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m_zombie_a@hotmail.com

Thanx!]]> Wed, 28 Nov 2007 05:13:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/295661 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/237655



But he was turned down!



He came out of the court angrily, banged the door shut, and yelled at the photographers outside,




Who the hell is this Muneeb......?]]> Sat, 28 Jul 2007 16:04:00 EDT http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/237655 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/225359 Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah they were all yellow,

I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called yellow

So then I took my turn
Oh all the things I've done
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh all the things you do
Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry

Its true look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine
look at the stars look how they shine for you ]]> Sat, 30 Jun 2007 13:52:00 EDT http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/225359 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/165569 Well try to do to it right this time around
Its not over
But a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killin me
But your the only one
It's not over.






Chris Daughtry It's Not Over.
]]> Wed, 07 Mar 2007 23:56:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/165569 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/161253 "Don't try to look for a good job, try to creat jobs."
As far as my understanding goes for business students this guideline is the key to success. The Dean said it and then waited and looked at the faces of all students, clearly analyzing who had understood it and who hadn't. And I guess when he looked at me, apart from the expression of admiration for his words, he also saw the the expression of keen desire of showing him my face.]]> Thu, 08 Feb 2007 12:16:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/161253 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/160925

Now, with the DSP and all the cops surrounding us gone, me and chona were left with two seargents and some people who had gathered around. The seargent came towards us with his challan book and before asking anything else he asked,"Whose car is this"? I told him about my Dad. The seargent who was ASI Munir thought for sometime, clearly thinking about the grades of my father and the DSP. I enjoyed the little battle in his mind for sometime. Then he thought that DSP was his boss and started writing on his challan book. I looked at the people around and the curiosity on their faces was incredible. Then seargent said to me, "Sign here". I burst into a laughter. It was really funny, but when I looked at chona he was neither laughing nor enjoying the situation. The people around were all looking at me. I said, (trying my best to stop laughing) "Oay Kerna Aey" ( So you're really gonna do it). He said, "Kerna to pray ga". (I have to.)
I looked at him for sometime, he didn't look back. I said in very low voice,
"Let's go to the Session Court Lahore. Then we'll see who's paying."
The other seargent looked at him, but ASI Munir was confident. He started taking off my batti and honestly speaking I got a little confused. He held batti in his hand, wrapped its wire around and said, "No point talking" and gave me the chit. I looked at it but could understand nothing. My mind was racing, I thought about running away, about calling Dad but I had no credit left, about showing a bit of anger. Then I said softly,
"How much are you charging me"?
ASI:200 Rs.
I got 200 out of my pocket. Just then my phone rang. It was my sister. I told her to call Dad and ask him to call me. The ASI heard me and immediately turned away and went towards the inspecter who was on the other side of the road. He gave him my batti and then stayed there, waiting for me to come to him. Dad called me after a minute and I told him everything. He told me not to pay the ASI and give him the cell phone. I went to other side of the road and gave the cell phone to ASI and told him that my Dad wants to talk to him. He took off his cap, turned off his wireless, set his hair, took my cell, bent down in a little bow and said, "Yes Sir". My Dad talked to him for a while during which he only repeated those two words. Then he gave me my cell and my Dad again told me not to pay and to tell the ASI that I was to contest in the court about it. I told him that the driver hadn't come too. Dad got worried that I was all alone and spent a long time telling me to take it easy and not panic. I convinced him I was totally cool and he shouldn't worry about that. I came back in my car and then I thought I should drop chona at his home. Chona was relieved to hear it. As we reached chona's home Dad called me and said that he had talked to an Additional Session Judge in Model Town and a Civil judge in Faisal Town. I dropped chona and was coming back to the same round-about when Dad called me again. This time he gave me the number and address of the Civil Judge he had talked to and told me to pick up the batti from him after one hour. I was startled at the speed at which everything had happened. I told Dad that they had my lisence too. He said he'll handle it and then gave me yet another long lecture on staying cool. I told him again that I was absolutely fine and that I was more concerned about his being worried.
When I reached the round-about, both of the seargents saw me and got sort of alarmed. I didn't understand so I went towards them. One of them said,
"Khuram Sahab (the civil judge) took the batti".
I understood that they were now under control and there was no point saying to them that "I told you". I just said,
"Go and ask your DSP what was the point when I had told him everything? He knew my Dad, he knew the car was Govt.'s, he knew I had a lisence." The ASI said after a while, "Sir, you know I couldn't have given it back to you, and you also know you would have taken it anyway." I said nothing and came back in the car.
A car stopped right beside my car. I looked sideways and an saw an uncle looking at me. I lowered my window, he said,"Why have they stopped you?" I said," Because they are #@$#%$%$#@%^^^% ", and though uncle seemed impressed but of course understood nothing. I told him the matter. He asked me why I had the neeli batti on the roof. I told him that my father is a Judge. He said, " O Man, now they are stopping civil judge's cars , these morons are really #%$%%@$%$^^. I told him my father was a Session Judge, not a Civil Judge. His eyes widened and he said, "Session Judge!!!!, woh to tun kay rukh day ga in ko!!". (He will destroy them, but the way you say it in urdu it amounts to He's gonna kick their ass) I said, "That's what I'm waiting for here".
The driver never came. I went to the civil judge's house after an hour. Mr. Khurram was very kind. He literally forced me to have lunch with him and then tea. He had already sent his driver with giving him his own ID card which ASI could keep in place of my lisence. The driver came back and told that the inspector now had refused to give. He went out in his little garden and called the inspector. Inspector probably knew what was coming so he told the ASI to pick the phone. Now, Mr. Khurram is a geniune "paindo dude" and what he said on the phone I can never forget, and also write. But the result of that was his driver bringing back the lisence in five minutes. I thanked him for all his help and then came to the same round-about my driver was supposed to come. Instead of waiting now, I called Dad and he told me to be brave and come by myself. I was thrilled because it's an hour journey on the motorway and then half an hour on a really tricky and bouncy road. I asked God for strength and then drove towards motorway.

The journey home was absoutely wonderful. I got a bit sleepy on the way because of Mr. Khurram's excellent mix vegetables, so I stopped at one of the petrol pumps to get a drink. People there looked at me as if I was an alien, making the same mistake that DSP did i.e thinking that I was underage. I guess I learned a lot from this experience and I hope to put to use what I learned some other time. ]]> Tue, 06 Feb 2007 10:45:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/160925 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/160579
I had sent my driver to his relative's place at night and had told him to come to Faisal Town round-about in the morning. After the moon didn't appear, I came back to chona's place and then we both went to pick up the driver. We waited and waited but he never came. We were both starting to get bored so I increased the volume of the radio and closed my eyes and tried to take some rest. Now, I've got that special revolving blue light (neeli batti) on my car that cops have on their cars, although my Dad is not authorized for that but since almost all the police works under him, he thinks its better if I keep it on to avoid any trouble. I was feeling the song on the radio when chona shook me and said, "Muneeb, look there."I opened my eyes and saw a Police Officer sitting in his car and trying to say something to me. I opened my window and here's our conversation. I have translated it into English trying my best to give the exact tempo of the situation:

Officer: Whose car is this?
Me: District and Session Judge.
Officer: Which District And Session Judge and where is he posted?
I came out of the car and told him my Dad's name and that where's he posted.
Officer: He repeated what I had told him and then after some moments said, "You've got "neeli batti" on the roof of your car".
Me: I know!
Officer: You're not authorized for that.
Me: I just looked at him and said nothing.
Officer: It's illegal.
Me: Oright then I'll take it off.
Officer: No, thats not the way. We'll have to challan you.
Me: I looked at him, trying with all my might to stop the chuckle that had got stuck in my throat. Then I just said, very calmly, "Go ahead, Do it".
The officer looked startled because he was expecting me to bend down and beg him to spare me. I folded my arms and leant back on my car, not breaking the eye contact. He then said," Why have you got a green number plate on a private car?
Me: It's a Govt. car.
Officer: Govt.cars have drivers.
Me: I'm here waiting for him.
Officer: Show me that It's a Govt. car.
Me: Go ahead and see for yourself.
The officer got puzzled again. Then asked his subordinate to check the car's number plate. Cops with the officer surrounded us and my dear friend chona came out of the car and stood with me. He clearly looked uncomfortable. The subordinate came after having a look and affirmed that it was a Govt. car.
Now I know what the Officer, who was in fact a DSP, was aiming for. He had somehow thought that I didn't have the liscence and was underage. I do not blame him for this because I don't really look 18, but still he was desperately trying to find something wrong other than the neeli batti so that he could ask me for the liscence. After a pause he said, " Why have you got black paper on your window and windscreen. That's illegal".
Me: It's not paper, they are curtains to block the sunlight.
Officer: But still, they are illegal.
Me:Really?
The officer told his subordinate to check if they were curtains. The subordinate in order to please his boss opened the door and pulled out the curtain almost ripping it apart.
Me: You know they are curtains. Leave it!
The subordinate almost growled at me but let go the curtains.
Now the DSP had given. He said, "Show me your liscence".
Very quietly, I got my liscence out of my vallet and gave it to him. He was dumbstruck. He now had realized that he had no authority to ask me for the liscence because its only the traffic seargents who could. More that he had done it without any need becuase I had already told him about my father and that was all I needed to do. Now, either he could let me go and get embarrased infront of all of his subordinates, or call a seargent and then give me a challan chit and be ready to face all the Judges in Lahore. His badluck, he chose the latter option. He called a seargent using his wireless. Chona looked at me with quiestioning expression on his face. I don't know from where such calmness and patience entered me, I looked at him and said, " I don't care about them at all. I just hope my driver's OK. He doesn't know much about Lahore".
All the cops and the DSP heard me. The seargent came. DSP in order to avoid further insult ordered him to give me a challan chit and confiscate the batti. He went away, I guess with the honour of a martyred soldier. Of course he had cornered the most dangerous ciriminal of the city, hadn't he??


................. to be continued ]]> Fri, 02 Feb 2007 16:33:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/160579 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/160413
This goes out for my dear friends Awais and Saki.



There are so many reasons that I find to run to you
Cos there's so little loving in my life, now I am wawy
And thinking about it I want things back how they used to be
There is no way round it, nothing good comes easily
So much between us and we both know that it's wrong
So I keep on waiting till I am back where I belong

So here I am all by myself thinking of you nobody else
There is a feeling inside and as hard as I try it just won't go away
Are you finding it hard it all on your own
Having to face each night alone
Knowing that you are the one with the love that I need
And I miss you more each day

So many feelings emotions running away with me
Cos it's you that I believe in and I love this one so deep
So much between us and we both know that it's wrong
Now I keep on waiting till I am back where I belong
Back where I belong


So here I am all by myself thinking of you nobody else
There is a feeling inside and as hard as I try it just won't go away
Are you finding it hard it all on your own
Having to face each night alone
Knowing that you are the one with the love that I need
And I miss you more each day

So I keep on waiting till I am back where I belong
Back where I belong


Miss You More by BBMAK.
]]> Thu, 01 Feb 2007 11:19:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/160413 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/159985 Were in my life just to get high on
When I sit alone come get a little known
But I need more than myself this time
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe what we rely on
When I lay it on come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice

Hey oh
Listen what I say ohhhh oh
I got your hey oh
Now listen what I say oh

When will I know that I really can't go
To the well once more time to decide on
When it's killing me when will I really see
All that I need to look inside
Come to believe that I better not leave
Before I get my chance to ride
When it's killing me what do I really need
All that I need to look inside

Hey oh
Listen what I say ohhhh oh
Come back and hey oh
Look at what I say oh

The more I see the less I know
The more I like to let it go, hey oh
Whooooa ohh ooh oh

Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
And it's so white as snow
Running through a field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go

When to descend to amend for a friend
All the channels that have broken down
Now you bring it up, I'm gonna ring it up
Just to hear you sing it out
Step from the road to the sea to the sky
And I do believe what we rely on
When I lay it on come get to play it on
All my life to sacrifice

Hey oh
Listen what I say oh
I got your hey oh
Now listen what I say oh

The more I see the less I know
The more I like to let it go, hey oh
Whoa

Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Running through a field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go

I said hey, yeah, oh yeah
Tell my love now
Hey, yeah, oh yeah
Tell my love now

Deep beneath the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Privately divided by a world so undecided
And there's nowhere to go
In between the cover of another perfect wonder
Where it's so white as snow
Running through the field where all my tracks will be concealed
And there's nowhere to go


I said hey, yeah, oh yeah
Tell my love now
Hey, yeah, oh yeah



Snow (hey Oh) By Red Hot Chili Peppers.



]]> Tue, 30 Jan 2007 11:23:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/159985 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/158873
Location: Model Town Club, Model Town.

Target: Highly Dangerous Fully Grown Individual, Attacking Every Now And Then With The Deadliest Weapon Available On Earth i.e. Eyes.

Mission: Freeze The Target With The Camera Cell Phone

Circumstances: No Back Up, Heavy Crowd (not to mention equally dangerous)

Special Circumstances: Zoom Not Working Properly, Dad's Around!!, Conscience Hammering, Never Done It Before

Mission Order And Approval Status: From The Only Boss I Got, Mr. Heart


Attempt 1:
I aimed for the target, pressed the trigger but the target bent down just at the wrong time, unfortunately an unwanted aunti came into the range, more unfortunately completely realizing what I was aiming for. Aunti gave the dirtiest possible look and went away. phew!


Attempt 2:
I aimed for the target but only then realized that she was once again firing at me with all her weapons. Target wasn't in a very good state to be captured but since attention was diverted to avoid any more unwanted auntis, so I pressed the trigger without even looking at it. Result, target froze in worse position and certainly realized what I was upto.....

Attempt 3:
I would be entirely wrong to say that I dared went for a third attempt, because this time I'm pressing the trigger with my mouth wide open, and the target is standing right infront of me, giving the most poisonous smile I've ever seen. The target went away, firing all the left over ammunition, and I fell back into my seat thinking that I'm the dumbest dumb man on the face of the earth.


Note:
1:Target had a very cute husband and a very cute baby.
]]> Mon, 29 Jan 2007 11:01:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/158873 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/85851 I love music critics and myself extremely careful in writing tokens of admiration, forcing myself to think that encouraging is something different. I hate being addicted to anything, especially a particular singer or a music video director. If you keeps your admiration level low for people, they seldom disappoint you and eventually come up with something that makes you feel proud when you think you hadn't really been impressed by them. Atif however now seems to be an exception. After listening to Aadat and telling all of my friends all about it before they had even listened to it, I had broken every relationship with Jal. Then they made me happy by breaking up. But when I heard rest of Atif's Jalpari, I was a bit uncomfortable, which now I realize to be impressed. Now Doorie gave me almost exactly the same feeling. Tere Bin was a big hit, and now each and every song of Doorie makes me think, wakes and refreshes emotions sleeping deep inside. Dorie itself is a good song, and its a super track for concert. Hum Kis Gali Ja Rhay Hain is most favourite uptil now. The only song that seems to be Atif's, reminding me of the the Jal Pari style. Mahiya ve Soniya is not Atif at all, thats purely Indian creation, not to mention booming just because of Atif's voice. There's a sweet melo track Kuch is trah, a sort of Hamd named Maula, and a beautiful number called O Re Piya. All the songs have been remixed and available on cd. The treat is the remix of Mahi Ve, Yakeen, and Ehsaas from Jalpari. Mahi Ve and Ehsaas are excellent, but I haven't dared listened to Yakeen twice. I certainly think the original is so complete that no remix can ever match it.

All in all Atif has surprised me really. Infact I'm thinking about joining his community on orkut. The video of the title song Doorie is out. Well, it's crap. That really helped me keeping myself in control over the admiration I felt for him after listening to the album. But that's only for a person who is interested in music videos and considers the music video impression of the singer and the song. Otherwise I think Atif doesn't need videos. You'll find his pictures pinned in every girl's heart, and also in some enthusiastic boys's. But I'm sure he won't disappoint me. I'm sure he'll come up another rubbish video that will ease the trouble I'm in. However, I must say that "normal" Atif fans would not care for it. And that's what Atif should be concerned about. ]]> Sun, 07 Jan 2007 12:10:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/85851 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/84793
]]> Thu, 28 Dec 2006 15:19:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/84793 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/84601 Kia Kroon Mera Donon Pay Eeman Hay]]> Wed, 27 Dec 2006 11:25:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/84601 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/79949 Daniel Craig is simply superb, as is Casino Royale in its making, action, story and all the typical Bond specialities. I remember Daniel from Tomb Raider, I really liked his acting even in that charachter, which was not more than just a side role. But he did leave an impression on me. I just realized that now because when I saw Tomb Raider again I was surprised to see that I still remember all of his dialogues.
Honestly speaking, I don't think Daniel is a very good looing man. But what I love about Hollywood is that those people realize that there is a hell of a difference between a good looking person, and a person who is looking good, and they cash it. Daniel not only looks goods, he looks hot. Even when I saw the trailer, I thought how could a skinny girl like Eva look sexy. But she looks stuning really, except for the scene in plane.
Daniel's acting is amazing. I can never forget his smile when all the cops are holding him on the airport and the bomb blasts........ BOOM, and he doesn't even blink. And also in another scene in the end which you should see for yourself. The music is absolutely amazing.
Casino Royale includes everything a Bond movie needs to have. Style, cars, guns, babes, luck...... everything. DO check it out if you haven't already. It's a treat really. ]]> Fri, 15 Dec 2006 15:19:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/79949 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/77803 Is like a flower,
And you are
Its only seed.









Rose----Westlife.]]> Sun, 10 Dec 2006 11:44:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/77803 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/76923 My Dad is Session Judge, and I thought he would know exactly what the bill was all about. He spent an hour explaining all of it, and here is what I understood.

There is a big difference between rape and adultery, and the laws concerning them. If a woman is raped, she goes to the court, produces evidence which I previously thought was four witnesses, and a medical report. In fact according to the old law i.e. before the presented bill a woman only needs to have one witness “or” a medical report, proving that she has been raped. This law is pretty much in the same condition as it was before.
In case of adultery, which is sexual intercourse with consent, the man and woman who committed it would of course be seen by at least one person. The old law demands that for the punishment in case of adultery, four witnesses need to be presented before the court, and those witnesses should be known as the people who have never lied. The old law is somewhat near to what Islamic values and laws are. I know it sounds odd that two people should be seen in such a condition nowadays, and that too by four people. But that’s the way it is, and there is a good explanation for it.
Now, the amendment states that if a man and a woman commit adultery, no law can stop or punish them, provided the women says in the court of law that it was with her consent, and the man with her was not forcing her into it. So, even if four people see them together, a medical report proves that they have committed adultery, they cannot be punished.
Why this amendment has been made is because in case of rape, if a woman fails to prove in the court that she has been raped by that particular person whom she accused in the FIR, and the medical report says that she has had a sexual intercourse, the women gets punished for adultery. Meaning she did have sex, with consent, but not with the man she accused for rape. So in other words she committed adultery. Now, no medical report can prove which particular man raped a woman. I was myself shocked to hear that but my Dad made it clear that in most of the countries DNA test is not taken as a sound proof or evidence. So, she would be punished for adultery. This law has been misused a lot. In fact mostly by the brothers and fathers for property. A simple cloth around eyes and the woman does not know who is doing what. So, the case is filed against a person who was not in the city that day, the woman has of course been raped, but that comes out as adultery. The woman is thought to have committed adultery, and now accusing an innocent man to hide it. The women gets arrested, and into lock up for almost 10 years.
The government says that to eliminate such injustice they have given the woman freedom and that now she is more powerful in the society. In other words, if two people are found having sex in a car, they will be punished for vulgarity and nudity, not for having sex. That is of course if the woman says that it was with her consent. And that’s there way to empower women.
According to Islam, two people get punished for adultery if they are seen together having sexual intercourse by at least four people. And those four people are supposed to have good reputation too. Many people say that it is impossible that two people can be found in such a condition these days. But I think if two people are ready to have sex willingly, they can find such a place even in a desert. So, why does Islam emphasize on having four witnesses? The reason behind this is that Islam has basically taken care of false accusation. If only one man was necessary for the evidence of adultery, the courts would be flooded by false accusations, and consequently murders will increase. Moreover, in an Islamic society, it is almost impossible for a man and a woman to commit adultery, as Islam provides full rights to both men and women to marry whomever they like. Islam has also emphasized on early marriages. Therefore, there remains no need for illegal relationships i.e. illegal according to Islamic law.
My Dad also told me that once a man who came to the Holy Prophet (P.B.U.H.) and said that he has committed adultery and that he should be punished. (The punishment of adultery in Islam is stoning to death) The Holy Prophet (P.B.U.H.) turned his head the other way, pretending he hadn’t heard. The man came to the other side and repeated his request. The Holy Prophet (P.B.U.H.) again pretended that he hadn’t heard. The man came before him and requested again to stone him to death. The Holy Prophet (P.B.U.H.) tried to ignore him again saying that he must have only touched or something. The man said it for the fourth time, and this time other people were there too, and they also heard. Only then The Holy Prophet (P.B.U.H.) told them to take him and stone him to death. I asked my Dad about the authenticity of the Hades, and he had a good proof that the Hades was true.
Thus, what I have understood is that Islam has discouraged the act of peeping into other people’s life. And has tried best to ignore any such act to the possible limit. But that doesn’t mean that adultery should be given protection under the label of women’s rights. We must understand that adultery should be punished. If two innocent people make a mistake, that can be ignored. But with kind of law we are giving protection to people who are already breaking the Islamic law. The old law of course needs amendment, but surely not this kind of.
I asked my Dad that with this law aren’t they declaring red light areas legal. He chuckled and said, “Son, they are declaring it legal everywhere”. He also said he was wondering why there hasn’t been another earth quake yet. I totally agree. I think we have no escape from Islam. We got this country because of Islam. We cannot get a soft image by this kind of law. Islam itself is the best image. And if they try to scratch that image, they will only be inviting earth quakes of record magnitudes.
]]> Fri, 08 Dec 2006 11:10:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/76923 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/76041 ]]> Wed, 06 Dec 2006 11:19:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/76041 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/73411 There is nothing else in the world,
I'd rather wake up and see (with you).
Beautiful dawn - I'm just chasing time again.
Thought I would die a lonely man, in endless night.
But now I'm high; running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.

Beautiful dawn - melt with the stars again.
Do you remember the day when my journey began?
Will you remember the end (of time)?
Beautiful dawn - You're just blowing my mind again.
Thought I was born to endless night, until you shine.
High; running wild among all the stars above.
Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me.

High---- James Blunt]]> Thu, 30 Nov 2006 12:30:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/73411 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/72839 Turn into a raging fire
And eat up everything
Perhaps it is in my fate
To burn from inside
And then
To be reborn from the ashes.


-Muhammad Awais Aftab
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A man who has seen our music video directors all the way through would certainly give anything in the world to direct a video like Khamaj. Khamaj is the video that almost all the directors today accept as the best ever made video. It indeed is a short film, absolutely perfect in all proportions, whether it be story outline, scene flow and the relevance to the song. Imagine a director who would cast Shaan and Zaara Shiekh in a video that we know as his second. Yes, there was a huge gap between Mr Fraudiay and Khamaj, during which Saqib must have worked on his technique and skills, for the effect of that can be seen clearly in Khmaj.

Although Saqib decided to do only one video in a year, yet we had not forgotten the effect of Khmaj when he dazzled us by Na re Na........ Na re Na shows superb control and command of this man on his work, and that his imagination is beyond. The way Saqib he has shown everything happening quite wrong until Ali is supposed to be dying, and then everything good and the way it’s supposed to be when Ali is getting his life back is amazing. Although the concept of visions during operations and such life and death relating times is quite old, yet Saqib picturized these vision with such superiority over the camera that it undeniably proved to be the best video of the year.

Talking about work on the other side of the border, Saqib has done quite a remarkable job with Salman ahmed, Ghoom Taana. The story outline of the video is pretty old and worn out to an extent, but no other director had worked with Indian actors before, so Ghoom Taana is the first video, made with a kind of cooperation between the artists of both the countries.
]]> Mon, 27 Nov 2006 11:00:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/71759 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/70167 But on my way back when I saw his rally, I thought it was foolish not to see him then. I took out my cell phone and went near his car. The security was damn strict, and cops were not allowing people to come near his car. But I wonder whether they had seen me getting out of my car, because my Baleno has "neeli batti" on it, so they might have known that my father was Session Judge. Or they saw my making his video with my cell phone and thought I was a photographer or something. Anyways I was right on top of his car, and he was waving at the people. And when I was just going to stop, he suddenly bent down to shake hands with people. I shook hands showing all my teeth to him, just then a big push came from my back and people fought to shake hands with him as if I wasn't in the way at all. It was terrible. Just when I was about to be squashed, Imran pushed back his hand and I came back to my senses. I ran from there like mad.
Everybody at home laughed at me when they saw the video, just my younger sister saw it with her eyes wide open because she loves cricket. It was a cool experience. And I'm sure many of my friends will be excited to see it too.]]> Thu, 23 Nov 2006 12:01:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/70167 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/69375


My favourite lines from the novel "Wuthering Heights" by the one and only Emily Bronte.]]> Wed, 22 Nov 2006 11:10:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/69375 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/69245 OK fine, if you have no idea what I'm talking about, let me explain everything. Most of us have seen our grandparents smoking Huqqa, which has a lot of tobbaco in it. Sheesha is almost exactly the same in appearence, but it's much much less injurious, and its got flavours instead of tobbaco. Just imagine, you exhale smoke, your throat does not burn at all, and you taste strawberry. Oh Boy, it's mindblowing.
One thing to be carfeul about is that if you are not a smoker already, you better avoid it. Its basically a gift for those teenagers who just can't escape from the mystery of exhaling smoke. A victim myself, I completely understand that smoking cigerette is mostly to look grown up, kool, and to get attention. So, if you want save your lungs alongwith it, Sheesha is the best choice. Smoke you exhale is much more than what comes out in case of cigrette, it's much denser, and looks wicked. And it's so light that my little sister tried it when I wasn't in my room, and she didn't feel a thing, althought she had to run afterwards.
Well, I don't know how much easier would it be in your case to bring it home, but fortunately for me my Mom's sister came last summer, and she talked about it. So when I told Mom that I was bringing it home, she didn't exactly saying no. I still couldn't tell Dad, and enjoyed it for two weeks without telling him. But my Dad found it out yesterday, when I was in Lahore. My sisters say he wasn't really happy, but I haven't been interrogated yet. So I guess he too thinks it's not that bad. Mind you elders firstly think it's Huqqa, but once you tell them it's free of tobacco, and has flavours, they cool down real fast. So you have to show a use of common sense while you point out it's qualities. Then you can sit in your room, turn the lights off, and enjoy your favourite flavour by exhaling smoke. Wow!, Let me turn the lights off.......
]]> Tue, 21 Nov 2006 11:36:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/69245 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/67031 Teri Ulfat Nay Mujhay Mohabbat Ki Aadat Daal Di


-Ghzab Kia teri yaad Nay, aa Lia Namaz Main
Mayray Woh sajday bhi kzaa gaey, kiay to tayri yaad main.


I read both these "shayrs" at 100ks/hr, written behind a truck. ]]> Fri, 17 Nov 2006 10:39:00 EST http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/67031 32.1 75.066666732.175.0666667 http://Personagrata92.tigblog.org/post/66307 Kbhi alvida na kehtay
Chahaa nahin thaa, phir bhi pra hum ko janaa,

Tum hum ko yaad rkhna
Kbhi dil say na bhulana
Hum paas hon ya na hon
Hmain pyaar say bulana


Bail jo Aangan main thi
Phool woh lati ho gi
Chuntay to ho gay Kulian,
Hum nahin hain to phir bhi
Mehfilain Sjjti hon gi,
Sooni na hon gi Gllian,
Aisay main thori si Aankhain Bhar Laana,


Kassh hum juda na hotay
Kbhi alvida na kehtay
Chahaa nahin thaa, phir bhi pra hum ko janaa,

Tum hum ko yaad rkhna
Kbhi dil say na bhulana
Hum paas hon ya na hon
Hmain pyaar say bulana


Saamnay aati ho gi
Koi bhi mayri nshaani,
Yun hi kheen chaltay chaltay,
Dil trap jata ho ga
Dekh ker sookhay pttay,
Shaakh say payr ki girtay,
Aisa to hota hay, dil ko smjhana,


Kassh hum juda na hotay
Kbhi alvida na kehtay
Chahaa nahin thaa, phir bhi pra hum ko janaa,

Tum hum ko yaad rkhna
Kbhi dil say na bhulana
Hum paas hon ya na hon
Hmain pyaar say bulana

Kaash by Faakhir-- Dedicated to My Love, Lahore.

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