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Geographically challenged son. Born in that part of the planet, whose weather does not suit him. Flu is ever green; the sneezes keep coming all year round. Winters mean difficulty in breathing. Asthma. Early morning, and late night, the lungs keep wheezing. Things have actually changed for the better over the last two days. I have seized my one month vacation in favour of a course in Geographical Information System. It appears that I don’t need that ‘much needed’ rest; the one advised for, after extended periods of work. Extended period of work. Sixty days of rigorous examinations. Two months of high intensity, selfish work. Its interesting how the otherwise chatterboxes, the sport-freak, and the book-haters, are left with no choice but to study intensely for two long months. And these are those people who would swear that, “Studies. I hate them.”, or the more apt, “Engineering sucks.”, and for some, even, “I am more interested in photography.” Plot. A grand heinous plot to push unw...

Mayo, and then munasib treat for the non-position holders. A select few people were present at the event, but all those who came, had come in to enjoy. It was the long awaited party. (Will be updating with more insight on this day once I finish my pending schoolwork. Till then, catch the snapshot, and the story within.) Snapshots

I was sick today. In fact, from last night. That bad feeling, where your body dies out. There's weakness, extreme weakness. Fever is just around the corner. And today, it arrived. 39 degrees (Celcius), the thermometer read, when my brother dropped by first with an exclamation: "Boy, you are hot!", and then with a thermometer. This was nine in the night. I had been diagnosed with fever. Actually, what was bugging me more, was this headache. It was a pain, and I had been sleeping all day, to get rid of it, but in vain. Hence, after a days pain, it was finally, time to break the rules, and take a pill: Paracetamol. Medicinal magic Thirty minutes later. The headache vanished. I was rid of this pain, by this magic pill. Anyways, the weakness which had been running from last night, still prevailed. Even at the time of this writing, I feel extremely weak. Then there's this tendency to throw up. But I have my lessons learnt. From my days of Malaria back in 2004, I had le...

The fever is on. Time has become a volatile quantity. Two hours, at your work table, and you are craving for even more. The table is far, far away from the kitchen, and it does not serve nice things to eat. It serves things to study, understand, and finally, learn. I hate the last part the most. I have this short term memory, as bad as Aamir Khan’s Sanjay Singhania, of Ghajini fame. Its high time, I start remembering stuff; start writing stuff on my body. Start taking photos, and get them printed, to keep knowing, what I had known once. Forget to forget. Now, what were we taking about? Exams. Two weeks, or even less, if you are reading this a bit late, and then the mega event takes off. From the student’s perspective, the biggest event of his life, apart from of course, a Pakistan-India semi-final. Time is short. The one with the better strategy, and better focus, shall win. All else, would have their hands on their forehead, in despair. Exam fever. Stitched this way b...

How about starting the day, when half of it is gone. Four in the evening. My so called ‘good morning’. I had spent last night: reading, and solving stuff; engineering stuff. Going through Schaum’s outline, and then, Soil mechanics, and some problems from the last class. I wake up, feeling lazy, and useless. Its a crazy routine that I have created. I hate to live it. Enough. Lets wake up to reality. Let us take things the way they are. So, after wasting a few hours, first in hunger, (since my mother had nothing cooked for me), then on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, while listening to the radio. Flipping channels at a frequency of 0.5Hz. I finally rise. I take a long, hot shower. The hot water burning my scalp. More water. This time, for the garden. The news from the greenland (my garden) is that the grass is not growing. Only a half of my garden is covered with grass. The rest, died off last year. We were lazy gardeners, then. You know what it means, when the greens lose their ...

I think I should firstly put this up on my About page: Sleeps long, and at odd times. Today, was just one more day, where the author of this rocking blog, spent an entire day, sleeping. The counterargument arrives later at night. When I speak to myself, “Its all good, if I can work at night.” All good? Maybe yes. I do a lot of work, but the way the night is designed. The darkness, the silence, it all eats you up. A few nights like this, and the feeling of emptiness looms all day. And the reader might raise his hand, and say, “Me, too”. Its lazy Ramadhan. A lot of people get into the Ramadhan mode. Pray a lot. Spend a lot of time reciting/understanding the Koran, and even more in the mosque. For those who don’t, it’s a time to start the fast early morning, hit the bed, and wake up at the time when its all over, and one can restart eating. This has been the fate of a few of my fasts. Where one feels like a million, a few, is one too many. Again, there is time at hand. 5 more days of ...

A 2pm start to the day. There was no breakfast. No lunch. I was in the middle of nowhere. My sister fixed me tea and biscuits. Oreo and tea, they don't have a working chemistry. I realised this today. Two biscuits in my stomach. At three, we had to pick Fozee from Ojha hospital. I was not ready for this. Way too weak for any movement. Forget about high speed vehicular motion. So I left for a long, hot bath. Singing out songs, old and new. Chalking out future events, big and small. The water was hot. I came out boiled. By now, lunch was ready. Thank God. I had some frozen chicken curry from yester-week, and fresh roti (bread). This roti's wheat is red. It has its own taste. Metallic flavor. Probably good for health. P.S I googled this red roti. It took me to Marho Rajhastan, and then to Banaras. Pick Fozee 3.45. Fozee called in. She inquired what was our plan. Zee informed that we shall be leaving shortly. Since it was already late, we fixed a lunch box for Fozee. Red...

An earthquake of magnitude 7 struck us. It struck at 1:30am. The epicentre lied in the Quetta belt, hundreds of kilometres away. Did we get the tremors in Karachi? I was dumbfounded. It was around this time while I was surfing the internet. There was not a hint of earth movement. No plate tectonics taking place. Yet Yet, when Ali arrives in the evening. He tells me of the horrifying earthquake of last night. And we live, just a kilometre away from each other; 2 minutes drive for a motor biking Ali. Ali has had a tough night. When the earthquake struck, he was socializing on Facebook. The sofa started shaking. The printer was moving to and fro. He shouted for his two sisters, and his brother, and logged out of facebook . From then onwards, there were hours of panic. They were now on the road, shocked, and scared. The girls weeping. In a matter of minutes, people started leaving their flats. It was so late in the night, but the road was congested. It was mayhem, all over. That ...

January 16 has historically been a party day. It was January 16, on a Sunday. So today was fun, except that Junaid (the birthday boy) had a broken feet, the one he had been carrying for the last week or so. We started from McDonald's, then Millennium Mall Food court, and finally back to McDonald's. Ali was our CFO. We also had planned to go to the first Flood light test match at National stadium. But we were late, and the match was already over. Junaid got a gift as well.   Snapshots

Father's back. 10 minutes later, found Ami as well. Awarded Papa rose petals. Both have returned from Saudi Arabia, happy as ever. Once again, dad had so many pictures to share. And he had this narrative 'on' for each picture. It was a good show, as our relatives stared in awe at the magnificence of the House of our Creator. Served tea. Mami Sajda was amazed with my tea making skills, "Perfect. Especially the sugar," she said. Others just took the tea, and continued with the Hajj chat. Aneeq and I had little tea, which we spent thriftily in dipping chocolate biscuits. There's a watch for me. All the way from Saudi Arabia. I like its digital screen, with leather straps. Class with technology. Tomorrow Education. Finish incomplete workbooks (shame), and prepare for Soil and RCD viva.

It is as if the harder you try, the tougher it gets. Fifty percent effort gets me to 70 percent marks. From here the relation turns complex: 70% effort 80% marks 80% effort 90% marks 100% effort 95% marks For hundred percent, one has to go supernatural. Some other special force has to work, always. I spent hours today planning for the forthcoming exams (October 11). Thirty days. Days when we turn into geniuses. Turn ugly, loose shine. 30 day plan On day 31, it is what we know that matters, not our hair style, car, or height. Minimum four hours, everyday. That's my Plan. Keep in touch for the next 30.000 days to see how this experiment goes.     It rained for hours today. Good for my garden. Lizards, spiders, crows. All of them are irritated. Snails move out to one corner, only to be scooped out by me to a place 10 meters away. It would take him te...