...it’s nearly two months and i haven’t made a single entry in my i-log...to tell you the truth there is nothing to write in my humdrum existence... subh kerna sham ka laana hai joo-e-sheer ka..., but i am envious of people who can write not one, not two but five to ten entries in a day...or those who take the easy way out by cutting and pasting an article, a ghazal or some profound adage...to make themselves look intelligent ... or may be they are...who am i to judge...vaise...i have never heard of a high school droput judge unless it’s one of those ayatullahs who are ordained by allah mian to judge each and every human except themselves... these productive i-log writers remind me of one of those assembly lines in an automobile factory producing exhaust pipes which are always the same shape, design, weight, color and quality...there is NEVER any difference in any of them...;)

... talking about change, brings me to a burning topic which needs to be considered favourably by the chowk masters... these days i see lots of young and not so young female interactors writing about their frustrating experiences in life that actually needs a shoulder...a big one to cry upon... we need an agony aint column which can be headed by one of the old aunts of chowk to offer these young and not so young damsels in distress on how to take revenge and fix the antagonist...which usually is a man...i have a few names to suggest but i wish to stay around chowk for some time , therefore, i shall hold my peace and let farzana versey decide who should be the agony aunt and get all the brick-bats for the good deed...:)