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Chowk, Jay, a Ditch and I
Posted by sinful virtue Aug 20, 2001 02:47 am
Nice work! By the way most men are attracted to anything female that moves! lol

So tell me how`s ur neck? :)

regards



Big Boobs
Posted by sinful virtue Aug 18, 2001 07:20 pm
Dear Ms. Ikram

I dont know if it matters to you or not but these things happen all the time and we just dont realize until it comes to our own self.

I`ll narrate an incident of earlier this year at the Mauj Mela in Avari. I was one of the organizers and it had been a hard day at the gate and then at the stage where Ibrar was performing. In the midst of the huge gathering where we were constantly keeping people off the stage I saw three girls leading some police men towards the stage and pointing towards a guy cutting through the crowd and then vanishing among the cheering and happy indifferent crowd!

One of that girl who was really upset and was constantly trying to keep her tears from dripping had gone through a similar experience, even worse.. I went up to her and asked what the problem was, all i heard was ``Is this your organization and arrangement?`` i didnt think while replying nor did i take any time, ``What the hell can I do if the whole fu *king nation is so god damn frustrated?`` yes thats the reason why some prick squeezes her bottom and grabs her bosoms in such a public place and disappears! she said ``true, what can u do abt it?``

now i think after reading this article, we cant really stop this sh#t until we change our minds and broaden its horizons! I really wonder how to solve this frustration? could anyone enlighten this? plz!

regards



The Killing Fields of Karachi
Posted by sinful virtue Aug 9, 2001 06:08 am
Heartfelt condolences for the loss of a good friend.

However Mueen this is not about Karachi, these things happen everyday everywhere and there is no real measure to prevent them before hand or to predict them..

This world is made like this. THe fight between good and evil was started the day ``Kabeel`` killed his brother ``Habeel`` Good and Evil will always go on fighting with each other and most of the time the Evil overcoming the Good.... It is meant to be like this, if all the virtue was to be found in this world then what will be the day of judgement for?

Regards

Irfan



Devi Dies ...
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 15, 2001 03:01 pm
Beautiful! keep sharing ur memories with us.

regards

Irfan



Lo, A Tint Cashmere!/Lo, A Rose
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 12, 2001 08:38 pm
Its tragic! quite sad. I have every sympathy with Shahid`s cause. Beautiful poem!!

regards

Irfan



The Girl in the Meadow
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 12, 2001 08:38 pm
Re Socratez

Nice thought which u have conveyed. Hope to see more of you.

regards

Irfan



The Magician and The Dreamer
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 10, 2001 05:20 pm
Re Biji #20

reading ur reply i remember a joke sent to me a day or two back. Its got nothing to do with the article. :) hehe

regards

Irfan

__________________________________________________

(A Chemical Analysis)

Element: Woman

Symbol: WO

Discoverer: Adam

Atomic Weight: Accepted as 118 but is known to vary from 100 - 160 lbs.

Occurence: Surplus quantities in all urban areas.

Physical Properties:

1) Surface usually covered in a painted film.

2) Boils at nothing, freezes without reason.

3) Melts if given proper treatment.

4) Bitter if used incorrectly.

5) Found in various states, ranging from virgin metal to common ore.

Chemical Properties:

1) Possesses great affinity for gold, silver, platinum and other precious metals.

2) Able to absorb great quantities of expensive substances.

3) May explode spontaneously if left with a MALE.

4) Insoluble in liquids but activity greatly increased by saturation in alcohol.

5) Yields to pressure applied to correct points.

Uses:

1) Highly ornamental especially in sports cars.

2) Most poweful money-reducing agent known to man.

3) Can be a great aid in relaxation.

Tests:

1) Pure specimen turns a rosy tint if discovered in natural state.

2) Turns green if placed beside a better specimen.

Caution:

1) Highly dangerous except in experienced hands.

2) Illegal to possess more than one except in certain areas.



World of a Pariah
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 10, 2001 12:22 pm
Nice thought! Keep the spirit high!

U know Kinza everyone can justify himself in life. Yes everyone!! We never bother to hear what the other person has to say or what pain he is going through.

In this fast life of today if only we STOP for a second and look around us with eyes that want to see the truth and understand it. But who has time today when the worldly affairs are so indulging and tiresome... All this pain and misery attached with life has no humanly cure except with the end of it.

As they say :

`` KAID -E- HAYAT WA BAND -E- GHAM ASAL MAIN

DONON AIK HAIN ------- MAUT SE PEHLE AADMI GHAM

SE NIJAT PAYE KYON``

regards

Irfan



Mango Diplomacy
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 9, 2001 11:32 am
Re Klutz # 14

Well O mera Bhai !! (hehe :) ) Mangoes everywhere!

Khala ke hath katal honay se behtar hai Aam pesh karain un ko...

Re Jay # 15

Well apart from fighting over Pakistani this Indian that, come up with better things yaar.

Well mango is called ``MANJA`` in Arabic. I hope i`m recalling it right as this is what is written on Shezan juice packs! hehehe :)



Mango Diplomacy
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 9, 2001 02:31 am
Re Klutz # 11

Khala jan ko duur se Aam dekha diya karain. heheh :) While on the dining table we try to keep mangoes as far away as possible from Abbu`s reach as possible. Personally I like mangoes only to the extent of enjoying it once in a while without getting obcessed about it.

The worst part of eating a mango is your hands and mouth dribbling with yellow blood of mangoes :)hehehe and the smell that doesn`t wash away until you wash your hands 3-4 times... I don`t know but I can`t stand my hands smelling of something!

So maximum a piece a day works for me!!

regards

Irfan



The Magician and The Dreamer
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 9, 2001 02:31 am
Re MonaSehgal # 15

Very true. One should be realistic rather than hope too much. I`m not saying u shouldn`t hope but while facing the reality and the point where u stand!

Hope is a relative term. I can hope for a sound and prosperous future but can`t hope to be the next CE.. can I? I don`t think so.

regards

Irfan



Mango Diplomacy
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 8, 2001 03:44 pm
Re Bina.

Hahaha (never mind!) ;) you`re the first person i`ve seen who doesn`t like mangoes.

Well personally I only like the anwar ratole and sindhri. Well chonsa is also ok.

Summer without mangoes is just unimaginable in Pakistan. But in our house we have to literally lock the fridge so that Abbu jan doesn`t eat more than his medically prescribed limit of mangoes which is never enough for him.... Hehehe :) Sorry Dad!

regards

Irfan.



The Magician and The Dreamer
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 7, 2001 06:29 am
Re Zeejah.

Beautiful piece of writing. Dreams are not as simple and for-granted as we take them to be.

I often think if God hadn`t given us the power to dream, we couldn`t live to face another day!

The dream serves as a substitute for a number of thoughts derived from our daily life, and which fit together with perfect logic. We cannot, therefore, doubt that these thoughts have their own origin in our normal mental life. All the qualities which we value in our thought-processes, and which mark them out as complicated performances of a high order, we shall find repeated in the dream-thoughts. There is, however, no need to assume that this mental work is performed during sleep; such an assumption would badly confuse the conception of the psychic state of sleep to which we have hitherto adhered. On the contrary, these thoughts may very well have their origin in the daytime, and, unremarked by our consciousness, may have gone on from their first stimulus until, at the onset of sleep, they have reached completion. If we are to conclude anything from this state of affairs, it can only be that it proves that the most complex mental operations are possible without the cooperation of consciousness- a truth which we have had to learn anyhow from every psycho-analysis of a patient suffering from hysteria or obsessions. These dream-thoughts are certainly not in themselves incapable of consciousness; if we have not become conscious of them during the day, this may have been due to various reasons. The act of becoming conscious depends upon a definite psychic function- attention- being brought to bear. This seems to be available only in a determinate quantity, which may have been diverted from the train of thought in question by other aims. Another way in which such trains of thought may be withheld from consciousness is the following: From our conscious reflection we know that, when applying our attention, we follow a particular course. But if that course leads us to an idea which cannot withstand criticism, we break off and allow the cathexis of attention to drop. Now, it would seem that the train of thought thus started and abandoned may continue to develop without our attention returning to it, unless at some point it attains a specially high intensity which compels attention. An initial conscious rejection by our judgment, on the ground of incorrectness or uselessness for the immediate purpose of the act of thought, may, therefore, be the cause of a thought-process going on unnoticed by consciousness until the onset of sleep.

But hope is indeed the last resort for a dreamer.

I myself am a dreamer, everyone is! Its hope that keeps us going. I dream of things that are out of my reach or places that i`ve never been to before. But its hope that teaches me to keep struggling.



regards

Irfan



The Indus that Strayed
Posted by sinful virtue Jul 1, 2001 03:01 am
Beautiful piece of narration from a child`s point of view. It is however sad when one ponders over the life of Hassan the Hur. The little girl just came for some while to visit her aunt and then left. But the misery of Hassan kept going on and on... The poor man could not even narrate his feelings and was shut down completely as a mere slave who was not supposed to have any feelings at all!

The river had to stray from its course! It was necessary to put an end to create people like Hassan the Hur. Both sides of the picture must be seen in order to reach a reasonable conclusion as life can justify everyone at the same time. It is necessary then to ask yourself WHY?

regards

Irfan



An Eulogy For The Hawks
Posted by sinful virtue Jun 30, 2001 08:51 am
No comments! :)



White Charade
Posted by sinful virtue Jun 29, 2001 02:55 pm
New Entrant # all

There was once a wise OWL (and u`re a human being I think!), the more he listened the more he kept quiet and the more he kept quiet, the more he listened...

So my dear friend, refrain from being yourself in public as you are incapable of possessing a rationale thinking and tolerance!

and don`t forget that ``Verbal Diarrhoea leads to Mental constupation``...

regards

Irfan



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