Rakaposh

I was born, raised ,groomed and matured ( that is debatable though ) in karachi and now happily regressing in USA. I did post my picture too for few microseconds as a picture is worth a thousand words and here I am allowed only 256 characters. I took it off immediately, I thought what if I piss off people and they transpose my head on the body of Anjuman or Mini Me or put MrT’s head on my body or even replace my lips with Yasser Arafat’s...although mind you , there is a tough competition between him and Angelina Jolie.



Random Thoughts:
what do I do for work ? well I developed a complex reading what others do for work here. Everybody is in a multinational company. My company is not national ,regional or even local. Infact if you go 5 minutes left or right, nobody even recognizes my company or actually even speaks the same language. I then have to use IsharoN ki zubaaN. I only know how to say ’ I love you’ with that and you know how troublesome that can turn out to be.

My work involves talking to people and touching them a lot. Sometimes in places you cannot even imagine. No I am not a hooker. Only I am allowed to touch them. Its not vice versa. thank you very much. I am very ticklish.

what do I do for fun ? I try to humor myself in every situation and enjoy life. After all why shouldn’t I enjoy life. Its not like I live in Palestine or Kashmir or even those places in Congo where cannibalism is allowed. And thats just by fluke. phewwww !! baal baal buch gayay. so should make the most of it. And thank God I am not a hindu or believe in reincarnation ( ?sp ) so I dont worry about coming back to life in some village in Surgodha and have acid thrown over my face because I didnt bring sony ka 27’ color televeesun in jahez.
since I am blessed in every possible way by his holiness, I am grateful to him. I am very selfish and self centered and I often wonder about poeple like Rachel Corey who can put their own lives aside and think of others . Other people come before their own mother and father and brothers and sisters. I can never be like that. Its me me me me me with me all the time. Then on the other hand I also wonder about people like Swang, the fake doctor who even travelled all the way to Zimbabwe just to inject arsenic in sick people and get pleaseure from seeing them die. God must have have had fun creating all these characters.

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