Perverted kids like to scribble.

speaking of textbooks, i used to make sketches of people at the back of all my textbooks. Id fill all the empty holes of letters with a pencil, and i used to tear bits and pieces of the pages off. I used to make my pens wrestle, and i threw chalk and spat at kids i didn’t like. I also used to kiss little girls and run away. School was so much fun. I cant kiss nobody no more. They say its haram and all.

As i hit puberty, the ppl at the back of the book started making out. Needless to to say i was utterly disgusted. Im a good boy, you know.

Man, i’m so bored. i like how there’s always an empty space in your comment box. And its so neat. Hence i scribble. Scribble scribble.

(This was originally a comment i wrote of Saadat’s blog) 😀

University sucks. Its all so boring. Who cares about your stupid balance sheet?!

Why does that old guy keep talking and talking and talking? Roza nahi lagta? 😦

Tom Sawyer

‘I choose clear men’

Nah dude that wasnt me, id much rather choose hot chicks with big assets! that was freaking atif aslam, so if youre gay, atif is the way! 😉

Kids can provide for supreme entertainment somedays, for instance when a lil kid decides to pull on his mother’s hair and hold on to it as if his life depends on it, leaving his father tugging away at him and the tortured, helpless mother in tears! The embarrasment post such an incident is even more fun, especially when it happens to have occured in a jam-packed restaurant with almost 200 people watching closely and discussing every possible reason  that couldve led the child into giving us such a brilliant performance 😀

Ive realized that people do the things they do because they have to do them, obviously if they wouldnt do them then they just wouldnt be themselves, and you can really not be anything more than yourself can you? i mean you can try to be someone else, but then that attempt to be someone else is really just you, is it not?! if it is not then what is it! and if it is then it proves the fact that youve really read this stupid para so far cause you really just had, cause if you wouldnt you would just not be yourself now would you?! and what can you be other than yourself really?! Ahhh… this could go on forever, but its time to sleep 😉

Akhmed and me…

Im amazed by kids’ ability to blindly run into things at full speed the way our beloved President would like to run into Sarah Palin! Children seem to experience a constant high, with a dose of sugar neccessary at regluar intervals to fuel the fire. And they can run and shout and jump and fight and laugh their asses off at the smallest of things, Serotonin is beyond doubt the best of drugs!

The world, my friends, is going through a period of recession. It is in such times that great poets, who inspire revolutions that bring change and uplift the downfallen human spirit. I would like to announce today that i am the poet and revolutionary of your time! Read my deep, meaningful, thought-provoking poetry carefully, for it will ignite within you a fire that shall spread across the oceans and to the far lands and engulf the world in its brightness, and when it dies down a new world shall emerge where you shall all dwell blisfully and i shall be the face on your currency, which you can keep in your purses and in your wallets close to your buttocks and in a dozen other strange places! And you can buy with it beer and hold it with your greasy paan-walay hands, and enjoy the gift of freedom that shall be given to you as a result of my ultimate sacrifice!!

When the night is long and the darkness engulfs all

This world will demand that you rise after you fall,

Do not be quiet and do not tremble

Tilt your butt a little and let the gases rumble!

(16/10/08 World Fart day!) 😀

If you are still not inspired, you must watch akhmed’s video…

of kids and chuppan-tilli…

You like kids?

I totally dig em. Strange, innocent little creatures, who can freakin’ get away with absolutely anything! The other day at silverspoon, i saw this kid standing up on the table in the middle of the jam-packed restaurant, surrounded by his family (too busy gorging down there tikkas), in all due innocence doing guess what?! (Viewer disgression advised – disgust 100 metres…)

Pashtoon poetry is beautiful. Its an ancient tradition that most of us have no exposure to. A few apt verses for the rain by a pashtoon poet:

Dagha Pashtay da rora

ma vala saaawan faraz,

Da pusta ma rora

Dagha pich pich Dagha pich pich!

 

PLAYING WITH HIS CROTCH! Thats what the kid was doing! (You though it was the pashtoon poet didnt you?? you racist/biased, driven-by-cliches little homo-sapien of the east) And he got away with it! That little freak! NOoooobody even seemed to notice (except for myself that is)!!! Had a grown man done that, society wouldve revolted as if bhutto had been shot again!

“….Ghar ghar say Bhutto niklayga,

Tum kitnay bhutto marogay!”

Bhaijaan, aap hi kay ghar say niklayga, hum to shareef log hain! 😀

 

What did the mallu sidekick say when he saw the hero’s sister walking down the road with her friends?!

“Kuccchhhummm-maillaaaaa! Aye popat, dekh kya item ja reli hai…”

Ive always been a fan of them indian gangster movies. How can you not be entertained by mumbaiyya street language?? Sarkar Raj was a kick ass sequel(although it may have been a tad bit too dramatic).

Before i take my leave, id like to say:

‘Aye chirkut, monitor ko ghoor ghoor kay kahe ko dekh rela/reli hai??’ 😛