Archive for October, 2006

24
Oct
06

1984-Big Brother is watching you !!

 

Advertisements
23
Oct
06

Perfume Chok Gulestan-e-Johar Karachi

Name: Perfume Chok

Age: Who cares!! 

Claim to fame: To be the most known unknown place of  Karachi. 

You know when Neil Armstrong went on moon he found some ancient writing on one of the mounts, they came up with a translation which will surely shock a shit out of you.it surely did to me it was: 

Pakistan’s first Perfume Chok at Gulistan-e-Johar
Karachi

  He he… I know the joke sucks. But if you are driving on any of the busy jam packed roads of Karachi city you must have noticed a very vague writing on the walls. One must have asked itself what in God name they are talking about. I use to ask the same question, C’mon you see it every where in Karachi; bus stops, roads, roundabouts, walls, and shops you name it.

But  what on earth this unknown ‘Perfume Chok’ really is? I asked the same freaking question. Last spring I moved in G.Johar and decided to put an end to this mystery. Well, this place is no Paris where you will hit upon branded or rare freganance that will take you to a whole new world. In short there is nothing fancy (or viable would be the word) about this place as it appears to be. There is this one small shop (khoka), where you can find Itar (eastern name given to a perfume). Hold on I want to make something clear here, I have nothing against small business shops or ‘Itar’ business aright! I am hardly brand conscious, major reason can’t afford brands.

 Now some of you will ask why don’t we call Itar; perfume. Well the same reasons we don’t call an ice cream; Gelato (Italian ice cream, more softer than a usual ice-cream). Anyways, the most amazing thing about this place is the fame this palace holds. I mean Hyderabad, Peshawar, Queta; the walls and streets of all these cities will display the same marking i.e. PERFUME CHOK GULETAN-E-JOHAR. It’s turning into a non web global spam. I find this concept interesting and funny. I don’t know who is the mastermind behind this ploy maybe someone with a great sense of humor. That rules out people born with the zodiac sign LEO. Sorry, but their sense of humor sucks; its proved.

19
Oct
06

The Last Action Hero

This world in which we live in has always been about the people living in it. Our house, neighborhood, city, country, where ever we go rules are made by some important people and the same rules are broken by more important people. I am not in the position to judge, if this trend is good or bad because my opinion is of little or no worth. Reason I aint that important or am I? nah… 

  Like any other profession; sports is also about its supper stars. For example in soccer eleven players including the goalie (goal keeper) make the winning or loosing possible. Even the great Zizou or Ronaldinho with their super powers can’t win or even goal single handedly. But still it’s all about the big names. You will even go and watch a Pakistani movie if Shahruk Khan is starring. But come to think of it there is nothing monstrously wrong with it after all. I mean c’ mon these big names make you feel good bad, inspire and above all make you feel the part of the ‘important world’. 

Observe if you and your friend are in a crowded place jammed pact with strangers for ex in a bus, restaurant etc. if you hear somebody talking about your favorite movie or yesterdays exciting match that person might not be a stranger at all.  

Two days ago I found myself heart broken when my sister revealed the shocking news about Shoaib Akhter and greenhorn M.Asif. As everyone knows their dope test disclosed that were using some kind of stimulant to enhance their performance. Pakistani team is famous for its high speed bowling stars for the past two decades; Imran Khan, Sarfaraz Nawaz, Waseem and Waqar were not only fast bowlers they were action heroes. But I see the future of fast bowling very dark as the last action hero of our cricket is about to hear his death sentence.                               

  

[to be continued……………………….]  

 

   

01
Oct
06

The End

Chapter III

                aargh…Sister Fucker….’ Shavex cursed while pulling himself up, the clock was now showing 12:30 am. His mouth was bitter and his head was aching maybe he hurt his forehead when he hit the ground. He rubbed his forehead and walk in the direction of the washroom.  Shavex started exploring his house like a veteran detective; as if he was mindful of the fact that he might be a part of some reality TV plot and there could be a camera planted in his apartment. After several minutes of scrutiny he came to this conclusion that his useless and pathetic life was way to minor to be a part of any reality TV show. “…and why the hell I’m even thinking like that’ he inquired himself. “…TV shows, camera hahaha Angel of Death …hahahaha…wait a fucking second.” Shavex ran to the spot he passed out in the morning and was amazed to see both the envelope and piece of paper were laying there. 

                  ‘..Lala! One Doodh-patti….’ Shavex asked the Pathan waiter for a cup of tea. All the way Shavex was thinking about the incident that took place in the morning. ‘What if he was right; what if I am about to die…I have not heard about anyone who knows anything about his or her approaching death.’ he enquired himself “… except when grandma use to talk to herself in the night and then in the morning use to tell a very weird story; that her late parents visited her last night. Mum use to say that when old people are about to die they tell anecdotes like this.  It was hard to believe then and it is hard to believe now but what if this rustic legend is true. Maybe when people are living a pointless life as mine they get signs of death, I guess when you anticipate a loss like death you get signs that provide you cheer in sorrow. But I am not happy on this news; in fact I don’t know how to react.’ His head was throbbing from this nuisance. ‘.Sahib 6 rs….’ demanded the Pathan waiter. ‘What for? Shavex replied. ‘you ordered a doodh-patti…’. Shavex realised that he was so busy in his thoughts that he forgot to drink the tea he ordered. He placed his left hand in his jeans and tossed a 5 rupee coin in the direction of the waiter and blinked his eye unassumingly, suggesting that was all he had. The waiter looked at the 5 rupee coin; shook his head in dissatisfaction but moved on. 

Chapter IV  Day 2

Shavex found another envelope on the door step. All night he kept on telling himself that existence of such crap is nothing but a delusion but there it was another envelope right in front of his eyes. His heart was pounding awfully fast. He wished he had a choice to pick or not to pick the damn envelope. He marched back and forth in the room inquiring him self; what to do next. Eventually he punched in the air with great irritation and picked the red envelop; opened it.

It said:  6 more days to go….” 

The same thing happened again the words disappeared one by one as in they were never their on the paper.

              

       Shavex spent the whole after noon sitting on the couch and smoking cigarettes one pack after another. He soon realized that may be his life was coming to an end like the last cigarette in his mouth. 

Today’s key word is empathy.’ The lady on the T.V spoke with a big fake smile.

The capacity for experiencing as one’s own the feeling of another’, she continued.

So when you go out today feel free to help others like you are solving your own problem….’ Bullshit! Shavex turned off the TV.

Fake people phony words; he told himself. It’s amazing how people love to listen to good words on the tele and do complete apposite in real life. Shavex soon realized that he ran out cigarettes. He came out on the street to buy a new pack and to roam around so that he can keep his mind off from the weird things happening in his life.

[to be continued……..]




R O N I N

A web-blog by another wanna be writer who thinks he can write

Popularity Stats

  • 48,383 hitzzz
October 2006
M T W T F S S
« Sep   Nov »
 1
2345678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031  
hit counter