My name is…


Once upon a time in the suburbs of  Karachi a young man was enjoying his morning by watching some morning show on the tele. To add to his displeasure the telephone in his room started to vibrate and producing funny noises.   

Tring !!  Tring !! 

Tring !! Tring !!

Voice:                         Hello. Asslam alequm !!

Young man:                 Yello! Wasalam.

Voice:                          Well…this is Asim and I am calling from Aga Khan Higher Secondary School (AKHSS). [The voice sounded very official and grave.]

Young man:     Okay. So? 

Voice:              Mr. Ammar Yasir who is in section [after a half minute delay] 1-K has been absent for about a week now. This is unacceptable. In our high school…[interrupted!!]

Young man:      Who are you again?

Voice:              This is Asim. I am in charge of the administration here.[the voice mouthed more arrogantly. He continued...]                                               

As I was saying Mr.Ammar has not been attending classes for almost a week. This act is unacceptable at our High School. We are very strict when it comes to discipline. [The voice went on and on and on] .                                                     

We are providing the best education possible at high school level. This can never be achieved if the discipline is violated like this…..[and on].

Young man:      [Yawn!] 

Voice:              Now look at USA and other western countries they are so demanding when it comes to attendance… [And the voice went on and on…]  

 Young man:      hmm..what was you name again? [in a sleepy tone]

 Voice:               As i told you before, I am Asim form AKHSS!! [in a agitated way]

Young man:      Yeah! Yeah! But what do you want form me. [he demanded][The voice struggled to conceal the rage behind his accent. He took a pause than mouthed]   

Voice:              Does Ammar Yasir live here?

Young man:      umm..No!

Voice:              What ?! what the hell you mean by no.

Young man:    By no I meant; he doesn’t live here.


Young man:      I would have, if you would have put an end to your whining. You were going on and on and on.

Voice:              aaaargh….MORON!

[Bang!! Someone on the other side might have hammered the receiver on the telephone set. ]

Young man:      muhahhahaha….

[The Young man placed the receiver on the telephone set. He was laughing his heart out. The thought of it was making him laugh out loud. He was about to role on the floor laughing. Than all of  a sudden his mum entered the room and enquiered.]

  Mommy:           Ammar who was that?

Young man:      No one mom. It was some wrong number.

And thereafter the silence and peace of the  city Karachi is still  haunted  by the  schemes of an evil young man.]     


18 Responses to “My name is…”

  1. February 14, 2007 at 6:14 pm

    well its a part of the ‘ Life’s a Sitcom’ series; so its not madeup tale and actually took place 4 yrs ago when i was in high school.[FOR DOSE WHO ASKED]

  2. 2 R-E-D
    February 16, 2007 at 8:42 pm

    That’s hilarious LOL! Thanks for stopping by my blog before. That’s VERY funny I wish I had answered the phone instead of Mum when my college Director rang home last week.

  3. February 17, 2007 at 5:18 am


    Well, we all have our dayz.

    Thnx for stopping by, it was nice to hear from you 🙂

  4. February 18, 2007 at 7:03 pm

    Very funny when you are a child but definitely not funny when you are a parent.

  5. February 18, 2007 at 8:16 pm

    Can’t agree more. But fun is good sometimes if its not harming anyone…

    Thnx for stopping by. I would be pleased to see more of your comments on my web-blog =)

  6. 6 Obaid
    February 27, 2007 at 9:04 am


    i wonder why the administration morons try to hammer an iron fist down our throats … they forget that after eating junkfood for years on end, we can digest almost anything 😀 😀

    i heard Asim’s teaching at CBM these days 😛

  7. February 27, 2007 at 9:06 am

    no kidding….:P

    We sure had fun teasing him…there are like 1bout 1001 events that we can recall n laugh our heart out.

  8. 8 lubz
    February 28, 2007 at 2:13 pm

    thats what i call ‘perfect’ satire…

  9. February 28, 2007 at 3:42 pm

    thank you !

    thank you very much !!

  10. 10 becca
    March 14, 2007 at 2:52 pm

    u r always g8 m speechless it remined me of gd old days

  11. March 14, 2007 at 2:56 pm


    old times are alwaz guud.

    thankyou for your comment 🙂

  12. March 14, 2007 at 3:00 pm

    u hav da bst humor on earth nifin is comparable to u keep it up god bless u

  13. March 14, 2007 at 3:23 pm

    hehe, ur jsut saying dat 😛

  14. May 2, 2007 at 10:38 am

    hmmm Mere College K Din!!

  15. 17 Zainab Aqdas
    December 30, 2010 at 3:53 pm

    Just came across your blog while searching for the meaning of the name ‘Meesum’..

    Got to say, some nice stuff you have got here.. 😀

  16. 18 Zainab Aqdas
    December 30, 2010 at 3:54 pm

    Just came across your blog while searching for the meaning of the name ‘Meesum’..

    Got to say, some really good stuff you have got here 🙂

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