Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself andrecall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay beforeyou and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine. Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing everyday that scares you Sing Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself. Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank  statements. Stretch Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone. Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.. Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out. Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth. But trust me on the sunscreen…


Taken from A HOLEY BOOK OF RABBIT by Ali Habib

A Pressing Issue

Why oh why did someone have to go and invent the damn iron?? The whole world must have been going around rather happily with rumpled and crumpled clothing until some restless smart ass came up with the bright idea that pressed clothes would look better and went and invented the iron. The thing is a pain I say because now everyone expects you to wear ironed clothes to work… among other places. It takes time and energy, it uses insane amounts of electricity, and to top it off, people in hotel laundries end up using rusty irons and leaving ugly orange stains on your favorite shirt. What’s wrong with heavily creased clothes I ask you… in four years at college I never ironed a single item of clothing except before a presentation because then you’re ‘expected’ to look ‘smart and well-dressed’. Now I have to iron clothes everyday for work… anyone know who invented the iron?

I’m up for resurrecting the man/woman and torturing her/him to death, or rather I’d iron the person straight into minding their own business hence forth.

Water Buffalo Sport

August 2, 2007

Water Skiing


Water Skiing on a Budget 😀 ………waaah

August 2, 2007

So what is the point here. Yes death is inevitable, yes NOBODY in this world knows when you will fly off to the question of crossing the pearly white gates or falling to the depths of a fiery pit.

So then, it seems only fair that you live your life the way you want to, not reasoning to what others want or require you to do. But then again, is that so easily possible. You as an existence not only carry a dream of your own, but a lot of other dreams, a dream that your parents have involving you, a dream that your wife has involving you as a couple, a dream that your children have (which is still questionable to the extent their intellectual capability and imaginary motives are questionable) so which one of these are you going to live?

A person can be selfish enough to put himself or herself first, such a person has the right to live the dream they see for themselves at the cost of the other dreams they are a part of, since everyone keeps telling you that you can’t keep yourself happy. But not everyone feels content over being this selfish. Take me for an example, Ive lived my life for those I feel indebted t. My parents did not approve of the woman I want to marry, but they’ve sacrificed their dreams for my 23 years of existence, they have a certain right over me. But then again, it is my life that I shall be living hence forth, and I should practically reach out, grab the girls hand and say ‘Qabool hai’ thrice before the blink of an eye and live happily ever after. But will I?

Will I be happy knowing that Ive sucked a woman into a circle she’s not accepted into, and let her life become a mess, a living hell that it may quite possible turn into? Will I be happy knowing that I live with the same parents who may smile when they look towards me, but deep within their hearts frown? Will I be content knowing that the wife of my dreams has to go through a messy day as soon as the sun rises till the time it fades away. Will I have lived the right dream?

And if I move away from those parents that raised me to become intellectual enough to think properly, would it be the right thing to do to question their motives, would it be the perfect life to marry the woman of my dreams and move away from them to pursue my own dream. And in the end that dream still remains incomplete, for the woman of my dreams was to live happily ever after with me and my parents. So would I really be living my dream, or would I be killing a lot of other dreams in the name of an incomplete one?

A lot of people will have a lot of theories and a lot of motives to back their theories, because they think differently, they act differently, believe differently, and are eventually different from who I am.

The fact is, that its not about living your dream thats important, its rather the feeling of being content. Some in this situation may have lived a content life marrying her and moving away, some may be content with the situation I am currently in, without her, some may have married her secretly and have lived content. Whatever the cause may be, I am not content with life, and I am still buried under a lot of responsibilities and a lot of unkept promises. To live the life I desire is not the question, but to be satisfied with who I am and what I have done was right and just is.

If I am able to do that, then being a rockstar, or a Marketing analyst, or a chef at McDonalds wont really matter, as long as I keep those attached to me content, that is when I will be content, that is my dream, and eventually I will live it, or die trying.

“you can tell the same lie a thousand times, but it never gets anymore true”. Thats right. I want a guitar. I’ve loved guitars ever since I could understand the theory of resonance…..ok no wait, I dont understand the theory of resonance. Lets make it simple. Ive wanted a guitar since I was in the 8th grade. But that doens’t change the fact that I wont ever get it. Why do I say that, because when I actually did get it, when I had my own acoustic and electric with a distortion pedal and a 15 watt Fender Sidekick amp, SHIT HAPPENED.

How it all started was a wonderfully painful story. Joined together in a battle against fate 4 people joined hands inside a 5th fadi’s (read tharki’s) car, making our way over to a couple of guitar shops, in dire search for an acoustic of our own, to actually start our ill fated guitaring careers.

lick a guitarsit


I bought myself a Rs. 4400 worth of a powerbeat that actually sounds pretty very many one amazing with heavy gauge strings on it. I love the baby…..took it over across half the city every other day to Nabeel’s place to learn how to play it, was becoming pretty successful at it too, until one fine day I received my first ever Ibanez. Sure it was a GRX20, the lowest in the Ibanez kind, but it was an ibanez none the less, better then those wannabe pink floyders with their Taiwanese copy’s of AMERICAN FAT STRATS.

But then…..another one fine wala day, was when the poopie mountains landed upon my head. At home the only two people were 1 very old grandmother of mine (Love You AMMISAHAB) and one very dumb kid (yea yea love you too shorty). So anyways, two guys knock on the door and present themselves to be the cable tv repairmen, all equipped with cable fixing equipment (aka a plastic bag with pliers, lots of cut wire and a few extra broken accesories that can be picked off the road any time of the day) and fake id cards. Well I dont blame my brother since he did have a look at the ID cards, and let the two guys in, however the bloody chameleons changed color once inside the gate. Pulling out on their TT Pistols they started wiping the house clean of every worthwhile thing they could find.

Ironically, the condition that they were described to be in, every worthwhile thing would ACTUALLY mean EVERYTHING in the damned house. But the idiots took only the most expensive and small sized equipment they could find, things like MY DIGITAL CAMERA (die a terrific death in a horrific accident you baby poopie cleaning wipes), my guitar (oooo this makes me furious) and you know where their interest lied.

So thats the guitar gone, I survive with a pedal and an amplifier. However shit kept happening…..while I devised plans to buy myself another low level electric to keep my arsenal up to date, a friend of mine borrowed my amplifier, only to have his band loose it a couple of years ago today, and he stills owe me more than half the price of that wretched thing. Sometimes I wonder if my parents had anything to do with this, the dissapearance of all my noise making equipment. Remaining was the pedal, which was actually given to me by a friend of mine, only to later find out it wasn’t actually his, he’d borrowed it off someone, and so it went away too 😦 none of the electronics loved me, they all went away and made me SAD 😦

So anyways, Ive finally decided what I should do with my music career, DRUM….thats right, Ima be a drummer now! So that if robbers plan to steal it, they need to bring a truck to the side of the house. If my parents want to throw it, they need to hire a gazillion people to pick the pieces and throw them away without making any noise. And if all goes well, I just might become good at it too B-)













Black God

October 11, 2006

Thy every look and every grace
so charmed whenever I view thee,
’til death overtake me in the chase
still will my hopes pursue thee

Then when my tedious hours have past,
be this my last blessing given
low at thine feet to breathe my last
and die in sight of heaven.


October 11, 2006

Pour yourself into me, our time approaches so near, that I sigh. What danger in such an adorer? We dance and the music dies. We carry them all away, as we glide through their lost eyes. You lift me above myself, with the ghostly lake of your mind. Arise from your slumber in my arms. Your beauty took the strength from me. In the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars. Romantic in our tastes. We are without excuse. We burn in our lust. We die in our eyes and drown in our arms.

Your bloodied body is what I cling to. In powerful rain, they laid their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It’s sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. Your river holds a feast of danger. The suffering you have had to bear. I’d die for that moment one more time. The loved one falls below your ideals. Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. The brave lick their sickening lips. Rigid, handsome and a poet. A king in his passionate castle. Where now? Feed me! Hold me! Save me! Save yourself! Where now? Which way? Dear god, show me. Take your own. Struggle free! Arise! You’re Ruined! Stand down! Your kin, piled thick around you. Save yourself!

The very deepest of your wishes. Climb up high, take my hand. Tread carefully through these sickening angels. Look at your god. look at the way he stands. The uterine murderess dies herself. Let me show you all my pain. Sardonyx lays waste to your eyes and leaves you blind. Gone is the day. They that did feed, delicately. Feed on me. The call has come, from bird and beast. Insect and serpent, and all that lives in the sea. And cities of fire, rip through me. My life a widower sad. On your knees, smell your disease. If i live you will be sorry. I have a thousand forms. Uninjured by your tongue. I’m working to ensnare you. Couple your name with cruelty. The mother of dying children. My hatred is unnumbered. It rises in my breast. We’ve lived with our suffering. But now…?

 I’ve seen them. so dark. Black. And yet fine. The flower they carry had once been mine. Get away from me, man of stories. Robe of lies. Stay far from me. I lie to myself (it’s not hurting). I need help, but not from you or your father. No! Jesus Christ. Who’s my saviour? Lose myself in gods death. No! I can’t bear all this pain. I had watched the snow all day. Falling. It never lets up. All day falling. I lifted my voice and wept out loud, “So this is life?”.

See the light and feel my warm desire, run through my veins like the evening sun. It will live but no eyes will see it. I’ll bless your name before I die. No person in everything can shine, yet shine you did, for the world to see. All a man hath will he give for life? For life that’s lost bleeds all over me. I’d fallen before but it never hurt like this. Don’t leave me here to crawl through the mire. I’m without fault before the throne of god. Take from me the crown of sympathy. What do you think you’ll see? What do you think there will be? Sit down! Did you see the sun? What will we become? Great ones? The mouths that dare not speak his name, behold them, raised, complete and fine. The battle for our lives is oh, so brief. Take my hand and please walk with me. When I was young the sun did burn my face. I let its love and warmth wash over me. The melting voice of many, in the hush of night. Whispering tongues can poison my honest truth. Come dress me with your body, and comfort me. I dreamt of a dead child in my sleep. I wear a terrible mark in my head. my clean, white bed. It calls to me. I must lie down. and I want you to lay with me, in sympathy. No sad “adieus” on a balcony. For one last time, just walk with me. At the beautiful gate of the temple, we must be saved. For deadened, icy pain, covers all the earth.

So little of what we observe, is the girl herself. Elaborate, scented coiffers. Adieu d’amour. Vast is the heirs ballroom. Let the rich give you presents. Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances. The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air. My mouth eager and wishing. But I return to this nightingale. Her hair all fiery red. Deep it is and wild. my weakness will be fed. Boys whipped on the alter of diana, sometimes until they died. The cunning wily merchant, and his four crippled horses. Tales told in warlike manner. The storyteller by the fire . While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire. You are sweet and fine to listen to. Long tresses about her neck. Yet much is false. This mighty evening, I’ve seen no face. This is crushing me. My quill it aches. Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft. I’ll dwell in desolate cities. You burned my wings. I leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage. I wanted to touch them all. I wanted to touch them all.

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October 8, 2006

This time my sister …… now she’s lost faith in me. Cesspool of rotting blood I jumped in, hating myself badly!

 Have You Forgotten? October 8th 2005


 October 8, 2005, changed Pakistan forever. At precisely 08:50:38 a massive earthquake struck the northern areas of Pakistan which devastated the entire country over 80,000 lives perished in a blink of an eye, thousands were displaced resulting in millions of dollars in damage. The entire country joined hands in unison to help the suffering, but even more needs to be done.

In an effort to raise awareness for the victims of the Earthquake in Pakistan we propose to launch a Blog Day, requesting all bloggers to make a post about the earthquake which struck our country one year back by actually asking yourself



It is my twin sister that reminded me of this incident tonight…….an otherwise faded memory of a bad past incident, this particular incident should never be forgotten….

Thank you Uzi…for reminding me

This sucks

October 7, 2006

Nothing more to be said