Monday, December 26, 2005

Hiding candies under your mattress.

Haven't gotten round to using this thing muh, but I must tell you that eah time I use this I'm in awe of the great functionality of this keyoard. Honestly, I can’t wait to travel anywhere, but a little long distance, so I can really get to use it and understand the absolute functionality of the bluetooth keyboard.

It's like hiding candies under your mattress and waiting for nightfall.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The best things in life

I had my paper for the last few weeks and so had been studying for a while, playing around with the books, toying here and there, generally trying to study and get things in order for the exams to really work out well.

They came and they went without me really notiing them at all, since the more omnious task at hand that seemed to me was that I had to get back to work in a few days, and that was sorta irritating,and deressing. Yes, I am on of those many people who don’t really like work much, and thus I was saddenned by the thought of going back to work, though it might seem like a respite from the same mundane life, studying sleeping and eating. Yet work is a task, not a hobby, atleast not for me... And so it was...

And this week I ame to realise that well as bad as things might get, they always seem better, evvery now and then, and so is the case with work... It's the best of times and it’s the worst of times... This time being the best, cuz believe it or not we have new laptops.... Yes we finally have custom 0laptops and the onfigurations are mind boggling. Though I have yet to receive mine, but still it seems like I have seen it all and lived it all in this workplae...

But the best of all things, am typing this on my pocket pc phone, using a bluetooth keyboard.... and this is amazing fun... This is AMAZING...

Monday, September 26, 2005

And obscures snow angels...

The previous post was not mean as a saddening insistence, I'm not sad. It reminds me more of god friendship for some odd reason I don't know why, but I associate this with good friends, and am just remembering good friends and not getting sad about it... Just smiling to myself...

also snow day is a happy day for me... because I still haven't seen snow in my real life and would love to see it, and be able to play in it, and rain on my parade is a good thing for me because I live in karachi where it hardly ever rains, and if it rains on my parade it'll probably be a rain of blessing and not something to make me sad...

and make hay while the sun shines seems like a stupid thing to me because you get all tanned in the sun, and the heat is a killer, it should be make hay while the KESC still works... And not the other way round.. Many things which people may associate to sad things or happy things means very much vice versa to me, like the silver lining at a cloud means that the sun is about to appear and to a karachite that's like saying your five minute shower for the whole year is over so get back to the sunny sunny karachi...

going to the beach because the sun is out, is an alien concept to me, I rather prefer going there when it is raining, or the clouds are up and about...

apparently a lot of our older generation and much of our current generation is still stuck in the clutches of the imperialist angraaaiz, and it just makes me sad... esp with everyday references like the ones mentioned above...

I'm very happy when I say it's a snow day and sunny days make my head hurt, and a throbbing pulse in my head, I'm delighted on rainy days even when I have to walk in the puddles of water because that's a happy thought, though traffic comes to a standstill in the rain, yet it is the most delightful thing for me... Have myself been stuck in rain, but each time I did, it was a million times better than getting stuck in traffic in a sunny day, because the smog and the horns are a real killer in a sunny day.

And ofcourse snow angels...

Another day is done

A long, long time ago...I can still rememberHow that music used to make me smile.And I knew if I had my chanceThat I could make those people danceAnd, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.But february made me shiverWith every paper I’d deliver.Bad news on the doorstep;I couldn’t take one more step.I can’t remember if I criedWhen I read about his widowed bride,But something touched me deep insideThe day the music died.So bye-bye, miss american pie.Drove my chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSingin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."this’ll be the day that I die."Did you write the book of love,And do you have faith in God above,If the Bible tells you so? Do you believe in rock ’n roll,Can music save your mortal soul,And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you’re in love with him`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.You both kicked off your shoes.Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buckWith a pink carnation and a pickup truck,But I knew I was out of luckThe day the music died.I started singin’,"bye-bye, miss american pie."Drove my chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeAnd singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."this’ll be the day that I die."Now for ten years we’ve been on our ownAnd moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,But that’s not how it used to be.When the jester sang for the king and queen,In a coat he borrowed from james deanAnd a voice that came from you and me,Oh, and while the king was looking down,The jester stole his thorny crown.The courtroom was adjourned;No verdict was returned.And while lennon read a book of marx,The quartet practiced in the park,And we sang dirges in the darkThe day the music died.We were singing,"bye-bye, miss american pie."Drove my chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeAnd singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."this’ll be the day that I die."Helter skelter in a summer swelter.The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,Eight miles high and falling fast.It landed foul on the grass.The players tried for a forward pass,With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.Now the half-time air was sweet perfumeWhile the sergeants played a marching tune.We all got up to dance,Oh, but we never got the chance!`cause the players tried to take the field;The marching band refused to yield.Do you recall what was revealedThe day the music died? We started singing,"bye-bye, miss american pie."Drove my chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeAnd singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."this’ll be the day that I die."Oh, and there we were all in one place,A generation lost in spaceWith no time left to start again.So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!Jack flash sat on a candlestickCause fire is the devil’s only friend.Oh, and as I watched him on the stageMy hands were clenched in fists of rage.No angel born in hellCould break that satan’s spell.And as the flames climbed high into the nightTo light the sacrificial rite,I saw satan laughing with delightThe day the music diedHe was singing,"bye-bye, miss american pie."Drove my chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeAnd singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."this’ll be the day that I die."I met a girl who sang the bluesAnd I asked her for some happy news,But she just smiled and turned away.I went down to the sacred storeWhere I’d heard the music years before,But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.And in the streets: the children screamed,The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.But not a word was spoken;The church bells all were broken.And the three men I admire most:The father, son, and the holy ghost,They caught the last train for the coastThe day the music died.And they were singing,"bye-bye, miss american pie."Drove my chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSingin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."this’ll be the day that I die."They were singing,"bye-bye, miss american pie."Drove my chevy to the levee,But the levee was dry.Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and ryeSingin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Much awaited dawn

Alright, alright, so i flunked again. Yeah, i did.
Working for late hours, long days and endless weeks. But for some odd reason, it doesn't seem like a long time that there days weren't merging together so often. Now i have it i can't even remember what i had for lunch yesterday, or for that matter who i had to call-back. But that's just my way of excusing myself from the responsibility. And to say that i wasn't responsible for all this would also mean that i was irresponsible. The good side of things is that my family and friends insist that it was probably for the best, and Allah works in mysterious ways. And i completely agree with it all, and without disagreeing with that i think there is also a flip side to such observations. (that last word is soooo accountant-like)
Nonetheless, my stand on such matters will, Allah willing, be a little different. Though i know my destiny is written, and my fate decided, and the who and the what already written about the curling pages of my life, yet the how... It is the how that i'm concerned about. And the how that i will hopefully write about while i'm here in my two minute of break, looking for some semblance of a normal existence. (don't get me wrong, i'm not locked in a dungeon or a tower, i'm just stuck in a profession that i'm not really fond of.)
a note to the critics: ofcourse this isn't coherent i'm not writing in one straight sitting, nor in one frame of mind. :P
Now where was i, hmmm, completely lost my train of thought.
I need to do one more thing, to take a stand on things, broad shoulders, and take responsibility of the fact which has been so evident to most around me from day one, and to me for some time. I'm not really made for this profession, i have file work, abhor desk jobs, and am absolutely in love with constant change, which i get the least in this job. Instead it's composed of bald old men, with no family life, the social life of a corpse constantly trying to make the better of us weird clones.
Better luck next time. Sounds like such a cliche, but remains one of the most said phrases at result time. Been there done that, didn't like it much.
And so, tomorrow a new day will dawn, another sunrise, another dawn, another wonderful morning, which will be missed because i... I will be asleep because i returned home an hour before the much awaited dawn.

Monday, August 22, 2005

holiday that won't come

Since blogging isn't that hard a sport i decided to do it using my phone. Though it is an honourable thought, keeping in mind my late hours at work and a terrible sleep cycle coupled with the worst of environments when it comes to timeliness, the charm of blogging has twofold advantage. I get to vent my anger and also get some space to speak out about the things that i wish to say most days but don't, due to my inherently respective (read sacred-because-i'll-get-fired) nature. The thing with blogging i find most soothing is that i can just let my mind flow, even with the constant peak's from my colleagues, the incessant asking me if i'm talking to a girl, the un-ending stares that i'm just sitting free (when infact i'm sick of having to wait the best and worst part of my day, spending most waking hours of my life, breathing the same rat filled air that is heavy with the stench of our neighbours fumigation when we need it more) and not really working or paying much attention to a client on which i've already spent some two hundred and seventy hours in the past twenty days.

The upside is that i don't have to follow strictly rat like hours, of nine to five, i don't really have to have an excuse when i leave early some days, though doing that has caused me much heartache in the past and hasn't really improved my health nor my status quo, but still. Like suddle so so aptly puts it, 'nokri kee, tay nakhra kee.'

And thus here i am in the middle of the night, after spending fourteen hours at work, two of which were spent hiccuping like a mad man, another two spent in a terribly hot room (more so because the air conditioning was off even though a separate unit has been installed, than me not knowing what i should've done), the rest, of the ample hours spent doing correction and re-correction of documents corrected a million times over the past few days, and will be corrected another million times over the next few. The saddest part of all, on a weekend, i get to speak all of five minutes with my family in the morning before coming to work. And ten with my friends who came to meet me here, during which ten minutes i was called twice to the 'ball-room'.

It's a sorry life, and worse still, a very lonely life when you come to realise that most of the work you do is, in all it's entirety, thankless, and the remaining amount inept.

But that's not what i wanted to rant about. This is a rant about not being able to blog any other time, so i decided to do it here, now, in the moment and in this lifetime. Because waiting for the right time, the right moment hasn't worked for me so far. Waiting for time never really works. Waiting for a holiday that won't come.

And a keyboard for my phone is still not available, so till such a time that it is or another alternative is available to typing rather than using my twelve digit keypad i will just have to bear with the poor punctuation, and sore thumbs.

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

RSVP

Since this hase been such an impersonal blog, i decided to lighten it up a bit and be a wee bit impersonal...

Me, what about me, i dont think that i should write it here cuz that's just lame. Infact for the longest time i thought that to do that is the lamest thing to do..

i still believe in it...

so by circular reference, im terribly lame myself... but anyway i'll try to write it often too often...

BAH...

Sunday, May 15, 2005

Are Maulvis the hurdles in the way of progress?

By Asad Mehmood (asad.mehmood@gmail.com)

In a previous column, we had stated that Mufti Shafi (rahimahullah) Quds Allah Sarrahu used to humorously call Maulvis as 'Malamati Firqa' (censured group). The reason behind this was that some people consider Maulvis, their every move and action as objectionable and condemnable.
They have always been censured for their wealth, their poverty, their culture, their dressing and their appearance. If they take a side and cut off relations with the world, they are criticized. If they take part in the national politics and stay active in the field of journalism, they are not spared. There is a spate of criticism for Maulvis from worldly people, particularly the modern and educated class. Here we shall analyze only one objection.

Main criticism on Maulvis is that they are the hurdles in the way of progress and prosperity. It is said: "The world is progressing fast but the Maulvis are hindering the developments. The time has changed, there are new opportunities, new avenues, new demands. Man has stepped on the moon. Computer and Internet have turned the whole world into a village. But, Maulvis are repeating the old stories. Prayers, fasting, beard, turban, mosque, madrasah, recitation of Holy Quran, Halal and Haram, purity and impurity, loose dressing, Shalwar above ankle, centuries-old views and practices, opposition to TV, singing and dancing, making women observe Hijab."

After these remarks, they say with great regret: "In such a situation, how can the country progress well?" It gives an impression that the Maulvis have misguided the people, rendering the country backward and conservative and from the hut of a religious man to the luxurious
bungalow of wealthy people, religious codes are being followed; every rich person is paying Zakat; every man has grown beard, every head has a turban, every house is purified and there is no TV in any residence; recitation of Holy Quran can be heard from each house; every lady is
observing Hijab; un-Islamic gatherings have stopped and every individual has said 'no' to the interest-based system of economy; anti-humanity representatives of World Bank and IMF have been expelled from the country.

Nothing of this sort has happened, absolutely not. As these people claim that preaching by the Maulvis have been a cry in the wilderness which can be heard by the animals in the jungle but not by the people living in cities, then the country should have made good progress, there should have been zero unemployment and there should have been rapid industrial development, no child should have been deprived of easy access to the education, each and every person should have access to potable water, no-one should be sleeping hungry, no man should have committed suicide on seeing his family on starvation, no patient should have been left unattended, none of the city road should have looked like a dent-ridden path, we would have defeated India at least
in the field of computer, we should have locally manufactured vehicles, weapons and medicines.

But this did not happen, absolutely not. Why? … Did any Maulvi prevent us from making progress? The voice of the poor Maulvi does not go outside the mosque and madrasah. He has nobody in his circle except the poor, uneducated and needy people. Scientists, engineers, judges, lawyers, bureaucrats, doctors and professors are "immune" from the Maulvis. Then, why our beloved country could not lead the world in the fields of science, medicine and engineering? Due to the misdeeds of the rulers, corruption of bureaucrats, betrayal of leaders, bribery of administration, partiality of judiciary, infighting of power-hungry politicians, greed of government officials and indifference of the public, the country could not make progress. But the blame of decline was put on the Maulvis.

Unfortunately, the people consider beard, turban, prayer, haj, mosque, madrasah and hijab as the causes of non-progress. Actually it is presumed that the progress and development, which prevails in Europe and America, is due to freedom from parental bonds, ignoring the religion, eliminating difference between right and wrong. This sort of thinking is wrong. The reason behind west's so-called progress is different. They have a system and discipline in their all affairs, while we are victim of mismanagement in every field from politics and governance to industry and education. Every project of ours is erratic and based on ad-hocism. Despite the passage of 55 years of the establishment of our country we could not decide whether we should
have presidential system or parliament system; whether we should adopt Marshall Law permanently or look for a modern form of kingship.

The Europeans are constant-minded and committed people while we get tired very soon. That is the reason no country has confidence in us. The world is of the view that the Pakistanis change their mind very frequently. It is apprehensible that they are adherents of Islam, but
the other side of the picture is that they do not take time in adopting the non-Islamic culture. Neither their friendship is stable nor their enmity is based on any principles. It was in the recent past that they were settling the Afghans in the country, and the same day it was seen that they were providing logistic support bombing the Afghans. Developed nations know the worth of each passing moment while in our society time is the cheapest thing. For us, time has no importance. It is like a tap of water that is left open without knowing whether the water is benefiting the barren land or it is going in vain. Developed nations think before they take any step while we
think after taking a step.

Developed nations keep in view the national interest while planning a project and we give preference to the individual and personal benefit. Everything is in a haphazard manner. It seems as if the Day of Reckoning has approached and every Pakistani is struggling for self-protection. Nobody bothers about the national benefit and interest. Every influential person is trying to do something for himself and for his own family. People in the developed world never
damage the respect and honor of their fellow citizens. The developed nations provide justice to the common people without any discrimination. They provide unemployment allowance if anyone is not in job. Jobless people are provided all sort of help including free treatment and free education. The parents of disabled children do not have to worry because their government is there to support them.

Contrarily, Pakistani rulers and agencies are always bent upon damaging the honor of common people. People at the helm of affairs enjoy luxurious lifestyle on the basis of taxes, and consider the common men as their slaves. An appeal by Pakistani mujahideen languishing in Haripur jail was published in a section of the press in the past week. In their appeal, they described the atrocities and torture being meted out to them in the jail and sought the help of human rights organizations and influential people to get them out of there. They wrote in their appeal that they were kept under subhuman conditions and are made to go without food and water for many days. They are subjected to severe torture by the jail officials. They are asked question about the ladies of their families.

This is the height of atrocities being meted out to the Muslims by the people of the same country and the same religion. Under such a situation, scholars and high officials ask why the country is not progressing well? Why the youth of the country are hesitant to volunteer along with the Pak military as was done in the past. People who raise this question know the reply to this question, but they still hold the Maulvis responsible for the miserable state. Government
department like banks, telecommunications, electricity, railways and judiciary are controlled by the maulvis.

Corruption is the most dangerous thing in a country as it undermines the institutions. The evil has damaged Pakistan's image in the world. Police are backing the robbers and criminals. Law and justice is put for sale in the courts. Journalists are indulged in unfair affairs. Horse Trading is common on the floor of upper and lower houses. In all such affairs no Maulvi is involved in any way.

The country that had two hands – East and the West – lost one hand in just 25 years of its independence. Did this happen because of any Maulvi? There are so many such questions which can be raised anytime. But at present we are discussing just the reality and propaganda by
friend-like enemies. Some people are of the view, "Had there been no Maulvi, Karachi and Lahore would have become Paris or New York. On the other hand, the Maulvis rightly think that the real peace of mind is found in Makkah, Medina and not in imitating the non-Muslims or bowing down to America and Europe.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

How to use widcomm bluetooth under Windows XP SP2

This is a small guide for those who installed the Service Pack 2 for Windows XP and are experiencing problems with the WIDCOMM Bluetooth software..

If you install the WIDCOMM BTW (1.3.smthing.smthin) Bluetooth software on Windows XP SP2, you will get the following error as soon as you double click on the blue-red system tray icon:

"Your Bluetooth Software license does not include use with this Bluetooth Device" (it does not work on 1.4.2.10)

After that you will be asked to point to a valid license.dat file. However if you select the
license.dat that came with your manufacturer's driver (be it on CD-ROM or downloaded from
the manufacturer's website) it still won't work.


The reason for this problem:

In the Service Pack 2, Microsoft included a generic Bluetooth driver, naturally being
WHQL-certified -- it's directly from Microsoft. The WIDCOMM Bluetooth driver however is not
WHQL-certified, so Windows XP continues using the generic driver. This interferes with the
WIDCOMM Bluetooth software resulting in the above error.

To force Windows XP to use the WIDCOMM driver, perform the following steps:

Don't plug in the Bluetooth device yet.

If you have any Bluetooth software apart from the included Windows drivers installed, deinstall
them and reboot. I am not sure if this is necessary, but just in case.

Install the WIDCOMM BTW 1.4.2.10 Bluetooth software. When it asks you to plug in the
Bluetooth device and click OK, don't, and click cancel instead.

When the WIDCOMM setup has finished, plug in your Bluetooth device and let Windows install
the driver. (There should be two Bluetooth icons in the system tray; one blue-white: this is the Windows driver - and one blue-red: this is the WIDCOMM driver which is deactivated.)

Now go to the Device Manager, right click on the "Generic Bluetooth Radio" and select "update
driver". Don't let Windows XP connect to the internet, then select "Choose software from a list or specified location". In the next window, select "Don't search, but select the driver to install".

In the next window, activate "Show compatible hardware" (if it isn't activated already) and
select your manufacturer's driver instead of the "Generic Bluetooth Radio" driver.

Click next until the new driver is installed. Now the WIDCOMM system tray icon should be
blue-white as well, activated and ready to use.

If you now double click on "My Bluetooth Places" (e.g. on the desktop), the WIDCOMM software installation will be continued and finished.


This should solve any compatibility issues with the WIDCOMM BTW 1.4.2.10 Bluetooth software and Microsoft Windows XP SP2.

If you still experience problems, please reply to this thread. If necessary, I will update this
HowTo accordingly.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Let things be

In life, there are times when it is a good idea to keep quiet. The most appropriate of them, when you are talking to a woman. Other times include when you aren't talking to a woman.

In my humble existence, I have realised that the most appropriate conversation happen when you have the silence engulfing you, the humid, windless night, the kind of night we have in karachi when the electricity burns out at 2 am and you wake up sweaty unable to sleep.

It is in those moments, when most of the crickets have also laid to rest that I have my conversation, to myself, of myself.

Seventy eight degreed of wisdom.
 
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