[Gul's ~ A Book with the Fragrance of a Flower]

One of the recollected clutters from Ali Mumtaz’s favorates, published in this months Aurora’s edition this is sheding light upon both of the different fronts of same coin. Either HEAD or TAIL?

He further Expressed in between the lines about its clarity and way to present this print ad.

“Great Headlines come from Good observations.
Great Headlines make you think.”

What it makes to think your mind is the hidden punchline, which states either this line is about merits or demerits of media. Because, the above message can be easily placed into the capacity of both point of views. Isn’t it? Just read it again. That really made you ponder upon, what is trying to be said? Is media a curse? Or! Is Media a blessing?

Yesterday was Awesome in itself bcoz it bought me in the virtuous world which is located about 3 miles away from my place in a profound and lovely village which is not at all virtual like Blogistan.
There were some evil like reason that took me to convert this internet friendship into real and after that they all were not at all evil any more bcoz they all get fixed under the sincere guidance of VLady. Actually my PC’s whole hard disk had been haunted by some kind of notorious BUG. That left me insane and exhaust at the weakest point when I was practicing my skills over web development and application professionally for which I first decided for some PC cleanup means re-installation of OS bcoz already it was not efficient as it had to be. This change process I don’t know did what but despite of all protection against every type of viruses and killing bugs very exceptionally my PC’s hardware was sinking with a bug that made my all browsers corrupted even after fresh installation….Oye Hoye! Meanwhile I called to that shop from which we use to buy all our PC stuff but there’s owner who is my bro’s friend was on leave for 8 days to Islamabad. Moreover, Shahzad bhai (my father’s x-secretary plus our PC consultant) was also not coming under contact. Seriously, Hardware is not my department.
I don’t know how but my all poverty in this matter had got fully disclosed infront of Hina in a fone call and she totally understood my problem oh! I meant my machine’s problem ;o), as her bro is hardware expert. Khair! While that call I don’t know how but she very tactfully made my mind agreed upon an urgent meeting at HER home with my PC and the foremost condition in all that matter is my presence is necessary otherwise she wasn’t be able to give me a guarantee that my PC would return back to me. Hhhhhhhhh…..! Khair! After my thousands of Yes Yes and No No, she finally got succeeded with great amount of blackmailing yes blackmailing which one can easily imagine, ..aint you ;o)? My mother was almost yelling at me that I should invite her bcoz PC is mine not but here Hina made very lame excuse that her bro wont agree to come at my house with her.

Alas! We met and that was unforgettable experiences we attained while all our meeting which was full of fun gup shups, endless laughters, a fascinating fields’ tour behind her house, capturing some bogus and tremendous pictures, yummiest lunch and lots more, balochi teachings (which Hina expressed greatly in her blog . After our first glance to each other and some introductory phrases which could be possible in first rendezvous of two net friends, I said ‘yaaar tum to bilkul bachi lagti’ but not doubt a bachi only by physique otherwise much much matured then her age. In this meet-up there was a third person, Hina’s eldest sis Lubna whom I first thought would be Hina as I had some mature face imagination about her. Lubna is equally sweetheart and very innocent obviously more then Hina ;o). We all had an extra-ordinary cheerish fun while roaming around fields, which I myself visualizing now and that leave me giggling loudly. Hina’s mother was also so much lovable and equally hospitable.

Now, enough virtual thoughts! Lets take a look of our meeting Via pictures.

Greenish Fields around there we starte our roaming. Oop! I forgot the crop name.

The Smoky way along which we were going on and on, laughing, giggling, low-screaming and after a while i said to Hina to squeez her feets where she was standing ‘Khabardaar jo ab yahaan aa kar mujhay kidnap karnay ki koshish ki to’ ;o).

Here I m, This is Me and my Salute for all of ya potrayed by Hina when we were rested at one place for a while.

The Royal door, I dont know where it was leading but found interesting so captured it.

There were some weird vegetables lying on earth Hina picked one, squeezed it and then tear it. Asked to me taste it as she was guranteeing it is darn tasty….. i licked …….eeeeeeeeeeeek.

A barren river, which now is totaly empty and dry due to no rain. Upon these little mounds Hina insisted to climb first to take a snap. Hoooooh!

We were proceeding on and on, On this dancing track.

Notice! the depth inside the well, I was in full fear when Hina turned towards my back as she had an aim to push me down *raised eyebrowes with fear* ;o)……LOL

Look at the horrendous height, which forced me to bent alot to take a view of the water in the well.

LOL! If she will push me in the well then i will also take my revenge by pushing her in this filthy water container….lolz.

Dates’ trees, under the smoky light. How Touching and Calming!

Zoom view of Dates look at the bunch, Aasmaan say tapka khujoor pay atkaaa….lolz.

An over ripe pumpkin, Alas! falled on earth.

An unknown chappal hanged with the edge of Bush near huts. How Aesthetically!

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In this Way an unforgetable Day come to its end, with many of shimmering memories which are sweetest in themselves. Hina is a girl whoes praises are out of bound with any such words. She is an owner of multiple qualities at once which one cant ignore to admire even her darest enemies. sHe RuLeS!

Thanx for the Papaya, Gauvas, and Almonds of your profound fields. My shoulders are over burden under all your warmest and wellcoming formalities.

That was 7th of this month, we had a fone call of about 15 minutes with bhai in Essex at sharp noon, in which he was telling us that he is about to leave for London in few minutes. Moreover he said that he is leaving by bus to London from the nearest bus station.

About 20 minutes after that call I just switched on the T.V. and there was a big heading appeared on the T.V screen on GEO T.V., BREAKING NEWS. I was like Allah khair karay! And then the reporter started to boost about 4 bomb explosions took place on all the nearest bus stations to London and some underground railway stations. I just ran to the courtyard where my mother was praying Zohar to remind her bhai’s plan to London and these bomb explosions that have made the entire crowd of London feared. After that very moment we were trying harder and harder to make our contact possible with bhai through telephone, cell-fone, internet, Gate-Way, calling card but it was seemed that all telephone lines are totally gone lost there besides which all media channels were making our hearts more weak through latest updates about people who injured, died and the fear-full air which has fully prevailed over there. Abbu and bhai was also trying to get connected from their offices to London but answer was same. I can still feel how hell like things we all were thinking about that had made our minds totally insane and miserable. How madly I’ve blocked my screams under the depth of my throat, God Knows!

When nearest mosque’s loud speakers gave an alarm of Asar’s Aazan, till that time all of ours patience fell to surrender even then we couldn’t do anything, I don’t know what brings me last time to the telephone, I really don’t know, I just dialed the number of gate-way and told the operator to dial his cell-number again. And this time operator returned with affirmation in his tone that number has connected and ready to speak, OH Allah! That very moment brings so many blissful hopes upon my wilted face and I screamed for my mother at loud rumble, At last in few seconds I heard my brother’s voice and he came up speaking directly ‘main khairiat say hoon, aur ghar wapis jaa raha hoon, London jaanay kay saaray raastay band hain kion kay bus service band kar di gae hai. After that his voice became less hearable we were asking again and again but he hardly could hear us may be because there were so much noises were coming from the back of him.

At that night we talked with him in detail in which he told us that Allah saved him from these explosions very closely as a narrow escape like that bus station which came in under attack of bomb blast was his usual station to travel to London from which he always catch his bus to go to London as a very first stop. But on that day he said he never knew what thing came in his mind very aimlessly to catch bus from a station next to his usual one rather this one and that how he came up save and alive.

Indeed one of the gracious miracles of Allah who is only the most beneficent and the most merciful. Allhumdullillah.

I’ve nothing to say right now except all this till then I fully recovered myself back to the normal.

Updated

Thank You Yasir, for diverting my attentions for those who came under influence of these explosions. They surely being affected while their journey. May Allah help to recover those who are injured and give patience to their families who died… Aaameen

The Story I m delivering here is of 4th of July which means my upcoming result day of finally covered semester. Which states a foolishness of someone who can be me or that receptionist who told me about delay? Actually that Delay was obviously about our result but I m still failed to comprehend that why people are so much jerk in real and they pretend themselves a BIG BRAIN. Huh!
I woke up at 8:30 with greater zeal and vigor on 4th then usual and dialed to my university’s reception number. A semi-literate voice came from the other side which gave an indication that he must not be a receptionist. Even then I proceeded and asked that At what exact time Result will be at the notice board? He said ‘Woh to ji giyarah(11) kay baad aayay ga’. I said fine and dropped the fone down. Something repeatedly striking my mind that before rushing to university I must called to someone else and confirm about that Clerk’s delivered information but bcoz of tension and hyper-anxiety as bcoz result is going to be display my mind was flowing under some ignoring feeling.
Khair! At sharp 11:10 my car touched the parking lot of university and I was wholly unable to get the scene I saw there and that scene was not a presence of any single soul. First I fell in a thought that there may be some hours left as bcoz they might change the time, with mixed feelings and thoughts I finally stumbled at the reception counter where after getting full inquiry it was fully disclosed that result 11 bajay kay baad nahi kiyara thaareekh kay baad araha hai! Uffffffffffffffff! It can be a possibility of this mistake can be done by my side bcoz result made people hyper-tensionized. Tell me doesn’t it? BUT what about that clerk was lying on the place of the receptionist before his arrival Why he didn’t dared to add the word ‘bajay’ with ‘giyaarah’.
Hayay! We don’t having summers this time and result is getting day by day delay. So many sad news I m getting daily . I m dissolving under the tension of my upcoming grades Sachi! Specially my marketing teacher is famous for failing students , Khair itni buri umeed bhi nahi mujhay to phir bhi dar to laga rehta hai na . Ya Allah, Rehem!

Hola!

Yes, Its Me here! *removing sweat from her forehead*.

This is Sunday today and I remembered so far that was last Sunday when my mother picked-up telephone to dial to my khala n she shouted on me to immediately disconnect internet because there she heard some weird sounds after picking up fone’s receiver so she fell in a thought that fone is bizzy with modem, as I was wholly tumbled into the most thrilling segment of Deception Point first got so much amazed after her 2nd shout I questioned to myself m I really connected? Anyways when I came outside to my room till then it was fully disclosed on me that our fone beechara is DEAD! Hawwwww……ch ch ch!
Khair on Monday we dialed complain service and there was computer answering machine always welcome their customers as follows:

Assalam o Alaikum!
PTCL Complain service call karna ka sHuKrIa!
Bara-e-Meherbaani Ferma kar apni complain automated tareekay say darj karnay kay liay Aik (1) dabain ya phir barah-e-raast operator say baat karnay kay liay sifar( Zero) dabain…………….Ya pHiR DaFa hO jAiN-(Bas yehi aik Fiqra kassnay ki dair Baqi thi. Hunh!)

And How can I forget that trillion times calls in a day we all dialed to get our phone line back as early as possible. Even in direct complains how operator daily made us fool, ‘Bas Madam Aap hi ki complain Par hi Kaam chal raha Kal subha tak fone theek ho jai ga’. Every time we could easily smell ‘kay inki woh kal kabhi nahi aanay waleee’. These Sarkari Mulazimeeeeens in Sarkarii daftars I think obtaining some tactful PhD Degrees in delay of matters. Sachi! They are sooooooooo much cunning naa….. Huh! Don’t Ask! I think they are the true followers of this Slogan ‘Jan churao! Waqt Bachao!’.
Khair! On Wednesday another heart wrenching news I heard that the Line-Man of our area is also on leave on account of his bhateeja/bhateeji’s shaadi. Haeeee! After getting this very news two, 50 grams of tears easily visible near my both eyes because I was the only person who was getting effected by our dead fone because we have 2 lines one is STD and other one is non-STD so this means there was no barrier for the normal telephone calls but what about my modem connected line haan? How can I surf now? :>( and Line-Man was my last Hope after those wicked operators. Friday Morning Line-Man came to check the problem so what was finally got in hand that the problem is not in fone line rather its in conceal so there is no job left behind on line-man, because conceal can only be fixed by Electricians. Hhhhhhhh…..! Up Till now I m just surviving upon a temporary line which that Line-Man build on my very request that day. Here a long black color wire was passing in b/w my room and the lounge and just imagine this in order to get an entry here in my room I first have to take a long jump…*grinding teeths*.

I was getting deadly bore without my bloggywood. But! This cause me to read near to half of Deception Point which is darn Great. Its my First read of any Dan Brown’s Novel previously I’ve read few chapters Digital Fortress and seriously he is very much skilled to capture the entire mind of his reader throughout the Novel. Lately on Saturday me and Asra went to Book Fair and bought two of Da Vinci Codes for each other on special discount.