Some Desi, Yes the guy from Wake Up Pakistan!

someone. somewhere.

2005-02-23T06:43:00.000+05:00

Dear readers,
This blog would be closed on March 1st, 2005. Wakeuppakistan.blogspot.com would still be available for anyone to access. This site and its content would be saved on my hard drive. If anyone needs any post or comments, you can always email me. Now to the real (perhaps, the last) post.

I feel very tired and exhausted. Some might find this post the usual rant and others might think otherwise.

I have recently realized that I have never lived my life my own way. I always lived to help, support, love anyone whom I have even known for 2 secs. Everybody else came before my own decisions. I was misused for this quality of mine. I was rejected, hated, and manipulated because of this. But I kept going. Always comparing myself, with someone who was better than me.

I always felt proud in my heart about my effort. I felt good about myself, even when I had to lose to make somebody else happy. I did the same recently, but this time, it seems I have lost something very precious. Something very rare to find. And thats why, I feel very tired and exhausted. I mean whats the point, when there is no return? And this is what drives me. I will keep my end of the bargain: If not the one, then it should, rather be none. Someone wise said once: Time heals all wounds if you let it. But time is failing me this time. I have tried my best. May be my best is not good enough. I will try harder, but this time not for the prize. I have lost my prize already because I wasn't good enough. I don't need a prize anymore.

Sometimes, life is not as simple as it seems. You wish you were child and even if you didn't get something you wanted, you would move on. But sometimes, it is hard to move on. Forget something or find something more appealing, and this is what makes life so hard.

But life is a challange. A test. And I ain't a quitter. Again, I am going to work harder but not for a prize.

Those of whom you know me, please forgive me if I have done anything to hurt you.
And to those who don't know me, I make the same plea of forgiveness.

Take Care,

Some Desi
WakeUpPakistan
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Cookiesssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!

2005-01-14T10:59:00.000+05:00

OK, alright, hmm, ahan, really! Exactly, today is my pseudo birthday. Although, I have been a very baaaaaaaad bad blogger, but I am sure you guys will forgive me. Its just that I have got more work to do these days and I don't get enough time to gather my thoughts. And for the same reason, this post is pretty much thoughtless.

But hold on, a thought just popped into my head! How about if I had cookies sent to me from my dear bloggers on my pseudo-birthday!? ;0P Now that would be awesome, don't you guys think?

Let me know if you need my address for sending the cookies. =)

2004-12-22T06:30:00.000+05:00

Would you believe it! No, you won't. OK, it happened like this:

Dude: *&#@!% gimme yer mobile phone, or I will &%#@ you up!

Me: What the heck man, I don't even know you! Who the heck are you!

Dude: Give the mobile to me, or I will $#@* you up.

Me: Screw you man! Get away from me and (raising my volume) why do you want me mobile phone?

Dude: Give it to me!

Me: HELL NO! I won't give it to you! What will you do, huh!

*A motercycle stops near the Dude, he gives me that angry look and flees!*

Yes, exactly! Some retard tried to rob me! BUT for the first time in my life, I actually fought back! I am already so pissed off, that you can't just order me in to doing things. So beware, before you try to threaten (or rob) me. I will bite you back so badly that you will regret for the rest of your life.

WHY?

2004-12-16T10:22:00.000+05:00

I have no worries, no regrets, no problems. In fact, I am satisfied with my job and my everyday life. Got a job that pays decent and got a family that loves me more than I could handle. I am actually doing better than most guys of my age (AlhamduLilah). But there is one thing that is driving me nuts. The mind, body and soul are restless. And as time is flying, its getting worse. I have no clue about the cause. I feel like I have (or I am) trapped inside something and I am suffocating. The more I try to forget and overcome it, the worse it gets. WHY?

2004-12-13T19:33:00.000+05:00

Both logic and emotions agree on the following things:

1.) Life is becoming a painfully hard test
2.) The pain is unbearable
3.) But, then "Mayoosi is kufr" (someone translate this for me), so I must work harder to make it.

Prayers would be helpful.

2004-12-09T01:06:00.000+05:00

One day, a man falls off of his horse and breaks his leg. And the man’s neighbors go, “How terrible that you should have broken your leg! Now you won’t be able to ride your horse or even walk.” And the man only says, “Allah knows best.”
The next day, a conscription officer comes around the village and takes all able-bodied men off to war, leaving the man with the broken leg behind. And the man’s neighbor’s go, “How wonderful that you should have broken your leg! Other men will go off to die, but you will be safe at home with your family.” And the man only says, “Allah knows best.”
It is later learnt that many of the men who went to war are returning victorious and rich with the spoils. And the man’s neighbors go, “How terrible that you should have broken your leg! The soldiers are returning rich and happy, and you have had to sit here convalescing while they earn money and honor.” And the man only says, “Allah knows best.”
As it goes, the man’s army loses the war, and soon the enemy soldiers come to take revenge on those men who fought them and killed their comrades. Many houses in the village are burned and many men taken away, but the man with the broken leg is spared. And his neighbors go, “You are the only able-bodied man left alive in this town, how wonderful that you should have broken your leg!” And the man only says, “Allah knows best.”
And the story goes on and on. The moral is that man hasn’t a clue as to what’s good or bad for him. Allah causes things to happen in our lives, and we become happy or sad depending on whether we think those things are good or bad for us. The truth is, that the only good or bad that can come out of something depends on how we react to it. A man can use the riches that Allah has given him (a good thing?) to purchase haram, to buy power and to oppress the people around him. Or, a man can take his poverty (a bad thing?) to build up his patience, his Iman, and maintain a humble generousness to those even less fortunate than he is.
It is not for us to pronounce the will of Allah as either good or bad, and like the man with the broken leg, I, with a rejection on my proposal have nothing to say except that Allah knows best.

(Thanks to Abez; for I borrowed this post from her blog)

Open Fire Gordon!

2004-10-16T22:18:00.000+05:00

I am mad at all those *not so many* people who read my blog. How can you even miss the link of my fotolog? I am surprised and shocked that no one except for bez has noticed my flog so far .
I feel ignored. That being said, moving on to next topic.

First day of Ramadan! Beautiful! This was my first ramadan in Pakistan after five years. I was in the U.S. for the past four years and my 2000 ramadan was in Saudia Arabia. So, its been a while. Feels good to be in Pakistan for ramadan. Next topic.

Today my three brothers and my mother left for Umrah. As much as I wanted to go, I must gather the finances first to be able to pay for my journey. It was my brothers' turn anyways this year.

Open Fire Gordon! Withouth any clue, I just want it to be the title of this blog entry. Sometimes things aren't that straightforward as they might seem!

Stupid Blogger

2004-10-15T01:36:00.000+05:00

As much as I love blogger, I just found something disgusting about blogger. When you want to post a comment, it asks you to login. Now, not everyone has a blogger account or not anyone wants to login and then post a comment. So I have decided to go back to my good ol' haloscan. I am using the same account from Wakeup Pakistan. It might act funky, but let me know. And I know, not alot of people read my blog.

Some people ask me, why I don't update my blog regularly. See my problem is, I am like Gauss (the mathematician). He used to believe in "Pauca, sed matura" - Few, but ripe. So I like to post something that is almost perfect. May be if I take more time, I will try to post only if it is almost perfect. Both for Wakeup Pakistan and this blog. I don't want any doubts left in anyone's mind when I post something on my blog.

Did someone say ENGAGED?

2004-10-12T02:14:00.000+05:00

yea! My brother got engaged today. Everyone do bhangra (or rock n roll or break dance or kathak or any other form of dance you know).

What is Love? (by Me, not Haddaway)

2004-10-05T17:01:00.000+05:00

I always believed that love was nothing more than a mirage, an illusion, a trick your mind played on you. It was simple. You wanted something badly because you knew the advantages of having that thing and your mind portrayed it as love. Real love does exist but it is not present in today's world. But what is real love? AWK gave the best answer for this question:
Real love is unconditional, it means letting go, sacrifice and not putting up a show of it. True love, even if spurned, not returned, does not cause pain, it is just a gentle understanding of the other's needs. (-- AWK).
I know now that real love does exist. Since, its a new experience for me I wasn't sure about some of the things and I asked you.

Thanks for the input guys. Although this post is still incomplete (because my mind has stopped working now for some reason), I am still going to publish it.

Testing-Testing-1-2-3

2004-10-01T20:51:00.000+05:00

(Ok, may be this doesn't qualify as a real post. But I believe this post would be a nice little experinment.)

The questions are: (1) What is your blogger site name? (2) Why did you choose such a name? (3) Tell us a short story that tells us the reason for chosing the name you post with (e.g. Fragile Girl, Abezavecrat, chai, hashez, hemmie, unknown, etc.). You can make up a story if you don't have one or if you don't want to tell us.

I will help you guys here. I will answer all the above questions.

(1) I have two blogger sites. I have WakeupPakistan and My personal blog.

(2) I chose WakeupPakistan because I tend to write articles about Pakistan, International Politics, Religion, and anything that I feel is unjust in/against Pakistan.
I write personal stuff that I feel I should share with blogistan on SomeDesi. Although in its infancy, I hope to be a bit more regular with posting once my internet is fixed.

(3) I chose Some Desi as the author-name of WakeupPakistan because I am not very creative. I just had to chose something and I chose Some Desi. I would have had no issues as posting myself but I just don't want to repeat the mistakes of the past *hint hint*.

Good Luck blogistanis! Looking forward to your replies! :)

PS: I have received some great emails from people who just want to stay undercover ;) . Thanks for the input guys/gals!

Do me a favor?

2004-09-22T22:07:00.000+05:00

Dear Readers,
In 9th grade, I read in my Biology class that there are enzymes in our body that act as catalysts. Today I ask you to act as an enzyme. Do me a favor. Help me. Although your answers/comments/questions won't effect the process itself, but they will surely speed them up. These questions are linked as they are connected and generally part(b) are contridicting part(a). Please be sure to help me by posting your answer in the comment box. Thanks.

Notes: Please read the entire post before answering any of the questions.

Ques. 1a) Love is realizing that who you’re arguing with may be more important than what you’re arguing about, and sometimes that means letting go.

Ques. 1b) Does it matter if you are arguing about love itself? If you let go, then you also lose your love! comment.

Ques. 2a) It can be frustrating and sometimes the sacrifice can go unnoticed, but you know what? It’s not important that people love you so much as it’s important that you love them.

Ques. 2b) Does it matter if they do/don't know that you love them back?

Ques. 3a) When you love someone, set them free. If they come back to you, they are your. If they don't, they were never meant to be yours.

Ques. 3b) Does it matter if you do set them free but they don't know that you love them? Is there a need to tell them that you love 'em before you set 'em free?

Thanks Alot For Acting as an Enzyme for me!

Some Desi

(P.S.: These are just thoughts revolving in my head after someone I respect the most, gave me an insight on love. Your answers will just speed up the process of understanding love itself. Although love has a wide meaning, I am hoping you are keeping that in mind before answering.)

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