Multinomial Logistic Depression

(Me and Norhim, on the exam day)

Come il drop you to gsm on my Ferrari...

Where are you going?

Gsm...

Wow, the way you put things...

I know Im awesome...and I have a car that’s better than your boyfriend's.

My boyfriend? who?

There, that Irani...

How is he my boyfriend?

He qualifies....

He is an Irani....How does he qualify?

So many questions u ask gal ! 

Whatever.....

Why don’t you people take care of your cars? dents all over...your gals? other belongings? your chappal is about to break....Is that some sort of national behavior???

Gals ain’t belongings...

They are, most precious ones...your plants?

Hmm plants I dunno....

Everything else too...a beggar on street is a direct slap to the mayor's face, n you have enough to make him bleed to death...

Our Govt.  doesn’t work that way....our govt.  counters insider conflicts, party reconciliation, negative propaganda, armed coups, treacheries....till the end of term or tenure whichever is lesser, other issues remaining the same. ceteris paribus.

You dont make governments for social restructuring, eradication of unemployment, poverty alleviation, infrastructural and strategic reforms?

Nope.

We select legislative assembly so we could criticize it and hinder implementation of every move they take. Make money out of it, create issues that we can munch upon on national broadcasts, sell newspapers, have tea, discuss, great fun it is....

Funny it is...

Where is your car?

Right here...

That aint no Ferrari man.....

Well, its red....

Ek kudi jida naam muhabbat...gum hai gum hai gum hai

Ages since I am in search of love, ages since I havent found it....a part of me announces its defeat but  a part of me keeps looking for it still. In search of it I have been thorough the junctions of lust, flirt, infatuation, habit even marriage, but it still kept a far away thought, a dream never seen, a symphony never heard. I am well versed with the journey now. I know all the junctions. I know the routines. I know how flirt starts, know about infatuation, how it all gives way to lust, then fades away and burries its head in despair with time. I can predict the future of every person who vows for the journey through all these junctions, I just never reached the last junction. I know when and how it all will happen. I can share their destinies with destiny, yet im clueless about love. My journey has taken centuries to  question....what if there is no last junction?  What if lust, flirt, n all just generate the mirage of love.....what if the only thing there is journey itself?.....who will give my centuries back to me? who will cure my bare feet?

Love u woman

A haircut would freshen up my looks, what do u think? I love it when your hair go curl softly at your shoulders.. at times I dnt want u to dress up, so I could see thm drying in whirls on your bare shoulders blades..hmm...pagal buddha....guess I should go for streaks or something, add some color here n there...and these eyebrows....you dnt need anything there, I love the natural arched shape...they give me a sharp look...then I love ur sharp look, dont dare touch them... gals envy brows like you....and when did u meet those gals who envy brows like me?...nvm...Tell u what, saw that weight reduction clinic at mines...you know they charge? nothing for the first treatment, and 4 inches off from wherever you want it...hell, I adore your proportions, u could work in the ad of silicon implants....not from there obviously, I meant all that flab...lemme bite at it....lol...go awayyy....no , really, one bite...wont stop there u know....what if then I wanna do u? u always wanna do me:P oh yeahhh...

But u look awesome like that...homely, comfortable, soft, sweet...Im 4 kgs overweight....I dont want a ramp model I cant snuggle with on a sofa...why you dont want me to look better? because u look amazing...u dont need to hide that smile of yours its my life, nothing in the world could look better on your eyes than the gleam you wear, at times naughty, planning some mischief, sometimes comfortingly compassionate, like sunshine, brightening every thing in life . I so wanna kiss u right now :P Aaa paas tujhay bataon.... per such mein, no foundation can do to your skin what a little peck on your cheeks do...

You know this tan you wear, just shows how much you care for the ones that you go out for in blazing scorching sun...your hair tied up reminds me you woke up early and since then got no time to brush your hair. Your hands with little knife bruises are better than any manicured ones in the world, that absorb all my fatigue with just one caressing touch. I dont need to see you in a flowing evening gown to feel romantic... I just go crazzzy when u smile at me with a wink….feel like pinning u to the wall n smooochhhh...lolz shut up..u don’t exist.

Yep, he doesnt exist but why not? Why cant women be loved like that? Why do we have to excel or think about excelling all the time? Better looks, better figures, better care, more work, why on earth do we feel it will render us security? will guarantee love from the ones we love unconditionally? You want to look better…look better for yourself, not for anyone else….coz its YOU who gave birth to love and everything else :)))

Facebook the dispatch rider of affcetion and care...

Facebook triggers lots of debate on its utility. For me however its an exceptional thing that gives all my friends and family the power to wake me up from deep slumber, poke me, kick me, nudge me, while I remain my always bobby don’t care much self, though inside somewhere I am glad I got to know they were still alive n kicking it.

Another thing that inspires me about online connections is the conflict in social statures of people and their vocal personalities. The vocal personality of a person is a term I designed to refer to what a person projects online. I believe it to be a better predictor of people’s real personality than the real life silhouette, because it lacks the all time obligatory social conformation as a result of a dialogue. Facebook is like addressing the mass audience, project yourself just the way you would like to project yourself. Some of you will call it deception. I call it real self. Everyone would project themselves to be what they would have wanted themselves to be, which tells a lot about them. More real therefore are the virtual lives of people, because there we can always be what we wanted to be. The most sincere expression of ourselves, our desires, our aspirations. Il write about the clash sometime. But for now I just want to tell you how facebook delivers love for me…..have a look at some of the messages I got in just one day……Itna variety to Umro ayyar ki zambeel mein bhi nhi milay gi....her maal bhara para hai.....

Monica   : U still at the asylum?

Shehzadi : Guddi tu single hai to bol, mera suser free hai aaj kal....

Manna : Stop liking your own posts :P

Fahad  : Laal chuneriya wali koi meray gher bhi lao....mein kunwara kab tak baithun band mera bajwao...meri shadi kerwao..... meri shadi kerwao.......

Reza : Israel is 64 now thanks to western life support and I hate the research methods teacher.

Amay  : Please support my Amma wapis kro movement.This wicked roguish girl Maria who happens to be my sister, has abducted my mom to islamabad and has made her forget her lil one whoz miles away. Call Maria NOWWWWW, ask her to send mom back :( I MISS MOM send her back...or its a war..!!! :@ :P

Maria  : Mom is saying the brick u have in name of mobile phone usay apnay sir me mar lay :)

Ibi : I asked you not to join my Fb...hell , whats the fun in stalking your own family?

Saim  : Phone ki bell kharab hai ya aapka dimagh?

Sarah : Agar... aaj rat... 8 bjay tak....mujhay call na kiya...... to talak talak talak.

Asim : Zinda ho....?

Ali :Tell pa if I want a black bathroom , I want a black bathroom, not a faun one with a hint of black in every 3rd tile....just BLACK

Maria : Moms worried about you, said u looked pale...so next time u see her on skype have mercy on us all ...APPLY SOME MAKEUP FOR GODSAKES!!!

Well, some of these cant really be called affectioate, but still coming from the sample of the dayyyy..... the good thing is that no matter how heavy, how light hearted, how crazy is the message....its delivered by the courier in 3 secs:)

P.S Stop poking me u all.....

Aakhri padao

(Un musafiron kay nam jinhain raastay nigal gye)

Choti thi to kahani kay liye zid kerti thi
maa  kehti thi dopahar ko kahani sunayein to musafir rasta bhool jatay hain
mein kab se chalti ja rahi hun
musafat hai keh berhti ja rahi hai
katati ja rahi hai zindagi
magar rasta hai keh utna hi para hai
na aasra koi na aashna koi
na humsafar na rehnuma
kuch aisay log bhi hain jin ki kismet mein na manzil hai na umeed e manzil
jisay manzil samajhtay hain wo padao hi nikalta hai
chor kay jana perta hai
mein her aik padao pe kuch aansu bahati hun
apnay jism ka aik hissa peechay chor ati hun
kisi anay walay ko shayed kabhi mera nishan milay
mein katatay katatay puray qad se bona ho gyi hun
kohniyon aur ghutnon kay bal ghasitati zindagi
aglay padao tak kabhi na pohanch paye gi
ab faqat ik iltija hai
wo jo kahin kahani suna raha hai
usay kaho keh ab mein zid nhi kerti
bas kuch der ko khamosh ho jaye
mein behad thak chuki hun
mujhay ab bas yehein aram kerney dey.......

Mein nhi manti :P

Mein nhi manti.....
rasm ko rivaj ko
apnay banaye huay samaj ko
hath ki lakeeron ko
miteti badalti tasweeron ko
aankh kay nazaron ko
taqdeer kay sitaron ko
nahi manti mein
keh meri aankhon mein ab aansu hi rehna chahiyen
keh meray chehray pe soch ki lakerain hi meri izzat ka saman  hain
keh meri mang mein ab sitaray nhi chamkain gay
keh mein khilkhila kay hans paron to ye kainat chaunk jaye gi
hairat se apni ungli danton mein daba lay gi
aur agar aisa hai........
to mujhay isay neend se jaganay do
mujhay muskuranay do
mujhay apnay chehray pe soch ki lakeer nhi
aankh kay neechay gal pe til acha lagta hai
muskuratay lab danton me daba kr bat kerti hun
to duniya sochnay lagti hai
ye do bachon ki maa hai aur aankhon mein sharart kot kay bhari
sarak pe stroller kay sath bachon se race lagati
hansti
khilkhilati
chehray pe lagi ice cream chatati to kabhi zor se gungunati
ye kaisi do bachon ki maa hai?
isay ranjeeda bepanah hona chahiye
iski hasti fana hona chahiye

to sun lo duniya kay thekedaro
mein nhi manti keh meri zindagi wo aik saya tha jo juda ho gya
mein nhi manti keh us kay sath mera wajud fana ho gya
meri aankhon mein jab tak roshni hai
mein tum ko jhutlati rahungi
mein muskurati rahun gi......................:)))

Domain name Love is not available !

I havent told you, but have moved your pictures from My Own folder to Pictures only....have blocked you from skype.....and have deleted your number from my phone contact list.

Today I have not tried enlarging your pic to see my reflection in your eyes,......Today I have not updated my FB status as a song dedicated to you, the first day I wont be up at 4.00 a.m to talk to you, today I told you we all were humans and I forgive you for being with her. Today I am not going to say I love you before I go to sleep....

Il talk to you meri jaan, Il laugh with you, Il kiss you, Il hug u, Il bug u ,  even  will joke to you about her, but I will never say that three word sentence again that starts from an I and ends at a You....Today is the first day that I have started using this smiley :)......and the first day I have started lying to you............