Saturday, August 20, 2011

Animal Farm.

Im not a News Analyst so I dont quite get the hidden message behind whatever the shit is going on in the city. I dont even watch or read news anymore. Been months. I dont lift my head up from the monitor. I wake up, work, eat, work, sleep, and work. But here's the problem. I have an older brother who takes a bus to his university. He goes out with his friends often. Even when he's told not to go. I dont like having to worry about other people.
And I really dont know how to go about this post.
Im just writing because theres nothing else I can do about it. And knowing that something you feel deeply about is completely out of your control, is not a very good feeling.

From what I've heard, the throats of the kidnapped individuals are being cut slightly so that they can be filled with chillies, their bones are being broken and then they are chopped or drilled to death, depending on the mood of the kidnapper, before being tightly wrapped in barbed wires so that they can easily be fitted in a bag. Mind you, we're still talking human beings.

From what I've heard, this is similar to what used to happen back in the early 90s. From what Ive heard, MQM used to fill bags with dead bodies. Used to be their "thing" which allowed them control over people. Ive also heard that its all a plan to frame MQM. And I've heard that the main reason for violence is that the PPP wanted control over Kharadar and some other areas of Karachi, which MQM refused. Also heard that PPP men are taking down MQM men and in return, MQM has no choice but to take down PPP men, just as brutally, to show that unho ne churiyaan nahi pehni hain. And then there are the less popular ANP and Baloch rumors, of course.

Heres whats going to happen; people will keep protesting, Rehman Malik will keep giving stupid statements no one gives a shit about, the 'coalition partners' will selflessly become friends again - for the greater good of the people, of course, the target killings will stop (for a while), the government will fail to bring forth the people responsible, life will continue, soon something shittier will come up, and Zardari will remain the douchy head of the state.

I cant stop thinking about the horror and pain felt by the 'targets' during the last few moments of their lives. All this reminds me of a Serbian Film. Only this is not a film. And there is no ketchup for blood.
If a civil war breaks out, is there anything that they wont do to us?

Monday, August 1, 2011

To corn, or not to corn.

You know what I do when I'm up alone working?
I read a couple of stupid blogs and feel smart. But its not helping tonight.
Did I mention mum had a cardiac arrest?
Well she did. And it sucked. Ass.
Did I mention my ever so handsome brother managed to hit his face on the corner of a metal bed at the hospital and got dunno how many stitches and now he cant chew?
Also, I have mind that.
So brother has been hiding his face from mum because then she gets all *tears*sniff*choke* and then everything gets all dramatic n shit. But my maid. My sweet sweet maid who just cant stand seeing my brother or my mother sick because she has this hypothetical never ending bond of love and geen-hood with them. So my maid, not knowing when to stop talking, went up to my sick, coughing mother and told her that I better make him some juice because he cant bite or chew or swallow and doing so would make his stitches hurt and might loosen them which will hurt so much more LIKE IM A FUCKING IDIOT FOR TELLING MY MUM THAT HES GONA BE FINE AND HES A FUCKING IDIOT FOR HIDING HIS FACE FROM HER SIMPLy BECAUSE WE DONT WANT TO SEE HER CHOKE ON HER OWN TEARS!
Pagal bitch.
Kia masla hota hai loago ko? Fazul mai ajatey hain apna opinion deney. Oh and thats not all. When I asked her not to speak about his stiches in front of mum she started crying because "shees soooe senseetiive and caant see anyone in paaaaiinnn".
And then I had to poochie her up and fix her rooh afza to make her feel better because shes so close to them since she has been working here for over a whole fucking WEEK now.
Bus yehi fuckpana karai hoon main chaar din se -.-

I hope I loose some weight during the shits. I was kind of not eating. But then I eated tonight!

And like...whatever the fuck is going on with SERVQUAL? masla hai isko?
Kiu fazul ki pagalana equation banadi Kamasutra et al. ne?
Why coudlnt it just be E-P instead of P-E?
Saray answers negaitve mai jarai hain. Ek to negative uper se decimal.
Life can be so complicated at times.
And Im not even getting paid much for this dissertation. Local company ke liye haina. They pay minimum wage. So not worth it. But I kind of told him that I'll get it done so I have to get it done.
You're not interested?
Okay here's something interesting.
Someone I know talked his sister-in-law to get naked in front of him
Sehri hogai hai. Mai to nai rakh rai bhui roza bhook lag jati hai bar bar. Apko kia masla hai its between me and my God stay out of it acha bus chup.
I dint even sleep properly since Sunday. Nobody cares T___T

Also, Rooh Afza FTW!