March 2010
5 posts
Watching Mona Deliver A Child, Piya Kiss Rancho...
Watching 3 Idiots with your parents makes for some VERY awkward moments. Baba :/’d at the aal-izz-well-baby-kicking scene. Mama :O’d at the child-birth scene while Omer O_o’d at the kiss scene… while I :’(‘d during all those awkward and tense moments.
Lesson learned: don’t watch an indian flick with your parents… unless your intentions are to...
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid....
February 2010
8 posts
1 tag
Of Child-Birth And Pre-Adolescents →
My latest post on artsyHANDS. People are really liking it so far. Here’s an excerpt:
Yesterday, a friend of Omer’s came over to our place. Omer’s my little brother by the way. And let’s just call his friend: Bilal. The two did their usual stuff. Bilal stayed over for the night… doing what they call a ‘sleep over’.
The two decided to watch 3 Idiots, the movie that is currently...
Pakistan’s New Media Dictionary →
Nadeem F. Paracha \m/
Indillectual.: To Realize The Value of Time →
To realize the value of one year: Ask a student who has failed a grade.
To realize the value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize the value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize the value of one day: Ask a person who was born…
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Avatar Review in 200 Words or Less
Avatar was a pretty amazing movie. If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be ‘epic’ (I saw that written on its poster outside the cinema ). It had a gripping story. But more gripping than the story itself were the uber-cool graphics!
The Land of Pandora pulls you in with its fascinating landscape, charming creatures, self-illuminated foliage (deserves a separate mention) and...
January 2010
13 posts
Commented on "Mashable - The Social Media Guide"
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by waisybabu
on Mashable - The Social Media Guide using DISQUS.
BREAKING: A 17 year old was chased by a pack of ducks and swans at the Burraq Park today. The chase lasted for 10 seconds. Sources say that the 17 year was “shit-scared” and ran like a “total girl”.
78%
My marks in the recent send-ups:
Urdu: 67/100 (79 highest) Eng: 69/100 (highest as it is) Physics: 74/85 (80 highest) Chemistry 78/85 (80 highest) Islamiat: 44/50 (47 highest) Math: 75/100 (93 highest)
I need to work on Math and Urdu. They bring me down down!
ufff..parhakooo bacha…chem mai cha gia haiii.. - Zuhair Sidduqui
Death be depressing.
Mehhhh, it’s too ummm not worth keeping this updated. This tumblelog is out… for now.
But yes, if waisybabu.com ever happens, it’ll be using Tumblr.
See ya on Twitter!
Math paper went better than expected. But it was FAR from perfect. I know I’ll pass with ease Inshallah, but I am ashamed of myself. What has happened to me?
I maintain total control over other subjects like Chemistry and Physics, now it is only Math that needs my attention. Which I will give to it after send-ups.
Good day.
Time to prepare for my Chemistry send-up. This is going to be...
I hope I get respectable marks in my Math exam. My tiyari so far is barely acceptable. PRAY!
Meri Biwi Kabr Mein Leti Hui Hai Jis Hungaam Say;
Mein Bhee Hoon Araam Say, Wo Bhee Hai Araam Say
That’s what Sir Atique said! :P
“A sleeping man is a happy man.”
– Dada.
B for Blog
Now, because of the fact that I can’t go about just posting every little experience I have on my other website artsyHANDS, I’ll be using (and testing) tumblr here to see how tumbling (that’s what blogging is known as around these parts) works out for me.
No daily updates, I can’t promise you that. That’d be lousy anyway.
Happy. New. Year.
October 2009
1 post
“Na Tha Kuch to Khuda Tha,
Kuch na hota to Khuda hota,
Duboya mujh ko honay ne,...”
– Ghalib