Devastated!

It hurts you so much when a person who is so much important to you and not only that, expects so much from you and then you know that you are the one who is responsible for hurting and making that person cry. That was the case with me yesterday, call it fortunate or unfortunate that I cannot detail anything here. But this I know from the bottom of my heart that those few seconds when I picked up the call and listened were among the worst of my life! :[

Village tour

That problem was again solved by Uncle Amman who offered for his car once again. So the plan was made and we were going :]

In the morning we got to know that tamur still had to go to school so we always started late. Papa went with phupo who in the morning offered her car to us which we cleverly accepted. We reached our village as late as 1230pm in the day and right away started playing Cricket. Playing right between everyone and the cooks was something that was not new to us. The lunch was so tasty and after such a long time we had something good to eat in the village. Here still many guests came to meet papa and mama.
After the lunch all we eight cousins went to the school ground of the village and played two matches which was such a worthwhile experience and after such a long time we played these team matches. More than enjoying the play, we enjoyed the fun amongst each other.
We came back in a hurry as it was getting dark. Saying good bye to everyone we came back home skipping two invitations for a lunch and dinner and eating french fries with my four angels. Without any doubt these five days were among the best of my life!

cousins..

WEDNESDAY/THURSDAY/FRIDAY 15-16-17th DECEMBER 2010.

Later in the evening our cousins from Lahore had also come and the house was a complete family today. All the remaining members from the family had also come and we really enjoyed alot. Imagine 38 people in one house at a time! We talked and talked alot till midnight and then slept so late as well.
The next day we all cousins played cricket in the morning and it was also a refresh of memories. We played for like 3 hours non stop but then had to finish as guests were coming one after the other. Papa and Mama were invited for lunch today at Phupo Affi's house so we all went there. A couple of new guests were waiting for us namely Mamu Khalid and Idrees bhai with whom we had never met but had heard of them alot.
After the lunch, Me, Ali bhai, Hamza, Tamur, Talha went out to drop and pick our cousin and in the mean time enjoyed alot. Firstly we looked for a deck for Ali bhai's car, then we had Ice cream. yes Ice cream in december ;]. Then after picking our cousin we had Golgappas :P . We three brothers came back home and I slept for an hour or so and when I woke up we had our cousins along with idrees bhai and we woke up till late night, chatted and laughed alot while eating pop corns after mid night.
The next morning we again played Cricket and it was an even tougher battle this time with more cousins joining in. Today mama and papa had a lunch form our other phupos and believe you me it was as tasty as you can get. All of our cousins left in the evening for village persuading us to come as well, the only problem standing was that our car was still out of order.

Lasalle Memories!

WEDNESDAY 15th DECEMBER 2010.

There was a lot of rush of people to take their luggage from the PIA office and we had to wait for two hours to get papa's. It was more than our expectations as we just had one car and a friend of papa had asked him to take his luggage along home. Somehow we managed to fit in the car and came back home safely.
The breakfast was mammoth! I really enjoyed eating everything (As always ;] ).
Shahrukh did not go to school and Tamur had to fill the form and take a short leave so Along with Hamza, we four went to Lasalle so that Tamur could fill the form and we in the mean time submitted Shahrukh's application to his school. Tamur still had some time left so we started wandering in the school and met almost all of my school life's teachers who have taught me so much over these years the only disappointment was Sir Ghulam Sarwar who totally refused to recognize me eventhough I was his favorite student during the two years of class teaching. W took two of my four angels with us and came back home. The lunch was even festive and enjoyed it alot with my cousins once again.

Papa and Mama return =]

TUESDAY/WEDNESDAY 14-15th DECEMBER 2010.

We reached home safely thanks Almighty after waiting at the terminal for almost an hour and a half as it was still early morning and there was time remaining for the sun to rise. It was cold but not like Islamabad so the ride on the Rickshaw was uncomfortable. Just as we reached home Manal and Tamur were about to leave for the school.
I was not feeling any hunger but the tasty Omelet was irresistible so after the breakfast I slept for two hours, later on I talked with mama and She told that they were about to leave for the Airport in Jeddah. We had come to Multan for the sole purpose of receiving mama and papa but unfortunately our car was out of order and there was no time to get whatever problem it was having fixed. We asked our cousins for the car but they simply refused making excuses and saying that they are going to receive our parents and any two of us can also come.
We were really annoyed with this and tried to get a car from somewhere. Although we had arranged for the car with our other cousins but we all wanted to go receive mama and papa all alone. Thanks to our neighbors who not only gave us there car but also offered us a driver to take with them but we refused as It would have been too early to wake anyone up so early in the morning.
I didn't sleep all night waiting for two calls. 1) from another city and 2) from another country. both did not come. We reached the PIA office at around 5:30 in the morning and mama papa arrived at 6am. We were so emotional and happy to see them back. both were looking so week and tired. Mama was taken home by uncle Aman and Hamza, Me, Shahrukh stayed with papa to pick up the luggage. There were loads of people from the family to receive mama and papa and more were to come in the next days. There were a total of 95 people.
One thing was for sure that we had missed mama and papa so so much in these 40 days. I was feeling so happy and relax now as being an elder I had this added responsibility of managing everything behind them. I felt like every tension has been swept away from my mind!

Scare and Near Escape!

MONDAY, 13th DECEMBER 2010

This time reaching home was not at all an easy task. The month of Muharram had started and people were rushing to their homes. I had to leave for Multan on Friday but unfortunately my presentation was delayed till Monday so I had to wait extra couple of days. We had booked the seats for Multan on Saturday so we (Me and Hamza) were relax on that part. Seeing that both of us were going back home My other two flat mates also decided to go home today.

We reached the bus terminal at 9pm and as usual went to the advance ticketing both to purchase the ticket when I heard this shocking news that there was no record of the seats that we had booked. I tried again by asking them to check my phone number in the record but that was also not to be found. Thankfully the in charge of the terminal gave us two advance tickets for 9:30pm and we were able to leave for Multan without further scares as I already was having a really bad day after the presentation.

It was different experience this time around, going home to receive mama and papa who were returning from Hajj, this prospect was exciting although we were going home for just 4-5 days and I had my final presentation to prepare. 

Back and Broken!

So I'm back in Hell after enjoying good few days at home and as always It is really refreshing. But this time around things will be tough for me as I have a bundle of presentations to go through and most importantly the Final Presentation. I'm so down right now and I also have no source of inspiration to buck me up. I hope that spark of lightening is around the corner for me.

My final exams are also approaching but I know I won't be able to study until atleast my final presentation that is due on the 24th, everything will be so happy and bright after the day of 24th passes by! :]

O never let go!!

My love i want to tell you,

how much u mean to me.

you're like a chocolate,

wrapped in a candy,

that tells how you're sweet.

Caring as YOU are, I feel im cared,

No worries and No sorrows.

I feel like im flying,

for your wings, i did borrow.

You showed me life form an angle,

that sure is not in three-sixty.

Because a thousand happinesses,

did multiply by fifty.

The way you talk and smile

through the day,

Brings gudguddi even at night.

people start wondering.

what made me go so bright?

Happy u so make my life,

Dont ever go away,

i want to hold on to you,

through thick n thin of life.

IF EVER I LOSE YOU .......

The chocolate will go bitter,

the feelings will go bad.

the wings will tear apart,

the angels out of dee.

the Happiness will go quarter,

the nights into nightmare.

the brightnes will turn dusky,

my heart will start sereaming

the life i so call it,

will go out of meaning.

My love i want to tell you,

how much u mean to me.

you're like a chocolate,

wrapped in a candy,

that tells how you're sweet.

Good times again

After loads of tension and tough time its again time to go back home and I am so happy about it!
i just had the best as well as the worst presentation possible but I don't have much time to write about anything as the bus leaves in just two three hours and I have to go to the terminal in an hour or so!!
Mama and Papa are coming back from hajj and hopefully inshaAllah will reach Multan early morning on the 15th :)

Mountain from a Mole ..A dedication to my Father =)

[ We are A Happy Family of six people thanks Almighty. Dr. Ashraf Awan (my father), Dr. Masroor Fatima (my mother), Me, Hamza, Manal and Taimur! ]


Henry James once defined life as that predicament which precedes death, and certainly nobody owes you a debt of honor or gratitude for getting him into that predicament. But a child does owe his father a debt, if Dad, having gotten him into this peck of trouble, takes off his coat and buckles down to the job of showing his son how best to crash through it.
Uptill now I was not even aware of the things My father has taught me or of how much he has Influenced me. I really have learnt a lot from him in every possible way. My Father's name is Dr. M. Ashraf Awan and he is a doctor by profession.
Life was always a struggle for him, living in a backward area, Noshera (Not the one near Peshawar) in the Khushab District where there were no such things as public schools and to get education was close to impossible. My father is one of six children in his family; Although my grandparents could afford to provide full education for all of their children most of the people were against school education in that region so my grand father who used to drive trucks city to city supplying goods from one place to the other shifted to southern punjab region so that they could provide education to their children and that's where my father began his studies in a proper manner. He tells us that It was the sixth grade in which he got admission and the very first day he was asked to read out an application to the principal for a leave and all my father could do was to read ABC to Z.. As that was all he had studied uptill now. It was from that point onwards that he became a doctor by working really hard.

Where are You!!

I heard a guffaw from behind a tree,
Maybe it was you,but I din't see.

Your sweet fragnance passed by me,
Maybe it was you,but I din't see.


I wanted to know who it was,
Maybe it was you,the one i had lost.


You used to be with me every minute,every second,
But now you sparkle in the sky as a star,like a diamond.


The guffaw ,the fragnance,makes me remember,
Of all the days we had spent together.


You used to hold my hand,but now you recede,
Why does it happens only with me?


Your leaving this world has put me in affliction,
Now I need only you to give me affection.


Come back and console me,come back and mollify me,
Now only you are left to satisfy me.


Without you I pass my every day sorrowfully,
And I still can't believe that you left me so happily.


You are the only one who purvey me love,
You are the only one who can be compared to a dove.


Were you so keen to leave this world,
That you left me alone without saying a word?


I used to be jovial on with you,
But now I feel sorrow when I think of you.


Without you my life is so insecure,
You are the only one who can have the affliction inside me cured.


Now I can never see you in reality,but only in dreams,
And when I think of you,my eyes get flooded with tearful streams.


Whenever I was with you, you gave me pleasure,
Your love for me was so much,that it can't be measured.

My favorite Teacher (Sir Khurram Javed)

He is perhaps the second best teacher I've ever come across. As they say that first impression is the last impression and that was the case here and the first impression was too good for that sake. It was my first day at the university and the very first lecture, the very first subject was of C++ language and our very first teacher was Sir Khurram Javed. 
He was so adamant on the rules he has set and he never let them loose at all. No one can enter the class after first 10 minutes, break of exact 10 minutes, everything on time and more importantly his rules were the same for everyone. He also had a sober and attracting personality and he always set a good example for all of us and I can bet that there is no one who can object at his way of teaching at all. He always knew from the very start who the weak students were and really worked hard with them.
On a personal note he really helped me alot in this difficult subject and it was so motivating when he told men that I was his most disciplined student =) . Although he left the university the very next semester presumably due to the internal politics he still remains my favorite teacher in the University life.

My favorite Teacher (Sir Farooq)

Sir Farooq is my all time favorite teacher, well not only my, perhaps of the whole class who was under his supervision in the 8th grade. He was previously a student of Lasalle High school and was the chief prefect as well, an honour that only the best ones achieved.
Although in the start we had two class teachers but Brother Youhan was to leave in a couple of weeks and indeed he did. It was only after him that Sir Farooq became our class teacher.
He was so easy going and really a fun to be with. We as a class and on the personal level could share everything with him. Whenever we had any problems relating to any subject he was always there to help us out and I still remember that we were not satisfied with the way of teaching and also the behavior of most of the teachers and he himself took responsibility of at least three subjects at one time. If we didn't complete our homework he never scolded us or (like others) slapped. We never had a Cricket match up till now and he arranged for it as well.
But, they say that good times never last long, and same was the case here. Well in a way it was good. He got selected for the army and left the school. It was April, I still remember. He didn't come to school for a week if my memory helps me and one day he did came. It was our Islamiat period and Teacher Bushra was teaching us when he entered the class and told us the news that he is leaving the school as he was selected for the army, which was his life long goal. I also remember that the moment he was about to leave the class, whole of the class began crying (almost) and some of the boys requested, in fact pleaded him to stop but that was never going to be the case. He gave us his contact and email id but we were never to feel his physical presence again.
I really learnt alot from him and he was the most easy going and helpful teacher I ever came across and It was only because of his guidance, help and support that I was able to make myself an average, if not good student. Hope that other of my class fellows also have the same memories of him just like I do.

Five ways to earn money/get traffic while blogging

There were many articles relating to this topic on the internet and most of them had really strange ideas for the people who have just started to blog or want to earn money while blogging. Telling you the ruth I don't earn anything while blogging and there aren't any people visiting my blog daily or in huge numbers. Here are the five easiest and simplest of ways, no need to get into more complicated stuff.

1) Don't think about earning money, just think about what your heart says and write about it.

2) Don't try to over write anything. Just write as much as required and don't try to lengthen it.

3) If you write about that are are not relating to you then mostly write about the current topics that you think people will be interested to view and read about.

4) Although, mostly people have their own personal blog which is a good idea ofcourse, but why not have a blog with multiple people writing for it? A few mutual friends doing so wont be a bad idea.

5) Tell people about your blog in your school, university or where ever you are and convince them to visit. paste the link on the notice board, text friends and remind them to visit every now and then.