Life as it may seem plus a marriage ceremony!

Everyone is different! Everyone has their own way of of seeing life but I'm sure that every life is round offed to this phrase..'Life is not easy, yet you survive' What we can do is to try focus on to the slightest of happiness that we have in our life and try to overcome our griefs... easier said than done though and people say its difficult to find happiness. Is it really?! Can't we just change our usual routines into happiness and excitement? Just like going to school and college, meeting friends, spending time with family, watching TV, even having breakfast, lunch or dinner?! maybe just to satisfy ourselves internally for the time being I guess that's the way to go, or should I say only way to go. I would love to follow these:

• Make peace with your past so that it does not screw up the present. 
• What other people think of you is not your business.
• Time heals almost everything, just give it time.
• The person responsible for your happiness is you yourself.
• Don't compare your life with others as you don't know what their journey is all about.
• Stop thinking too much, sometimes it's good not to know all the answers.

Okay so now to the usual routine. My Eid always starts the day I reach home as that's the only thing that makes me happy these days. I was happy that we won't be going to our village this time and I would be able to relax at home but the first news that I got after reaching was that we are actually going to our village. Going to our village was perhaps a good idea in the end, relaxing under the shade of trees, cool and pure breeze, animals all around you (I liked the donkey best :P) and then not worrying about your cell phone and facebook/twitter or friends or studies. The second day of Eid was fine as I met my four angels. The third day was the best when all the family got together for a dinner and we cousins enjoyed alot :)

Oh here is an interesting story, we did not get any Daweoo seats so had to travel by the normal bus named Sky ways and believe me it was one hell of a torture... the usual drive on any bus is 8 hour if u drive via motor way, but the bus was overloaded ( people were sitting with their own chairs in the middle of the bus :O ) so the driver decided to take the long route...The bus was comforting but the rout was too long..We started our journey at 1300 hours and reached Multan around 0100 hours.. The fun part was when the driver was driving too slow and people were shouting at him and he was counter shouting and saying "Shut up or people will offer morning prayers on the way" :D

No one even looks at them during the Valima :D

Lets talk about the fourth day of the eid on which I attended a marriage ceremony after such a long time and I saw what I feared the most, people were more interested in the Dinner than the bride or groom. as soon as the dinner started the most respectable of persons just jumped towards the food items and forgot everything else :D people filled their plates as much as they could and I stood watching and regretting that I attended this ceremony, at last I got the chance and tried to pour some gravy but the person besides me could not wait and put his hand in the bowl....I couldn't eat anything after that :/

Besides every respectable, worthy and good family people were eating like animals there was this one boy around 6 years old, who was roaming around the food, I was not eating anything so I started noticing him unintentionally, he went to the dinner table with everyone and picked up 4-5 nans thinking no one was watching him, he did the same thing again, he did the same for the third time pouring the chicken gravy  into a shopping bag and ran outside where his poor family was sitting, a mother with two daughters..... how much struggle people have to do just to fight hunger!!!!

Pakistan Cricket team did really well in the test series and won it in the end but the real test will be the one day series and I hope that Pakistan will, by winning this series tell the world that they are back to take on the challenge of anyone in the world. as I write this the series is leveled 1-1 and the next ODI is  to be played on the 18th of november. This Pakistan team can achieve a lot and has the exact potential that is required to be world beaters.

Thanks Allah my sister got what she wanted and that makes me feel so proud! May Allah take care of her, fulfill her dreams and bless her with success in everything! Ameen.

I will have to get myself back to the rehabilitation, last month was a good one for me and I felt better but now after this gap I'm feeling that I will have to start from the scratch! I have got very good marks in two of my subjects but the result of the most important subject is pending and the sings are not good from what's visible!!! 

I have written more than I should have, but don't know why I feel like writing, writing and writing but my hands are not helping me :D I'm writing about Potatoes, A historical city of Turkey, Imran Khan and the next part of the great cricketers but that will take lots time as I'm sure I will get tired doing all this work :D 

P.S I bought the Vampire Diaries Book series and I'm so excited about it *yaaay* :) !

Mad People!

Written by Maham Shahbaz! :)

“How is she today?” he asked from her parents..
“Fine, she didn’t talk to the walls today”..
“Good” he said, going to her room..

He saw her sitting by the window looking out with a thread in her hand, as if deep in thought. Her psychiatrist knocked on the door and entered with a cheery atmosphere and said “well last appointment…makes me sad…what's going on?"
She kept on staring without answer. He was used to such patients but she somehow seemed different…he looked at the thread on her finger and asked “what's that?”
*No answer*.
He asked again.. on that she answered “this finger” .. 
She held out her index finger:

“suppose this finger is me, the segments are the stages of life,child,adult,old age..and this thread…” she  held out the thread and said” suppose it is is life now see..” she started to coil the thread on her finger the lower had less turns but the upper tip had more turns..the turns increased with stage. In the end she looked at me and said “it will turn purple,that shows pain and finally death…due to pain”.


He looked at the finger, thought for a while then held out his index finger and said “that’s me” he started to coil the thread in such a way that he had half of the thread on his finger: “we share the pain, now you have less pain” he smiled at her “life is good or in your case less painful if you have people or who care about you and that can make you happy or less purple” on that they laughed..


she thought then said “we can never die..we just change forms, sand then plant then animal then human again and so on…” she uncoiled the thread and said “see? the finger remains…if I can see two of me without a mirror, if I can go to places without moving, if I can see things , which according to most of you don’t exist , the I can surely not get finished.”

You are Unique just like every cloud on the sky is..

 “I have a soul in me, when I feel it , I feel supreme power and no worry and when I see my reflection I get scared , because that is my body , which is the devil, which can feel pain…”
he smiled impressed and answered “well I'm going to miss all the philosophy, you have recovered well, now I wont be your psychiatrist, official appointments are over, but as I promised you I will come meet you…unofficially” he winked at her and left.

While he was on his way home he thought “how can a mad person know all this?... maybe they aren’t mad…they are just unique…”

My time at Air University (3)

( ...........Good times turn Bad............... )

I got a satisfactory result in technically my first semester and felt very confident now thinking that things have finally turned my way, but I was totally wrong and that was one of the worst mistakes I had ever made. This was the summer semester and my second. I had to take the three main courses so I could get back to the normal course schedule. The semester started and I was very confident. I was assuming it to be as easy as the previous one and forgot that I had to study.

Dr. B.A.Saleemi is a top mathematician of the world and his way of teaching was not very easy to understand. I still remember the day when he made me stand up and asked “What’s the difference between a cow and a chair?! “ I was totally shocked hearing such a strange question and when I could not reply and in the hot and humid weather wiped my forehead, he said “Hmm when you don’t answer, you always wipe your forehead”. This was kind of embarrassing actually. He used to teach high class and all of the class actually was never interested in the lecture including me, and I had to pay the cost later.



Electric Circuit Analysis was the course that was much talked about by the students of my batch. The strictness of Sir Nauman Naseer was very famous and this was going to be my first experience with him. Complete silence in the class, assignments that had to be submitted within two hours after it were given, tough quizzes, no one to be allowed to enter the class if they are even a second late. That by the way was the second and last instant when a teacher made students follow its rules after Sir Khurram Javed in the first semester for my batch.  It sure was tough, My health was going down and I lost my confidence in ECA totally. I did not even try knowing that I will fail! But I must admit I had very good experience with Sir Nauman later in the semesters as he taught us the most courses up till now.

Statics was easy and Sir Liaqat taught well, he always did. Starting from the basics and taking you to the higher level gradually, there was no fear during his lectures and that made things really easy, Oh and you never got bored as well. He knew about everything, talked about everything. All the ingredients collectively I never got less than B+ in his subjects (will talk about the teachers in detail later) I was sure I will pass this subject with a good grade.


Then the worst times started, one day I had this severe pain in my left body and I could barely even talk. I did not want to tell anyone at home about my condition as they were already upset with what had happened in first semester with me. I tried my best to attend the lectures, I tried my best to stay active but that did not happened. I could barely even see the white board sometimes, the teachers were strict, It was summer time and the suffocation during the lectures increased the pain most of the times (I was never able to attend the labs because of the same reason (only Dr Tasneem Shah knew about it) But the misery had to end, I called home and told my parents that I was not able to study or concentrate on anything, they visited me at the weekend and thanks to my room mate, came to know what the actual problem was. We decided to freeze the semester.

This perhaps started the worst period ever! We applied to freeze this current semester the application was considered and accepted by the then head of department Dr Shaiq. We did the basic regulations, I was interviewed and the medical certificate was provided and I went back to Multan. I was admitted, medicated, got a little better and was on a rehab when one day our coordinator called and told that I was dismissed from the university!!! She told that my application was rejected and I have been awarded F grades in all the three subjects because summer is already an optional semester. I had never seen my parents so upset and furious about anything ever! My mother called back and got a really rude response from the coordinator..They decided that I quit Air University.

I never wanted that especially when I chose it from the eight options I had. Air University has a feeling of Lasalle and that's what I loved about it. I convinced them to come with me to Islamabad and solve the problem. We came here at the start of the next semester and got a cold shouldered response from almost everyone. The registrar listened to our complain and thought that we surely had a valid reason as I left the semester only after I was awarded the leave from the university. When we went to the higher authority, instead of listening to me I was told " If you ever think about filing a case against us you will lose it " ... The HOD was very kind with me, he listened to me, said that he will do anything possible for me to solve the issue as it was he who granted the leave. I still remember the time when he called to I don't know who and said " If this boy is not staying in the university, I'm going to resign. Don't I have any authority or does my post mean nothing?! " .. this I will never forget! :)

The registrar helped and assured us that he will recommend a strong case to the VC, he did and my grades were reverted back to "I" grades and I was allowed to join back. These few days took a lot out of me. I decided that I won't let something like this come anyway near me again, I have never feared in life after that and thankfully I was able to perform really well in the next semester and things were back on the track....

Good times in the next part!! :)

Down Down Down!

Grüß Gott Friends!
Why don't I write about me? Hmm well I don't feel like writing anymore.. I feel really down!

First things First: I have studied many many books in my life.. Famous...Written by great writers... Thoughtful ... Thrillers .. Knowledgeable.. Interesting. A few days back I tried the translation of Holy Quran and let me tell you its easily the Best script .. Most Knowledgeable .. Interesting.. Thoughtful book I have EVER read!! That too, written by the Bestest and the greatest writer, the creator of the World! I should curse myself for never ever reading that even though I badly wanted to do so!

(He is) the Lord of the two easts (places of sunrise during early summer and early winter) and the Lord of the two wests (places of sunset during early summer and early winter). He has let loosed the two seas (the salt water and the sweet) meeting together. Between them is a barrier which none of them can transgress. Then which of the Blessings of your Lord will you both (jinns and men) deny?

I miss home and I'm missing it badly. Its been a month now since I last visited which may not seem a lengthy time but the reality is that staying alone makes life difficult. I find it difficult to concentrate on anything.

When I talk about studies, they also are going no where. Past year and a half has been very good for me study-wise. First thought is perhaps I've become over confident and the second and the scariest thought is that I can't study anymore now.

I can't study anymore now?!

This might relate to my health which is going down day by day. I will not go into the details. But obviously thats a naive reason for not studying :D I have my exams coming up and I haven't been able to study, although all the time I'm trying to solve the numerical but nothing is sticking in my mind. One month is my limit...thats when my mind stops working, and I have to go home but the time span is too short and I cannot take any risk.

The new Future tour Program looks fine for Pakistan and If they are able to revive the series against the arch rivals India, it might turn out to be healthy 8-9 years for the future.

I got my first writing payment a couple of weeks ago and I'm happy about it. I also have a couple of more offers to write professionally but don't know why I'm lazy about it. May be I don't want to write keeping money in mind.
Tschüss ... Hope to see you soon! :)

Three Rules for a Happy Life

Three rules for a happy Life!

1) Make others happy ...

2) Stay sincere from the heart ...

3) Never lie ...

A Love Quote

‎"We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives."

Kiss and Tears!

There are certain stages in life when you know what are the things that has brought this current stage, You also knows that how can things get better, You also know that who did and why separate the two people living together yet you can not do anything but just wait and pray and hope, perhaps its true that, Love starts with a kiss but end with tears, but perhaps not.

This Post had to be edited ALOT! :P

Love.

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightfowardingly, without complexeties or pride. So I love you because i know no other way than this..."

My time at Air University (2)

I was dismissed from the University!! My dreams were shattered, and I was broken.

There were about 20-30 students who were dismissed from the University. I was in Multan when I saw my result, and my SGPA was Just 1.01. Having a GPA above one and below 1.75 meant that I was dismissed from the University but would be allowed to rejoin after a year’s gap. I couldn’t tell anyone about what had happened, my parents only knew that I had a bad result and advised me to study harder. I went back to Islamabad and locked myself in my Hostel’s room praying to God that a miracle happen, and so it did. Some how or the other my parents acme to know from the university that I have been dismissed and they, consoling me asked me to come back and prepare for the next year. I was about to leave that night, when in the evening I received a call from my mother telling me that I, along with other students have been allowed to rejoin the current semester. It was to be our first semester again and we would finish our second semester in the next two summer semesters.

This was not the start of good times but perhaps it was first of the many miracles that had to take place during my University life. I would like to thanks Dr. Tasneem Shah, who according to my knowledge was the real force behind this decision. We started the semester in January, late than the others. We were around 25 students who were in the same class but from different departments. The subjects were the same, Calculus was with Dr. Tasneem Shah, Physics was taught by Mam’ Saima Zaman, C++ by Mam’ Uzma, Workshop Technology’s teachers were the same, whereas Communication Skills was taught by Sir Rashid.

This was the only semester where all my concentration in life was on studies, I did not have any other thought in my mind, I did not have any other distractions, all my concentration was on studies.

Dr Tasneem Shah was very kind to us and whenever we had any sort of problem we talked to him, He was in fact our class advisor. He taught us really well and also introduced us to Mat lab software in the very first semester. He taught us calculus and made this subject very easy for us due to his way of teaching. It was the most interesting subject of the semester for me and we never missed a class.

We as a group of three, Sheraz Ahmad Abbasi, Tehseen Baqir Khan, and me were very strong alliance in that class as we worked very hard together, making notes and visiting professors for solutions. I was a very active student in all of the subjects actually. Workshop technology was a mere formality for me as Sir thought I was a really good student, believe me that Sir marked us for the final by just watching our faces and marking our grades. C++ was easy in the first half but gradually failed away.  Our madam was not at all serious to teach us and was mostly busy on the telephone. I had the top marks in the Mid term exams but after the mid term I understood nothing of this subject and fortunately for me, I requested for an I grade just on time. 

Physics was going smoothly as well and Madam Saima Zaman was also very lenient. That was the most relaxing lecture of all as we had the measure of Madam even in the regular semester. As we had also studied from Madam in the previous semester that was the reason we did not have any problem with her, UNTIL Dr. Abdulla Sadiq came along from no where. He took over as our senior professor of physics and madam was sidelined. His way of teaching was way too high class. We did not understand anything of his and Icing on the cake was that he asked us to give a viva worth 20% marks of the final. No one was able to pass that viva and we knew that trouble was near. Each one of us tried very best to get rid of him one way or the other but failed.  I just had 17 internal marks out of 55 and it took another miracle to pass that. I dropped C++ just because I did not want to fail in physics. Madam was very supportive once again and assured us that she will try her best to give us as many marks as possible. I did pass the paper, although atone stage I was sure that I will fail.

‘Communication skills’ was my favorite subject of the semester. It had always been my favorite as this was the subject due to which I am currently in this University. I got an A grade in this subject and that’s why my GAP was above one. Things were not different even this time as I got the same grade in this subject.

I had some memorable moments this semester. Of course rejoining was one of them, and then the result of Midterm exams was another but the better one was the sports week. It was the first time a sports week was held in our university. It was a five day event and I stayed here for only the first two days. Initially it was very boring as we were bound to the university premises by the authority and we re not allowed to leave the university for the full day. But then without any planning we started doing something that lit up the event all together.

There was a Meena Bazaar to be held in the IAA Lawns and on the first day not many stalls were active. We (Tehseen Baqir, RaafayAshraf, Nauman Khalid, Raheel Abbas, Sami Ur Rehman and a few others) went inside an empty stall and started shouting. There was just a single fan placed there and we sat down and initially did loads of stupid things. Later on as the crowd gathered at the place we thought we could enjoy a lot more than what we already were. We made that stall our own by giving it a name of ‘Come and Shout, get your frustration out.’ Many people including the staff and professors came to our stall and shouted, we also had soothers as a gift for anyone who was willing to shout. We also decorated our stall by empty bottles, rubbish and stolen goods from the girl’s stall next to ours. When in the evening the actual stall holders came (They were the famous KFC) they enjoyed with us a lot as well and also took photos of ours. It was perhaps the most enjoyable time I had in my University life.  

One other Incident that was interesting was with our current Mathematics HOD, Dr. Tasneem Shah. Due to my Ill health he had advised me that whenever I find uncomfortable and am not fit to take the class I should just tell him. One say when I was not willing to take the class I went to his office and told him that I have to go to the hospital for checkup so I cannot take the class. He was wise enough so he started inquiring me. He asked which hospital I have to go, I did not know any hospital name and told him that it’s some hospital in Rawalpindi and my fathers’ friend is the doctor. He asked the doctor’s name which I could not tell as well. Then he asked for my father’s phone number which I told him that my father does not have any cell phone. I was getting tenser when he asked my mother s phone number which I had to give. He also took me to HOD but instead of making me the culprit he told him about my health and that I need to go back home so he asked the HOD to call my mother and tell him, which thankfully the HOD never did.

What happened next, will tell you in part III.

For Part 1, click here

New Place, New Beginning?!

Its been a while since I posted something about myself, yeah its been a long time. After coming back from Multan I directly came back to the New Apartment as we had already shifted the luggage and stuff. This place is in the F11 sector and its beautiful. There are many parks in he sector one of which is in front of our apartment and most of my time, the free time passes in that Park.

It was a really busy weekend as Hamza and I had to make affidavit for the new flat which, thanks to Ameer we did after lots of trouble. Both of us had to go on foot to the Court and the shop we went in was a total fraud. They asked for 600 rupees from us without any reason and bad luck was that we just had a total of 480 rupees, and because of this reason we had to come back to the University on foot as well which was really annoying and tiring.

During the weekend we did wonders really and finished up bundle of work on Saturday. We arranged for the cook, we got PTCL connection and DSL the same day, we also bought all the food we needed for our menu, we bought all the crockery, and also shifted the refrigerator and other stuff from our old flat YESSSS! ALL IN A SINGLE DAY! :D

I just started studying this week and I hope so that I continue to do so as the new apartment and its calmness is very tempting not to study. I also have my FYP in June and there are 6 semester projects to deal with until the end of  may!

In short, Life is bitterly sweet for me! :)

Relieved !

It has been a really tough time as I have mentioned many times now, but the point is that this bad phase is not showing any signs of ending at all. Hopefully we will leave the flat by tomorrow and start anew. We almost have shifted all the luggage. But the good thing is that may be and hopefully I'm going home tomorrow if everything goes well. Its has been a long time since I last visited home and as usual visiting home makes me really excited. I had bought a new IPod so that I can listen to music on the long way back home but my bad that It did not work and has a space of 0 bytes. I tried a lot to sort the problem out but the last chance is to claim the warranty of the IPod.

Exams of Taimoor have finished and I'm really planing to hear his interesting comments on most of the things. There will be no Cricket to watch so this time I will read as many novels as possible. More Importantly I wont be having to skip my classes for going home because its Sports week here and there will be no lectures taking place.

The AU time is going good and there has not been that much tension this time because of the nature of the subjects, although I did not do that good in the exams but I'm hopeful that I will get a good result InshaAllah. We also have our final year project coming up and will have to give some time to it. There are also many term projects remaining upon which I have not work at all.

I'll try to keep in touch and post more often, but of course there will be no big posts coming as all my research material is here in Islamabad. There are many interesting topics remaining on which I want to write and I will try my best to complete them as soon as possible.

My That life is not going well at all and I'm really hurt by what has happened recently, but then its usual and that never understands the problem. The behavior and the seriousness not at all there and once again I can just hope!!

My time at Air University (1)

It was a day that I will remember throughout my life. I'm already starting to miss my days at Air University. Although I had a real tough time here and things were so difficult but I'll put it to this very University who gave me the courage to stand up to the tough moments and cross the hurdles. It also gave me the knowledge and confidence, my happy and sad moments, my proud and best days to me.
I had always wanted to be a part of Air university, amazed? Its true because of two reasons. First, that my parents always wanted me to do my bachelors in Mechatronics. Although they only had heard the name of this engineering and were not at all familiar with what it is all about. Secondly, two of my elder cousins were already studying at this institute. I still remember the day when I got admission at Air University. It was July 25, 2007. Initially when I had seen the result on the Internet it was "sorry, you could not qualify" but somehow I received the letter informing me that I have been selected.

Beautiful view of Air University

I passed the admission test for six or seven universities but chose Air University in the end , a decision that I will always be proud of. My first official day at the University was Monday September 3, 2007. I had reached Islamabad on the 29th of August and when the bus drove through the mountains of the capital I knew that my life had changed. I was never a brave enough person, I had never been to any other place alone but things were going to change now. Judging my past that I'm always low on confidence but that day,somehow or the other I was really excited and pumped up for the first day of my university life.

Nauman Khalid: The Life of BEMTS

My first semester brought me the best and the worst time of my life for me, good in the sense that I gained a lot of confidence over that period both in the class and overall living my life alone in Islamabad. I enjoyed alot being in the class BEMTS 1C with all the class gelled together and lots of fun during the University time. I did not study much in this semester but was very active. The first half went fine but the later period of my semester was perhaps the worst time of my life so far, and its consequences I'm dealing with even now. My health got worse and I had to go back to Multan for a week or so. Before going I had checked my attendance and It was all above 90% but when I came back after my checkup I was amazed to see that in almost three subjects my attendance was around 50% and there was no chance for it to reach 75% which was the minimum requirement. Thanks to the Coordinator who displayed the wrong attendance before I went to Multan.

Anyways, I remember that when I first reached the hostel where I had to stay and my first night there when the seniors took me to their room for ragging and I was made to speak everything in Urdu but I made many mistakes and had to pay the fine of 700 rupees. My next ragging was by my room mate and It was a good one when he brought loads of things and made me to eat and drink them and I did that gladly.Change person in the university, but in the hostel I was still the quiet boy that I have always been tagged to be. My hostel name was The Boys Hostel and If not in the start, I had some of the best moments of my life in Islamabad there.

I was fortunate enough to get some really nice Professors at Air University and that is the one great speciality of Air University. The first ever class I attended here was of Computer Programming C++, and my teacher was Sir Khurram Javed who later turned out to be one of my all time favorite teachers. He was really strict about the rules he had set on the first day and never, not even once did he showed any flexibility and that was the thing I like about him the most. He was simple, efficient strict and yet nice, just like an extraordinary professor should be. He left the university next semester due to the internal politics of the University and that was really sad to know.

My Calculus I' professor was Dr Tasnim Shah and he really is a teacher worthy of respect, he helped me though the difficult times that were to come in the next few semesters and I shall always be thankful to him for everything he has done for me. My next Calculus in the same semester was Mr. Muhammad Ali (baja), the first day he came to our class we could stop laughing after hearing his voice but he later turned out to be my biggest enemy. No doubt he was an excellent teacher and he had to lose his job just because of what he did to me and I still don't feel good about it. Our Physics Mam' Saima and she was a very nice teacher who once again helped the rejoining student alot even though she was about to leave the University she was so easy to get along with.

I Still remember Nauman Khalid(Don) sitting at the last seat in the conference hall saying that I sit behind because I cannot see the White board from in front. Crossing the chairs just like a child who doesn't even know how to walk and Sheraz Ahmad Abbasi writing Poetry on the white board when Mam' was busy talking to other students. Our communication Skills Mam Nailla Riaz is favorite of each and every student who has studied under her. Workshop technology is by far the least favorite subject of every student of Mechatronics department. Ratta( Akram) is the enemy of all and friend of none,not even himself. Still remember when Umair Nawaz Malik was almost snapped by the lathe machine that enenthough Zeeshan Hussnain was the one who saved him, Ratta did nothing still he made himself a hero.

My first and Best frriend at Air University was Raheel Abbas and I really enjoyed his company in the first semester. At the end of the semester I was dismissed from the University and with me many other students, although my story at Air University continued after that there were some of them who left our class. Talha Bin Saeed, Yousaf Khan, Usman (Rocky) and Zeeshan Sajid (Arnold) were a few I remember.