Lets put an end to this silence!

6 months of soul searching and I conclude - Death To All Insurance Agents!

Where Ive been...what Ive been up to...that is irrelevant! The point is Im here!

Tons of experiances...not all good! Mostly bad eye openers! So heres me letting my thots run ahead of me and speaking out my mind!

I have yet again reached that point in life where I feel I need to be heard!

God damit...its great to be back!

Me (Stoned- quite literally) 

Sheikhu (on a high) 

Sheikhu & Mr.Gates Jr. 

Me (stoned) & Mr.Gates Junior 

Life a Blur!

Aaaargh! Ok believe it or not I just wrote a very very interesting Blog...but for some reason it got wiped out and yes for all those smarty pants out there I DID TRY THE RECOVER POST tab!

Yaaaar! Things written down in a flow...songs sung when the singer is on a roll...instruments played when the player is high...prayers said when the person is weeping....ahhhhh the thing is not the same!

Irritating as it may seem I shall attempt to duplicate! Lemme just get a fresh cuppa coffee to re-create/ re-live the mood!

A general note to all readers...reliving blogs and reliving life are two differant things...only one of them guarantees 100% results! ;)



Dear Reader,

A belated Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and Eid Mubarak! It has been quite some time since my last Blog...lets just say I was busy rekindling my mojo!

Another year is up ppl! Look at it as you may...another year down the drain...another year closer to Judgement Day...the Earth grows a year older/ wiser...one more year to go on your mortgage...whatever serves your comfort!

I dont know about you but life for me turns into a total blur on the night of the 31st and this voice keeps blabbering on in my head "Where do we stand?" and "2005 Ahmed, any comments?"

I guess this is what they call the 'feed-back effect' in management books! 100 points to Ahmed for actually manageing to make a relevant co-relation! Hehehe well no biggy...the book plainly states every plan is to be followed by a feed-back process inorder to maintain control and consistence to the 'original' plan!

2005 for me well...many targets were not achieved...many targets were achieved...made alot of new friends...lost alot of old friends...all in all 2005 has been one heck of a joy ride and I'm glad its over. Alas, man proposes and God disposes?!

2006 is in the running...a new chapter...a new adventure...another chance?! Lets see what rides the Ride-Master has lined up for us this year!

I don't know about you but this year I will make a differance. There will be some serious changes made this year! This year is gonna be great! Hehehe...heard that some where else before? Feeling abit of a deja vou are we?

Yea...well what choice do I have but to tune myself on to this expectation? So lets wait and see!

What think thee?

Perfectionism should come with a warranty tag!

Hello everyone. I am Sheikh Ghias Ahmed and I (sniff sniff) am a Perfectionist! I mean the rate at which I'm posting stuff on this Blog...what fact do you think it highlights?

The fact that:

a. I have too much of time on my hands and have nothing better to do in life
b. I don't get my way with people and this Blog is the only form of expression left
c. There is a serious problem with ME

Answer anyone?

Well the correct reason is secret answer (d) I have a problem with everything/ one which goes on/ is around me!

Yes as much as I want to deny it, being the eldest of 9 cousins (8 of them being girls) I have developed the characteristic of commenting on every single thing that goes on around me! How do I explain it better...ever seen women sitting together and watching a wedding movie? I rest my case!

I have:
a comment for every car that drives by;
a comment for every driver that drives by;
a comment for every person waiting on the zebra crossing;
a comment for every hotel/ restaurant;
a comment for every food item served in a hotel/ restaurant;
a comment for the way a everyone walks and talks;
a comment for every movie;
a comment for everyone IN that movie;
a comment for everyone NOT in that movie;
a comment for every song (rhythm, bass and beat included);
a comment for everything I see;
a comment for everything I don't see;
a comment for everything I hear;
a comment for everything I don't hear………yada yada yada

People in their quest for seeking perfection tend to over look so many things that might matter later on in life.

Perfection in its initial evaluation is superficial and this is the point where the amateurs are separated from the masters. The fundamentals change with time. ‘Perfection’ as they say lies in the eyes of the beholder, I think!


And I’m sure a day will come when all this will not matter, hopefully when I get settled down with someone who meets (if not all) at least 75% of my expectations. It will be then that I will be made to realize how imperfect I myself have been thinking on these lines.

I’m thinking of actually taking a head start and starting now! Want to save her the time and effort of trying.

And for that sweetheart, wherever/ whoever you are, Your welcome! (in advance).

Humara Intekhaabi Neeshaan! Vote for Patch & Balli!

Poetry - the ONLY way to touch the soul of a person!

I remember when I was a 5 year old stud...ppl asking me - What do you want to be when you grow up?

I bet this is one of those questions EVERY child has been asked! In my case the answer started off with a Clown to Cartoonist to Jet-fighter to Fashion designer to Chartered Accountant and now back to Clown again! I guess the asnwer to this question lies in what appeals to a person at the present point in time. Making people happy, making them smile, easing their problems/ pain and making them forget their sorrows and for a second feel as light as a feather!

Hmmmm...humanitarian talk (hehehe join UNICEF) but there lies a humanitarian in everyone of us, so no biggy!

I tell you what is a biggy though...I asked this girl what she wanted to be when she grew up and she replied "A Poet!". I asked her "WHY?" and she replied "I want to touch their souls!". Plain, simple, white, flawless, innocent and bias free thought! I like kiddies...they are the only people in the world I don't fear.

I'm 26 now (a fairly understanding age), and when I hear ghazals/ poetry written by Faiz, Roomi, Ghalib, Iqbal, Waris Shah, Bhullay Shah, TS Elliot, John Keats, Shakespear, Wordsworth...I feel! I feel those words! They make me think! I'm thankful to my Lord to be given the gift of perfect hearing well if not perfect speaking (hehehe believe it or not I used to stammer in school). I now the words dork and nerd come to mind...trust me that I'm not!

I'm not that good at urdu, never was. My teachers always said "Ahmed it would be a miracle the day you're able to put down two correctly spelled words in urdu togather on paper!". I've yet to see that day! But reading them is a pleasure and plus I usually consult Baba on what they mean.


Baba - a man of a few words . But those few words he chooses have the whole world in them!


"...Jaisay beemaar ko bay wajha qaraar aa jayee" (from the Rubbai titled Raat by Faiz Ahmed Fiaz)

Roughly translated - ...Just as if a dieing man feels peace for no reason

Its night time and Faiz is relating this to memories of someone he loves so much! Makes me smile, makes me sad, makes me loose myself in thought. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep thinking about someone?

I remember crying myself to sleep remembering God and I also remember crying myself to sleep remembering my grand mother (Bari Ami) who died this May 2005. The only closest person to me!

I'm listening to Faiz right now and writing as I go along. My thought tempo might not make sense but I have these words of a poet to blame!


I LOVE YOU BARI AMI! I KNOW YOU BELONG TO THE LIGHT SIDE...BUT YOU HAVE SOMEONE HERE ON THE DARK SIDE WHO LOVES YOU TOO! THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME HOW TO SMILE!

"KIDS! Let me tell you this America..."

Dear reader,

They are ment to be the next generation, little packets of energy, bundles of joy, hope of the future blah blah blah... but to every hill there will always be a downside as well!

Watch the Bernie Mac show and you will know what I'm talking about!

I recently posted a formal apology over my Blog..."but America it don't work!...She got me all cornered and figured out! She know I'm too soft! Shes pushin it America...but I'm gonna back off (being the bigger and better person!)...what else to do?...she left me no choice America?!"

Its only when they cross the adult-hood border line that they start behaving like civilised humans (will Sahar ever?). I was a teenager too America...God doesn't make kids like He used to!

Anyways, I just saw King Kong and I say that the first version starring Jeff Bridges was alot better! I'm now waiting for the Choronicles of Narnia. I remember seeing the full series done by BBC TV...can't wait to see the movie!

Shades of dark

I think one of the most difficult things for a person to do is 'Self Expression'!

Q. How does a person convey the real him/ her to another person?

A. Behaviour, feelings, attitude, the way a person talks, the use of ones hands while speaking, the way a person walks, the way a person writes, the way a person looks at another person, the way a person smiles, the way a person dresses, the way a person smells, the way a person cries, the way a person reacts to differant situations...

I recently had a very interesting experiance with a 17 year old! I snubbed her with the oldest line an older person could use in his/ her defence.

"Grow up!" I said. Hehehe I look at this as the ultimate defence when I've lost focus or the urge to argue! It's the oldest trick in the book and quite frankly if it were a physical move I would class it a FOUL!

For this I am truely sorry Sahar! I didn't mean to stoop to the lowest levels of 'English grammer'. I completely understand what you ment and I guess I was MAD not to see your gesture of friendship. I'm a much better person in real life! Lets be friends?

Anyways coming back to the various faces of a person's self expression. Here is a little something I picked up:

"Raat yoon dil mein teree khowee howee yaad aaey,
Jaisay weraanay mein chupkay say bahaar aa jaaey,
Jaisay sehraaoon mein holay say chalay baad-e-naseem,
Jaisay beemaar ko bay-wajah qaraar aa jaaeey"
...a quote by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

The above is also the title song of the old pakistani drama 'Dhoop Kinaray'. The guitar work is so simple yet effective and its amazing how Nayyara Noor's voice is so...

Ok ok now I'm not all that soft pleeeeease! Dekhaway per mut jaooo, upni akal lugaoooo! Sprite! The official drink of Patch & Balli (after Seeraaj key solaymani chai!)

A Dark Patch

Halawalla Everyone!

I, obviously, am not sheikhu. I am the dark prince who posseses more souls than you can see at the bengali town on Electra.

"I am Patch"

Anyways, right now, the lord has just faxed me a new commandment:
"Feed your enemies with Indian sweets at caesar's"

and I knew just what the lord meant. I mean it is literally the best gift you can give to your foes. Balli and me went to Caesar's yesterday and after a rather early retirement from their oh-so-heavenly savouries we decided to test the indian sweets. Here's a blow-by-blow review (and I'll use a scale from 1 to 5 here):

1- "Barfi": -1/5
POWDERED MILK?

2- "Coconut Barfi": -2/5
A scrap of coconut that could've easily been mistaken for a fingernail.

3- "Laddu": -10,000,000/5
This is probably what sand tastes like

4- "Kaaju (Cashew) Barfi" : -10,000,000,000/5
I admit my benchmarks for this one are a bit higher as I am sensitive about the celestial Cashew's reputation. However, its sheer absence and , again, POWDERED MILK....arrest the baker I say!

So why shouldn't we all go and bomb caesar's? Well, because they still make the best chicken quiche and mini-pizza in the whole city. 10,000,000,000,000 points for that. Another billion for the cakes.

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England just got its worst defeat in 11 years. Kamran Akmal made a 109. Afridi's back. This is what happens when you ban an Asian, that too a Pathan.

Nickel Creek - When In Rome Lyrics

Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin', 'No one knows, so I don't'
Honey, when in Rome

Where can a teacher go
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows
Hey those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And they'll burn 'em in the fireplace
Teacher, when in Rome

Grab a blanket, sister
We'll make smoke signals
Bring some new blood
It feels like we're alone

Grab a blanket, brother
So we don't catch cold
From one another
I wonder if we're stuck in Rome

Where can a dead man go
The question with an answer only dead men know
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning
How to live in Rome

Here is a little something I was listening to on my way back home tonight. You see its not only the rhythum and beat of the song which you should be looking at...lyrics are the soul of the song!