The Enigma of my Life...

moved

rusted — Sun, 29 Oct 2006 20:50:45 +0000

I started blogging at Cafe Khamosh and then the ban on Blogspot forced me to move to Engima of my Life.

But now I have hosted my own blog now on a free server in the name Rusting Inside like many other….

http://www.fayyaz.ueuo.com/blog

Some Nice Poetry

rusted — Tue, 24 Oct 2006 11:40:21 +0000

Dance Classes in Punjab University

rusted — Tue, 24 Oct 2006 11:22:02 +0000

North Korea’s Atomic Explosion

rusted — Sat, 14 Oct 2006 17:05:08 +0000

Where’s The sovereignity of nations. Why dont have a nation to make it strong. Who is USA to define the fate of nations. It itself started the NUCLEAR RACE and now why it stops other countries to be a Nuclear State.

and UNO is just like the League of Nations and has lost its effectiveness. Its now just USO not the UNO…..

USO means United state’s Organisation……

Change..

rusted — Fri, 13 Oct 2006 16:25:35 +0000

Today It Rained and The Weather was Changed both Inside and Outside….
and
I also changed my orkut Display Picture as many of my friends say that u just look like a Ticket Checker in the Pic. Even I am not a kind of guy whose dressind define others but Today as There was a change in mood so I realised There must be a change, so I

changed the display pic just to depict a change…..

OLD DISPLAY PIC

New One

Suno Larki

rusted — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 09:42:57 +0000

Suno Larki? ..

Abhi Tum Ishq Mat Karna
Abhi Guriya Se Khelo Tum
Tumhari Umar Hi Kya Hai
Faqt Satra Baras Ki Ho
Abhi Masoom Bachi Ho
Nahin Maloom Abhi Tum Ko
K Jab Yeh Ishq Hota Hai
To Insaan Kitna Rota Hai
Sitaray Toot Jatay Hain
Saharay Choot Jatay Hain
Abhi Tum Nay Nahin Dekha
K Jab Sathi Bichartay Hain
Tu Kitna Dard Milta Hai
K Har Furqat K Mousam Main
Hazaron Ghum Ubhartay Hain
Hazaron Zakhm Khultay Hain
?
Suno Larki? …..
~?Meri Mano?~

Parhai Par Tawajo Do
Kitaabon Main Gulabon Ko
Kabhi Bhoolay Say Mat Rakhna
Kitabain Jab Bhi Kholo Gi
Yeh Kanton Ki Tarhan Dil Main
Chubhain Gay Khoon Bahayen Ge
Tumhain Pehron Satayen Ge
Kisi Ko Khat Nahin Likhna
Likhai Pakri Jati Hai
Bari Ruswai Hoti Hai
Kisi Ko Phone Mat Karna
Sadayen Dil Dukhati Hain
Woh Awazain Satati Hain
Meri Nazmain Nahin Parhna
Yeh Mehshar Utha Dein Gi
Tumhain Pagal Bana Dein Gi
?
Suno Larki? …..
?
~ Meri Mano?~

Apni Taqdeer Say Tum
Khul K Mat Larna
Abhi Guriya Se Khelo Tum
Abhi Tum Ishq Mat Karna

…..Blogging

rusted — Thu, 12 Oct 2006 06:59:46 +0000

I was not blogging since a long time and Now i want to blog.

Why I was not blogging?

The ban on blogspot played havoc in this regard then I moved here on WordPress but then i was busy in studies…

Now I have thought to write again…

Father, Son and a Crow

rusted — Sat, 01 Apr 2006 17:37:53 +0000

An 80 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.

The Father asked his Son, “What is this?”

The Son replied “It is a crow”.

After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd time, “What is this?”

The Son said “Father, I have just now told you “It’s a crow”.

After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time, What is this?”

At this time some ex-pression of irritation was felt in the Son’s tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. “It’s a crow, a crow”.

A little after, the Father again asked his Son t he 4th time, “What is this?”

This time the Son shouted at his Father, “Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times ‘IT IS A CROW’. Are you not able to understand this?”

A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-

“Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time h e asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child”.

While the little child asked him 23 times “What is this”, the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.

So..

If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and
kind to them. Be considerate to your parents.From today say this aloud, “I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me. They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today”.

Say a prayer to God, “I will serve my old parents in the BEST way. I will say all good and kind words to my dear parents, no matter how they behave.

Hell Bored

rusted — Tue, 28 Mar 2006 18:35:43 +0000

I have heard many times of being hell-bored but in last week i have enjoyed the Term..

Because of Viral Attack my PC crashed and it destroyed the Hard Disk

I couldnt even get my PC vaccinated against the Virus…

So i couldnt replace the Disk and in this way i enjoyed being Hell-bored….

Cool Pictures

rusted — Sun, 05 Mar 2006 08:00:00 +0000