What I want?

  I am a man of little means, and meager hopes. and this is all I've ever wanted:

Yep, all I want is  quiet life and a meager ghareeb khaana to retire, I'll be happy with any of the above. Heck, I wouldn't mind having all of them, and maybe the little perks that come with such fazool houses :P Maybe a wise man summarized my dreams much more better! :p

Yep, Shahrukh Khan says it all :D

A heartfelt song!

I may have fallen in love with Zeb & haniya! :D

When the succubus haunts. . .

What's beautiful is that a creator can be astonished by his own creations.

The true human being is the meaning of the universe. He is a dancing star. He is the exploding singularity with infinite possibilities.

Self-creation is the highest art.

What is real pain you ask? The power to choose what we will. Having to choose. This terrible freedom. These infinite possibilities. The taste for the infinite spoiled by the possibility of evolutionary failure. Real pain is knowing that you're going to die, all the while knowing that you don't have to die. 

'What is a human being, then?'

'A seed'

'A... seed?'

'An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree.' 

To be what you want to be: isn't this the essence of being human? 

The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

The First Law of Mentat: A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it, and flow with it.

What do you despise? By this you are truly known.

How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him.

The convoluted wording of legalisms grew up around the necessity to hide from ourselves the violence we intend toward each other. Between depriving a man of one hour from his life and depriving him of his life there exists only a difference of degree. You have done violence to him, consumed his energy. Elaborate euphemisms may conceal your intent to kill, but behind any use of power over another the ultimate assumption remains: "I feed on your energy."

If you need something to worship, then worship life — all life, every last crawling bit of it! We're all in this beauty together!

Atrocity is recognized as such by victim and predator alike, by all who learn about it at whatever remove. Atrocity has no excuses, no mitigating argument. Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity. It is self-perpetuating upon itself — a barbarous form of incest. Whoever commits atrocity also commits those future atrocities thus bred.

Laws to suppress tend to strengthen what they would prohibit. This is the fine point on which all the legal professions of history have based their job security.

The person who takes the banal and ordinary and illuminates it in a new way can terrify. We do not want our ideas changed. We feel threatened by such demands. "I already know the important things!" we say. Then Changer comes and throws our old ideas away.

Ready comprehension is often a knee-jerk response and the most dangerous form of understanding. It blinks an opaque screen over your ability to learn. The judgmental precedents of law function that way, littering your path with dead ends. Be warned. Understand nothing. All comprehension is temporary.

Shakespearean Insulter

"Away, you bottle-ale rascal, you filthy bung, away!"

From Henry IV, Part 2. Ol' William really knew how to shoot off his mouth in style. Here's to the greatest literary badass ever!

Go here to enjoy Shakespeare's inimitable put-downs, as well as a bunch of automatically generated insults in his style.

Bach is God!

I've just got hold of a huge cache of music from my Shams bhai, who handed me his USB drive a couple of days back, so we could exchange cool stuff. And the greatest thing of all is the absolutely fantastic collection of Bach, Beethoven and Mozart's compositions. Probably not exhaustive, but enough to keep me occupied for weeks. There's nothing like Bachfor a nice afternoon of projects and general messing around. Doesn't distract you with words, and subtly improves your mood too. And all those incredible nuances in his music - it's astonishing that someone can even think of them. Pachelbel's Canon FTWW!!!!!

Check it out!
Bach! To Good Times! :D

Err. .

Clogged sinuses. Very annoying.

(Blows nose loudly. No use. Still completely blocked.)

One of the downsides of being me is the useless sinuses you end up with. Once every few weeks, my nose decides to withdraw from full duty and proceeds to cut my air supply in half. Rather considerate, that - leaving me half a nostril free each time. Still bloody annoying.

Still, after 10 years, you get used to it. I've got to be the only guy alive who carries two handkerchiefs - one for the nose, and the other for the sweat that's inevitable in Karachi’s humid climate...

What you don't get used to is those cases that occur once in a blue moon, when your sinuses go AWOL, and your nose effectively retires into private life. On days like this(or nights, more often - for some reason it really comes into its own after dark) the only recourse is to walk around with a hanky, blowing your nose at regular intervals and hoping that it will fix itself. Nose drops help, but you tend to develop a dependence on those - natural resolution of the problem becomes next to impossible.

What bugs me is that I get very irritable when these cases occur. When you're making pathetic attempts to fix your nasal equipment, your Anti-Irritation Shield^TM has a little too much to deal with. It's amazing how much irritating stuff we put up with every day without a second thought. Far more amazing is how people you're very comfortable with - close friends, family - do and say irritating stuff all day long. We just don't notice. Man, can we adapt!

I've always been irritated by people showing pointless/unjustified irritation/anger. This weird response is amplified by the aforementioned state of irritability on my part. I have this urge to snap at people. Thankfully, my iron self-control usually wins out, and I remove myself from potentially annoying situations without killing anyone...The only person I end up snapping at is my sister, but since she snaps at me day and night, for no greater crime than my existence, I see no reason to miss getting in an occasional jab in this thoroughly one-sided contest. *Sigh*, sibling rivalry...

There's a subset of this 'Get annoyed/angry for stupid reasons' group that deserves special mention. These are the insensitive idiots who get annoyed when you're blowing your nose or trying to clear your throat(this is because throat congestion is almost inevitable in the bad cases). The worst of these go so far as to say: "Why don't you just do it once and for all?" in a very condescending voice, like someone who has been doing you a great favour by tolerating you all this time. For these guys, come the Revolution, I shall roast them over a slow fire and say "Why don't you just burn up all at once?"

Enough with that rant. Back to more mundane matters. Pause for a moment while I blow my nose to symbolically end this section of the post, full of venom, bitterness and mucus as it is...

Time now to try steam inhalation - maybe that will help unclog my sinuses. On the other hand, there's a small problem with that idea.

Yep. That's right. I can't inhale anymore.