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A Friendship Story…

Posted in Stories. on October 5, 2008 by Dev!l

“You back stabber.”, “You low life.”, “How could you? I didn’t expect this from you.”, “I don’t worth you.” These and many more sentences like these were zooming around menacingly inside his head. He was walking silently along a road, lost somewhere deep inside those sentences trying to figure out what he had done wrong or why were his friendships failing. His head was hurting and little tear drops were prickling his eyes. There were almost no people on the road that day, it was lonesome. Just the way he liked it a couple of years back, that was when he hadn’t met his friends. His friends brought color to his world and changed him completely. At first he didn’t like people snooping around in his matters and asking questions but soon he started to love it. He started telling them stuff he had promised himself that he would keep buried inside him till eternity. He started feeling feelings he had prohibited himself to feel. He soon fell in love with his somewhat weird yet fun friends and from what he thought they too loved him. That was till he started to discover their secrets.

                He took a deep sigh and looked around at his surroundings with blurry eyesight. At a distance he saw two friends walking with each other with no worries. “I bet they don’t hide stuff from each other or try to bury what problems they have with each other inside them.”, he thought as he watched them joke around with each other. The more he watched the more he felt a feeling of disgust for his friends build up inside him. He was starting to hate the word “friendship” all over again. His friends had changed. Were they the same people he had fallen in love with? They surely didn’t seem like them. They now fought fiercely among themselves for no sane reasons. They all were now bent on trying to make themselves look innocent while making the other person feel guilty. They were in other words exploiting each others weaknesses. His hatred for them would had had reached its peek if not for the fact that there were still some friends who proved that they were worth taking every blame for. They also suffered the same way he did. His mind kept telling him to turn back into the stone he once was but his heart stopped him. Maybe, it was for the reason that he loved them, but he wasn’t so sure anymore. He was sure of one thing that after seeing them now, like this that it would be next to near impossible to fall in love with these friends if he were made to start everything at the beginning. These people, they were not the people he had met. Those people shared their feelings, they shared what problems they had and worked mutually to solve them without holding any grudges or having any anger issues. But these new, changed people now held grudges, they talked to him as if they were doing him a favor, they ignored him. He could handle all that, for that was how the world treated him before he met these people. But he could no longer bear to see the innocent friends, who were still the same, get hurt by this. They were not of stone before, they were being hurt each day by new lies, new secrets, new blames and new fights. His friends were falling apart. They were letting their anger get the best of them. They in one word were becoming, “Callous.” Their callousness was affecting them more then it was affecting him. They were loosing more each day then him. “Be cold, be mean, be what you were and what you truly are!” His mind urged him again to take the easy way out. Some of his friends were taking that way out but not him. His heart always stopped him, after such a long time his heart was once again alive, it did not want to go dead again! It was a war between his heart and mind.

                He started to laugh maniacally after thinking this. The war was taking its toll on him. He was beginning to loose his sanity again. He was turning into a clown…. A Joker. He didn’t mind the new secrets everyone kept from him. He knew all they hid yet he never showed. He never bothered to help them now. His mind was winning little by little. He could feel it too and so could its heart. That was why he was loosing his sanity. He tried hard to sustain his wounds, he tried his best to patch up his broken friends but they were just too broken. All of his friends were becoming emotional now. Heck, they were emotional, they didn’t use logic. He tried being logical with them but they labeled him “Cold”. He couldn’t shut down his mind and do all his thinking from the heart. He just couldn’t. He could see everyone thinking from their hearts and as a result becoming madder, angrier and holding grudges for each other. Plan revenge for people who once were their friends. He knew his mistakes played a major part in their change. But he truly was sorry for what he did. He didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Perhaps, sometimes you hurt everyone while trying to protect them. His sorrow was something else and so was his anger. It was something that didn’t matter. His head started to spin again. He needed a solution to his predicament and he needed it now. Just then he thought of something he hadn’t tried and he was sure no one else had too. He knew what he had to do now. His direct confrontations had failed because they were perhaps too logical. He knew now he had to be half emotional and half logical. He had to show his friends what he felt for them and what they feel for each other. He took his cell phone out of his pocket to call all of his friends at a common point. Just as he had finished dialing a number, he heard strange skidding noises, as if someone had slammed on the brakes of a car moving at a high speed. “Strange ringtone”, he thought. BANG, a car struck his body and sent it flying. His head struck the pavement and everything started to become dark. It hurt. He heard his friends voice on the phone, lying next to him covered in blood. In great pain he picked it up and slowly spoke into it, “Tell everyone I loved them, tell them that the path they are walking on… ahh… is going to lead to nothing… they will … eh… turn into stone. Save them. Let the grudges out, let the love take its place, let …” he screamed in pain but then continued, “Let other friends interfere in your fights be logical yet emotional. Don’t loose your friends. You do not want to be alone, it’s not a fad it’s …..” he could speak no more. His blood surrounded him and he closed his eyes. It was over, he was going to die alone. His friends still angry with him, or thinking they didn’t worth him. They knew what they meant to him yet they said that, how could they? How could they be so angry? How could they not share their problems yet become angry when he didn’t share his? How could they let each other suffer? How could they cry and make others cry as well instead of letting them comfort them? How could they make issues out of the littlest of things? How could they hold so many grudges after saying I forgive you? How could…. He stopped thinking now, he looked up at the sky smiled and finally whispered “A lot more how coulds… I m coming and this time please answer my questions, because now only you can.” With this he departed from his mortal existence into a more permanent existence.

                As expected his friends cried on his death, they said good things… they repeated his words and promised to stick to his words. But it was too late… unknown to them they were the reason for his death. And of course as time would pass they will return to their normal, callous selves. Things always return to the way they were unless they put in a great effort not to…

Lesson of the story: Tell your friends what they mean to you, tell them what they are doing wrong, be emotional but don’t loose logic… I can continue giving you lessons from this story but that would be wastage of time as if you can’t reach a conclusion yourself; anything I tell you will be a waste of your and my time… So think about where you stand with your friends. Who knows when you stop existing as a mortal.




School Life

Posted in Funny on October 2, 2008 by Dev!l

School life is deemed as the most memorable and enjoyable time in the life that I have spent till now. I still remember each and every moment I spent in school. I made many friends during that time. Out of them only a few lasted and the others, with time, drifted apart. This article is a memorandum to those times and to all my friends who I still have or who I lost during those memorable 10 years of my life.

In the following passages I will explain how I spent my school life not grade by grade but in different categories.


Fun Times:

                Fun is a word which every school going kid is affiliated with. In school life there is plenty of time to do different mischief, no matter how burdensome the studies get.  Like every other normal kid my friends and I were always big on the fun in school and not so big on the studying part. Though our way of having fun was sometimes very different from other kids. In grade 1 to 7 our way of having fun was very normal, i.e. playing tag, playing slips (it was a game we played on a slippery surface in which we tried to make each other fall by sliding at their feet, just like in a football match. Usually there was no winner or looser but if we had to choose then the last man standing was declared the victor) teasing each other or just simply playing “antakshri”. The only weird thing we did for fun then were the times when my friends and I used to play video games on our rough copies. Sounds very strange I know but we were young and hey a kid is entitled to have fun anyway he wants, right?  The idea of playing video games was very simple. It was a two player game, one of us would be the game master who would draw a comic strip game with different rooms and switches, the other kid would be the player. He would make his way through the amazing story line (which usually sucked :P) with his pencil trying not to get beaten down by the “Game Master”. If you lost your pencil tip in a fight with the game master you lost a life whereas if the game master lost his pencil tip you get to go the next two or three rooms without any difficulty. It was pretty stupid but we loved playing it for some unknown reason.

Our rough copies were rarely used for studying; most of them either had funny stories written on them or comic strips drawn by Bilawal, upto grade 7. And by our, I mean mine. 😛 Anyhow in grade 8 our mentality somehow changed drastically, maybe it was because of the fact that we lost quite many friends when we got promoted to the 8th grade. In the 8th grade we (me and bilawal actually) made some new friends (which I m proud to say still are my friends). Those friends included Hafiz, Imran, Tariq (who was and still is more of my friend then theirs :P) and Khursund. This led to the creation of Happy Gang. (Yes happy gang -.-‘ Bilawal’s creation.) We (Bilawal, imran and I) even wrote “Proud Members of Happy Gang” along with a big smiley face on our clip boards.

 As I said, since our mentality changed the way we used to have fun also changed. Now we had fun by playing “Guess who” (in Urdu, it’s known as “Kasoti”) games of cartoons or mostly Harry Potter characters. Almost everything was different now but one thing remained the same. Bilawal never stopped writing those funny stories and comics. What was worse was that imran actually got influenced by him and started to do the same. Hence, we had many great comic titles like Teenage Mutant Ninja Mangoes, The Adventures of the Mad Khan, Adventures of Albus Close the Door, Resident Evil, Khan ka Dhaba and God knows how many else. All of these were a big success, well between us at least :P. It was during this time I got pulled / attracted to Duel Masters by Tariq. And it was during those boring computers classes (which were by far considered the “fun period” among our class) that Tariq and I invented verbal dueling.

Then came our promotion to grade 9th. We grew bolder, smarter and God knows what else. Pretty soon, “Happy Gang” started to sound lame, as it really was, to us. It was both Imran and Bilawal that suggested a name change and we started the search for a new name. Many names came up and went down some of them included The Acolytes (Rejected as it was stolen from X-Men), [Beep] Boys (Do I really need to tell you why we rejected that?:p) etc. Finally one day, during a class, Britney’s song, “Toxic”, hit the spot. Toxic Gang, yes that would be our name, we all agreed at once (and by once I mean after much abusive and slangish debates with Hafiz :P). But simple “Toxic” sounded kind of lame to us, as it was just another word. So we decided to tweak it. Bilawal and I soon made it to stand for Team Of Xtraordinary Intelligent Chaps 😛 (Sounds stupid I know, but our gang had a name and no one else had one 😛 we were proud!). A new logo was made in acid green color and our clipboards now read Toxic instead of Happy Gang with its smile logo :P. Since we were in 9th class now, we had fewer syllabuses to cover and more tests and exams to give. As a result, we got many free periods at the end of term (To prepare for exams or the tests taking place). Now we knew those free periods were for studying but we used to do different things in them. Since our class now out ruled the system of columns, all chairs were put together to form very long singular rows. We sat at the last of those rows and in Pak Studies period or computer period (Pak Std. Teach was a real heart who never stopped us as long as we didn’t make noise and well the computer teach was uhh u know the … well lets just say we used to sing for him “Bhoot hun mein”.) we started to play playing cards in the back of the cards. It was great fun, playing cards eating nimko, chewing gums or just sitting, playing and teasing each other. Apart from these, the traditional teasing the teacher or making noise was included in our, to do lists to.

Eating, ah well that is also a fun memory for me. We used to eat from hafiz during recess. Or Hafiz, Bilawal and I shared our money and usually ate together. Well the thing was, I was lazy as always and I abhorred (wait still do) crowds. So we used to send hafiz into the crowd of the canteens to get our food. Hafiz being well bulky stood out in the crowd and had good relations with the canteen guy as he bought from him regularly. This not only saved us trouble but also gave us advantages like shouting things like “Suzi hurry up” or well pepsi bottles which sometimes due to shortage were available only to teachers or special people who bought from that canteen daily, people like Hafiz. But the fun part was the time after the recess was when we used to eat in the class. We usually ate small candies like everyone else in the class, but it was the fight for those candies which made the whole experience unforgettable. I still remember once giving a candy ball (a cheap toffee) to imran due the reason that it fell on the ground and convincing him for half an hour that I m being generous and there is nothing wrong with the candy. (For those who care I WON :P) I still remember paying 2 rupee for a one rupee or a fifty paisa candy just so I can take it from bilawal or hafiz and eat during class and vice versa. Oh and the toffee wrappers usually went where we used to put our marked test papers i.e. in tariq’s bag :P.

The other fun thing we used to do was to hide each other things during the namaz period. As it was the last period and we were made to leave all our belonging, including shoes and socks, in the class rooms. We were supposedly to come from the mosque collect our things and leave the school but we usually had other plans. We used to hide each others socks or bags or even shoes. At the time I do admit it appeared very annoying and a very mean thing to do but later on we (well some of us) either used to get revenge or laugh about it.



                Every group of friends has their share of togetherness and their share of fights. They say fighting increases love. I don’t know whether it was true or not but we used to fight a lot, that much I do know. Many a times those small fights came to serious blows. E.g. I once punched bilawal (who was seated at the back of my chair) with such intensity and speed that my punch not only hit him but also got deflected afterwards and my thumb met the wooden chair. I had to rub iodex and wear that warm gauze on my thumb for a week.  I was a little crazy back then (now I m more crazy but hey whose sane now a days anyways) I wasn’t even afraid to pick a fist fight with Hafiz, who was and still is more then twice my size. Even though we used to fight regularly we were always friends at the end of the day or the next day everything was forgotten. We never carried any grudges between us; maybe that is why we are still friends.

The funniest fight we guys used to have were, mine and bilawal’s famous, Spit Wars! We used to fight each other by spitting at each other. It was fun. The whole class used to watch us as we spat at each other with deadly accuracy and ran here and there with our bags (so they wouldn’t be held hostage or be a casualty of the war :P) and of course there was the all so common water fights. Throwing water at each other with no mercy, but we never let the water come between our friendship :P. Those fights were very different from the fights I get into now a day. The fights which I get into now are more emotional and their effects are usually everlasting. Also, even though these fights have a silly reason, which can be easily solved, behind them they carry on for weeks. Guess my non school friends carry grudges. The only reason our fights didn’t last long was due the reason that we didn’t held anything inside us. We spoke what was in our minds even if they were abuses. This is something each of my friends needs to realize before they lose some one important to them and regret it later. (Sorry for the serious note but I had to say that.)

Troubling Times:

                During our school times, as you can probably guess by now, we were never your ideal students. But we rarely got in big trouble that is apart from Bilawal. He used to get dragged to the principals office almost every week. Usually on minor charges. The principal and the vice principal knew him well as he had had three warnings issued to him. (Which his mother burnt 😛 and the school record showed he had none, that is another story) But no matter how troubling the times got we stuck by each other. Usually you had to use a microscope to see that but hey we were mean! (Correction: we still are) E.g. one time I got slapped almost 10 times rapidly across the face by a teacher because Bilawal lied to save his own ass. (The thing was my fault as I slapped him on the back of his head when the teacher wasn’t looking but the teacher saw Bilawal break the “discipline of the class” when he was hitting me back.) But it’s not like I blame the guy. After all I got my revenge one way or the other. 😛 Then there was the time when Bilawal became the monitor of the class and was rightfully accused of insulting a class student in public by unjustly using his powers. How did he get out of that one? Well that was simple, he was made to stand in front of his seat, while the teacher was scolding him, he slipped my bag with his feet to his right (we used to keep our bags on the floor, they had no books in them anyways.) and in the same way put his bag next to mine. As the teacher was nearing the climax of having him suspended etc. he magically fainted. Only Imran, Hafiz and I noticed that he fainted on the cushion of bags that he had made.

Then there was this time when Bilawal and I were presented before the teacher on the charges of using colorful language in class, during recess. The charge was that principle had heard someone from outside our class window using that language. Funnily enough the principal never told the teacher what he heard, so it was pretty easy to lie our way out of that one. I still wonder to this day, what did the principal hear? No culprit was caught for that but Bilawal and I knew it was us. There were many other narrow escapes we shared but none that I want to recall here. 😛 if you know what I mean 😛 One prime example would be the fight with another class in which we used our belts like lashes. Etc etc. 😛

Memorable Events:

                Among all these some other memorable events of our school life include, the sad partition of me with my friend thanks to a stupid girl in class 2. (Thus began my hatred for girls and up to this day has only grown with some exceptions.) And the time when we were parted from many of our friends as we had to change sections in class 8 due to our subject choice.

Field trips were always memorable. I still can’t remember a school trip from class 3 to class 7 in which the school bus, we were riding in didn’t have an accident. None of them were fatal but still they were annoying. Apart from those accidents we always had fun on our field trips, who doesn’t? Among those memorable times the one I remember the most is the time Bilawal and I rode the pirate ship 8 to 10 times (memories a little shaky here but it was either 8 or 10) in a row without getting off. The first two times were for fun. The next two times were because Bilawal took a fancy to a girl who sat across the pirate ship and the next 4 or 6 times was because of a new girl he took fancy too and also the fact that we were now having fun screaming at the top of our voices for no apparent reason.

Then there were our Eid Milan Parties. The concept was simple. Each kid would bring something from his home and the whole class would decorate the class and eat together. Of course food fights often broke loose. The last Eid Milan party we had resulted in pepsi dripping from the ceiling and the walls along with cakes covered in ketchup lying here and there and us cursing each other for ruining our clothes and then laughing like hell and drinking more pepsi. 😛

Our Farewell party was the last school function we attended. We had to make it memorable didn’t we? Well we did, we behaved till the speeches and shield presentation but during lunch all hell broke loose and soon we were spoon and fork fighting over different things just for fun. Kulfas were being grabbed by hands from the dishes instead of using spoons. Chicken pieces were being grabbed from each others plates and each other’s bottles were being stolen. It was like the attack of the hungry gorillas but it was fun. Even though the food was not that good but everyone took seconds just for the challenge of getting what he wanted and succeeding in making to his chair. 😛

Speaking of end of terms another tradition in our school was the unofficial egg fight after school after the last final exam. No one was safe and egg bombs dropped from everywhere.

The time when Bilawal and I were made to join the urdu debate club was also fun. No, we were not interested in debating but it was due to the stupid fact that our school had introduced a new hobbies period in which every student was made to join a club in school (and by made I really mean MADE, those who didn’t were punished by enrolling them in some stupid club!). As expected the computer club was rushed with students. So, we decided to go with our friend, who was a debater, to the urdu debate club. The club’s every meeting was supervised by a teacher who would give a topic and every student (well almost every student :P) presented their views on it. We were its members for nearly for 2 years and yet we never made a speech or participated in any competition. We were against when the speaker was speaking for the topic and chanting for the topic when the speaker was speaking against it. How did we pull it off? Well if the teacher who presided over the meeting was also our urdu teacher, and you get good grades in his class then its not that hard.


The funniest time was when Bilawal nominated me to sing in the school assembly which was to take place in front of the whole school. I was to sing “dil dil Pakistan”. My back up incase I didn’t show was a boy with a beautiful voice who was to praise The Last Prophet (P.B.U.H) with a naat. I still remember begging the teacher to select him instead of me to the very last moment. Nevertheless my pleas were overruled and I sang in front of the whole school. The result? Well the result was the mike being pulled from my hand before I was done and me laughing hysterically after the assembly was done. TYVM. But the humiliation was made less thanks to my debater friend who was to make a speech after me. He debated in such a way that I couldn’t hear anything but a loud tooooooonnnnn in my ears for 5 minutes.

Other fun times included the time when a “lotta” from the third floor’s washroom fell on a teacher standing on the ground floor. Or the time when a teacher was drenched in water in the washroom, or firecrackers being exploded in school. Another fun event was the time when my bro was caught stealing petrol from a teacher’s motorcycle by my friend :P. He had permission of course. But the teacher didn’t realize that he was giving them permission to empty his bike completely of petrol. I still remember the time in my 10th grade, when my bro went to a parent teacher meeting (The third time in 10 years that someone from my home went to a parent teacher conference) and after introducing me got the same response from every teacher, “He is your brother?” then facing me and saying “You are his brother?” Needless to say my brother had a reputation and I was as he said the taint on his reputation of mischief.  But I liked living my school life being unnoticed by teachers. The less I got noticed the less work I had to do for them. This was due to experience as once I got noticed by a teacher and the result was me participating in a speech competition and obtaining 2nd position or being made to participate in the science fair and obtaining 3rd place while the jerk who copied my project got 1st position. Or when the English teacher used to give me extra essays so I and some other people could write them and he would choose the best one for the rest of the class to copy. Or there was the part where I took the Spoken English exam with Bilawal and my English Teacher. Well that was fun. I really asked stupid and annoying questions in English which made everyone go “tun bahir to nikal”. That was fun but the rest was not! So the only rule I had in my school life was do not get noticed by the teacher and live a free simple life.

Well this was some of my school life which I wrote out of boredom, I know it has many mistakes and it was a normal school life but hey I loved it! And I m not sharing it because I think it needs praise, I m sharing it because I wanted to reminisce about old times.

P.S I know the writing style sucks so shutta:P