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Kwik Quote III

Posted in Kwik Quotes on August 31, 2009 by Dev!l

“I don’t need no arms around me; I don’t need no drugs to calm me; I have seen the writing on the wall; Don’t think I need anything at all; No don’t think I’ll need anything at all; All in all it was all just bricks in the wall; All in all you were just bricks in the wall”

Pink Floyd – ‘Another Brick in the Wall, Part III.’

Sometimes… We all feel like that… Don’t know about you but atleast i do…


Kwik Quote II

Posted in Kwik Quotes on August 31, 2009 by Dev!l

“Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.”

John Donne – ‘Elegies’ ‘The Anagram’ (1593-6)

Heh guess that proves what I always believed in… Love at first sight is, in many cases, not meant to last…

Unnamed Justice…

Posted in Stories. on August 30, 2009 by Dev!l

The room was well lit. It belonged to a certain boy who by the looks of the room loved to read. There were books everywhere the eye could see, on shelves, on bed and some even on the floor. The layer of dust on the shelves clearly stated the absence of care yet the books on the bed proved to be of those kind which were read recently. One could easily discern from the pattern on which the books laid on the floor and the bed that their reader was an intent one. Speaking of the devil, he was also in the room, sitting at a corner of the bed neglecting all his belongings. His quivering hands hid his face as his tears wet them. He was shaking but no, it wasn’t due to fear or excitement. It was an epiphany. He had finally realized the value of things of which he already knew the price of. He had finally learnt the hard way what it meant to dream and how it felt when those dreams were ripped from their engravings in the organ we humans associate our every feeling to. Something inside of him was dead… Something he always preached about, something he always read in those books he oh so loved. Hope. His hope was no more; he was tired of facing the norms of society with a smiling face and pretending everything was alright. He wanted to scream right at everyone’s face and tell them what pain his heart was in. He wanted to cry in public, he wanted to tell everyone how monstrous they have had become but he couldn’t. All because of the norms of the society he lived in. He always preached against them in the hope that one day people will realize what he preached was the truth. He always preached in the hope that one day the wickedness would finally be begone and good will triumph just like in one of his books. But what he failed to realize was the fact that what he read in those books was what we writers call pure fiction. It may be a good time pass but it is never the truth. His hands still shaking were now drenched in his tears. His bodily temperatures had risen dramatically while his mind had slowed down at an alarming rate. Something inside him was cracking and with each tear that escaped the sanctity of his eyes aggravated the crack.

It all burst… The patience, the last remnants of a failing hope, the desire to do good in a way that people may actually listen. His crusade against the society had failed. His hands suddenly stopped trembling. His temperature cooled down and that was when his mind broke loose of the fetters of reality and preaching good for the sake of good by being good. Suddenly he felt a sudden urge to laugh… “Hahahaha” His laugh soothed his pain and stitched close the wounds etched upon his soul by the demeanor of society. Oh how he laughed… His tears no longer were visible due to excess of sweat being caused by his lunatic laughter; his hands’ trembling was no longer noticeable due to his jerking movements. His hope no longer alive yet his spirit ready to fight again. He had lived long enough to see himself become what he fought against. He had become wicked for the purpose of fulfilling a good.

He stood up and looked at his collection of books. “LIES” he yelled as he threw flammable liquid upon them. “You never were my savior; you are just another excuse for a living just like them. YOU SHOULD AND WOULD ALL DIE!!! HAHAHA… Justice has come… HAHAHAHA… Justice to all those who oppose the way…” He threw a match on to the books and watched them burn while he laughed madly and screamed only one word… “JUSTICE!!!” Justice for the poor and the rich the justice for the hypocrites, the utopian justice we always read about but never could attain, the justice that was… and still is… unattainable.

The house burnt as he made his way out of the main gate and watched the people gather around to see the show. “JUSTICE HAS COME… JUSTICE HAS COME FOR YOU PEOPLE… YOU ALL OBSTRUCTED IT THE RIGHT WAY NOW IT WOULD OBSTRUCT YOU THE ONLY WAY IT HAS LEFT… IT WILL PUNISH YOU… IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO PAY FOR YOUR SINS AND BE REDEMPT!!! IT IS TIME FOR YOU TO DIE!!!” He yelled as people horridly watched him attack a bystander with animal like monstrosity. They tried detaining the attacker but he was too ferocious, so they did the only thing we human’s can do when we are scared. They ran. This only seemed to aggravate his anger and his laughter as he brutally hunted them down. Soon, people regrouped and this time they did manage detaining the attacker. Even though he was detained he kept laughing madly and shouted “You may take me down but there will be others like me!!! Those who will stand and show you the errors of your ways… They will show you the ways with the only language you speak… the language of the animals, the language of brutality… Alas, long gone are the days of yore when people listened to logic… You aren’t people… you are just mere pathetic souls clinging on to your wretched encasements… Your souls want freedom but you tie them to this world for your own pleasures… You shall all be relieved… Serenity will come to all… You, who are beyond the treatment of any medicine… will all be treated by the only cure left… DEATH… FREEDOM… DEATH!!! DO YOU HEAR ME??? HAHAHA…”

“What the hell happened to him?”

“I don’t know. Always was an oddball, teaching morals and values and all that crap no one gives a damn about. They say he was real intelligent.”

“Guess all that studying must have gotten to his head.”


Two days later the newspaper ran a short story on it’s second page about an intelligent boy who was driven to madness by excessive study pressure and how he was found dead in the asylum. No one bothered reading it pass the first 5 lines except those who had nothing to do… Just another boy… another psycho off the streets, they all thought not knowing it was they, themselves that had driven him to his insanity.

Kwik Quote

Posted in Kwik Quotes on August 29, 2009 by Dev!l

“Ah! don’t say that you agree with me. When people agree with me I always feel that I must be wrong.”
Oscar Wilde – ‘The Critic as Artist’ pt. 2 in ‘Intentions’ (1891)

The story of my life…

Tired (Part 1)

Posted in Tired on August 26, 2009 by Dev!l

Writer’s Note: Tired is well a place where I speak my mind. It’s a place for me to just rant away on anything and anyone I don’t like or find really irritating. So, if you have a problem with it then seriously take it out of here dumbass.

Well for a start I am tired of stupid questions all around me. Now, I know many of you have grown up listening to the same old cocky phrase, “Go on, and ask a question. How will you learn if you don’t ask?” Well chee I don’t know I guess I can learn by actually paying freaking attention to what the hell is going around me? Now, I know for some things its ok… wait… awesome to ask questions about. Like for example you are doing a math’s sum and you just can’t seem to solve it. You go and ask someone or you are just sitting and suddenly you feel the urge to know the speed of light… what do you do? You ask! Yes, those kind of questions from which you actually learn something are awesome. I am not saying anything to such type of questions. To attain knowledge is the highest honor in my point of view. I am talking about questions like, “Hey, what are you doing?” when the moron can see what is that you are doing. I mean seriously if you have an eye sight problem, you moron, go to an optician so you won’t have to ask WHAT IS THE HELL THAT I AM DOING WHEN YOU CAN SEE WHAT I AM DOING.

Now the phrase about asking questions was made to encourage questions that could be answered and had a purpose not for some stupid talkative blind moron to ask. When confronted they say I am just greeting you, or being courteous or I am just trying to make small talk. Well dumb ass what ever happened to how are you? Hi? Or just keeping you mouth shut? If the other person is not talking it means that he does not wish too. You are not the royal highness of some God forsaken planet that he is dying to talk to you and just can’t find the right words. Now, many of you might take this in the meaning of asking this question any time is wrong. No, sometimes you just can’t figure out what the other person is doing… if that happens and it is obvious to others what he is doing then I suggest you consult a psychiatrist immediately. You are mentally retarded! But for example if you are online or texting a friend then yes asking this question DOES make sense since you actually can’t see and are not psychic! And no, tying a towel behind your back and wearing an effing fake turban on your head with a 100 rupee jewel and looking into some fish bowl does not make you a psychic! The people who believe you along with your own self are also MENTALLY RETARDED AND NEED IMMEDIATE HELP. (Ok there are some cases of true psychic’s out there but the chances of you being one are very slim dumbass!)

Let me phrase an example I am sitting on the sofa listening to songs when this person enters and “just to make small talk” asks hey what are you doing? I mean seriously who does this person think he is? Am I dying to talk to him? NO! Can’t he see what the hell is that I am doing? Apparently not! I answer him with patience obviously acting sympathetic to his “condition” and this guy asks me again hey is that all you are doing? NO JACK ASS I AM INVENTING A NUCLEAR BOMB IN MY HEAD AS WE SPEAK! If you can see that is what I am doing and when its obvious I am doing nothing else then why the hell is this person asking? Oh one more example includes people often asking, “hey, what do you do? (This happened a lot when I was in metric) Now, if soni’s cousin still remembers I answered her and to a lot of people I am enrolled in a program that makes atomic bombs for Pakistan! I mean I am a student what more do you want to know? Will it fulfill your life long dream if I tell you specifically what do I do? Would you care in any way? NO!

Now, another thing about stupid questions. People who actually say, “There is no such thing as a stupid question!” These people have actually not met some of the freaks I know then! I mean sure if its related to a subject you are talking about then yes it is never a stupid question but take this example you are sitting talking about cell phones and your friend who is a gaming freak asks you a question like, “Hey will a butterfly stack with the boots of travel?” what will you do? Now, please don’t say this is not a stupid question! THIS IS THE DUMBEST QUESTION ON THE FACE OF THIS PLANET SINCE THE OTHER PERSON KNOWS YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT WHAT THE EFF HE IS TALKING ABOUT!!

Or for example you are explaining a math problem and your student stand ups and asks you if the 2 on the board can be baked into a pie? Now, if you don’t think this is a stupid question then you also with those blind and psychic bastards need to see a psychiatrist!

Man versus wild versus MUK! (Revised Edition)

Posted in Funny on August 18, 2009 by Dev!l

Writer’s Note: The characters in this story are totally real. The story well may be a little exaggerated and recorded through a paranoid person’s point of view. 😛

Now, as many of you already know that MUK stands for our beloved… Mr. Muhammed Usman Khan but who is wild? Well wild in this story is Mr. Mohsin Hameed… Oh and if you haven’t guessed it, the man in the title is me (Damn your slow upstairs).

Now that the introductions are out of the way, let me start my story. It was just another day with Mohsin and Muk at my place. My finals were going to begin soon (and by soon I mean in like 4 to 5 days) and I was having fun (like always) with my friends. I mean who studies for exams, right? When suddenly out of the blue MUK said, “Hey, HP… Meray chachu ki shadi hai, narowal jana hai shadi pay?” (Now, I know what you are thinking, try explaining that you are going to your friend’s uncle’s wedding to your parents:P)  To be quite honest, at first I thought he was pulling my leg or something but then I saw the look of seriousness in his eyes… the look I always see when he sees a girl (You know, jab bhi koi larki dekhay is ka dil bolay olay olay olay). Now this wasn’t the past when MUK hadn’t discovered girls so I knew he wasn’t you know checking me out so I being the humble, generous and loyal friend, (Yes, I know I am too good to be true, kneel before me you filthy humans :P) in the quest of keeping him happy said yes immediately (over rated you say? Well I don’t and since it’s my essay so shut it).  Plans were made. So, here I was thinking that it would be a great place to unwind and relax but little did I know that a sinister game was afoot… the plans were in motion by the evil master mind MUK… to… KILL ME… KILL ME… KILL ME!!! (Thought of trying out the star flush effect.) Now the real story begins… In this story unlike any other I will tell you about his evil plans, how I foiled them and lived to tell the story (Oh you are gonna get bored but I dun give a beep to you now do I :P)

Evil Plan 1

Codenamed: The Disco Bus!


Well we started off from Mohsin’s place early in the morning and took the bus to save money. Why? Well ask Mohsin -.-‘cheap staking bastard. Soon we were at the “larry adda” (if you don’t know what that means then Google it dumb American ass). Now MUK had made us dream of beautiful centrally air conditioned busses which went to Narowal. We the oh so innocent boys, dreamt the impossible dream forgetting that our dreams were never to be realized. Our glorious ride was a bus like the one in the picture. It was a memento to Michael Jackson and people have the nerve to say we have no taste, I mean those buses can make people dance in such a way while traveling that even Michael would have thought twice about moving! Viva la Bus. Now, our dance instructor was a drunken bastard who loved to make us dance on old pathetic Indian songs, whereas his associate the registrar was a maniac who would open the door after passing each car, yell obscenities at them and then close the door. I mean if you are going to do that then keep the door open you dumb fuck. The driver drove like the clone of Michael Schumacher, wait even that idiot drives more safely than our designated drunken ass. But we held on, we survived!! Yes, we survived… (how else would you be reading this dumbo -.-‘) the horrible music, the amazing driving and the fact of reaching our designation almost 30 minutes before time. Now, who says Pakistani’s aren’t punctual?

Evil Plan 2

Codenamed: Operation Food Kill!!

Now, we were staying alone at a farm house with an orderly. Yes, I say orderly because he looked like he had just escaped from the mental asylum in Tere Naam. Anyhow, now comes the food. You can’t have a visit without food now can you? I mean I go somewhere and there is no food? IMPOSSIBLE!!! So the food well to describe it shortly, the food was of the highest quality. Some dishes are

  • Spice drowned in oil with some potatoes and eggs to fool people
  • Chicken spiced drowned in oil
  • Milk mixed in sugar (The recipe is really simple, all you need is 1 kg sugar and one glass of milk)
  • Rice
  • Mountain Dew and 7up made from the same recipe the milk mixed in sugar was made from except of milk they used water and traces of CO2 this time.

Now you might think… wait you and think? Good joke. Yea, it may seem like that the food was horrible… well it wasn’t ok? I mean we had plenty of fun mixing lots of salt in it and having fishing contests in the oil for potatoes, eggs or chicken! Food and fun combined!

The only downside was us being forced to drink glasses (yes glasses x.x) of milk in “mehmaan nawazi!” (Yea English muk gayi!)

Evil Plan 3

Codenamed: Search for the Lost Lake (Supplementary mission to Operation Food Kill!)

Oh our first adventure was the search for the ever flowing lost lake (Beep you MUK :P) of dilhouzie. Yes, after a 30 minute march we found it! Now, I knew why it was called the LOST LAKE! Because no matter how matter I looked at it I could discern no traces of water anywhere in it. But then I got it, this was Khan territory and sometimes Khan wanted to bath and not get wet or just roll around in the sand like a bunch of asses. I could see the craving of rolling in the sand like an ass in MUK’s eyes but we didn’t let him pursue his life long dream.

Evil Plan 4

Codenamed: Walk of Death from Gurdwara in the Land of Cow SHIT!

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Well we hitched a ride from MUK’s dad to the Gurdwara of Nanak Sahib. From there the stupid idea of visiting the river Ravi was planted into our minds by a man who has an ass for a son. Yes, Muk’s dad. Since, Muk’s car couldn’t transform into a hovercraft like james bond’s and cross a lake, much to his dismay, we decided to go to the river on foot leaving Muk’s dad behind to go back to the village. (Chor aye hum who gariyan:P) We crossed the river on foot and started our journey towards Ravi on foot in freshly ploughed land. It was like walking on clouds… IT WAS EFFING HARD AND REQUIRED MORE ENERGY THAN USUAL!!! Soon, we met some cows. Even though Muk wanted to converse with them and impress them, we pointed the sad fact that they didn’t understand him like the cows in Karachi or Lahore to him. But don’t worry, these cows were real friendly. They had left us plenty of presents to tread upon and they were laying them continuously! BULL SHIT… more like COW SHIT and BUFFALO SHIT to be exact. But we kept walking as “these boots are made for walking and that’s what they will do.” That is one of our companions died. He was closest to me (even though some unnamed sources love them more than I ever can). His death was a painful one as his front was ripped off from the rest of his body. My chappal broke! And the two buttwipes with me decided to have a race. They ran, I walked. They ran harder like I was freaking Jason coming after them to kill them with my broken chappal. Dumbasses, but no matter how hard they tried they couldn’t loose me. I know I am to precious to loose :P. We survived that literally shitty walk.

Evil Plan 5

Codenamed: The Last Ride!

Since we were there officially to attend the wedding and to see a village as MUK had told us that we had never seen one or something, we were forced to attend the wedding of MUK’s chachu. But this was not the evil plan; the evil plan was the ride to MUK’s village with MUK’s dad in his car. We started the journey towards MUK’s village in his car. Just as we got complacent, a horrible screech like sound came from the back of the car, it sounded like a guy was trying to sing some shitty lyrics. For a moment I thought of putting tape on Muk’s mouth and stop him from singing but then I realized it wasn’t him but it was the glorious speakers in his car. “Sorry guys mein cable nae laya werna English ganay chaltay” MUK said innocently as Mohsin and I suffered gravely. Oh how I wanted to stick a cable into him somewhere right then.  His intentions were clear… to make us lose our sanity, bang our heads and die… if you think that this was it? Well then let me tell you, you are underestimating MUK. For soon the concrete road ended and the joy ride began. In all my life, I have ridden many whacky rides in fun fairs, parks etc but none was as deadly and freaky than this one. The car bounced like a basket ball with us inside us. Well on the bright side I knew how a basketball felt now. But we survived again.

Evil Plan 6

Codenamed: The Neglect-ion Trap!

After arriving in his village, we were made to sit to in a small drawing room (its called a bhetak, its basically a room inside or outside someone’s house with an external door connecting it to the street, so people can come and sit in that room without entering the actual house.) At first there were people there who stared at us like we were some aliens or they were the media, we were Lindsay Lohan and they just found out that she was a lesbian. Soon, food arrived for us (since we didn’t even have had breakfast) and people left. I mean sure we may be sometimes sloppy eaters but we can eat in public. Seriously, what did they think we were? We ate the food silently with water. After that MUK said, “I’ll be right back guys” and vanished. Mohsin and I laid down on the charpais there and started to rest (and by rest I mean we slept). Only an hour had gone by when some other guests came and we had to get up. And guess what? MUK was still not there. Now, the room we were made to sit in was perhaps designed by SSG commandos as there was no signal coverage of any cellular network in that room and knowing we were deep within Khan Territories we didn’t want to risk going out alone without a Khan of our own to protect us. Soon, the new comers too started to stare at us like we were some alien beings and started discussing some things after finding out we were just some harmless city slickers. That was when the Neglect-ion Trap was activated. A man arrived and took the leftovers away and served the guests which had just arrived with cold drinks! We stared at the person serving with puppy dog eyes but we were ignored. More guests followed and each one was presented with cold drinks all except us… The idea was simple… make us feel neglected… make us feel like that we didn’t belong in this world and we were inferior to everyone so that we would ourselves kill each other. MUK was absent because he was the only one we knew and could have asked to make us equal to all the other guests by brining us cold drinks too. Pure evil I tell you. But Mohsin and I were pure Beghairats, so we controlled our minds and survived… barely. Oh, and after being confronted with this fact MUK replied, “Who dulhay kay dost thay.” I really wanted to make him a friend of dulha too… a deceased one at that point.

Evil Plan 7

Codenamed: Operation White Snow!

I am a sound sleeper, so after a tiresome day of attending the wedding, I slept like a baby at night. That was when Mohsin and MUK struck me with a bottle of shaving foam found in the toilet. They made a video of it… uh you know I can type a lot about it but it would be easier if I just include the link to make you understand it more easily.

Uh they say a video is worth a million words… write them yourselves.

Evil Plan 8

Codenamed: Boredom Barrage!

After seeing that none of his plans worked and we both were still alive and well, MUK this time took an alternative approach. On the day we were returning to Lahore, he asked his dad to drop us of at Narowal Bus Station. From there his dad got us to sit in an air conditioned bus. This bus had two joint seats. We went and sat at the back. Mohsin and MUK quickly occupied two adjoined seats and I was made to sit alone on their opposite side. The evil plan of MUK was to make a Khan sit with me and have him take advantage of me since he couldn’t do it himself. I being smart laid down on both the seats and made myself comfortable while Mohsin and MUK listened to music on MUK’s cell phone. Soon, the bus picked up more passengers, one of them sat down in the seat that was in front of MUK. He was one of those assholes who think they are the only ones travelling and push their seats way back to the limit, cramping the person behind them. So, he being compelled by his assholic nature did just that and MUK instead of asking that person to move his seat back to its position so he could sit properly too gently pushed the seat in front of him and after failing to move it himself he got up and sat with me saying that the seat in front of him was busted. (Yea just like the fox said the grapes are sour.) Seriously, all he needed at that point was a nikaab and he could have passed for a girl… oh wait I am sorry girls are way more courageous. I just smiled and sat up with my legs on my own seat and me leaning a little against MUK’s seat. Ah, how the mighty have fallen. MUK’s plan of having a Khan sit with me and/or making me watch as he and Mohsin enjoyed himself failed miserably and ended up him having to sit with little old me.

So, this was the highly exaggerated tale of how MUK made attempts on my life and how I survived by luck, ingenuity and shear will power. Apart from this we had total fun in doing what so ever that we did there. That included walking from the Gurdwara, searching for the dried up lake, making MUK’s dad scold MUK for leaving us alone, making MUK mad, watching MUK get tensed due to Mughees, watching as how MUK watched the Louk Sabah ijlas of Indian Government after waby uhh… you know 😛 the whole danda deal 😛 but then again it was just the beginning , attending the wedding etc. So, apart from making fun I had a lot of fun. Thank you to MUK and especially to MUK’s parents for allowing us to visit their village and for making our time there memorable.

Another Love Story…

Posted in Stories. on August 18, 2009 by Dev!l

It was an hour after his classes had finished and he was sitting silently in a corner on the steps to the department. He was a student of BBA and a good one at that. Lots of people usually surrounded him to ask for his consultancy in different assignments or class lectures etc. So, this was the only time of the day he enjoyed alone at the campus. His name was Raz. He loved to help people but at the end of the day he usually grew weary of people trying to take advantage of his good nature and loved to sit alone on these steps in the quiet and savor the day before heading home.
“Ah, another day bites the dust… Thank God I don’t have any work for tomorrow, so might as well enjoy a little quiet time here.” He thought to himself as he watched the clouds on the sky slowly pass by. He enjoyed trying to discern different cloud shapes. Yes, he knew it was pretty childish and it was all in your own imagination but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
He heard someone say something followed by his name, as an instinct his head turned. It was Fami. She was his batch mate. “Excuse me?” Raz said silently with a stern expression clearly showing that he didn’t like being disturbed in his cloud gazing session.
“I asked are you Raz?” she asked in a prudent tone.
Now normally batch fellows know each other by name but that doesn’t mean that they are friends. Same was the case here, Raz being the contemporary genius in his batch was well known yet he had only a few friends and Fami wasn’t one of them. Fami on the other hand was the resident beauty queen with a very strong financial background. Her beauty was a thing of awe and often aroused many thoughts in the minds of people as she used to walk by. Her father was a rich business man and Fami enjoyed every single penny of her father’s hard earned money as she came to the university in different cars 5 days a week. People used to humor her by saying that she matches the color of the car she is going to use today with her suit. But all and all, Fami was a very nice natured girl who didn’t talk much to the boys. She kept to the girls only and was smart enough to glide by her semesters without any difficulty.
Raz obviously knew who she was and that she knew him too but just to complete the formality he answered in a calm voice, “Yes, I am. How may I help you?”
Now to many people this may seem a little rude but apart from Raz’s close friends, which happened to be really few, people only approached him for help. So it had kind of become his usual greating.
“Hi, I am Fami. I was wondering can I have some of your notes for microeconomics class. I had some trouble trying to understand the professor and missed a few points and would be glad if you could lend me your notes so I could copy them.”
“Take that register on the bottom step. Oh and kindly, return them by tomorrow I have to give them to another ‘friend’.” His emphasis on the word ‘friend’ made Fami smile. That was when he concentrated on her face. Now, don’t get me wrong but Raz was that kind of the guy who usually didn’t pay much attention to girls and to him Fami was just another spoilt brat who had missed a lecture and wanted his help. Frankly, he loved staying in his own world. But her smile acted like a magnet for his eyes. He scanned her facial expressions and found them really soothing. No wonder she was dubbed as the unofficial beauty of the department.
After taking the register Fami said the ever so courteous thanks and left him to stare at the clouds again.
The next day Raz didn’t encounter Fami all day long but he got his register through someone else. He of course did not mind.
It was the day after that when Raz was pursuing his regular hobby of watching the clouds go by while sitting on the steps when Fami approached him again.
“Hey… Can I have a seat?”
“More like a step, but be my guest. It’s not like I am the owner.”
“Righttt… Well thanks anyways.”
“Your welcome?”
“Do you even know why am I even thanking you?”
“For letting you sit?”
“NO! For the register. It really helped me out. Seriously, and they call you the resident genius.”
“Well, they call you the resident beauty queen but look at you sitting on the bottom step alone without anyone to stare at you.”
“I would had said you but I see that you are busy watching the clouds go by.”
“Yea. It calms me.”
“Really? Interesting. Do tell me.”
Now as sarcastic as this sentence may sound Fami said it in a serious tone and showed genuine interest. Therefore, Raz silently started telling her about the different things he used to imagine. Many of them no doubt made Fami laugh but when it was her turn, it made Raz laugh out as well. It was a new experience for both of them. The beauty queen finally had a person of the opposite sex who just wanted to talk to her without having any lustful thoughts of proposing her in his mind whereas Raz finally had someone who just wanted to talk to him about something else than studying.
This was the beginning of their friendship. It was her second year in BBA and it took him one more year to realize that she loved Raz. No doubt, she had appreciated Raz for a longer time than that but his attitude towards girls always made her feel a little awkward about him. Honestly speaking there was a point in her first year when she thought that Raz must be a gay. As for Raz, well he was quite surprised when the most beautiful girl on the campus proposed to him and told him that she loved him. Raz didn’t actually care about the beauty but it was Fami’s magnetic smile and her personality that had attracted him. He too had silently fell head over heals for her. He accepted her proposal and the years of their commitment began. They enjoyed 4 years of commitment and studying together after that as Fami being the rich girl got admission in the same place Raz got admission. They enjoyed long walks together, their cloud watching sessions, having an occasional cup of coffee etc. Now a lot of you might think that they would have had their first kiss or must have held hands in these four years, but you are wrong. For you see, Raz was a perfect gentleman, he treated Fami with respect and never thought of touching her. She too had responded in the same way and not like the girls of today who jump on their boyfriends if they don’t touch them, had been a perfect lady. Their feeling of love grew each time their eyes made contact and this surpassed any feeling of contentment they might have had by touching.
Yes, by the rate this story is progressing you might have had guessed it, its time for the society to come in between the two most purest of lovers and make them part. This time it was Raz’s mother. Fami’s parents never had any objection as they only wanted her happiness. But Raz’s mother wanted to marry him into her own family. Now, I don’t know much about the marriage customs of any country but in our country this battle often takes place as the mother and father fight tooth and nail with each other to marry their son into their own family. The father wants to wed his glorious heir with his relatives while the mother wants to marry the star of her eyes in her family. Raz’s father had no objection to their wedding but Raz’s mother didn’t cave in. Raz being the obedient and loving son did cave in however and decided to sacrifice his love. Fami’s parents respected his decision and didn’t blame him though they were awfully quick to engage Fami to another guy and make her go abroad. Now comes the irony in the story like all other love stories, Raz’s mom, after seeing how much Raz cried each night in solitude for Fami finally caved in but it was too late. It was the date that Fami left for U.K. Now it became clear, although Fami’s parents showed no objection but they did have them and as soon as Raz’s mother showed the slightest chance of having cold feet they engaged Fami to someone without asking for her approval.
Needless to say the pain of separation was too much for Raz for everything reminded him of her. He wanted to leave the city in which his heart was burnt and left to cry tears of blood, he wanted only one thing… to be with her. The only thing which made him go on was the fact that she must be happy. He soon skipped the city and found job in an international bank. The bank after seeing his potential sent him to their head branch in Scotland. Here, as fate would have it, one of Fami’s uncles lived. He owned plenty of apartments and flats all over Scotland and after hearing that Raz had come to Scotland offered him one. Raz denied stating the simple fact that even her uncle reminded him of her. He did exchange the common courtesies of exchanging numbers and promising to contact if he ever had any trouble and needed something.
Five months later, Raz had settled down in Scotland and had drowned himself completely in work. He had become a workaholic just so he could forget her memories. Now, a lot of you might be thinking of criticizing his love by saying things like how can you forget the one you love blah blah, well truth be told those who love know that it’s impossible to think about someone 24/7. You think about the person you love only when your mind is at ease and finds some space and time to think, if you drown yourself in work and concentrate on nothing else there would be a point when the only thing going through your mind would be the work at hand. Yes, if you would stop working and let your mind wander then your mind will think. Your mind will remind you of what you lost and what you gained… For I too agree that one can only temporarily forget his true love. Anyhow, it was then when it happened… It was just another holiday with Raz working his ass off when his phone wrong. He picked it up. From the other side a voice that was forever burnt upon his heart spoke in an accent that made him want to… well… die. It was Fami and she was crying… Of course she didn’t say that but he knew how badly she was crying when she said Hello Raz? Two tears from both eyes rolled down Raz’s cheek. “Yes?” he said controlling his voice… A long silence followed and then a voice broke the silence… a silence Raz would never forget… A teary voice crackled through the speaker saying, “Raz, I still love you!” Before he could reply the line was dropped by Fami and Raz just sat there crying like a baby for the rest of the day.

Writer’s Note: Now a lot of you would be like, hey what’s new in this story? It’s the same old love crap we have grown up reading about. Well the only thing different about this story is that it’s a true love story. Of course I have conjured up the starting dialogues between Raz and Fami but I was told that Raz and I had the same personalities. This is the story of one of my university friend’s brother. Of course I have changed the names but the rest is cent percent true and I have just narrated the story (with the exception of the starting dialogue, mind you the concept of the dialogue has not been changed) as it was told to me. Although I wanted to tell the original ending told to me in which my friend just said that his brother cried for a whole day after that call but I just felt it would suffice to not to push the imagination of those people who have never loved and would dub the feat of crying a whole 24 hours impossible.