from the pen of Ibrahim Nisar Khalil (ink)…

Another Bullshit in my career leads me to joblessness, yet again , its unbearable and shattered me to bits. Came as an Exclamation mark to all the enthusiasm and affection towards my work and workplace.

They say i could have averted this catastrophe had i denied the charges and lied to my boss. But little do they know that i have put a strong Period to falsehood in all its shades. Honesty and straightforwardness is my new cookbook for living.

Question is am i able to continue my career as WD or its time to think over getting the Pen & Paper out of the oblivion? I am struggling in getting myself back to pixel mania and have so far dropped more then half a dozen resumes in different parts of the city, and yes i went as far as the other end of the city i have never known; all by myself. Its been an experience of its own, so far i have had it twice with the first one in yesteryear being less dramatic and cost-effective then the present. The Situation is worse down here. Joblessness misery coupled with unprecedented dept and arrears haunting me day and night. Prayers and quest makes things better and keeps me alive else all these Question Marks are making me sick big time.

Lo! it’s the 1st day of Ramadan

While i am busy with my office and hostel affairs in Islamabad back at home in Peshawar many a good new’s has occurred this week.
My Sister has successfully cleared her HSSC along with my Cousin-cum-Fiancee. Also the Monsoon Rains got its way to Peshawar.
In Islamabad the weather is so good it can’t be better. The Nature is afresh with the welcoming monsoon rains. And at my office here i am sitting infront of my workstation, got a new slot; provided with a new webcam and a Pay raise that makes me feel more confident and accomplished at my career.
That said i happily resume my work and end this article, and of course Gifts to buy aswell.

With all its might and acclaim the German Forces failed to proceed in the FIFA Football battlefield. There defeat seemed some how inevitable in the face of spanish offenses occurring momentarily from the very start .

I wanted the German’s to win and i still can’t face the ugly truth. Spain played with style and quality performance. It couldn’t be more better. 

The cup is already seen in the hands of Spain – Hispania!. ( I just taught a word to my electronic dictionary here :0 ) .

Cheers!

Eventually after much deliberation i came to the conclusion that i can’t not live in G12 any loner. so i have moved back to G8. back to my friends and cousin. its the very place that gave me my the outdoor experience after i left my Granpa’s Dwelling in F11. hope life will be easy again. so far its going well. i am also on a look out for evening study program.

Mourning and praying for the little soul that fell victim of suicide bombing on April 19 2010, when a bomb exploded on the front gate of my beloved Police Public school. ” I wanted to cry for what i was seeing on the television and that a little boy has lost his life”, were the words of my cousin who also had his educational life spent in the same school with me.

I called home to know that my younger brother is safe, he had left the school just a while ago when this tragedy took place. I thanked God and prayed for the unfortunates who didn’t know that the start of the week will bring such a despicable incident.

I can’t find the right words that will rightfully express my feelings.

Perhaps this beautiful tune from A.R.Rahman and Lata Mangeshkar, (from the film “Pukar” ) speaks well for my soul.

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Ek Tu Hi Bharosa

aa jaao ki sab milke rab se duaa maangein

jivan mein sukuun chaahein chaahat mein wafaa maangein

haalaat badalne mein ab der na ho maalik

ek tu hi bharosa ek tu hi sahaara

is tere jahaan mein nahin koi hamaara

he ishwar ya allaah yeh pukaar sun le

he ishwar ya allaah he daata

ham se na dekha jaaye barbaadiyon ka samaan

ujari huyi basti mein ye tarap rahe insaan

nanhe jismon ke tukre liye khari hai ek maan

baaruud ke dhuyein mein tu hi bol jaaye kahaan

naadaan hain ham to maalik kyon di hamein yeh sazaa

ya hai sabhi ke dil mein nafrat ka zahar bharaa

inhein phir se yaad dilaa de sabaq vohi pyaar ka

ban jaaye gulshan phir se kaanTon bhari duniya

meri pukaar sun le

My Irish born nephew Muhammad is coming to Pakistan tomorrow. A maiden voyage of his and the the first glance of his for us and other relatives who has been waiting for his arrival back home for more then month.

Yet i can’t reach out to anyone what time they will arrive  and see him at the airport;  mostly due to my own employments some necessary others not.

I will meet him soon, i am abundantly excited to see him and why shouldn’t i be after all he is my nephew.

Lots of love to my Nephew: Muhammad, brother of Gulalai and Mulalai.

As soon as we entered  the mohallah the marvel  that we witnessed was unbelievable, the street(mohallah) of our village was alight with tube lights and energy savers every 20 feet of distance from each other. Never has been there such an illumination done whether its a ceremony of wedding  or any other.

My first expressions were directed in favor of our MNA Dr.Arbab Alamgir, who has recently installed a new transformer in our area. But i found later that this was the work of our own mohallah commission who sits every sunday night to discuss issues that needs attention and collect money for the welfare work.

Seeing the well lit street i wished that the lights will last for long and more work such as the sanitary and drainage problem will also be put under serious consideration of the commission.