Just another aimless guy across the bridge

In the silence of dazzling midnight, escaping from the chaos of a third world order country. The place where crowds of lowest caliber hassle to fill in their tummies, where the strings of inapplicable restrictions sew the lips of about 90% of psychopathic lunatics, slumbering an aimless and useless life.


From the suburbs to the most eccentrics parts of the city, a wave of passion ascends slowly till the day, where it reaches its peak. With a few sizzling spikes on his head and driving like the Schumacher brothers, approaching the speed of light. He could feel hundreds of eyes catching a glimpse of his captivating Mercedes.


On occasions, he felt proud but most of the times, arrogant. It wasn't his fault at all because reasonably, his good times taught him this egocentric lesson. His wallet always remained  full till the end of very month - the day that brought another ten thousand inflating Pak rupees to his pocket by his filthy dad, the most plushest guy he ever saw on the face of this planet. His mother, the most heedless creature, was a party animal. A mis timely trait that relocated into him - he was socially hyper. He was a cool, nasty, flirty bitch; in the circle of his friends. He loved to shine, to dominate, to crush, to roar, to win, to be the coolest emo in this universe.


He was an under-rated punk, with a rebellious guerrilla hidden under the scum. The Guerrilla like Castro, Zapata or Che Guevara that would fight against all for his personal rights and modern liberty. He believed in what he did and did what he believed - when depress he either would smoke up a few cigarettes or gulp a few sips of branded Sam Adams beer.


His secrets were even deeper and dark - but a piece of ordinary diary page in the eyes of the elite class, he lived in. For the last three months, he experienced a havoc seven break-ups; sometimes the girl was careless, sometimes he was casual, sometimes the thingie wasn't a masterpiece, sometimes the slut was a cheater or sometimes too childish or annoying. Doesn't matter to him - he was a wealthy heir, adorably cute that girls may talk about him for weeks, great masculine physique that made him bullying his fellow nerds with a threat of staging a public 'phadda', a chain smoker which would play the guitar not exactly but a lot like Slash. Twice a day, he would drive to the most expensive restaurant of the city and and overjoy by chawing the finest chicken steak or spare the dusk fogging out a chocolate flavored sheesha.


He was a branded man, wearing branded shoes, branded T-shirts, branded denim jeans that hung at the edge of his hips. He loved to make just about everything from his fuzzy brown hair, regularly an Afro or sometimes rarely a Mohawk - he didn't mind. All he wanted to achieve was some sort of distinction or greatness to immortalize his satisfaction. 


For the last eighteen years of his newly ripen life, he did every thing to embellish his blurred path of  life - a number of which the one of his age must have felt ashamed of  doing of. It didn't mattered to him, the horse of his life raced blindly around the course of never-ending madness. He often agrees by nodding  his head - he has drowned in the sea, sea that chymifies religiosity, devoutness and unearthliness. Oh! someday he'll find a way out - yeah! hopefully someday.

Cursing Yourself for Past Mistakes

"Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain."

(Khalil Gibran)

How do you deal with your past mistakes?

Today, I'd like to recommend a great way to burden your mind, waste time, and lower your self-esteem.


It's called Cursing Yourself for Past Mistakes.

Try it out on yourself and people you dislike! It's very easy to do, and anyone can do it. It’s great for injecting endless hours of frustration and stress into your life!

I've known many people who do this very well, but just in case you're having some difficulty, here are some pointers to send you on your way?

First, think of all the things you did or failed to do in the past.

Especially, things which you cannot do anything about it now. Constantly remind yourself of them and beat yourself up for them.

A good way to do this is to keep whining about them. If you can regularly complain to others, it is even better! Remember to sigh a lot too. There's nothing like constant verbal repetition for these past mistakes to really stick. Then, tell yourself that you'll never be able to adjust your behavior to prevent similar errors in future. Learning from mistakes just never crossed your mind. Remember, self-improvement is a myth.

This kind of thinking will start a vicious cycle. Remembering how incapable, unlovable, and foolish you are will enable you to continue repeating past mistakes. Now this part is essential in order for the entire self-loathing process to work.

In no time, you'll be able to whittle your self-esteem down to such a degree that you will have no problem thinking you're absolutely incapable of success and happiness. The strategy is laughably simple: reinforce negative thoughts and experiences and they will inevitably lead to negative feelings and outcomes.

Remember, you are not special, you are not unique. The world simply doesn't need another loser like you. If you're doing everything right, by this time, you would have lost most of your friends, alienated your family members, lost your appetite for food and life, and are looking forward to a lonely, meaningless existence.

So, if you're ever bored, and need to kill some time, depress your spirit and embrace failure as lord of your life, try cursing yourself for past mistakes. Have fun!

Bill Gates speech: 11 rules kids did not and will not learn in school

Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it! 

Rule 2: The world doesn't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself. 

Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both. 

Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss. 

Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity. 

Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them. 

Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room. 

Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life. 

Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time. 

Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs. 

Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.

"Evergreen Sayings"

"Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought." 

(Robert Browning)

"In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us."
(Charles Baudelaire)

"The greatest inspiration is often born of desperation."
(Comer Cotrell)

"He just couldn't quite get his leg over."
(Jonathan Agnew - over Ian Botham's 'Leg-over incident')

Wake up the dawn and ask her why;
A dreamer dreams, she never dies
Wipe that tear away now from your eye.
(Noel Gallagher - for Oasis's song 'Champagne Supernova')

"Dr. Livingstone, I presume?"
(Henry Morton Stanley - on finding the lost David Livingstone in Africa)

"If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you."
(Oscar Wilde)

"In life, as in football, you won’t go far unless you know where the goalposts are."
(Arnold H. Glasgow)

"Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called 'Ego'."
(Friedrich Nietzsche)

"A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval."
(Mark Twain)

“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.”
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)

"Confidence... thrives on honesty, on honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection and on unselfish performance. Without them it cannot live."
(Franklin D. Roosevelt)

"Nothing exists except atoms and empty space; everything else is opinion."
(Democritus)

"Just when you think you know the answers, I change the questions."
(Rowdy Roddy Piper)

"The important thing about that freedom train, is it's got to climb mountains. We all have to climb mountains, you know. Mountains that go way up high, and mountains that go deep and low. Yes, we know what those mountains are here at Glide. We sing about them."
(Reverend Williams - for movie 'The Pursuit of Happyness')

A joke of Communist Times...!

Soviet Leader Mikhail Gorbachev is welcomed by East German Leader Erich Honecker (R) with a fraternal kiss in East Berlin after the Gorbachev's arrive to celebrate the 40th anniversary of East Berlin.

Erich Honnecker (the president of East Germany) was invited to Moscow by Gorbachev for a visit. After weeks of preparation by Gorby, Honnecker arrives in Moscow. As part of the celebration activities, there is a big parade through the streets of Moscow. While the two are watching the parade, Gorbachev takes a small boy aside and asks him, "Who is your mother?" The child replies, "Mother Russia." "And who is your father?", asks Gorbachev. The boy answers, "Why, its you Uncle Gorbachev!". Finally Gorbachev asks the boy, "and what do you want to be when you grow up?". The boy proudly replies, "a good communist!". 

Erich Honnecker, meanwhile, has been watching this and is very impressed. So impressed, that he decides to invite Gorbachev to [East] Berlin for a visit. Again, after weeks of preparation, Gorbachev's plane lands in Berlin. And again, part of the celebration includes a parade. Remembering what Gorbachev did in Moscow, Honnecker repeats the scene: He asks a little boy in the crowd, "Who is your mother?" The child replies "the GDR [German Democratic Republic - East Germany]." "And who is your father?", asks Honnecker. "Why, its you Uncle Honnecker!", replies the child. "And what do you want to be when you grow up?" queries Honnecker. Without hesitation, the boy replies "an orphan."