silliness

i found this scribbled in a small diary when i was looking for something else.
wonder when and why i wrote this...

titled : bare feet robbers

they robbed and robbed. had so much money but why did they never bought a pair of shoes?
or at least stole one? hah !

on being anti men

when mubi thought that...

Men are pretty little girls

people said...

chacha homer: its good you guys are finally accepting us as one of your own :D

doci anni: that is quite a controversial thing to say :p

mha: someone told me you're really anti men since always, so understand your dissing me :p :p

S.s : leme think.....


I. N: blahhhh

soso: profound insight. btw what gender is it again?

fathers day

i got a text from a friend

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

father: please hold my hand

girl: no dad, you hold my hand.

father: whats the difference?

girl: if i hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that i may let your hand go. but if you hold my hand i know for sure you will never let my hand go !

however, in mubi's life things are a bit different


one day
mubi: papa i was thinking....

papa : are you asking me or are you telling me ?

mubi wondering and attempting to sound clever: umm telling you?

papa giving mubi a look

mubi: *sigh* FINE asking you

papa: hmm much better young lady

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another one day

mubi driving

papa hands clutched on the handbrake

mubi: papa will you please take your hand off it and let me drive?

papa: it feels good this way

mubi and papa in the car in the garage

papa: so are we there yet?

mubi: ya i guess...

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papa: does my beard look overgrown?

mubi: hmmm no it looks fine

papa: ok im going to the barber to get my bread trim

mubi: ok

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mubi and papa in a conversation from two different floors

papa on 1st floor: where is that covering sheet?

mubi on ground floor: its the green one from the top. there are 3 sheets on my chair

papa: green? there is no green !!!

mubi runs upstairs and smartly shows papa the green one

mubi: see, this one !

papa astonished: and this is green?

mubi: oh i forgot...

papa: what?

mubi being cheeky: that you cant recognize colours

papa: says who?

mubi: a wild guess !

the mystery house

Back in the 19th century California, there lived a psychic rifle heiress, Sarah Winchester, who built a house continuously for 38 years to keep the spirits of the dead happy. watch the link. i would definitely want to visit this place !

something i googled: Winchester inherited more than $20.5 million upon her husband's death. She also received nearly 50 percent ownership of the Winchester Repeating Arms Company, giving her an income of roughly $1,000 per day, none of which was taxable until 1913. This amount is roughly equivalent to $21,000 a day in 2008. WOW !

first day at work

i talked to the guards outside and they gave me a fancy little OLD overused card that i had to touch it to the oooooooooohhhhhhhhh device and the tada the door opens!!!! ooooooohhhh

the guard took me to a wrong office of a tall and beautiful lady, where the plate said "marketing and planning". she saw me i saw her and we both were like 'eerrrr'. then i told her what i am here for. so the only female person in the building took me to a door, pointed towards it and then made her way forward. for a second i was lost and i was like ''err this door?'' she turned slightly, kept walking at the same time and with her lovely smile said ''yes''.

i stood there disappointed thinking thats the end of the journey for me and the beautiful lady?

the door awaits to be opened. i open it and then follows the conversation

me: er AOA, is so and so here?

he: no hes not

me: err but he told me come here at 1 pm

he: but hes not here

me: then where is he...

he: hes in karachi for a month now

me totally baffled but hid my expression: umm thats weird coz i talked to him only yesterday

he seriously stares at me for a while

i stare back

he chuckled and said: come in come in, i m so and so

me baffled again and then haha hehehe haha i go (exaggerated)

first day of internships are boring. at least it was for me. it involved a lot of waiting for the reporter guy who i was supposed to work with. thus i just sat and sat and read and read all the newspapers they had. the so and so monitering cum funny guy tried keeping up a conversation and we got along well. but me being me didnt say much since he kept telling me that a little more wait and the reporter will be here in no time and so will be the other interns. he tried giving me a good company until he started smoking. then came another reporter. he hurried towards his desk and typing away he went with a cigarette in one hand. that made it two people smoking.

i was afraid i would get cramps by just sitting there forever. to move a muscle or two i turned a bit and inspected the room. i noticed one really really old guy sitting at the end of the L shaped room with huge thick glasses with really weak eyesight doing what? engrossed in reading something and..... yes smoking. so that made it three men smoking and the fourth a passive smoker, that would be me.

when i was done reading papers, counting the number of people in the room, counting the montiers in the room, i was left with one more task - counting the ACs, three they were, SABRO but quite old. i was amazed they were still working. oh and there was one tv as well. which was turned on later when we heard about a blast in Garhi Shahu a busy residential and commerical area.

finally the reporter whom i was waiting for arrived and i was handed over to the non smoker reporter. we chatted a bit after which i said ''okkaaay that means i am at the wrong place'' and he said maybe, its upto you. i was so bored that i felt no way am i going to do this internship. while i was still thinking of running away from the ancient, cobweb ridden room that the senior reporter cum monitering cum funny guy called me to meet their resident editor. i excused the non smoker reporter and rushed to another office. my legs were stuck from sitting in two chairs one after the other. i really wanted to get out of the room. more than pleased i walked to the resident editor's office where he was SMOKING bingo! and watching the recent blast news. i had a little chit chat with the editor and by the end of our conversation cum interview cum i dont know what he gave me an assignment to work on with the deadline for this tuesday. and i said ''hmm thats more than enough time'' mental note mubi try to keep your mouth shut! so i put myself into handing over my report by tuesday when i know i am the lazinest person on this planet for the time being.

it was finally chutiiii time wohoo, yay! home sweet home here i come. so i exchanged 'cyas' with the reporters and editor and rushed out the building but only after i scanned the entry card on the security screen. the end of my first at work. oh and ya the two other interns didnt turn up who happen to be some girls from the same college i go to.

this is the card i got and something funny caught my attention :p

did u notice? ;)

somethings are said and some are said without saying

you know the funny thing is on the outside i was an honest man, straight as an arrow. i had to come to prison to be a crook
-andy dufresne, shawkshank redemption

"I think I'll be a clown when I get grown," said Dill. "Yes, sir, a clown.... There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off."

"You got it backwards, Dill," said Jem. "Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them."
-To Kill a Mocking Bird

'the guilty commit the crime, the innocent are punished. thats the world we live in .
-the case of exploding mangoes

Landon: Listen, Jamie, I was hoping we could run lines together?
Jamie: Okay, but just not so anybody knows, right?
Landon: Well I just figured we could surprise everyone with how good I get.
Jamie: Like we could be secret friends.
Landon: Exactly, exactly it's like you're reading my mind.
Jamie: Great umm... maybe you could read mine.
[she gives him a cold glare and turns away]
-a walk to remember


Father Janovich: Why didn't you call the police?
Walt Kowalski: Well you know, I prayed for them to come but nobody answered.
-gran torino


Maula jutt: maulay nu maula na maaray tay maula nai marda oye!
-maula jat

chalo chalo lets get ahead of auntie
-some kids in the neighbourhood :/

three eggs cracked...

mubi was scrubbing and rubbing and polishing the fridge while mum has her best conversation ever

two women are engaged in an intense conversation about the relations of the family, the ones that go like 'woh kis ka beta tha...' 'us ki biwi taya kay betay ki beti thi jo ab apni nand kay shukar ki khala zaat behan hai, us ki ma meray mamoo ki biwi ki phophii thi...' these kind of long LONG relationship talk where the root to the family tree is trying to be discovered.

khala: tanveer ka mian/ shawher fareeda ka bhai hai

mama: tanveer ka?

khala: haan..dekho...jo tanvee..

mama: tanveer mard ka naam hai?

mubi chuckles and bursts in laughter.

mama: kia? tanveer aurat hai?

mubi: obviously ma, Pakistan mai abi tak gay marriages legal nai hoi !!


as an afterthought mubi ended up breaking 3 eggs....