Dil Dil Pakistan, Jan Jan Pakistan!!

14th August, 1947!
Rings any bell? yes, it was the day when our great country Pakistan was born. A great leader Quad-e-Azam Mohammad Ali Jinnah tireless and continuous efforts were materialized and this was the day he saw his dream come true. The nation which was built on three important things.

• Faith
• Unity
• Discipline

Alaaaas =(, first of all me and then my nation severly lacks any of these 3 thigns mentioned by our Quad, our Bani-e-Wattan and our great leader. Lemme discuss a little of all these things.

Faith:
Faith has many forms in our daily lives. We, being a muslim first of all should have faith in Allah. This is the most important thing is our life and should be. A hopeless and faithless man is a danger for himself and others as well. If we have faith in Allah then we can get through any trouble, any misfortune and any disaster, why? Because we believe that Allah has the greatest power over all things and is the only one who can turn bad things good, turn day into night and show us a rainbow after a storm! If we really think about this point it'll lift us up both spiritually and morally.
Now faith can also be in each other. Because our Prophet Mohammad (S.A.W) said Muslims are like a body, if one part is hurt. The whole body feels the pain. This is how we should be, we should have faith in each other and help each other our in time of trouble. If i am having a bad time, i should have faith in my neighbor Pakistani people that I've their back! If i am going outside town, i should have faith in my Pakistani friends that they'll look after my family. If i am doing a job which is for a good cause but low pay like Police, civil defense or gov. doctor, i should have faith in my Muslim Pakistani government that they'll take care of my monitory problems.
Faith can take so many forms and each and every form has its own good points, no bad points at all but Alas we are a nation with no faith at all. No faith in government, no faith in our other Pakistani brothers, no faith in Police, no faith in Army, no faith in Maulanas, no faith in Pak Ruppee, no faith in anything at all =(.

Unity:
"United we stand, divided we fall"

In class 2 or may be 3 we used to write this story where one guy has 3 kids. This guy is about to die but he is worried because his kids are always fighting with each other so he asks them to bring wood sticks from jungle. Then he asks all of them to break one stick, which they do very easily. Then he asks them to bundle up all the sticks and now try to break the bundle and they can't. The moral of the story was "Unity is strength".
Back in those time, i mean the same time when i was in class 2-3.. i had no idea about unity? all i could see was my friends all around me. I couldn't see or feel the color difference, the racial difference, the ethnic difference, the language difference, the religion difference... nothing at all. They were just my good brothers, good friends.... but because of the constant feed from our leaders, our maulanas and in some cases our friends/families and relatives, i slowly started seeing the difference. I would no more try to hangout with Punjabis because they were so called the moochers of Pakistan. I would try to stay away from Shias because they were Kaffirs as my molvis would say in their Jumma sermon. I would not eat with Christians because this is Kuffar as per Molvis!
My question is, why these so called leaders are not doing their jobs properly? Why don't they preach the unity message as our greatest leader of all time Mohammad (S.A.W) said
"All mankind is from Adam and Eve, an Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab; also a white has no superiority over a black nor a black has any superiority over white except by piety and good action."

Why can't we just erased everything as see each other just as muslims? Why? why? why can't we?

Discipline:
My mamoo came back from a trip to China, he showed me a pic. In the picture, there were many people standing in line on a factory gate. I was like "Mamoo, yeah kia factorty keh andar ja rahe hain?" Mamoo smiled and replied, "Nahi baita, inhe chutti hogaye hai aur yeah line bana kar factory seh nikal rahe hain". This is discipline. In America or Europe, there is no lock on newspaper stands, or no one guarding it. You just throw in a few coins and the box opens. If u want to, you can take as many as u want but they don't.
Last night i was having dinner at my friends apartment and there someone was telling us a story of his friend who was working in Japan. He said that there was a vending machine outside their building, once he was trying to take a juice from it. He inserted a coin in it and the coin came out from the lower pocket and so did the bottle. He was like woohooo, jackpot. He tried again and another bottle popped out also returning the coin. This guy went berserk and popped out a dozen bottles. This was not enough, he went to his shared apartment and told his other friends as well who did the same and popped out a couple of dozen bottles. This Pakistani guy's greed was not over yet, he thought of going again and getting some more bottles. As he went back to the machine he saw a japanese guy standing near the machine. He stood there and watched him. The japanese guy tossed in a coin and the bottle came out but so did the coin. He was a little confused, he placed the bottle on the top of the machine and tried again and same thing happened. Confused as he was, he went to the nearby phone booth... went through the yellow pages and called somewhere. Then leaving the bottles on the machine he left.

The Pakistani guy stood there waiting for the area to be cleared when a van came and guys wearing company outfit came out. They were the people from the company who owns the vending machine. They pulled out the machine from the place and took it away with them.
The point is, we have no discipline at all. We honk as soon as we see the lights turn green. We park our cars right infront of NO PARKING boards. We through our trash outside the trash drums. We try to get at the head of the line by pushing and yelling. We don't leave our seats for elder people to sit in. We don't pay our taxes. We don't have a single drop of disciplinary material in our blood.
"Our duty is other guy's right". If we do out duties on time and properly, the other person will get his right. If everyone keeps doing work in this manner, the whole society will be a tranquil place which requires no police or army to control like Switzerland!

The irony is, west learnt all the "gurrs" of their technology and civilized modern era from great muslim empires and scientists. Look at us now, where we stand? To bring up outselves, we have to first change ourselves rather than pointing fingers at others. We have to step up and be a good muslim first because Islam is the key to all success in every manner. A good muslim can be a good scientist, leader, writer, poet, soldier and anything. This is how we should think and act. This is what our priority should be. This is what our aim should be....

I end my blog with Allama Iqbal's shair,
"Firqa bandi hay kaheen aur kaheen zatein hain

kya zamane mein panapne ki yahee batein hain
Tum syed bhi ho Mirza bhi ho Afghan bhi ho

tum sabhi kuchh ho batao ki musalman bhi ho"

Pakistan Zindabad!

Legends' of da Dawgg (Gamophile history) Part-2

And the legend continues.....
The second era of my gaming disease began when i stepped in GIKI. From here the disease (i am calling it a disease because i have infected many others with this virus as well).


The First Idol (5 BG, 1st Semester-Year 2000):

Now you'll say whats with the BG? BG stands for Before Graduation. I have divided my life in BG and AG periods because they are totally different times in my life.

For the first 2-3 months in GIKI i had no computer, so i couldn't play anything but still i used to play Dave in PC-Lab..hahahaha. What a whacko!! =P. Anyways i got y first mean machine by the end of Oct, 2000. For that machine, i lied with my Mom like hell (I felt sorry for it because she spent a lot on it out of her budget) and i told her that i need all this stuff (512 mb, 1.6 celeron, 32 mb Nvidia card etc) for programming which had nothing to do with me in a 1000 miles. Khair i still bought the machine and returned home (GIKI, yes.. not the one in Gulbahar) with pomp and show.

The infestation begins:
In the time of 5 BG, whenever i used to roam around in my hostel i heard crazy voices coming from my seniors's rooms.

"My life for Aiur",
"Carrier has arrived",
"Huuuuuua, Huuaaaaa, Huaaaa"

They were cussing each other, hitting their CPUs, constantly clicking on the screen here and there and i used to wonder what the fuck is wrong with them? What are they playing which is making them go insane?. I have to try this as well. This is the point where i started playing my first ever lan game....

STARCRAFT - Broodwar:

Though i had no idea about RTS games and also it was my first time playing a game with a mouse and keyboard control but i learnt all that pretty fast. The first alias i ever kept on Starcraft or any LAN based game was "Mast-Khare" (which means a naughty citizen in Pushto). To be honest, i never was a very good player in Brood. I recall myself as an avg one but my team still managed to beat the hell out of the best team in the brood tourneys, twice (2001-2002). I still cherish those wins as it was really funny to see the embarrassment on the faces of those pros who got smacked by nOObs (they thought we were).
This game had only 3 races.. Tarrens, Zergs and Protoss. The aim was to build army, defend ur base and destroy enemy base and forces. Compared to new RTS games it had quite a few unit control options and unit diversity but it skill was fun to play.

Quake II:

This game remained with me for a longer time and i was good at it, much better than Brood. I am naturally more talented in FPS games rather than RTS games. But because of immense practise, i got better at some RTS games as well (In GIKI). Quake II was the first game with high adrenaline rush for me... infact every FPS game is. I love them all like hell. The feeling you get when u are overpowering everyone whos online at that time. You feel like the king of them, you mercilessly rail them again and again and again. Their bodies blown up in smithereens.. you rail their body parts again just to enjoy the victory! Mayeeeeeeeeeeen!!!.
According to most of the Quakers, Rail requires the most skill in Quake II...I was good at rail gun. But the batch 8 guys were waaaaaaaaaaaaay more awesome man. I was enjoying my wins over my batchmates and smacking their asses like hell. The only guy who gave me some competition was Sarfi... he used to be really good with rocket launcher.
Then the day came when i joined a game played by batch 8 guys... through all that session, i just spawned and got railed from nowhere by someone i didn't even see. Maaaaaaayeeen, they were really really goood.... Khair still it was a good time and i can never ever forget it.
The aim of the game was to kill any opponent you see and the one who kills the most is the winner. The only map we used to play was Edge. The different guns were, rocket launcher, rail gun, gattling gun, shotgun, grenade launcher etc.

Will write more about other games and later....

Aloha Seniore'

So this is my first blog on this site. Shifted from MSN spaces because it was too heavy site for some folks to open with their slow dial up connections. Anyways, cherish this moment guys cuz Vicki da Dawgg is writing here now :D.