I guess it wasnt Written

I guess I shouldn't have written it , rather said it , but these are too me, the most honest words , I ever wrote  on the morning of  Aug 2009


"i write to you cuz i cant stop thinking about you , there is evrything about you that is so great , your a genious , your smart intelligent and you hate your job , i write this not with any hope or despair but i just want you to know how i felt since the day i saw you. you are the coolest person on the planet and it would have been great knowing you but i guess it isnt written, is it. the only good thing about the two stupid years that i taught in KU was that i got to meet you and thats make it all worth while. i wish you all the best in life , i hope you read it and i hope you believe it"
 2:08 am , 29th August 2009


I wish you the best in life , may you have the most blessed life ever.

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The true story of Haiderabad

The normal history of Hyderabad would tell you , that it was founded by Mian Ghulam Shah , some time in the 1700s , it is the second largest city of Sindh and 5th Largest one of Pakistan and Muhammad Bin Qasim who came to conquer and loot and later on , the history was altered to make him one of the greatest Muslim hero of the times , came through the gates of Sindh.

But this is the official story of Hyderabad , In  real there was a man by the name of Haider who purchased the place and hence the name Hyderabad

 He had two sons , one was Qasim upon whom Qasimabad is named.








The other one was Latif and the area Latifabad , Came into being.















Both the sons were in love with Raani and therefore they made a park for her and named it Raani Bagh.

Raani Was in love with Qasim and she married him , Latif was so disheartened , that he lost his senses , Haider Shah was so worried for his son , that he constructed a special institution just for the ones , who were like his son.

Latif was called Giddu by people who loved him and the place where Giddu started to live after he had his heart broken was commonly called Giddu Khana , the name finally evolved into what is now known as the Giddu Bandar.

This is a true story !!!!

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The one who isnt important

I wish to write words that would make an impact , touch the lives of people , i want to write about her beauty , her smile , her voice , her dimples , her everything , i want to write in a way , that would make everyone fall in love with her , the way i have fallen for her , i look at her pictures , i save them from the net  , I reread the small conversation we had , i do everything to stay in connected with her.

I don’t know , why i haven’t had someone in my life , who would love me like that , would think about me the way i think about her , but i guess , all this is something , that is secondary.

This small life that i am living , i am happy, I have had a moment that i got to share with her , dream of her, feel that little tinge in the heart because of her.

For her , I am the one who is not significant , a friend who isnt there ,a lie that holds some truth , a feeling that is hidden , a good excuse , a partner who is neither near nor close , guess i am the one who is not important to her as she is to me.

Once again ,I wish that  I, one day,  would be able to write in a way that the whole worlds fall in love with you like the way I have fallen for you, Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow.

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