Category — I, Me & Myself

No, I am not calling for the 3rd world war or something, I am just telling you about the blog Asif Ahmed (yes, this blog).

I registered the domain name last year, despite of the fact that I have been blogging since 2004 and blogging professionally since 2007. I was earlier blogging on a sub domain blog, because I did not want to pay for the domain name. yes, that’s pretty cheap of me.

But there was another reason that I did not have anything specific to say here as all the blogs Sucked covered my online time. later I started writing about stuff that no one bothers to care about, I have written posts where I wanted to feel like a Booker Prize winner, but you know what! I agree with you. My writing Sucks, and that leads me to stop writing personal things on the blog.

How can a blog, which is read any anonymous people, be a personal. Hey, I love you anonymous people, I really do. But I cant share things like whom I am sleeping with or where is my Ass attention on these days.

I added Google Adsense on the blog and I will be writing information posts, Steve Pavlina way. I will be teaching how to, and how no to.

Disclaimer: Though I stated that I will be writing no more personal posts on this blog, I can started writing personal stuff at any point of time. I am such a moody person you know!

I am writing this post from a friend’s place. But using my Laptop and internet connection as he is busy watching some porn movies.

Amazing thing to meet old friends, yes, friends are assholes, but when they become old we miss them and also it feels good to be with assholes for some time. Yes, We guys do have this kind of friendship. We talk dirty, think negative  and can throw someone in the river too.

Like on my way to come here ( 4 hours ago) , I tweeted about what was happening in the Metro Train, a guy standing next to me, was looking so desperately at the girl seated just opposite him, I just looked at him while he was watching her, and then she looked back to him, stared at him smiled and Boom, things started getting interested, As I did not have anything else to do, I moved my eyeballs to almost 90 degrees and started watching their every move. I didn’t know the guy, I didn’t know the girl as well, but why the hell it was in my interest to keep a tab on them? Well, Curiosity……

Yes, I may be wrong, but we guys always think like that, or almost 90 percent of guys do, rest of the 10 percent  are mentally retarded. We sometimes say, ‘Lucky Guy’ going to have a great night. Yes, this might be wrong, unethical or (add few more related words yourself). But we are guys, it’s ok with it us and that’s what we are blamed for.

It’s been awhile since you are gone. I see no stars in the sky. Nights come early and mornings are not good anymore. I don’t sing songs not even when I am happy. Because I barely remember when was the last time I laughed. I know it was my fault and you never wanted me to say sorry. Sorry wouldn’t have filled the space between us which happened because of me. I know that you are gone forever. I don’t remember how many years, months, days and minutes have passed since you walked away from my life but it sure feels like a lifetime. I never said it to you and now I want to say it on my blog.

I am sorry. I should have never let you go. Even though you went away I had the time to get you back in my life. But something deep inside me stopped me.

Sorry won’t undo things which have happened, but it means that it was my fault. I accept it. I now believe that not meeting me purely came out of stress from you corporate life and you were not trying to ignore me. My critics said you were giving me hints that you no longer want to be with me. I now realize they are no one to control my life. I should have figured it out with you.

I am sorry for not returning your calls. I am sorry to turn my face from you when you expected me to stay with you on that chilly December night and have a chat about our future over hot coffee.

I am sorry I took you for granted. I thought everything is just the same between us. I am sorry to hurt you. I am sorry.

I am sorry for not saying ‘I Love You Too’ when you said ‘I Love You’ to me. I wanted my ‘I Love You’ to be special. I sorry, I just never read between the lines.

Now I am closing as I don’t have anything else to say. I am enjoying my life and I am completely over you now. I burnt all your letters, deleted you emails, your phone numbers and I won’t be wishing you B’day anymore. I will never meet you, not today, not after five years, not in this lifetime. I wish you a great life. Goodbye

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My Mother always say that I am One In A Million, I know that your mother say this too, well, not about me but about you obviously. yes, Mothers are always like that irrespective of the cast, color or religion.

Right from the day I was born, she has taken care of me, I have always dictated her for everything, be it, what it would be in the Tiffin for my lunch or what color T-shirt I want. She never said ‘No’ to me. She used to wake up half an hour before me so that she could prepare iron my uniform, polish my shoes and prepare my breakfast etc.

She was the one who used to lend me money when my pocket money (given by Dad) was over. She was the one who used to sign on my ‘Report Card’ when I was scared to show it to Dad because of my poor marks. She was the one who used to feed me by her own hands while I used to shout at her that I don’t want to eat more and let me watch the TV. It was only her who understood that my ‘One Minute! Mom’ was usually 10 minutes or even more.

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During my exams, she used to stay awake late nights just to make sure that she is there if I need something, she used to get more tensed than me on 31^st March which used to be my result declaration day at my school.

All that happened when I was a toddler and did have the brain to understand this emotional bonding, but today when I saw my cousin brother, who is of the same age as I was, 10 years ago, giving orders and dictating his mother to switch on the TV, set the Cartoon channel, switch on the AC and bring some water, all of it at the same time, he believed that all his demands will be fulfilled by his mother. Now I am able to understand the bonding between Mother and Child. Yes, it’s the mother who does so much for us.

I am living thousands of miles away from home from almost 8 years but it never has been more than 2 months where I don’t meet them. Thanks to the technology that I talk to her on phone every alternate day, and I love her so much. I am so lucky that I get to talk to her.

But that is not enough, we all have got mothers, and it is impossible to be born without a Mother unless you are God’s son, which you are not. So, if you have got a mother, you should go ahead and tell her that you love her so much, thank her to bring you in this world after so much pain. If you are an Idiot like me who doesn’t know how to express your emotions in from your parents, then I’ll suggest you to gift her something as Mother’s Day is around. And if you are Broke, then borrow money from your friends, and if your friends are broke too, that you really need to make a rich friend (ok will talk about it later) take some time out and give her a handmade card which says Mom! I Love You or something like this make sure you have got a good handwriting. and if you are not able to do anything like this, then simply saying ‘I love You Mom’, to your mother will do.

I too have been thinking on writing a blog post about it, as being a blogger, this is my way to show my love to my mother, I know that my mother is never going to read this blog post, as she is not that much into Computers and might think that ‘Blog’ is the name of a Dog or any animal or something. But still I am writing this as my friend Chetan Bhawani has given a tribute to his mother on his blog.

As the Mother’s Day is around, BlogAdda has organized a contest asking for giving a tribute to your mother and has also asked what you are going to gift to your mother this Mother’s Day. Well, I would gift a Mug from Pringoo.com, don’t worry, you can make your own design and order it.

I just would want you guys to let your Mothers know that you really care about your them and they should not cry watching Baghban for God’s Sake and we are not that bad.

Exactly 3:20 AM at the time of typing this Post. I think all my Plans of getting into a systematic routine are not working the way I wanted.Well, I am not complaining, it’s only me who is responsible for it.

But, I suppose this is the last day ( or night ) for me to stay up this long. Will be trying to be regular on the blog and Entertain you people or say will try to entertain. Too many thing happening in my offline life ( I am really confused about saying it my real life as my online life get more time than offline). Have busy in loads of things. Finally have got some relief for few days. Will have a kick ass month of May as few projects lined up already. They will eat all my time and the Heat is Delhi is not allowing me Enjoy my blogging profession to the core.

It was just two months ago that I had to skip days sometime weeks to take bath. “Mujhe lagta hai mujhe break chahiye is garmi se, bheed bhaad se aur logon ko lagta hai ki mujhe bas bahane chahiye break lene ke”

Well, its 3:30 Am now, head is almost empty I need to fill it with some nice and colorful dreams. Also have got an early morning, totally depending on Mr Alarm. ok now this is getting girlish talk.

BTW, I am trying to use twitter again. @asifahmd. I try to be Regular there as I use it from my Mobile Pone. I think you should be on twitter too.

Well at least think about it.I am going now.

Sleeping…..Zzzzzzzzzzz

Eating alone in the University Canteen became a habit after one whole year. Once I sat with the regular Thali which used to cost Rs7 at my time in 2002. Money was the only thing that made students eat there, nothing else was there in the food except that. There were many subtends who knew this but ate there because of the low price. Other places had Rs10 per plate Daal and Rs1 Per Roti.

One day I saw their dish cleaning process. The process was very short. I think I should discuss it with you. One guy used to collect the plates from the table and bring them to a dirty place. There was one bucket of water, one guy standing there, he used to dip 5 or 6 plates in the bucket and threw it to the other guy, the other guy used to wipe those plates with a dirty cloths, white was the original color of the cloth but it was black now. Now those plates were ready for the next serving.

I never wanted to know their cooking process. That was enough for me. I never went there, ok, I did go there but I took packaged stuff and that too without plates. maybe that’s the reason of my Ureter Stone Problem