tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18541126673453343422024-02-21T11:59:53.441+05:30Writers Rehab- Ashraf the Confuser, first cousin of ConfuciusAshrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.comBlogger230125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-69728213241271696932014-12-01T14:24:00.002+05:302014-12-01T15:08:17.481+05:30Winter Morning Chai
It was Five in the
morning ..bitterly cold and I was up was because I couldn't take the mosquito
bites any more… Four hours of blood fest amidst my clapping and they still
didn't have their fill. I zipped my jacket, borrowed shawl (quilts) from my sleeping mother and came out of our
ancestral house.
I decided to take a
long walk and went to the adjacent Muhalla
(Locality) to Bundelkhand Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-55388612417060298772014-07-09T16:54:00.001+05:302014-07-09T16:58:59.328+05:30Smoke, Drink & Blood - Our way<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Weather
is fine… sun is out… greenery everywhere… you got butterflies on the flowerbed
as well… location is surely not India but the one you see during the songs in
any Bollywood Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-46706924136025390592012-08-31T21:20:00.000+05:302012-08-31T21:31:30.571+05:30Perils of a Good RelationI guess all good relation comes only in 1 flavor and that's bored &monotonous. My life is full of good relations and hence it's sans any excitement. I graduated from being bachelor & lonely to married & bored to death around 3 years back.
Although, there were few short rainfalls of bad relation aswell but then again it never lasted more than few months. Whereas Bad relations ..Aah Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-30512140666124520202012-03-30T16:03:00.004+05:302012-08-31T21:27:02.025+05:30Taming the Lion - Rise of Mrs.On a good day I am around 30 kg more than my wife… maybe overweight for a fellow of my age and size by 10 kg or so but I am like a snake when it comes to moves… I am very hard to catch even in a small room … I can make people tired and loose hope just by making them try catching me circling around my sofa. I cannot only dodge flying objects in kitchen or bedroom but have also mastered the art of Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-25948372026985612702012-01-12T21:04:00.003+05:302012-01-12T21:23:59.332+05:30Sins and handful of RealizationCroatia this time around was more of self-realization trip. Realized I am past my prime with receding hairline and overflowing stomach. Perhaps if you don’t read any blogs about my fatherhood peril or plans of it in next couple of years… understand that shipped has sailed for me. Ye, I realized bad stuff actually did a lot of good to me. Dope enhanced my imagination to think out of reality box. Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-55630017017157949372011-12-20T18:22:00.008+05:302011-12-20T20:03:37.245+05:30Living the husband momentsI had a sloppy first half of life and the second half is going through a litmus paper test, which I call Marriage. It’s the second half alrite… I got double chin for starters … got grey hair trespassing my youth on my sideburn running a very successful breeding program right on my cheeks…and you know you are getting old when you hurt yourself while sleeping…and having a wife just works like a Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-56297364320507916522011-12-09T22:11:00.001+05:302011-12-09T22:13:55.444+05:30What is special?? – Part II have lately been on my burning the bridges tour… with friends, neighbor’s family… especially the family and people who are usually around me.Hate to believe I have retards in my family line but the numbers just keep on pouring. My eight-year old nephew hears my fifty eight year old mom asking when I am going to become a father and he starts asking me the same…and its revelation to all. A Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-49656700166761548602011-07-21T20:27:00.002+05:302011-07-22T13:53:41.831+05:30Long journey of being CooolSometime I sit back and wonder when was the last time I acted cool. It was not the college we didn’t have a more than 10 rupees at one time and once 1st 15 days of the month are passed we didn’t even carry a wallet. Before I knew college was over and I was back home without a job. People of all shapes and sizes had a job or something to do… I didn’t have any… that was no time for being cool that Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-38928466750416068202011-06-28T20:15:00.003+05:302011-07-22T13:53:17.515+05:30Daily meeting - Human Rodents & Killer residing on my MigraineI find it easy to categorize people around me. They are either human-human, or human-rodents. You know those rodents who adapt to the surrounding in a very quick uncanny way and still bloody stick out as a sore thumb, and the most surprising part is that there are people who love them. I went for a smoke today and that’s a mile walk for me… you can’t smoke on your desk – no sir smoke alarm, you Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-75973621445059692412010-11-12T01:18:00.003+05:302010-11-12T01:23:53.571+05:30Cupid Reject – Part II: The Bahuguna SyndromeFollowing very closely to the Mama’s boy we have the people suffering from Bahuguna Syndrome. Their deficiency gets them attracted more towards the four legged ones than the humans. This kind deficiency is more prevalent in females than males (At least I have never seen any porn with a man humping a dog or a horse). I personally know few females who suffer from this Syndrome. My friend Jubee (Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-46047047286175166742010-11-10T22:12:00.002+05:302010-11-10T22:14:59.959+05:30Cupic Rejects – Part I: Mama’s BoyNever in my thirty years of this mundane life had cupid gone beyond giving me a sarcastic smile. It remains a classic mystery of my youth why girls always chose to remain single than to mingle with me. From random to the ugliest lot they always maintained a 500 meters of emotional distance from me. No one gave me a good reason …till I got married. Very next day of my marriage my good wife decodedAshrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-21144762569687118362010-11-10T02:18:00.002+05:302010-11-10T22:15:50.560+05:30About Monkey with Red buttocksHaughtiness is an interesting concept... some might say it's a confusion of values others might include it’s to fill the void to fill the lack of depth a person has… something of that sort I just made that up… Anyway the question is there really a difference between two individual - one who drives my father’s 40 kicks and still won’t start, 20mph ancient scooter and the one who glides in black Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-55706644961632744972010-10-21T02:47:00.002+05:302010-10-21T03:05:40.883+05:30Curse of Langda BabaNot so long time ago when I was about nine or ten, our house was on a dead end street in small town Rourkela. At the back of our house was a road that branched off to several smaller lanes and at the end of one of these lanes was a mud house with thatched roof where an old crippled tribal man lived. As you can imagine everyone in the neighborhood called him Langda Baba (lame guy). I don’t think Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-59088330273684264422010-08-19T01:39:00.002+05:302010-10-21T03:04:57.016+05:30Where do you get your ideas?Every profession has its pitfalls. Doctors are always being asked for free medical advice, lawyers are asked for legal information, witches for puncturing someone’s life and writers are asked where we get our ideas from. (I proudly pronounce myself as a thinker and a writer.)In the beginning, I used to tell people the not very funny answers, the flip ones: 'From some past incidence or from Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-62481692729078657862010-06-18T02:28:00.002+05:302011-07-22T13:52:39.473+05:30New one - if you know dont bother to readThis one is new!!!From: FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION [mailto:rbtmueller111@myemail.com]Sent: Wednesday, June 16, 2010 4:56 AMTo: undisclosed-recipients:Subject: F.B.I ALERT ON YOUR FUNDS (CODE 111)ROBERT MUELLER IIIEXECUTIVE DIRECTOR FBIFEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION FBI.WASHINGTON D.C FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION SEEKING TO WIRETAP INTERNET.ATTENTION: BENEFICIARY, We believe this Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-22064475284769216512010-04-21T00:42:00.004+05:302010-10-21T03:06:54.426+05:30Creativity!!!Been long time didn't punch anything here... guess after marriage I lost my thinking cap... but good to see few people didn't... yesterday I received the following mail:Dear friend, I'm prince Abedi Opoku, a heir to the throne of the late ruler of the Ashanti Kingdom, the Asantehene Otumfuo Opoku Ware II who died in February 1999. Amongst all the heirs to the throne, I’ve been the closest to Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-64366155436686341432010-01-06T23:07:00.003+05:302010-10-21T03:07:33.452+05:30Life After My Wife LeftIn my youth, I was a Business Analyst in the IT sector… before becoming a jailbirdThis is how it all came about: I was twenty-eight years old at the time and I was living in this little apartment on Broad Street, Kolkata. Now when you are married accidents can even happen in a pigeon hole of place. My wife fought with me and left for her native country. Her move changed my life for ever… she Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-83908665413969409282010-01-06T01:37:00.001+05:302010-10-21T03:28:23.172+05:30Disaster meetsPicture a scenario where the mighty you run into your old girlfriend while you are with your wife. --Don’t feel so mighty rightA series of emotions will run through your system, predominantly… black outs. However, if you follow these simple rules my good man… you might very well be able to escape this unfortunate meeting unscathed.Let's say you and your wife are shopping at the mall. (Actually, Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-1436602812434345612010-01-05T20:42:00.001+05:302010-10-21T03:08:59.636+05:30Death of Thought ProcessThe daily practice of keeping an appointment with the mundane can lead to death of thought…Lot of people get philosophical with me and say “Life does not come with a warning label”… but then again lot of people say lot of bullshit lot of time and that’s a lot alrite… I guess we all do what we want and mostly what we have to do to survive. It seems that between family, TV shows and office life canAshrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-23526788850019596452009-12-30T18:19:00.003+05:302010-11-10T22:16:43.674+05:30Journey Home - Story"Ammi, it's so scary in the dark. Will Allah watch over us and protect us?" "Yes, Nazo. Remember what the Maulana Sahib said Allah is always present everywhere, to help his followers and when you need his protection, call out His name. Better still, do what I do." "What's that Ammi?" "Well," Jameela said, stroking her daughter's hair," I recite a simple but powerful dua." Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1854112667345334342.post-13318249713821654542009-12-18T03:37:00.000+05:302009-12-18T03:38:24.585+05:30Honest Beggar – Honest OutcomeOnce upon a time there was a very honest beggar. One day he came at the gates of a Big Bungalow. The servant came out and said, "Yes, Mr. beggar what do you want. The beggar answered, "I am a smack addict spent all my money. I am getting this severe urge…Just a bit of charity in the name of God." "I shall have to take this up with the lady of the house." Said the servant The Ashrafhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14355670989579050407noreply@blogger.com3