You only live once, make the most of it!
 Rain is our element. I move from my desk to close the window, but instead I pause, listless, looking out over the used car lot outside. The rain is soft and smells of greenness, giving the lie to the scents of tarmac and diesel that normally pervade this space. It takes me away from…
As !4th August is tomorrow and we here in Pakistan celebrate our Independence day I would like to share some beautiful pictures i have found in my travels of this land and on the internet. As some of these have been taken from the net, i will try to provide credit as long as i…
The second rain of the monsoon season just began in Karachi, and it is pouring down in all parts of the metropolis. Its early days yet as the denizens will have to wait a few hours before we know how and if we shall get home as is the case in a heavy downpour in…
Ok before everyone starts thinking that this will be my dissertation on who the best playboy bunny was think again. Check out this nifty little letter opener, wouldn’t mind having one of these on my desk!!
“There’s no question about it. Wall Street got drunk — that’s one of the reasons I asked you to turn off the TV cameras — it got drunk and now it’s got a hangover. The question is how long will it sober up and not try to do all these fancy financial instruments.” –George W….
It seems deadpan had aquired quite a lot of baggage along the last year lol, at the moment I am trying to update all the links from the various places the old blog was registered to the new one so bear with me as the ball starts to roll again. Authors please click meta and…
When i was young, which was obviously a long time ago, as my daughter aptly puts it we used to start going quite mad at the 10th of August every year. Trips were made to the nearest flag station which if you are unaware means a makeshift stall setup on the side of the road…
Weft, warp, weave. Fact or fiction? Making a fiction of the facts, or crafting a life to fit the story? Â The fielders are in their brilliant white against the damp tanginess of the green. Wicketkeeper. Four slips. Gully. A buzz as we wait for the bowler to come in. Ball defended. Job done. Again,…
He set the ball rolling with the famous “scaaatland yaard” and now his voice displays the same venom with his call to arms against “General Mushaaaaaraaaaaf” an impeachment to take place of the great general if he does not take a vote of confidence from the newly elected parliment. Do i think the general will…
Watching the twinkling stars fade into a new dawn, Through the frosted glass and sigh… Sleeping forms lay breathing soundly still, Green lights flicker in the dark, steadying against will… Bathed in those harsh flourescent hues, Tired eyes scan the horizon, a sea of blue… The sky is aglow with the first signs of light,…