I intended to go jogging this morning so I went to bed early last night, around 1 a.m. I knew I won’t wake up in the morning at six. But when KESC decides to shower it’s blessings on you, you can’t help it.
I turned off my alarm at 6 a.m. and went back to sleep. Some time later, my grandfather woke me up to tell me that the electricity had “gone back home” and asked me to start the generator. It was six-twenty. After doing so, I thought what the heck, let’s go jogging! So I spent half an hour in the bathroom in a vain attempt to empty myself. Then I left the house at seven-twenty.
The park I went to is located near Imam Bargah-e-Bab-ul-Ilm, Five Star Chowrangi, North Nazimabad and it’s too big for my jogging taste (four Nando’s Chowrangis to be exact, and count the outer circumference). Khair, I made a walking round first. Then I started to jog. Completed the first round and then I realized what a shitty habit smoking is. It kills your lungs. And your lungs kill you. When you jog.
After that it was walk, jog, walk, jog, walk, jog. Four rounds and that was too much for me. My throat was completely dry and it felt like the veins in my nose were about to burst. So I returned.
Later, all the muscles in my legs were taught and aching.
Got my bicycle repaired today too. Replaced the tires, tubes and painted the rims, handle and mudguards. Looks okay now, I think.
I spray-painted it along with another guy and my hands were silver and black when we finished. I swallowed some too, I think that’s why I’m coughing right now. Then I went for a ride…
One friggin small round, that’s it, one friggin small round and my legs were hurting again. I used to cycle at top-gear full speed, and today even one round at normal-gear fast speed was too much. Well I did manage and I went for more rounds later but the first one almost killed me.
Okay I like to exaggerate a little but my legs ARE going to kill me tomorrow. It’ll get back to normal soon. Hope someone wakes me up tomorrow morning too.
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And I’ve been listening to Metallica’s Suicide And Redemption from Death Magnetic for the past few days. It’s a killer!
Awesome, just bloody awesome! Get’s depressing in the middle (that’s what I’ve been feeling for the last few days). Then it picks up and Hammet just kills with the guitar. 
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On another note, I really enjoyed posting the answer to the SAWJ quiz. Some people are out to kill me now! 
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u r so right, anonymous….i never thought on those lines…..if he sleeps on a mattress just bcoz he is too lazy to order a customized bed, how on earth can he drive this bike????
oh haan, itni bulandi se pic lee ho ge k size chhota aya
n yes, the century of comments has been scored…….SAWJ 38*….Pinky *24*….saad ibrahim *12*….siras *5*…purple drifter *5*….anas *4*…….karachiwali *2*…absar *2*…safiullah *2*…Raza *1*….qurat *1*….ammar *1*….hira *1*…anonymous *1*
*clapping and standing ovation*
PS: is dunya mujh se ziada farigh/waila bhi koi hai???
@Anon: The cycle is as large as it gets. It’s a full-fledged mountain bike!
@Pinky: How the hell do you know I sleep on a mattress?
Okay that was indeed real waila!
who knows i might be parveen
aur ye tu kuch bhi nahin hai, once upon a time a blogger posted his name in egyptian hieroglyphics, i wasted 40 minutes n deciphered his name….
Stalker!
g-dh-y, u mentioned it somewhere on ur blog…..n i m not good at long-distance stalking anyway
ye bateeesi kyun nikli hoi hai…u like being called g-dh-y??
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