Hoping to be human someday!

The Origin of SAWJ

Saturday, December 27th, 2008

This may be the last of cheerful posts for a while as hopefully Muharram starts on Monday and then I’ll be running Zakir Naik’s ass all over the place, as promised to someone. :)

And I’ve quit smoking so be happy guys! :P

And be happy too that the Los Angeles Lakers brought the 19-game winning streak of the Boston Celtics to a halt on Christmas. Yippee-kaiyeay (find rest of the sentence at the end of any Die-Hard movie)! ;)

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I’ve always been one of those guys who wanted to be cool. At times, I would try and make cool things out of my name. One of them was summing up my initials to see what they formed, i.e., SAWJ.

But I wasn’t happy with it then. I mean, it does sound cheesy. :D

Khair, I was on a similar mission during my Intermediate years, trying to make something cool out of it. And then I discovered that SAWJ could be distorted to sound “savage”. ;)

So I made an email address as lethallysawj@hotmail.com and asked all my friends to pronounce it lethallysavage@hotmail.com. But friends can be real assholes and they did the exact opposite. They started teasing me by the name SAWJ.

As time passed, I actually started to like it. It was unique and it did give me a sense of closeness to my friends. And now I’ve become used to it. Almost all the dudes call me that now.

Now, I am…SAWJ!

But that don’t mean I don’t like my real and full names. Because they are my identity. My pride. Hell, if I tell you guys the real meaning of my first name, you will all call me a heretic and send a suicide bomber over. :P

SAWJ also acts as a cover for my real name, a box which protects the valuables.

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Cheesy post? Sorry! :)

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UPDATE: I forgot to write this. :D

My new jacket has been acting as my second skin these days. I wear it all the time, everyone’s praised it and it’s very cool! Cost me 3000 ruppees and my father was well-beyond angry. I saw a leather jacket at the shop too, made of sheep-skin and still smelling of sheep. It was 6000 ruppees! Had I bought that, my father would’ve made a jacket out of SAWJ-skin!

Love Is Like Constipation

Monday, December 22nd, 2008

 

Constipation is like when you want to poop but can’t.

Love is like when you want to say it but can’t.

When you’re bold and timid at the same time.

When you feel hungry but can’t eat.

When your mind tells you to forget her yet there is a small voice that keeps reminding you of her.

When you actually like being depressed.

When you’re hurt and pleased at the same time.

When there is a head on collision between your heart and your brain, and the heart survives.

When you keep hoping for the slightest chance…the slightest chance of

 

Hell, love is worse than constipation!

 

Based on past experiences and…


Dead Goldie 3: Gravel Drift

Saturday, November 22nd, 2008

The small one, yeah. Tonight. R(ing).I.P. on the gravel at the bottom of the fish tank.

Fish tank is not at full capacity, it actually looks quite empty without the big goldies swimming around. And I just changed the water. Maybe it’s the food…

Anyway, I don’t plan to get anymore fish. I kind of like the orange-free tank.

I just hope and pray that the Black Ghosts don’t decide to play dead for real!

And did you know that feeding fish everyday is a Sadqa-e-Jariya (Continuous Sadqa)? :D