Posts Tagged ‘crash’

My Knee Injury

May 23rd, 2013, posted in Scarface'S DIARY
Got crashed in car, lost soul cruising at high speed often end up in crashes..
Anyways just dislocated my left knee and sprained it..
No bones broken..
The credit goes to my mom who developed my infatuation with carton milk..
Milk makes your bones go strong (now i know)…
Car on the other hand survived the crash with a minor scratches…..
Can’t wait to get back on it and ride it to kingdom come !!


Flight Of 127

April 25th, 2012, posted in Ink On PAPER, PAKiSTAN

map of plane crash


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of the characters in this piece are real. Just stories. Made up stories hoping to help you realize something.

He was 19. Only 19. Not even third of the way through average life expectancy. On his way to Islamabad to give his visa interview at the Canadian Embassy. Just two weeks ago he got into that college of his dreams in Toronto and the paperwork had just begun. He is never graduating with that degree of prestige in his hand. Never getting his dream job, never marrying his young love. When they hung up and he turned his phone off, the last few words that he said and the last few words that he heard her say were the same: those three words, that acceptance of love.

“I’ll call you when we land.”


He called his parents three weeks ago that he’s passing out of the military academy on 21st. The biggest day of his life was just around the corner and he couldn’t be more excited. Living away from home for the past few years had taught him so much about his family. How his dad always liked reading the paper before calling him every Sunday morning so they can use news and events as fillers during conversations. How his mother loved making him tea, the taste of which never really matched to the chaye available at the mess. How his younger sister was always the shy kind and never really made new friends after 2nd grade.

When he told his father that his passing out parade is scheduled for Saturday, his father replied with we’ll all come to see you on this big day of yours. He was excited and he thought, I’ll keep the big news to myself and they’ll be surprised when they’ll watch me receive the Sword of Honor. “Or perhaps they wouldn’t be surprised, I’ve always been a good student”, he thought. They never made it to the parade.


“Baba, Karachi isn’t that far, afterall. It’s just a two hour flight. I can drop by every weekend or two and things will still be the same. I know you won’t get to see me every day but still, I really, really wanna go study communication design at Indus Valley. They have the best program in the country. Please let me do this?”

Her puppy face had always worked. Her dad agreed. She moved to Karachi last fall to study. Life had been good to her during the last few months. She made new friends, reconnected with old ones, started living with Manzoor Uncle and Shabana Auntie who cared for her just as her own parents. Daily phone calls to Baba were something that wasn’t ever a chore. Since last fall, every other weekend was spent in Islamabad. Last December she had to skip a weekend due to an assignment and the same week, when he fell on the stairs and hit his head on the marble, she flew a weekday morning flight for the first time.

She was an only child. When a reporter shoved a camera in her Baba’s face at the crash site, he couldn’t say anything. He was too shocked to even cry.


“So do you have a seat in any other airlines? I have a really important meeting to get to at 9am tomorrow. Anything tonight or tomorrow would do.”
“There are a few seats in 7pm tonight but it’s not PIA, it’s Bhoja. And it’s their first flight to Islamabad after they resumed operations.”
“Why does it matter, please book it for me. You have my credit card info, right?
“Yes, sir. I’ll email you the ticket in a short while, then.”
“Sounds good.”

Didn’t sound as good to his wife when she heard news of the crash.

Working at a news group gave him chances to travel all over the world during the past 23 years. He’d been to South America, to Portugal and Bahamas, to South Africa and India and Thailand and China. His favorite place in the world was by far Karachi, partly because it was home and partly because it is what it is: this havoc-loving chaos with no system whatsoever but still pretty much the best example of survival through adversity.

He got another one of those calls on Thursday morning. “Farhan Saheb, kal zara ek interview karna hai Islamabad mein.” He happily obliged. He loved travelling and had sadly been home for the past six weeks.
“Sir, masla he koi nahi. Details? Kaun hai, kahan hai, waghaira?” He was told details would come in later through email. Meanwhile, he should get his affairs in order if he has anything urgent in Karachi.
“Waise, main free he hun. Aglay weekend, albatta, meri beti ko dekhne kuch log aarahay hain. But I am assuming this would be a short trip?”
“Haan, haan. Nothing more than three days. You can be back by Monday night. Aur apki meetings kay schedule main aapko bhej rha hun, acknowledge kar liye ga when you get my email.”

“Jee, zaroor. Boht shukria.”

During the first hour of the flight, the voices inside his head ranted not about work but about new places that he wanted to see. Next year, after Sana’s wedding, I should probably take a month or so off from work and just.. roam around Europe.


“Beta, phone kar kay Noman ko Karachi se bula lo. Mera nahi khayal is baar haspataal se main zinda wapis aaungi. Ab tou bus tayyari hai.”
“Maan Jee, Aisi baatein kiun karti hain? Noman ko bula lia hai. Kal sham ki flight se aaraha hai woh Islamabad. Aap bus fikr na karein, bus jaldi se theek hojayen.”

“Beta, Noman ki flight kitne bajay land karni thi? Operation kal subha hai, main chahti hun kuch ghantay tou bethay wohh mere paas. Kuch baat karay, kuch meri sunay. Pata nahi kahan reh gya hai.”
“Maan jee, Noman ka phone aya tha, keh rha tha operation se pehle pohnch nahi payega.”

This is all she could tell Maan Jee before her eyes teared up again. She had no choice but to walk out of the room then. She couldn’t even cry on her brother’s death. She was too focused on spending last few hours with her mother before they would take Maan Jee away to the operation room. The operation next morning, with less than 30% chances of success, was the last hope of prolonging Maan Jee’s life by a few months.


These stories are fictional. None of the people who died in the tragedy were my friends or relatives. But the reason why I wanted to write this was helping myself realize that 127 isn’t just a number.

They weren’t just 127 people. They were 127 life stories. 127 dreams that are never realizing. 127 sons and daughters, husbands and wives, lovers and friends. I don’t know what the cause was, and frankly don’t care that much either.

All I know is that this is a reminder for all of us: Say your I Love Yous and Sorrys today. Forgive the people you’re holding grudges against. Let go with peace and harmony. Stop hatred. Stop being mean. Stop focusing on future too much and live in the now. That best shirt you have in your closet that you still haven’t worn thinking you’ll wear it on a special day? Wear it today. Take lots of pictures. Create memories. Make a difference. Follow your passion. Change lives ..

And above all, make sure that when you die, you leave enough behind that you are remembered as a person. Something a whole lot more than just a number. Just a body. Just an average human being.



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of the characters in this piece are real. Just stories. Made up stories hoping to help you realize something.



How to Make a Portable Hard Drive Bootable

June 3rd, 2011, posted in TEChNoLoGY

The operating system on some computers can crash, requiring an external source for the operating system to be used to recover data and repair the internal hard drive. Creating a bootable portable drive using an external hard drive or USB thumb drive is a solution to maintain a convenient recovery system. A bootable portable drive can also be used to run a different operating system on a computer.

Instructions :

STEP #1 :
Plug the USB drive into your computer’s USB port.
Download and install the HP USB Disk Storage Format Tool program (see Resources section below for link). Then launch the program, select your USB drive and format the USB drive in NTFS format.
If desired, type the name of your USB device in the “Name” field.
Exit the utility program when formatting is complete.

STEP #2:
Download and install the HP USB Key Utility program (see Resources section below for link).
Open a window for your USB drive by selecting the drive under “My Computer” located in your Start menu.

STEP #3:
Insert the Windows installation disk into your CD/DVD drive.
Launch the HP USB Key Utility program and click the “Next” button to begin the wizard.
Select the drive letter from the drop-down menu for your CD/DVD drive.
Click the “Next” button.

STEP #4:
Select the radio button next to the option “Create New or Replace Existing Configuration” and click the “Next” button.
Select the option “Create New Filesystem” and click the “Next” button.
Select the option “With Partition” and click the “Next” button.
Select the option “HP Firmware Flash Package” and click the “Next” button.
Click the “Finish” button when the Completion screen is displayed to exit the utility.

STEP #5:
Launch your Internet Explorer application and type “c:” in the address bar.
Select “Folder Options” under “Tools” in the top menu bar. Select the “View” tab and click the option for “Show Hidden Files and Folders” in the left frame.
Deselect (i.e., uncheck) the boxes next to “Hide Extensions for Known File Types” and “Hide Protected Operating System Files.”
Click the “OK” button.

STEP #6:
Select the following files in the window by holding down the “Control” (CTRL) key while clicking:
Drag these files to the open window for your USB drive (they will copy to the drive).

STEP #7:
Safely eject your USB drive and remove your Windows installation disk from your CD/DVD drive.

Tips & Warnings:
Make sure that the computers can recognize a USB drive as a start-up device (i.e., older computers reset device recognition as part of their BIOS during start-up).