“If you don’t like anybody, ignore him or don’t even see him. You can do this in your personal life but unfortunately you don’t have that luxury in your professional life. You can’t ignore people, you have to face them by having discussions and many official forums but all without letting them know your annoyingness. Actually you have to be sort of hypocrite at that stage.
Your personality should be uncontroversial for everybody, else you are forming or trying to form political groups which are rarely acceptable to organizations. Abstain any discussion about company; don’t share your thoughts when focus is corporate.
Jealous people are everywhere; they try to pull your legs. That’s how incompetents progress. People, who know you, really know you. If a third person commenting about you, he in fact is portraying himself. Best thing is not to take notice of them. They won’t take long to expose their true faces to everyone.” This is what my boss lectured me when we were having a discussion about a person trying to noise my image.
And now this is the golden line, my friend advised me while I started my professional career, “There is no friendship in professional life, expect it and you are screwed”.
Here i am sitting in my room at night
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a careless college life to strict professional life…?
How tiny pocket money changed to huge salary
But then why it gives less happiness?
How a single plate of samosa changed to a full pizza
But then why there is less hunger?
How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
But then why there r less calls and less sms..?
How a general class journey changed to flight jourany
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment?
How an old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
But then why there is less time to put it on..?
How a small bunch of friends changed to office mates
But then why we always feel lonely n miss those true friends..?
Here i am sitting in my room at night
Thinking hard about life
How it changed..?
(An SMS)
I am an account holder of ABN Amro Pakistan (Now Royal Bank of Scotland). A month ago I deposited my ABN cheque to my Bank Al-falah account and the cheque was dishonored. Redepositing faced the same result again. I went to ABN Branch and queried them the reason. The staff told me that your signatures mismatch. I asked amazingly, how could it be possible that my sign does not match mine? The official showed me the card with my signatures from Bank record and I was stunned to see some other person’s signatures dancing in the boxes. I just lost my mind like Nazir Naji (I am sorry that I could not reach his caliber 
) and barked nonstop for almost 15 minutes. The branch manager did everything to stop me, except licking my foot sole. I just tried to make everybody (present there) realize that banking with such unprofessional people is ruinous.
About six months ago I wanted some currency from my dollar account but they refused me flatly,
“We have directions from State Bank of not letting anybody to have foreign currency cashed”
Where are the directions?
They are not in written.
So you mean your bank operates on verbal directions?
We have to.
And believe me, I asked some influential person to have some currency from his account for me, and I paid him through my cheque. This worked; I got money from same bank’s same branch but through some other person. A global bank’s branch, which operates on verbal directions, responded me in the same way as our local corrupt corporation office does.
I feel sorry for him and his bank, not because I caused loss to them but because there is no professionalism I could see. I sustained my goodwill loss against my clients, the clients I care for but ABN Amro doesn’t.
Story is not ended yet; I am no more an ABN Amro or Royal Bank of Scotland’s account holder, but wait for my more banking experience with other banks 
In twin cities of Rawalpindi and Islamabad, weather is changed. Freezing winds have turned into cool breeze, number of lighting hours has increased and babies don’t feel comfortable in blankets anymore. It was raining a day ago in night and I was sitting outside on a steel chair under shed. I remember I could not think of doing same a week ago or so.
I was surprised by the sudden change in weather conditions. Jackets and sweaters are off. Young boys riding their bikes with no warm stuff but the exuberance of youth, insist me to realize badly “your epoch is gone”. Yes – my age to bloom and resist natural actions is gone. No worries 
I am more than happy to see my blooming young generation.
I pray this spring be a start of everlasting bloom of our younger and upcoming generations. The generation equipped with knowledge, confidence, trustworthiness, patriotism and carriage of our cultural and Islamic teachings. (Aamin)
Many Destroyed in Love
and
Love is Destroyed in Me
Two years ago, one of my colleagues had an argument with the office administrator. An official enquiry was called, and the administrator uttered these golden words – “This man is lucky. I don’t talk with my tongue, I speak with my hands”. (I hope that isn’t what we are invited to write on!)
I have always been shy as a person even though I was one of the best students in my classes. I don’t remember a time in my primary school when I ever addressed a single question to my teacher. The level of my self-confidence could easily be determined by my thundering heartbeat when I had to stand in the front-most row of the assembly, was asked to stand up for reading aloud some lesson in class, or when confronting the entire class for an appreciation standing. This wasn’t the case in school only, but at home as well.
I used to write on newspapers and throw them away so that no one could go through my writings. I never wanted my thoughts to be shared – I still don’t. I just stopped writing!
Then I got admission in a Govt. School where I was equipped with the power to speak and gained my self-confidence and the confidence to gather admiration for my words and to become a success in life.
In my early years, I lacked the courage to speak. Then came a time when I was quoted by others. Now when I want to express my feelings or thoughts I fall short of words – both when I need to speak or write. Describing my feelings in words is no doubt an art for me that I lag behind in, so I avoid speaking with my tongue. Instead, I prefer “to speak with my hands”. This gives me the lenience to be able to find better words to win a greater number of hearts.
Thanks to Asma Ahsan to let me having the opportunity to write here and for reviewing and editing my garbage text 
BTW i have already been declared Copy Cat for this act
