Saturday, January 29, 2011

Upcoming Horror Movies in the IT Sector

The bugs have eyes

I know what you coded last summer

I still know what you coded last summer

Evil Code

The Haunted Software

Codeophobia

The Psycho Project Manager

OCD - Obsessive Coding Disorder

Project on Elm Street

The Insane Tester

The Blair Witch Project Manager

The Blog

Rosemary's Code

QAcula

The Exorcism of Emily's Code

Invasion of the Data Snatchers

Dr. Code and Mr. QA

Night of the Living Errors

Frankerrorstein

The Phantom of the Database

I'll post more as soon as i think of some

(Originally posted on 4/14/2010, updated on 29/01/2011)

Tadapta Client

Developer ki Maut

Katil Manager


Shaitani Requirement

Blackbox ka khauf

Sadma error ka

Pyasa Coder

Thursday, January 27, 2011

A Tiny Grain of Food for Thought

Kisey khabar thi ke lekar chiragh-e-Mustafavi
Jahan mein aag lagati phiregi Bu-lahabi


TEMPLE is a 6 letter word,CHURCH is a 6 letter word,MOSQUE is a 6 letter word,,,,,,,GEETA is a 5 letter word,BIBLE is a 5 letter word,QURAN is a 5 letter word...even letters are in Unity..........Why Aren't We??????? 

One who kneels "down" to God, can stand "up" to anything!

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Some Pics Worth Sharing

A Creative Comparison



This is the Columbus, Ohio family that just had the sixtuplets, A priceless picture indeed!



Finally, The truth has been revealed!!

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Sooper Fail!!!


Today in the morning i got a high voltage creative jolt when I saw my daughter singing and dancing to a familiar tune but with different words. She was singing and dancing to the tune of “Sheila ki Jawani” but with a twist, she was pronouncing it as “Sheila ki Chapati”. When she saw me looking at her she invited me to her party and I being her father gladly joined her as her dance partner.

This is what I mean when I say that children are the most creative albeit little people in the world. They can transform anything to anything without using any tools, techniques, man power, worrying about limitations or feedback, just by using their natural, unpolluted creativity, embedded in them by nature. If the creativity of my daughter was polluted she would have known that Sheila would not be able to cook a chapati even if her dear life hanged in the balance.  I don’t know Sheila or Katreena personally but, judging by the way the “stars” lead their lives, I can safely assume that she wouldn’t be able to remember the last time she boiled an egg, let alone cook a chapati.

Enough said about Sheila, coming to the real point, Sheila ki Chapati gave me an idea. I’ll take this opportunity to address the Dawn Paratha people and pitch in my idea for their new ad. A bunch of Horny looking people eating Paratha in a sensuous way and the tag line would be, yes you guessed it, “Sheila ki Chapati”. You must be wondering, why horny people? Well it’s because sex sells and we, the people of Pakistan are being portrayed as people who will buy anything if sold in a sexually arousing manner. Why do I say this? Well, case in point the new ad for “Sooper” Biscuit. My only question for the geniuses who made this ad is why is the woman in the ad eating the biscuit like she is in heat? Is it because she wants to be kinky with the biscuit or because of a biscuit fetish? In any case, are they promoting fetish behaviors or a biscuit?

It’s high time that the nitwits at the advertising agency and the dimwits at EBM realize that even if sex sells, it should not be used to sell biscuits. It’s just nasty and wrong. I know for a fact that “Sooper” is making EBM a butt load of money, why go and sleaze it up? The folks at continental biscuits are facing a tough time to cope with the competition between “Bakery” and “Sooper” and mind you “Sopper” is ahead and winning big time.

Please stop assuming and degrading the intelligence of people of Pakistan by showing that the attendees enjoy biscuits at a “Dance Party”. We all know what goes on behind the closed doors of a dance party, its less eating, more drinking, and the less eating surely does not involve any kind of biscuits. Stop telling us that the female students at college start dancing every time someone offers them a “Sooper” biscuit. Mujra ain’t cheap my friend, ask any politician if you have any doubts about my statement. If you jack asses lack creativity, contact me, and I’ll get you some from my three and a half years old daughter.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Some Humor to Brighten our Day

A popular speaker Said: "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a beautiful woman who wasn't my wife!" Audience was shocked. The speaker added: "that woman was my mother!" (Laughter and Applause) A listener tried it at his home. He said loudly to his wife, "The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of a very beautiful woman who was not my Wife!" Standing there for 20 seconds trying to recall the second Half of the joke, he finally said "...and I can't remember who she was!" and he regained his consciousness in a hospital bed. Moral: Don't Copy if you can't Paste

Suicide is man's way of telling God, "You can't fire me - I quit." 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

All Aboard the 2011 Express

It’s that time of the year once again when we amazingly stupid hopefuls have taken our first steps into a so called 'New Year'. With dreams decorating our eyes, heart filled with hopes of doing and achieving something better, brain surrounded by different ideas, we enter another year which from the looks of it will not be any different from the previous one. Case in point, the hike in petroleum prices, it’s like the government is sending us greetings by saying "We Wish you a Sucky Christmas and a Crappy New Year".  So following in the footsteps of our 360 degrees hated government, let me be amongst the first ones to ruin your new year by point out the fact that if the Mayans did somehow managed to accurately calculate the expiry date of this planet than, we all have only one more year to live. How's that for a New Year greeting?

Let’s not kid ourselves, what is so new about this year besides the calendar and the diary manufacturers getting a chance to make some money? Abso-freaking-lutely nothing. We as people have no right to wish each other glad tidings for the New Year or any year, the reason being our absolute concrete commitment to not change. We don't want to change the way we live, the way we lead our lives, our standard of living, the way we manipulate religion and religious feelings, or the people supposedly responsible for governing us. If we don't give a rat's ass about changing all that than what good will changing the digits of a year do for us? We wear sun glasses to avoid the sunlight from hitting our eyes and in this case it seems like we all are wearing reality glasses, the insides of which are printed with a statuary message, “Warning, change is injurious to heath, ministry of change resistance/same old, Government of Pakistan.

Since it’s a universal tradition, I too will follow it but with a sincere twist by wishing everyone a very happy new year filled with happiness and health, glow, glee and greatness, wealth and wisdom, and everything good that's achievable and attainable, from the bottom of my heart. If you wish to, you can wish the same for me too.