I have recently been accused of being overly loving, kind and mild in my overall judgement of people. I am supposed to hate people and be irritated with people more ardently, more passionately and more commonly. I have even been likened to a lamb or a happy bunny. Basically an animal that frolicks around a green undulating pasture in a white gleaming coat without any hatred or anger towards anyone. Loving and cherishing and being friendly with everyone.

One thing is for certain. People do not get along with each other. Personally, woe be onto me, if I ever mix groups or friends; again.

Having said that, I will now proceed to dismantle this evil accusation.

I am not devoid of senseless hatred and aadam bezari. I too hate. Do not judge me so harshly, for I too can hate.

I hate stupid people. I just hate them. When people ask me stupid questions my blood starts to boil. Hannibal did not cross the Andes, he crossed the Alps! <severe blood boiling extravaganza>. When people come up with stupid inferences my eyes pop out. No, if the travel agent says he will give me a 10% discount it does not mean that he can go upto 20%! <frog eyes>. When people pass on stupid information my teeth start grinding. No, Neil Armstrong did not hear the Azaan on the moon. <teeth chippings litter the floor>

There, you have it there. Hatred. Stark, naked, passionate and senseless! I am, after all, human!

Finance is an interesting field. Specially so for people looking in from outside. Since they are removed from the utter madness and complete psychological rollercoaster rides they can view things in some sort of perspective that illudes us altogether. There is a saying about CEOs "They weren't always boring, they were like you and me." Same goes for bankers "We weren't always boring, we were like the rest of you." To an extent it is true. But then again, this can only be said by people who are not bankers.

Forgive them. For they do not know.

Banking is like the primordial soup that erupted in a big bang and created the universe. There are countless charged particles buzzing with energy and noise continuously banging against each other in a frenzy.

Or it can be compared to a South American river. There are countless piranha having a ravenous virulent feeding frenzy that any viewer would never forget.

Or it can be compared to a Book written by Dan Brown. It seems solid and educating from the outside but the inside is full of ill written ideas, expostulations that would scare witch doctors and flights of fancy that would shame the most ardent Wright Brothers fans.

But, despite all the madness, I love it. Absolutely. The fever pitch of work. The slightly faster speed at which we talk, simply because we don't have time, and we have to say a lot. Being in a hyper charged, super excited and uber activated state of mind. Love it!

As those of you, who have already seen me know, I am bordering on obesity, from the other side. Not a seemly sight, I admit, but beauty is not skin deep and one must not judge based on appearances only. One must judge on the basis of financial capability and discounted cash flows as does the rest of the human race. Not that that will put me in any better a position. But it will take attention away from the borderline obesity.

So, straying very far away from the topic put aside. I have been told today, by someone I have met after three months, that I seem to have lost weight. Under what weighty consideration of human charity and pity he was labouring, I will never know, but I know that he may actually be right. What with all the pressure at work, sleep deprivation, extreme telephone socializing, starvation and plain reason less apprehension, anxiety, tension and a consistent feeling of impending doom it does not seem very conducive to weight gain.

And to top all the disparate strands of psychological and physical challenges, add up the coming Mango season. I got my first interface with it today. It is quite clear that after eating four largish Mangoes for dinner, one does not need a smaller belt. At least not till August.

The love for food is far superior to the hatred of obesity. Yet again, I seem to have my priorities straight. Spread love not hate.

Personal Weblog with an earlier online version called Roz o Shab

Also known by the name - Work, Life and More.

List of Posts,
Sunday the 28th of June 2009 - Hatred
Monday the 15th of June 2009 - But why?
Thursday the 4th of June 2009 - Mangoes and Obesity

The website contains the following sections,

Roz o Shab - Personal Weblog

Reviews - Reviews (and much more preferably critiques) of things experienced from time to time.
    Movie Reviews
    Restaurant Reviews

Opinions - Personal Opinions

Polls - Democratic opinion gathering

Projects - Personal Projects that I am working on
    Pakistan Curriculum Project

Collections - Personal electronic collections
    Paintings
    Poetry

Nawab ud Daulah Nizam ul Mulk Aala Hazrat Shams ud din Muhammad Altamash Hai Khan Bahadur Yar Jung; Altamash; Psychotic; Arranger; Passionate; Excited; Moron; Perceiving; Vile; Gourmand; Scientific; Opinionated; Gikian; Insane; Mature; Fat; Confused; Extrovert; Serene; Aesthete; Rude; Artistic; Idiosyncretic; Evil; Intense; Enjoyable; Achiever; Nervous; Infantile; Inharmonious; Sensing; Diplomatic; Thinking; Sarcastic; Ugly; Genius; Acrid

Born 19 September 1980.

Started thinking somewhere around 15 October 1980. Based on personal understanding of being slower than other people.

Started talking somewhere around September 1981. I would have had an actual date if my parents had kept a baby book.

Started writing in 1996.

Started blogging in 2002.

This is my first proper personal website and it is being published on the 31st of May 2009.

Emails can be sent at aala hazrat at gmail dot com.