Mutlashi

My last blog was posted in January 2017. Eight months have been passed. Its 10 th of Muharram the day when Shiite Muslim mourns the dreadful demise of Hazrat Imam Hussein. Its 2: 30 in afternoon at my Office (Ravi Center, Quetta) I just finished my work and started writing this piece. 2017 isn’t year of great achievements for me so far, but it can be as I am waiting for my interview which is to be conducted by Baluchistan Public service commission, I passed the test conducted for the post of Hydro-geologist in Ramadan this year and now eagerly waiting for my interview, If I get selected which I wish more than anything at moment, the last quarter of the year can still be fruitful in terms of any big achievement. What I do during the day? I get up early at 7:45 these days, take a shower, take my brake fast, and then I left for my office at 8:50, take a 10-minute ride on motorcycle to office, sits on God damn table designed by me but built off course by carpenter. I mostly sit

Though I was committed to write a blog every month, but this commitment seems to be another addition to long list of unfulfilled commitments. In support of above stated thought I would say that I still have my new year resolution written on piece of white paper placed under my working table mirror, the table I work on for at least 7 hours every day, I used to take a glance on my new year resolution, But now I haven’t put my sight on the paper for quite a while because I know I have failed myself yet again. Weight loss was not on the list of things I had to do during this passing year, but it came in midway as my first marriage proposal was rejected in June. The reason can be anything, but a brother like friend Nazir Dawi from Kabul suggested that I should immediately get in shape or in other case I should be mentally prepared for rejection of many more marriage proposals. So during Ramadan I showed great willingness to losing some weight, I worked on it starting from finding wei