The R Word

The world tries to touch me They feel its all they to whom belongs me. All broken from inside I roam stepping on my ash beside I laugh for the this world Its my inside that I cry for your world I want my tears out all for you Its your arms I want to sleep in dreaming about you Meet me once I again I say this to you again You were worthless for me You were the moments I live for me You left me in a way All the happiness left me that way It was always you to I belong It's your love that made me be yours for long Now all broken from inside Its your love for which I hate my selfside

First time it happened to me, That I feel I am not me. I know you knew not about it , But all that I live is now about you(it). Morning, noon, evening all are with you, It's the night that I dream about you. You knew not a thing about my love, I never try to let you know my love. Knowing it all you may escape away, Important is you for me , Arik pain in love will (soon) cast away

Human beings, biologically called as Homo-Sapiens, are species famous for haunting anything in their surrounding be it on land, air or even in the depths of water. They are blamed for making many species go extinct and our dear soldiers of sea, Mangroves are undergoing similar fate. Mangroves are various types of trees up to medium height and  shrubs  that grow in  saline  coastal sediment habitats in the  tropics  and subtropics . Mangroves make a special saltwater  woodland  or shrub land   habitat , called a mangrove swamp or mangrove forest. These swamp in turn protect the shores from high tides by acting as resistance and reducing the intensity. Moreover numerous fish use them as shelter and lay eggs in the swamps. Seeds collected from Sea In Pakistan, mangroves are located mainly along the delta of the Indus River (the Indus River Delta-Arabian Sea mangroves eco region). Major mangrove forests are found on the coastline of the provinces of Sindh and Baluchista

February 3 rd , 2014, was the day when I entered a place called CIIT Boys Hostel, entering the gates of hostel changed my life. Leaving behind all my friends and family members I chose to live at a place where I knew I would have no one to relate with. Slowly I adapted the environment of the hostel and adjusted myself according to hostel. Having to spent the first semester at hostel was little difficult as everything around me was new. New people, new surroundings, new friends and most of all new city.   This semester was spent in trying and understanding the differences between home and hostel. Finally by the time I was able to make friends, adjust to mess food and came to know of all the pros and cons of hostel the semester ended and I was at home for almost 1.5 month. But those 1.5 month appeared less. I kept on wishing that my holidays should be more and that I should have more time at home.   But as we say everything comes to an end and likewise these holidays came to an e

The city I call dead After getting admitted in COMSATS institute of information technology, 1.5 years back, I could still remember my happiness to study in a university ranked top in BCS and located in the heart of capital. I never knew the fact that my happiness will fade away and soon I will be missing the city famous for pollution, over population, theft and blood, yes I mean Karachi. The above mentioned terms are just few qualities that are given by the people of capital to my city, Karachi. I know that my city may had some defect yet the people in Karachi are all living. I could still remember the night of my flight to Islamabad when me and my friends were roaming on the streets of Karachi around 2.00 A.M in morning and yet didn't experienced the dead silence I experienced on the roads of Islamabad at 10.00 P.M. Landing on the airport and traveling all the way from there to my University I saw a clean and well-built roads, planned settlements, and green fi

Ruthless, is one word that explains my personality, parting the comforts of home I chased the discomforts of hostel. Giving away the shade from sun I took to run barefoot on searing land. The belief that my dream bring into being residing away from home made me zilch but a heartbreaking ruthless spirit. Chose neither sun nor shade, my feet never stayed at one place. I kept on running to my dream, I made my self my own messenger ran to the illustrious seven seas yet , there is a draught within my heart. That divan of mine and the cold sea breeze lurks my way back. That honeyed tumbler of milk and the frosty water all questions my shadow where is that cold-blooded me. How this selfishness of mine that I have forgotten old love of mine. Envisioning myself as a free man, free spirit, perceiving myself as a storm of wind, then why have I ended   within myself only. Chose things to do alone, defined myself as a running entity, looked inside me for happiness yet I  couldn't  fe

Pak-China Business Forum (PCBF) 2014 Pak-China two countries famously quoted as an example of friendship. PCBF is a joint venture of these two friends to promote the exchange of business between each other. This forum is actually a platform where buyer from country meet the seller from another country. Sellers exhibit their ideas and product to attract possible buyers which are later assisted by the B2B meeting being held. The real purpose of B2B (Business to Business) meeting is to exchange the business ideas between the two friendly nations. As a ritual from previous years this year again the event was hosted by COMSASTS- Institute of Information technology. Numerous students of CIIT-Islamabad campus were selected to be a part of PCBF ushers team. The ushers assist the CIIT-faculty making sure that the entire forum goes on smoothly. PCBF had a great opening, which began by the speech of the rector. He spoke on the ground of Sino-Pak friendship, moreover he e