Life Manual

Life is better handled, prepared.



Here are two interesting miniature conversations I had .

Mr.N called at the store (on a landline) .

Mr.N:hello,How are you?
Hani:Iam fine
Mr.N:Where are you?
Hani:Iam at the place you called me!

Two customers come whom I’ll call customer A and customer B and me

Customer A:how much is this shoe for?
CustomerA:and this one?
Customer A:how much is this?
(all this while the customer is releasing air from his mouth,symbolizing costliness)
Customer A: And how much is this?
Customer A to Customer B:350 is his favourite number.
Hani: My favorite number is 1 million US dollars.

Dad,customer and me.

Dad to customer:On what date do you get paid?
Customer:29th of each month.
Hani: Does that mean you don’t get paid in February?



Name:Hani Arif
Hair: Bald
Eyes: Myopic
I was going through the pictures in my pc and realized
one thing that over 90% of the pictures in my PC are
of my own self and I was to myself: So many pictures
of myself!! (Actually, I was like, meri itni zyada
tasveerain). And I thought to myself, “no more!” So,
it came to light that I was my own favorite SUBJECT.Somewhat like,
Iam being paid to shoot myself.

If you have read my previous emotional post, and after
that if you read the comments, you’d have noticed one
thing, that my emotion ran wild and bumped into the
heart of someone called a spammer and I got 11 out of
10 comments from Mr.Spammer. Wow dude, am impressed
you really LOVE me and you really make me HAPPY! You
make me so happy that I want to bust up my own blog!
And then laugh about it!
Funny thing is that I can’t even delete those
The Exams Excuse ain’t doing any good. I still blog
every other day.
Maybe if no one was reading my blogs and no there were
no comments, I would not be writing frequently. But
how can that be? Mr.Spammer won’t let that happen. He
has to make me write because he is such a big fan of
mine, such a big FAN of mine!
Sadaf, mars…. you’d know exactly what I mean! (since
you two are the only real people who read my blog).
But think about this, who else in this beautiful blog
community has a fanatic fan like I do? Puts all others
to shame!!



As I write this post, I am feeling a sense of belonging to this blog world and I have fallen in love with blogging. Adrenalin is flowing inside my body. I think of my blog several times a day (read like An apple a day keeps the doctor away).” Life manual” is the happiest place for me now a days. My writing or my expression of (my) thoughts in words is very weird, sometimes I can write incomprehensible sentences, the reason being my not wanting to tell things that I write. I can’t keep them inside and I want to keep them inside but over time I can become a totally comprehensible dude! Having not had a feelings sharing talk with any of my friends for a long time (read like, I am lonely, need to share feelings) (you just read three minus one (read like, two) examples of incomprehensible sentence). Okay, this is getting too much. (read like, …) Just Joking! 🙂 I know it is very early to say this but here it goes: Readers, if I may not be regular with postings for the next 6 weeks (or whenever) please don’t desolate me. YOU MAKE ME HAPPY!

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A haircut had been long pending for me to take since long ago. I never got the right urge to go last week but I went yesterday and got it done.
I am 50% of a child when it comes to getting a haircut.Children don’t like to go for haircuts, that’s my 50%.
Also, spending money on a haircut is what I consider overspending. Even though, it’s very cost effective, I make a haircut last with me for a month, whereas I can easily spend twice that amount on one meal in a day.
Now a days the traffic police is in full alert in Qatar, checking violators of traffic laws, the most violations: Failure to use seat belts.
The amount of the fines are accounting up in thousands. Makes me wish (keh chaalees, pachaas, police stations he khol lay banda,acha business ho ga)
I am feeling very sleepy, it happens every morning, sleep uses its full force to make my eyelids rest for a while. If it weren’t for writing this blog, I’d be in dreamland.

Aren’t we forgetting something?

The other 50%, perhaps? Is that, I don’t cry when I am taking a haircut. 😀