This is just
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and
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too!
*waiting for more of the good stuff
Kambakht Ishq!
When comes nudity and violence...huh?
pp007 mayn tumahara dard samjh sakta / sakti hoon …
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(PP007 ko apnay kandhay par utha kar jaldi say pait kay bal kholnay walay daaktar kay paas lay jaata / jaati hay
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)
ps: weldone eccept one
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mayn tumahara dard samjh ** sakta / sakti ** hoon
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... and I thought, only confused is confused. Idher to halaat iss say bhi kharab hein.
Pristine, I wanna see some violence in the next one too.. can you kill some of the guppies I don’t like? I’ll pm you their names. and 
I do not do drugs!! at least not in public!! I could have very well waited until after the meeting to get high. Mursy needs to be more discreet, this could cost him his mod-ship 
Very observant pieces 
me not in the meeting:( so i will not even bother to read the whole thing.
Allah Hafiz.
read confused’s profile
he spread his confusion almost every whr
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is ka kuch karna pare ga bahi jaan
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Originally posted by Pristine:
** Sherlock Holmes! :)
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Did anyone notice Pristines icon :D
How many of you wanna bet that the second episode was written by Janab-e-Aali Pristine Sahib himself? :D
Good news! I finally got the third episode, and as suggested, all of them are now combined below. This is clearly the final installment of this meeting, which turned quite messy in the middle, but its ending was quite unusual, as even I was not expecting it. Enjoy :)
The Grand Gupshup Annual Meeting
The second grand get-together of Guppies finally happened. The place was Rustom Khan Kabab House, and there were so many of us there, that he had to close the shop for all other customers.
Always punctual, the first to arrive were Muzna and Anokha. The waiters later told this scribe, that she was heard giving basic lessons on setting up the cutlery to the headwaiter. The poor soul kept nodding his head, having no clue as to why he should be setting up separate spoons for soup and dessert. Or place two forks for salad and main course. Anyway, that was all before the other Torontonians showed up.
Hayaa hitched a ride with Desi_Munda, thinking she was being clever. But she had not realized that Desi had asked confused to pick them up, and confused is driving STOCK cars these day (by the way, there is nothing “stock” about stock cars). Long story short, we have it on good authority that when this group arrived, hayaa was a bit disheveled, Desi had a dazed smile on his face and confused was ... well, just confused.
Right about the same time, the first American group arrived. Pilot_25 had graciously allowed Amreekan guppies to hop into his Cessna, but at the last moment, he was held up by FBI. Apparently he had forgotten to take flight lessons on how to land *the plane. He was last heard arguing, that flying the plane does not mean, he can only land it on an airstrip(!). We wish him all the best. So, in the end, we had to buy last minute tickets from Priceline, and only a few made it. **Azkar Choudhry, **Fraudz* and NYAhmadi **got the first plane in. **Pakistani Abroad didn’t buy a ticket, but just sweet-talked his way into the airplane by chatting up a cute airhostess.
Just as the guests were settling down, the Egyptian, Thap, arrived with the boisterous European brigade. Led by sabah, this group included the chatty Malik73 (wearing a green jacket and a hat with the words “Vote for Musharraf” written on top), Xtreme came wearing his signature green and white shorts (ok, you can call them chaddis) and **cat-women **holding proudly the South African flag in her graduation ensemble, complete with the funny hat.
Muzna, assumed the role of the hostess, and placed everyone on their assigned seatings (she assigned them right then) when Anchal and who---me, came in. They were dragging KAKA-ATOM-BUM behind them. Apparently KAKA didn’t want to come, as he had bragged so much about own biceps that it was impossible to meet up to all the expectations. He had dressed up in a loose baggy shirt just so he can hide his stick-like arms. We all forgave him. After all this is just net culture. Cyber world. All that crap.
The remaining guppies continued to join us through out. The purpose of the meeting was ill-defined, although there were rumors of continuing on the great tradition of kabab house, and ppl were found reminiscing about samoosas they had last time.
BoSS and queer dashed inside just then, with Abdullah_k following them on his bicycle. Out of nowhere, ehsan **and **Sentinel also made an entry, though to this day, it is unclear where they came from.
“Folks, lets get started. Its important that we organize ourselves, and place the order, first”, Muzna was trying to make some sense out of the madness.
“I propose a toast”… NYA started off by raising his glass of water.
Just then, Malik73, had an urgent need to use the rest room, and he dashed off.
“Lets toast for the good health and prosperity to all the jews all over the world”, NYA completed the sentence. Ghalib and Xtreme started off speaking at the same time, and the remaining toast was lost in a rumble of pandemonium. The whole riot was controlled, when sabah banged her hand on the table and Desi_Munda stood up (yes, guys, all he did was just to stand up, and there came an eerie silence in the room. Even the waiters were seen scrambling to hide in the corners). Just then, Malik returned from the loo, a bit red-faced. Apprently the kabab house management had placed old newspapers in some strategic places in the rest room, whereby Malik was forced to step on a picture of the dear beloved Queen to complete whatever he needed to do there.
“I say we get past the toast business, and lets order. We can all chat later on”, Muzna, ever the wise-one suggested.
Once the waiter had taken the orders, Pakistani_Abroad stood up and started off the proceedings by launching a complaint against Sentinel for removing his latest post from the forum. Sentinel responded by quoting from six different books of ahadith on the importance of learning and keeping away from Shaytaan. Azkar Choudhry noticed the changing colors on Pakistani Abroad's face on the mention of ahadith and wisely suggested that PA should do well to post about something else. At this point Mursalin pointed out that all members should always use private messaging and email to contact forum moderators and the annual meeting should not be used for personal complaints.
At this point, a guy entered the kabab house. He seemed rather agitated. When the waiter asked his nick, he mumbled a few. None of them matched the database, but some of them were vaguely familiar. He first claimed to be showkot, then became showkat, then shawkot, then Saifxxx, then “That_K_Word”. Unfortunately, the kabab house management took offence on the “K” word and ordered him out. At which point he threw several pamphlets on the floor and shouted at the top of his lungs that all our problems will be solved once we had “K” established. He was kicked out and we restarted the proceedings.
“Lets give some beauty tips to the girls”, Anchal suggested.
Aapkiamaanat, intervened at this point and proceeded to give a lengthy sermon in the light of quran and sunnah on why women should not beautify themselves.
Sarah Splendor stood up. “Enough! Now I am a follower of great Bimbuko god of central african jungles and I refuse to listen to all this”.
“Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder” Roman tried to cajole aapkiamaanat, but NYAhmadi would have none of it.
“It is proven that the only beauty in this world belongs to those who live in New York”. NYAhmadi explained. AliBeta vigorously nodded his head, although it later became clear that he was listening to Daur-e-Janoon, all this time through his walk-man.
“What utter nonsense. NYA, you have lost it completely now. May I remind you that you Yankees are the most notoriously unattractive people in the world. If you wanna see the real beauty, come and I will show you some English rose”, Xtreme had enough.
“Folks, give it up”, Thap said. “This is no time to fight, we are all here to have fun and enjoy and by the way, did I tell you, that I am getting hitched?”
“Chanda, this is a Pakistani meeting, so a little fighting here and there is not a problem, waisay , humph ... the most beautiful person in the world is hamaree queen”, sabah chipped in.
“Mere piyaray bachoon, tumm sub larai bandd karo. Let the peer saheb write you a taweez which will make you beautiful in no time. Hadiya for the taweez is a mere $99.99 plus shipping and handling, and if you order within the next ten minutes, I will also include a free carrying case. Yes, absolutely FREE" Pir saheb Fraudia shareef, called out from one corner of the room.
We noticed that throughout all this, PakistaniAbroad and LahoriMaharani were standing in a corner whispering to each other. They even tried to inconspicuously leave the room, but just at that time, the waiters started to bring in the dishes.
“Aye tai timing ghalt ho gayee, Paki ji” LahoriMaharani crooned.
“Fikr na karo, Maharaniji, aye thora jiya taime ve guzar lavo, fer assan movie waikhan javaan gay”, PakistaniAbroad reassured his new love.
PiyariCGudiya rose up “I could never understand, why do these darn Punjabis always insist on speaking Punjabi in these gatherings. This just shows how these people want to trample the rights of people of smaller provinces”
“Oh puhleez, just give up this constant Punjabi bashing. There are better things in life than that”, Abdali probably had enough.
“Yeah I know, you love the dictator so much, that you have lost all comprehension for the rights of Sindhis. They are a crushed lot”, FARID was agitated.
“People!” Pristine rose up. “There is a time and place for every thing. We are here to have some fun”
“I strongly agree. Lets eat and then all of us go to cast our votes for Musharraf”, Malik73 made good use of the opportunity.
“Sorry guys, I won’t be going to cast my vote for Mushy. He has already spent 2 billion of my tax rupees on his campaign, and I will never forgive him for the rest of my life. There is something called public trust and honesty”, MJ raised the same old mantra.
“Give up, old fella”, Dil He Pakistani had enough of this nonsense. “If you don’t want to give your vote to Musharraf, then don’t give. He will win without your vote”
On seeing, that the mood of the party had gone decidedly political, Sehar quickly requested Dhoop to liven up the party with some songs. Dhoop politely declined, as right at that moment she was wrestling with a particularly stubborn piece of chicken tikka.
“It’s a good thing, we are all together today” Hayaa had now recovered from the ghastly ride in the stock car and was smiling. “Atleast now, I can collect all the overdue eidis from the miserly people who are just giving me tasaliyaan all this time”
Xtreme gave an annoyed look to hayaa, and nudged Mursalin. Both the British gentlemen were seen whispering for some time. Then Mursalin rose up, went to hayaa and gave her a small packet. We were never told what was in the packet, but hayaa immediately excused herself and dashed off to the ladies room. On her return, she had a very dazed look in her eyes and was giggling uncontrollably. Some ladies who tried to use ladies room afterwards complained of some pungent smell in there and stubs of burnt cigarettes.
“Tussi logaan nay te rola ee paya huwa hai” ChanMahi had finished his tikka and was waiting impatiently for the rest to finish so he can order his favorite dessert, firni. “Khaan mukao, tay asaan gul agay barhaiyay”.
“This restaurant has a decidedly unsophisticated look to it. Maybe next time we should have the annual meeting in Australia, or maybe even a virtual meeting. I think I can write a program for that in ten minutes”, who---me suggested.
“Not at all. I have already complained so many times to Muzna that the annual meeting should always be in London” khan sahib would never let an occasion go by, “but she not even responds to my emails”.
Ali_R rose up, “this is all a conspiracy against the members. This kabab house is no good, but what can we, the ordinary members do. No one listens to us. But I have learnt my lesson well”
“Mein to kehta hoon, next time, lets meet right after Junaid bhayee’s concert in Timbukto”, Ali Beta said. “I just talked to Junaid bhayee and he is not retiring. Allah ka shukr hai, mein to ghabra hee giya tha. His manager, Badar saheb, is a very nice gentleman. He has given me free tickets to all the concerts of Junaid bhayeee. Junaid bhai is the best”.
“Abay chup karr, Junaid bhayee ka chamcha”, Arnold Shalwar Nicker started laughing. “Aik baar aur Junaid ka naam liya to rapta maroon ga ghuma karr”
“Aray iss ko dekho… hehehehe, lol! Khamkhuwa free ho raha hai. Mods daikh rahay ho. Phir na kehna kay mein larai karta hoon”, Ali Beta was visibly upset.
“Hahahaha…. naraz kyon hotay ho. Chalo ye batao, tumharay paas, Tintum Khan ka naaya gaan aagiya hai ‘meri saari naslein usaas hein”, ASN mocked Ali Beta
“Yes, I have got it. Kall hee Pakistan say meray bhai nay bheja hai. If you want it, then message me”, Ali Beta was still red-faced.
“Uff toba… ye saari music haraam hai” ammarr also had some old scores to settle, “waisay my cousin wanted to hear Tintum Khan, ASN can you please send it to me, so I can give it to my cousin?”
“If everyone is finished eating, lets order the dessert”, Anokha UK announced.
“Sorry, I am on dieting, smile, and I am already quite worried about my forthcoming job interview, so I will not be eating any dessert”, Munni excused her self.
“Come on, Munni. You just order gulab jaman, and I will eat them for you” MadCon winked.
“Maddy, you mean, you will not share my barfi with me?” ammarr was suddenly alarmed.
“Oh my darling, you are so sweet. Ofcourse I will share your barfi with you”, now MadCon was winking with both eyes.
“MadCon you are so sweet” Qrius was everyone’s favorite friend.
“Yes, but just keep away from my Gizzy darling”, Mem saheb suddenly noticed all the winking going around.
“Oh jeez. You guys are giving me diabetes” Sadi Sobi had enough of this mushy stuff. “If the admin had made me a moderator, I would have closed down all that stupid love threads. Café looks like a regular red light area”.
“It does not!” ahmadjee was certainly not pleased.
“Guys, guys! Give up. I wonder why all of you are so quick to lose your temper”, Pristine again interjected.
“I think it is time, we pack off”, Muzna started off saying.
“No, no, no” were shouts all over.
? Stood up and looked at his group. “Since I have been so loyal to all of you, by opening threads congratulating you guys on your milestones, I think it is time, you guys show some appreciation for my efforts and nominate me for moderator”
“Bhaiyya, aap nay bilkul sahi kaha. Magar Gadha bhai or ammarr bhai ka bhi to haq banta hai”, Proudpakistani 007 responded.
“Mein to sirf aik Gadha hoon, aur tanha bhi hoon”, Gadha looked very depressed.
“Oh gadha bhai, aap kyon rotay hei. Abhi aap ki saari behnain hein idher”, Destinee tried to comfort him.
Right then, Sarah Splendor threw up, and Najim rushed to mop up the floor. Ehsan was seen clearing up the dishes and tipping the waiters, while confused and iffy started asking people to make groups so they can take pics and post them on the Image Gallery.
Crisis struck. Saadia, Degas and aMiGo formed a danda-bardaar khidmet-e-nisaa police force and tried to stop all females from posing for photographs. While Sadiaa's opinion was that it is out-right haraam for females to take pictures, Degas and aMiGo, were worried that posting pictures on the web will result in ultimate crisis for these girls later in life. Anchal, cat-woman and MadCon were furious at, what they called, absolute absurdity. Since MadCon had spent years (in the gym), so she called the danda-bardaar khidmet-e-nisaa police force for a showdown.
Seeing that the situation is rapidly growing out of control, drastic measures were called for. hmcq and BoSS got hold of Degas, while Tanhayan and &Passionate grabbed MadCon. A bad fight was avoided, but aMiGo still managed to throw a chair on the opposition party. It stuck Andhra who was knocked out and was taken away in an ambulance. His last words were "I have a question, I have a question".
With relative calm brought back to the meeting, confused again restarted his campaign to take pictures. Surprisingly most of the mods chickened out and started making all sorts of lame excuses for not being picturized.
"I am very un-photogenic" from Ahmadjee got the ultimate award for 'Bitter Truth of the Evening', while "My amma jaan told me not to take a picture today" from Xtreme won the accolades for the lamest excuse.
Khanzada was the most sought-after celebrity for the picture-taking group. His job was to give a thumbs up and call “yeh to best ho gaya” before each snap shot. This comment worked like a charm and everyone laughed out loud, so in most pictures, the participants looked like an advertisement for Dentonic toothpowder.
mad_Scientist had to be forcibly removed and insulted when he tried to pose with every group. "I was just trying to bring a sense of patriotism in the pictures with my Jinnah cap and sherwani", he complained to us, later on. Some people just don't get it.
So while the willing sheep were herded for the obligatory mug-shots, several small groups formed here and there to talk about stuff of bilateral interest. We tried to roam around to get an idea of what sort of discussions took place, so we can bring you more details.
ProudPakistani007 and Sentinel were found huddling in a corner discussing the various pros and cons of chatting with na-mehram people on the chat when face up walked up to the duo and made a comment on the irony of the situation. The matter was brought under control by timely actions of mushi and Shah Jahan. Once they were able to pull apart face up and Sentinel, both were asked to keep a minimum of 15 feet of distance between them at all times.
In another corner Ace and PakistaniAbroad were trying to sort out their differences. Our mole tells us, that at the end, both were seen shaking hands and kissing each other on the cheeks. W'allah o Aalim!
"You dumb shmuck!", this loud shout brought all of us to another part of the room which, here-to-fore, was dominated by some political minded folks. We tried to figure out who lost the temper.
Apparently the American troika of my voice, Ohio Guy and Ex-Army had managed to isolate Mursalin and outlaw from the rest of the group and were trying to get some straight answers out of them.
"Just admit it, you don't want us here", Ohio Guy didn't look pleased with the answers he was getting.
"You are entitled to your opinion, but....." outlaw was not allowed to finish.
"Cut the crap, old boy. You delete every second post I write. You just can not tolerate us", my voice was equally angry.
"I am telling you. If you have a problem, send a private message to ....", the last bit of the sentence was lost, as Ex-Army punched Mursalin on the face. Xtreme went to the rescue of his colleagues while NYAhmadi rushed to beef up the pro-America contingent. The fight was aborted, but Mursalin put on dark-glasses. We are told that the black eye took two days to get back to normal.
During all this, some new members were gathered on one side of the room. ukhalil was giving a sermon on the evil of America to a very unsure audience, while Warrior of Allah was distributing some flyers.
"I am telling you folks. America is evil. You are all brain washed by American propaganda. I know for a fact that Jay Leno is actually a woman. You don't know the facts", ukhalil was going on about his favorite topic.
"Give it up, dude. We all know David Letterman is more popular", ajee was not impressed.
"See, the ignorance. I feel sorry for you. Everyone knows that Fox is owned by Sharon, and you still watch David Letterman. Shame on you. You are blinded by propaganda", ukhalil pressed on.
"Since you are still in grade school, so obviously you can't understand the high-class humor of Letterman", Faraz Mir mocked ukhalil.
"You are making me sick. Gosh you make me laugh. I know all the facts. You don't. Open your eyes. Khuda hafiz", ukhalil stormed off the meeting. We can't honestly say we missed him, but he was cute in his own way.
"I do!". The familiar two words had a magnetic effect on most people in the room, and we rushed to the front part of the restaurant, where a blushing belle was exchanging the vows with Asado. Boyz99 was acting as the bestman while MadCon and proudpakistani007 were bride's maids. After the nikkah, the bride and groom tried to kiss, but ahmadjee refused to give permission for that and hence they had to make do with a hand-shake. The bride threw her bouquet up in the air, and all girls made way for Munni to catch it. But at the last moment cat-woman made a huge jump in the air and caught it. We all felt sorry for both of them. The couple immediately departed for their honeymoon. We were told that Asado's parents had given him permission to use the master bedroom for the wedding night and he can stay in their home with belle till they both complete twelfth grade, which they hope to complete in three year's time. Atleast that part of the evening had a happy ending, or at least we hope so.
With the evening rapidly turning into the wee hours of morning, it was time to pack up. Coconut pinched the cap of mad_scientist and started a donation drive to pay for the food. He had a dismal rate of success, and whatever little money he collected, he pocketed to buy a few new bulbs for his garden as the summer is fast approaching. In the end, Azkar coughed up the whole bill and swore off from organizing any such gathering again, without collecting advance payment from the mods. We all laughed it off, and planned to meet again in a few weeks time. Insha Allah.
With that, the evening officially ended and we all headed to our homes. We hope you enjoyed the coverage of the “Grand Meeting” as much as we enjoyed writing it for you.
Take care.
While i was reading the complete story..i really enjoyed it..but by the time i read the end it almost made me cry..is it just me? or it does feel emotional at the end? (where it says insha-Allah)
Once again i just wanted to thank all the folks you were involved in writing this. Thanks for all the laughs :)
… and I thought you were bad in not keeping the unsecret [email protected]
by the way, idhar kidhar bava ? I kan’t see kharabi in halat 
Pristo jigar, you got bio-nick iyees? 
anyway, its not as you figured
There is no point hiding the fact that I am un-photogenic (a good way of saying plain ugly)! But I don't let people kiss???!
Earlier in the meeting someone accused Cafe to be the red-light place of gupshup (I would what they think of corner room) & later they say I don't let people kiss? The fact of the matter is I just look the other way when Xtreme & NYA are in the same thread!
zabar10 prinstie pra u are way too creative
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maan gay aap ko bhi bhia jaaan 
wo phisal kar gir jaingay , ziada nai 
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Pristine, I wanna see some violence in the next one too.. can you kill some of the guppies I don't like? ...
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] ke meray qatal kay baad jafa say toba
hy uss zad-o-paimaan ka pashimaan hona
but... wait... did I really made the kill list ? :D
ps: j/k
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wo phisal kar gir jaingay , ziada nai :D
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aap ho na uthaane ke liay ;)
Friendship is a precious gift from ALLAH, only lucky ppl have got this gift. And thank God, I am among those ppl
arrey nai baba, ham giray howon ko nai uthatay na 
waisay agar aap kahayn to socha jasakta hay
LOL
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all three were
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The three episodes of grand gupshup meet higlight the poor economic condition of guppies living in Pakistan
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** Dress to impress not to kill **