Lagda ehsan bhaijaan de kalaijay wich thand paee thorri jee. Didn't Faisal named you Ehsan Khan Afridi of Mardaan?
^ Actually it was you :p
yeah, idea mera tha but you stamped it with a Seal of the Office.
I wish to take nothing away from you, and your idea. You deal with Ehsan bhai Afridi shareef.
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*Originally posted by Faisal: *
Just FTP it yaar. Sending a whole match via email??? Its frightening. How big is/are the file/files, anyway?
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Faisal bhai, my business website is down and I cant do no FTP or nutting like that. But I am more than happy to load it up on Gupshup FTP if a seperate thread needs to be open for it i am more than willing to do it.
As for the files :) I didnt see the size... One is 4.2GB and one is 1.2 GB. I forgot that my computer recorded it @ DVD quality. I fink I can record it at much lower quality and have half the size and do 2 files.... Guide me peepz....
-Salman
Anything over 100MB is kinda hit or miss... when you are using email (even with unlimited accounts). If you can get the file to me, I can put it on an FTP site so others can download it. Though I am not sure how will Dish folks look at it. Unn ko tau ghash pe jaana ay.
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*Originally posted by Faisal: *
Anything over 100MB is kinda hit or miss... when you are using email (even with unlimited accounts). If you can get the file to me, I can put it on an FTP site so others can download it. Though I am not sure how will Dish folks look at it. Unn ko tau ghash pe jaana ay.
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I doubt it because to them only broadcasting live matters the most. PM me your email and I will start the transfer rite now.. and see how it goes... I already have started the attachment to my aol email....
-Salman
Yikes it aint letting me upload that big of a file.. any other suggestions ?
-Salman
Break the file into bit-sized pieces?
I am not sure if i could do that… its a media file…
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-Salman
File transfer over MSN?
Edit. Scratch that. Its not likely to work either. Burn a DVD and mail it. Or better yet, put it on eBay and make money. :)
Umm that would be violating some laws for sure by burning it and selling it on ebay :) but I am surely going to look it up with the laws and for sure it can be a seller on ebay :)...
umm we can surely try over the msn... or aol file transfer. ... so how we do this ?...
-Salman
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*Originally posted by SalmanNY: *
Umm that would be violating some laws for sure by burning it and selling it on ebay :) but I am surely going to look it up with the laws and for sure it can be a seller on ebay :)...
umm we can surely try over the msn... or aol file transfer. ... so how we do this ?...
-Salman
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Talk to 5abi or who-me.
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*Originally posted by ehsan: *
Talk to 5abi or who-me.
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Umm ok will do...
-Salman
Screw Dishnetwork man, post that shyte
I missed the replay
Can't watch the next match either, it's like Wednesday at 2:30 am or something ridiculous like that
salman bhia.. cant wait to watch the gameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... i do have gmail account but cant have more than 1 gb :(
kuch karainnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
hey thats not fair 
that means you arent a true supporter 
Bro i would love to but I yet have to figure out out too…
-Salman
Treasuring Shahid Afridi
A rogue talent
Osman Samiuddin
August 25, 2004
How many players has Pakistan wasted over the years? How long is a piece of string? So many have come as quickly as they have gone, so many we have been bewitched by, and so many we have despaired of that we have become numb to the lost talent. For every Yasir Hameed, there is an Imran Nazir, a Mohammad Wasim or an Ali Naqvi, for every Mohammad Sami, a Mohammad Zahid or a Mohammad Akram. It doesn’t seem to matter anymore, for someone will always emerge and perhaps that is the way of things. But sometimes, every now and again, you stop and wonder how we have become so blasé about them. And instead of trying to understand why they failed, you try and appreciate what they can bring to the game, no matter how sparingly.
Shahid Afridi’s ebullient contribution to Pakistan’s win over India on Saturday was the latest in a series of one-offs. Not many players who have exasperated as much as him garner as much attention – even in disappointment there is eminence – but then Afridi has always had something about him, a sense of cricketing decadence in the gloriously neglected manner in which he has frittered his unique gifts. That he has done it so extravagantly, perversely, has enamoured him to some of us. The chances that he will suddenly discover the discipline and the judgement he has lacked for so long are slim. But should that overlook the allure – intermittent, as it is – that he possesses?
There isn’t much that is tangible about it, certainly not his career figures; but at its essence his game is an unbridled, almost raw, joy. Much of the charm of Afridi is of a rustic sort, he provides the romance in the game, and all good ones are doomed to failure anyway. There is such a foolish abandon in the way he bats that you wonder whether he has progressed from batting on a potholed street, protecting not stumps but mango crates. He is, in local parlance, a lapaytoo – a street-slogger but with less technique and discretion. In the gallis their job is to swing at almost every ball, and that Afridi does it still at international level is absurd. He has had so many comebacks that he qualifies as a fully paid-up resident of the last-chance saloon, living fastidiously by its fatalistic ground rules.
He reacquainted himself with us on Saturday with a buoyant second ball six, out of the ground for good measure. It could have been on any street in Karachi and it could just as easily have been mi**** to mid-on. There followed a couple of audacious boundaries and a diabolical dismissal – one that confirmed for most Pakistanis that he might never learn. But he came back, and picked up four wickets, taunting us and daring us to doubt him. Along with Shoaib Malik he turned the match, as if to the manner born. In the field, he was Pakistan’s chirpiest outfield presence since the days of Javed Miandad.
But it isn’t even the bits n’ pieces of his batting or bowling, it is instead the whole. He is blessed with a presence; he can make things happen, and around him, things happen. The problem is that he doesn’t know when and how it happens and neither do we. In that way, a comparison with Virender Sehwag – as there was in Pakistan earlier this year – while not obvious, is not entirely untenable. And watching Andrew Flintoff perform this summer can’t help but invoke a tinge of regret at what Afridi has squandered.
Of course, his appeal lies partly in his failure to emulate these standards. Maybe there isn’t a permanent space for him in the modern day game, reliant as it is not only on extravagant natural gifts, but on self-discipline and the ability to harness that talent as well. He seems out of place and out of touch with the work ethics and willingness to learn and improve of today’s players. He will argue, as he has done, that the team has never used him properly and he does it with some justification. Even before the tri-nation series, the team management was unsure as to how to utilise him most effectively. His critics will argue that he has simply refused to learn in over seven years with the national team.
But surely there is room for an ephemeral rogue, if only because occasionally, and unexpectedly, he adds another dimension to any game. As he did against India in Peshawar earlier this year, he may very well embark on another disastrous run of failures after this latest encounter. But maybe that is okay; we know what we get with him and if he deigns to provide it to us when he feels fit to – or is allowed to – then why not admire it for what it is? Why live in the hope that he will come round and start doing it all the time? It is only sporadic moments of beauty he provides, but it is beauty nonetheless and for that alone it should be treasured.