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Sunday, May 30, 2004
My name is Shujaat. I am a boy. I live in Rawalpindi.
—Written by my younger bro, Shujaat, while answering a question which asked to write a few lines on his favourite personality. He earned a zero.
I am going to close my eyes and have some sleep … so draw an eye on both of my eye-lids.
—Imran, while attending a lecture of artificial intelligence
I think girls are good at math.
—Hassan, comparing himself with his class-fellows
Does IT assure morality?
—Waqas, General Secretary of Barani English Literary Society, suggesting a theme for the topic of an English debate competition
There would be Allah’s law on the Judgement Day, not General Musharraf’s.
—Imam of the mosque near our institute, Baba ji, addressing before the Friday prayer
Where did you get this petrol?
—A service boy at the local petrol station, commenting on the colour of already present petrol in the transparent bottle I asked him to fill. I came to know later that the existing petrol was purchased by my elder bro from the same petrol station.
Remember, these are just like your own personal computers.
—An ending sentence of the list of do’s and dont’s for the computer labs in our institute
The moment I saw that needle, I thought, ‘God! This can be used for a buffalo!’
—Wse, before donating his blood
—Reaction of Bilal when Mr. Khattak said that he had started checking our mid-term tests
Whenever I get out of breath, Mr. Wilson, I simply take another one.
—Dennis the Menace, in a comic strip