I have heard

i heard it was made of ice, and it melted away because of the heat...

I heard that the house was made of glass, for the same reason.

speaking of household help..

Did you hear about Timebandit, the architect who had his house made backwards so that he could watch television?

I forgot what i HEARDDDDDDDDDDDDDd

hear of overbury's folly. now it is Tb's folly

I Heardddddddddddddddd.........

Hmm, I need to revise my list.

Well, I do need household help and that was in my list, I don't mean you fit that bill of course, plus you'd say I'm being mean (which I most certainly am not).

How else do I frame it... 'Please give Captain_Lost and his friend whatever they desire, be it from another planet'

Will that do?

Yeah.. Only if I'm there too in your wishlist :P

Santa is a close friend ;)

Oops, I was only trying to help. Can I please still send him my wishlist? *smiles like an angel with a glowing halo*

ROFL...

Enough making fun of santa... You're not gonna get any presents for this Christmas .. :P

haha, I know! Too bad for Santa, we need to fix this situation. Maybe climbing buildings like Spiderman would help.

Wow, Santa got really skinny then, if he uses ducts. Spoils his whole ho ho ho image doesn't it? Especially when he emerges suddenly from a water faucet :/

People are being so cruel to me these days ... :(

to answer ur question aiwa, ducts.. thats what Santa uses these days.. but he'd never use the front door.. :P

It took you that long to get a pint of milk? I never hijacked anything either, must have been my alternate personality :)

Was wondering... where does Santa Claus drop into homes from nowadays? No chimneys.

Tinks...grrr.. I thought i owned that title of being "the sweetest ever" guy..

I hope santa never appears this Christmas (JK)

Naaa Tinks... not on or even in your face. Although as you may have heard, I never hijack threads, I am an angel.

You are quite correct Captain, and Santa will need to start getting ready anytime soon for the big event. We are nearly into September now. Won't be long and I will have to pop up to the attic to get my Christmas Santa Bandit signature down to dust off.

And i've heard santa claus is never late .. :(

I pop out for a pint of milk, come back and find my thread has been around the block a few times. Grrrrr... (sound of door slamming).

Too bad... they don't like this planet much :(

Segmund, sleepless for 35 hours?? Darn.

Nope.. your friends have to come over here and "Embrace" him .. :P

Me... mean? Ouch. That's cruel.

Oh sure, all my friends are precisely as you described. Only problem is, they live on a different planet. Is your friend willing to relocate?

Mean.. :(

Oh yes, btw.. your friends should be: beautiful, intelligent, well educated (preferably PHD), extraordinary rich (preferably billionaire's daughters) and must have a ramp model's body physique ... these are just the BASIC requirements :P

aw, I would never laugh at a broken heart. The thing is, your heart is hale and hearty, so I can laugh :)

hmm, your friend sounds like a great catch, I'll tell all my single friends immediately!

Going to sleep. it is more than 35 hours of waking now. At 48, they say psychotic symptoms start appearing. Good day all.

Segmund.. No its fine.. i've learned my lesson.. which is

Tu nahi toh koi or sahi, espin nahi toh tor sahi, chingaye nahi toh mangor sahi..

Translation: Life goes on !! :(

aiwa.. see who's laughing at a broken heart now :(

but hey.. do let me know if any of your friends are looking for an old, poor, bald and chubby hubby ...

A friend of mine is looking for a bride :P

haha, you do need to fix your memory Captain! I remember mentioning it before. But I see you waste no time getting over a broken heart ;) bravo

Shall I call the emergency medical services. I do not want you to repeat the same thing as the son of a big politician who killed himself when he heard of the murder of Ghazala javed, famous singer.

She is not single but there is every chance she has a sister, or a cousin. Or if nothing there must be someone at least as beautiful as her, if not more.

And yeah, you need to fix a few issues in your head.

Segmund, Ya right :)

Damn !!

I heard u were single..

I really need to fix my hearing issues :(

sa kay pa zra kamzoray yama...:D

Translation: yeah, they are also good actors.

But you should try some day Deol's family and Sunil/Devgan also.. :)

they are the only reason I am afraid of India :(

The Great Great Badar Muneer yeah. ;)

LOL, good news for all the single ladies, but I am not single :)

Segmund, Talking about the Great Badar Muneer?

Aiwa... Lucky for you I'm still single..:p

heard that london olympics was a failure. Any updates on that TB?

LOL. heheheh

I don't know Captain, but am sure your wifey knows and is very happy with your honesty :D

hahaha, Segmund, now that's an entrance!

Awwww.. so sweet :P

Yeah i was on vacation .. but not with wife.. btw, you disappoint me coz you know how honest and true lover i am :"(

You will be missed dude.

You are so very right.

Aiwa, as to the entry, it reminded me of this entry. Watch till 25th second and immediately after. LOL

Of course Captain :)

Where were you? On a vacation with your wife?

Or so 'I have heard' :)

Segmund...Obviously you're NOT a chia.. and not beautiful :P

I was taking about aiwa .. Aiwa !! :D

Aiwa.. Missed me? :p

hmmm...so some of us can decide what per their definition is right and what not...great. Carry on, I am out of here. Hopefully none of you would ever say "what was this thread about" when I am posting something (unrelated and even nasty, as I decide) somewhere.

Have a great day ahead!!!

Captain-Lost, you sure know how, when and where to make an entrance :)

I aint no chica dear.

No merci... OK. LOL

No, it was the late badar munir.

whoa... all beautiful chicas in here !! :P

Thats what I've heard

Segmund, please do...and then read BETWEEN the lines ;)

Segmund, was that the late Sultan Rahi?

*oh no, now I'm definitely going to the post-deviating-criminals jail... nnooooooo*

But I could not read the girl-was-american part. Wait let me put my glasses on. :D

Huh? Someone scolded me?

Nah, that doesn't ever register unless it's my Mom or Dad.

Matlab I register only my parents' kind reprimands. The rest is just something to think over... if worthwhile and justified then I take action :D

True that Tinkerbell, those heroes get superhuman strength just before dying... if they die, that is.

Oops, I deviated again. I'm so bad :(

In one Pakistani movie, the guy fights with this army of enemies. He runs out of ammunition. He stands in front of the other men all armed with ak47s. He has an iron rod, and he just deflects all the bullets by using the rod like a baseball bat. :D

I hear screams !!! :(

segmund, as mentioned above, I read, I did NOT hear.....;)

But I shall keep my ears open...who knows, maybe I'll get some Chinese whispers...;)

Oh, where did you HEAR she was American. I think Mexican if I am not wrong.

In one Indian movie, mithan (I dont know if I am spelling correctly) is hit by a bullet during a fight. But he still keeps on fighting for a few seconds (a mistake in the movie I guess) and then after a few good seconds he grabs his chest and realizes he has been hit.

I think we have a similar situation. Although we three are smiling, has someone not just spanked us really, charging us to have a meetup or PM. I mean are we to be scolded by someone coming out of nowhere like this? I feel like being hit.

I have READ, not heard, that crazy americans bite good Pakistani boys....

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Segmund said Brit ...

I guess it is up to the man's discretion. He can take it or leave it. LOL

Once this happened with me in the US. In a small bar in Yale University, I had to give company to a friend of mine who had been visiting me. He liked to drink and dance. I did not do either but just sat in a chair watching the people dance to the tune of all the single ladies. A short lady fully drunk came and sat beside me. She said, "where are you from?" Before I could answer she swung her arms around my neck and held on to me as like a drowning man catches at anything. She said, " dont let me fall". And the next thing I knew was she immersed her front teeth in my cheek.

My friend would not believe this rape of his rugged friend. Next to the bar was an Arabic restaurant which had halal food. We went there and my friend told me the marks of the teeth were too obvious. The same girl walked in, and I told my friend she was the one, she was staggering and once again she opened her arms but this time fortunately her burly boyfriend held her back.

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I doubt anyone is ever serious on QL... with exceptions of course, on serious topics.

I have heard Prism does not like deviant little miscreants who stray from the topic under discussion :(

"Segmund" I like your counter argument. You know I heard

nahh just kidding.

Dunno about netiquette, but that's how random and off-tangent conversation goes in real life too.

Where can I find netiquette rules?

*Brainfreeze*

Excuse me please.

After noting that some of you have a common interest to talk about, you can either take it on PM's, arrange a meet up or open a separate thread...else it, in the book of netiquettes, amounts to insulting the OP if done so without his permission(which I did not see) as OP wanted to have a discussion on the point(s) he wanted to and hence he posted this thread and may not (or is not) be interested in what interests others, not here atleast. And it has no trace of 'religion', just plain simple netiquettes for people who attempt to show (read preach) others what it means by mannerisms, 24x7.

It seems like we have challenged a dogma of religion by taking the conversation on a natural course. Guys it is not hijacking the thread, it is a mere continuation of a discussion. I posted somet text and a friend of mine said he wont read it and I grilled him (of course, jokingly) for that. And thence stemmed this discucssion. By sheer chance, the three of us share something: literature and that has to do with reading rather than hearing. Hence all this discussion. Take it lightly guys.

TB...why then you considered I am not an 'Obedient QLer'?...:)

Well, I am not sure if you understand Urdu but there is a line that goes something like this: Jis dil peh naaz tha mujhay wo dil nahi raha. It is not everything about time only. It is the mood and the temperament which has changed for me. Besides there are other things that I need to read than fiction. But you are right, I should try.

Was the post about book reading or was it about "I have heard" and why people who say, say so!!!

A requisite of great art is that it is timeless. Be it the Mona Liza, Romeo and Juliet, or masnavi maulana Rumi, they have fascinated people through all times, they still are and they sure will do. Well, I do not know how accurate it might be but I can have a rough idea about a person's reading range by a single sentence that they speak or write..

Why you guys are hijacking the post? :(

I heard some of QLers hijacks every post, it's true?

But consider this Segmund; you had the luxury to choose and decide what you wanted to do. And you did it. That is an accomplishment. And as you say, reading is a hobby, make sure you pursue it whenever you get the time. On weekends go to Aspire Park and read romantically like that again :)

I used to be such a romantic reader once upon a time. I would go to the woods near my house and there under the shade of a big trea, leaning against its trunk, on the bank of the river, and would keep on reading whole books at end. My fortunes changed when I decided to become a doctor. Then there were no more trees, no more rivers and more plays of George Bernard Shaw. I quit a once deeply cherished hobby.

Thanks for that info Tinkerbell, am tempted to buy the Doyle set :)

Good to know you're an avid reader too (if you've read Anne of Green Gables, this is where she would say 'Good to know a kindred spirit' :) )

I've also downloaded as many books as I found online to my kindle. But I agree, nothing beats the pleasure of curling up comfortably and enjoying a REAL book!

Goes to show you have good deductive skills Segmund :)

You are lucky to enjoy Shakespeare. He is indeed out of this world and yet so very relate-able to any age.

Happy reading :)

I have all the plays of Shakespare on Ipad videos and text. But you are right. The fun of reading paper pages is a taste apart. Especially those books whose pages have aged giving the sweet fragrance when you bring them close to your face.

That is awesome! Guess what? From the outset I had been thinking you were in actuality a literature student. Shakespeare is just out of this world. I love to read and reread him.

haha, yep damsel, many times. And now it's stuck in my head 'rumor has it.. ruuuumor'

britexpat, it's been a long time since I read Sherlock... I would like to read that one though, where Moriarty dies.

I heard that London Olympics were biggest failure!

Lol, yes aiwa6! :D you heard it too? :P

I heard that Moriarty actually dies in one of the stories. Is that true ? :O(

Segmund, English Literature was my subject in university. So I studied Shakespeare. I enjoyed his works, but with in-depth analysis, never on my own; too many allegories and metaphors.

The Hunger Games is a very good read, though it can get depressing as it nears the end. Give it a try. Am thinking of reading Lord of the Rings trilogy again.

I used to love reading Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

I have come across this mirror site of QL and Doha News

http://qatarlivingpro.com/

Adele... now it's playing in my head! Talk about conditioning and association!

Rumor has it.. I just heard..... (playing on my mobile :P )

Why should I ever be sarcastic to you? Although, you might not remember, I still remember we were on rather friendly terms last year when I used to post here. Then I lost to follow because of my schedule. Now again in Ramadan and now in Eid holidays I am free so I have free time again.

Aiwa, nice stuff. Well, are you not into Shakespeare? Do you like English literature just like that or have you a formal background in it?

Hunger Games, how was it?

Thanks. Serious literature... hmm, always loved Bronte sisters' novels, Jane Austen. Tried reading Dostoevsky, couldn't complete it. I'd say am not much into heavy reading anymore. Recently finished the Hunger Games trilogy.

Tinkerbell, I have a hunch he was being eloquent rather than sarcastic... but I dunno... :/

That you have been studying widely is apparent from your writing style. Are you into serious literature?

True, Segmund. I used to read a lot earlier. But now I do very selective reading. Also, now I think reading people is a much more interesting thing to do :)

( كفى بالمرء إثما أن يحدث بكل ما سمع )

It is enough sin for a man to speak of everything that he hears

Hmm, interesting words about solids and liquids, from someone molten :)

What would a solid support be, food? Ok, I'll have that too.

Because , you was planning to have a liquid support, normally one goes for a solid support.

Not many people have discovered the joys of reading. Most of the people do not even understand how someone can remained glued to a nice book for hours at end.

Why MM, why?

Maybe I'll skim through it, and glean words of wisdom which might actually do me good. Don't want to miss that opportunity, do I?

Admit it,Please.

You won't be reading all that, a cup of tea is an excuse.

Not only you & not only one 'point',

there are many who are out to make 'points'.

I must say your words are as beautiful as that fairy in your display picture. Reminds of Macbeth's line, "Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence". You do seem to have some first hand knowledge of human life. I must say you have observed human interaction rather too closely.

I am such a fool not to have realized the things before, that you so perfectly pointed out.

Tell me now, what shall I do? Is there a way for me to undo, or is to get doomed is my destiny?

They say ' Pride has no limit to its height .. but has a sure fall.'

Sooner than later.

Sure, if you want to. It is a fun-read but more than that it was to make a point to timeba.

Tinkerbell, I know it is all my fault. Besides, I am a stranger. Who cares about a stranger when friends are around?

Oh, thanks Segmund. Maybe I need my morning cuppa tea and then I'll sit down to read :)

Me blushing Tinks

Correct

Wow, where did YOU hear about that, Tinkerbell? I heard it too, but was wondering about the authenticity.

:D

You do not need to read it. Your tastes are really refined enough.

tinkerbell:

He invited the whole wide world and said no to me. No body will miss me.

Haha!

Sorry, I couldn't read the long post either.

I love to read, but only when I want to, and material of my inclination and choice. Sometimes my mind likes pithy, relevant words/sentences only. What to do, that's the way I am. Everyone is different. And that's healthy.

Exactly Molten... I have always said 'as they say...', and never 'I have heard'. So am exempted from rumor-mongers ain't I?

Hmmm give it a go MM, you may be on to something there.

Are you a Stig fan also ?

What if I use ' they say ' ?

You have heard it wrong. Timeba is grounded for two hours. If he ever does that again, it is gonna be ten long hours.

I have just heard that after Timebandit slammed the door and hurt his ankle when he stamped his foot too hard, he is going to Villagio for a coffee and sandwich at Paul's.

Grrrr people who accuse me of being angry make me so blooming angry! Now I am going to stamp my foot and stomp out of the room and slam the door.

Someone is in an angry mood.

Your one brick short of a full load

Well, I have to put up with you. Coz my fate has not been kind to give me anything better. I shall either go stay alone, or put up with the likes of you. I like the later. Alas, alas, If you could just read, and could have read the writing by Robert Lynd. I would not have to keep on explaining.

You do not have to put up with the likes of me. Just avoid my posts.

Sebestian, thank you!

Segmund.. BINGO!

If I had the power to sum that up in one single sentence, I would not have to put up with the likes of you. It just proves the point that you are the only one may be who can NOT read and must hear. I hope you got my point.

I have heard that QL is gonna take some time off bcoz of so many geniuses & brilliant people posting nonsense..oooppsss..did i say "i have heard?" sorry...

There is no way I am going to read that. How about you explain in one sentence what that massive C&P is all about and save me and a whole load of others a day out of our lives.

Silence

Robert Lynd

Silence is unnatural to man. He begins life with a cry and ends it in stillness. In the interval he does all he can to make a noise in the world, and there are few things of which he stands in more fear than of the absence of noise. Even his conversation is in great measure a desparate attempt to prevent a dreadful silence. If he is introduced to a fellow mortal, and a number of pauses occur in the conversation, he regards himself as a failure, a worthless person, and is full of envy of the emptiest-headed chatterbox. He knows that 99 per cent of human conversation means no more than the buzzing of a fly, but he longs to join in the buzz and to prove that he is a man and not a waxwork figure. The object of conversation is, not for the most part, to communicate ideas; it is to keep up the buzzing sound. There are, it must be admitted, different qualities of buzz; there is even a buzz that is as exasperating as the continuous ping of a mosquito. But at a dinner-party one would rather be a mosquito than a mute. Most buzzing, fortunately, is agreeable to the ear, and some of it is agreeable even to the mind. He would be a foolish man, however, who waited until he had a wise thought to take part in the buzzing with his neighbours. Those who despise the weather as a conversational opening seem to me to be ignorant of the reason why human beings wish to talk. Very few human beings join in a conversation in the hope of learning anything new. Some of them are content if they are merely allowed to go on making a noise into other people's ears, though they have nothing to tell them except that they have seen two or three new plays or that they had bad food in a Swiss hotel. At the end of an evening during which they have said nothing at immense length, they justly plume themselves on their success as conversationalists. I have heard of a young man holding up the monologue of a prince among modern wits for half an hour in order to tell us absolutely nothing about himself with opulent long-windedness. None of us except the young man himself liked it, but he looked as happy as if he had had a crown on his head.

Many of us, indeed, do not enjoy conversation unless it is we ourselves who are making the most conspicuous noise. This, I think, is a vice in conversation, but it has its origin in a natural hatred of silence. The young man was so much afraid of silence that he dared not risk being silent himself lest a universal silence should follow. If he failed as a talker, it was because he did not sufficiently realise that conversation should be not only a buzz but a sympathetic buzz. That is why the weather is so useful a subject. It brings people at once to the experience which is generally shared and enables them, as it were, to buzz on the same note. Having achieved this harmony, they advance by miraculous stages to other sympathies, and, as note succeeds note, a pleasant and varied little melody of conversation is made, as satisfying to the ear and mind as the music of a humming-top. The discovery of new notes of sympathy is the secret of good conversation. It is because this is necessary to good conversation that a conversation of a party of three is so often a failure. Two of them discover a note of sympathy and they begin to buzz on it enthusiastically, forgetful of the fact that it is an occasion not for a double but for a triple buzz. Two of them, perhaps, have been at the same college of the same university. They go on for an hour happily sharing experiences in sentences like "You remember old Crocker?" "You remember the day he --" "You remember the night he stole the policeman's helmet" "But the funniest thing of all was the day he threw the bowl of tulips out of the window and nearly brained old --" (naming a famous professor of Greek). Reminiscences are the best conversation in the world for two; they warm the heart and excite the brain like wine. But the third man is all the more conscious of being out in the cold, because these names and events, which are a sort of algebraic symbols of the emotions to them, are to him meaningless. He does not know who "old Towser" was, or "old Billy Tubbs" or "old Snorter Richardson". He smiles mechanically as the others laugh with dreamier and dreamier eyes over incidents that convey all the fun of youth to them but that to him seem mere inanities of the memory. A conversation of this kind is bad, indeed, because it condemns the third man to the torture of compulsory silence. You may have an excellent conversation of three where one man is voluntarily silent, but you cannot have good conversation where one of the three is necessarily silent.

It is not only in our social life, however, that we dread silence. We love noise more than we know, even when no other human being is present. When we go from town to live in the country we deceive ourselves if we think we are doing so in order to exchange noise for quietness. We go ino the country, not in order to escape from noise, but in search of a different kind of noise. Sit in a country garden in May and you will notice that the noise is continuous. The birds are as loquacious as women: the bees are as inimical to silence as children. Cocks crow, hens cackle, dogs bark, sheep baa, cartwheels crunch, and the whole day passes in a succession of sounds which would drive us to distraction if we were really devotees of silence. When evening falls, and the voice of the last cuckoo fades into a universal stillness, we are aware of a new awe as of something supernatural. The fear of the dark is largely a fear of silence. It is difficult to believe that the world is entirely uninhabited, and, if it is not filled with the noises of men and animals, we begin -- at least, a good many of us do -- to suspect the silent presence of something unseen and terrible. Noise is companionship, and I remember that I, as a child, liked even the ticking of a clock in the bedroom. How good it was, too, to open the bedroom window and hear the pleasant prose of a corn-crake coming from the meadows through the darkness! There are sounds that are terrifying at night, but they are chiefly so because of the stillness that is broken by them. The breathing of a cow behind a hedge, as you pass along a silent road at midnight, may startle you, but it is not the cow, it is the silence, that has startled you. If Nature, indeed, could contrive to maintain all her busy sounds through the night, darkness would lose more than half its terrors.

For complete silence produces feelings of awe in us even in the full blaze of day. If you could imagine yourself the last living thing on earth but the plants, and if you knew that you were immortal and secure from danger for ever, what horror would you feel of a world in which there was no sound but the sound of your own feet or of your own voice if you had the heart to use it! If there were birds and dogs and cats and cows and sheep, you might endure your solitude with philosophy. I should not care for myself even then, but I should suffer less than if I were the last living creature on a silent globe, on which a motionless sea never broke the stillness on any shore. We speak of the silence of the grave, and without noise the world would be no better than a grave. To survive alone upon its lifeless surface would be to be buried alive, and most of us, if we were given the choice, would commit suicide in order to escape it. This is not to say we never enjoy the awfulness of silence. Travellers in the mountains and among the snows, discoverers of dead and deserted cities, can thrill us with their descriptions of the profound stillness of the scenes, as though to penetrate into such silence were to step into a new world. Silence such as this keys up to unaccustomed excitements and susceptibilities. London seen from Westminster bridge in the silence of dawn moved Wordsworth with a majesty unknown in the busy clamour of noon. In silence we seem to approach the border of some reality that has escaped us in the din of common life. Hence it is that, if we go into a cathedral, we are offended by those who bring into it noise and restlessness. The cathedral moves us most deeply in perfect stillness. It is no mere superstition that bids us be silent or, if we must speak, lower our voices to a whisper. We cannot even see the cathedral so that its beauty passes into the imagination and the memory save in perfect silence.

Certain religious bodies have recognised the value of silence, and mystics have told us that it is through speech that we arrive at a knowledge of the secret of life. Certainly the increase in the noisiness of mankind does not seem to lead to any great increase of wisdom. Cynics are doubtful wheter any useful end is served by the ceremony of the Two Minutes' Silence that has now become an annual event in England and some other countries on Armistice Day; but having been in a London street when all the traffic died down into perfect stillness, and every human being in sight stood motionless as a stone in a silent world, I, like a million others have felt the spell of the transformation. London of the bus and dray and warehouse seemed to be touched with a mystery and strangeness that meant more to the imagination than the hooting of horns and the hurry of trampling feet. One aged man, indeed, did advance through the deathlike stillness of the figures of his fellow creatures -- an aged man in a faded bowler and with a pipe in his mouth. I do not know whether he even noticed that men and women had suddenly become statues and that the traffic of the streets was as still as the palace of the Sleeping Beauty. There was no sound on earth for a time but the whisper and squeaking of the old man's boots becoming less and less as it disappeared into the distance. Instead of breaking the silence, it seemed to intensify it. And no one even turned a head to look at him. Perhaps, he had never hear of Armistice Day. Perhaps -- lucky man -- he had never heard even of the War. But how typical he was of his kind in his incapacity for remaining still! The rest of us, it is true, can succeed in remaining silent for two minutes. But, at the sound of the gun, with what a cheerful tumult we rush back again into the clamour of ordinary life!

Here is the first one I have come across:-

bravebravo said I heard it is opening next ...

I heard it is opening next month for selected shops.

Thu, 23/08/2012 - 5:35am

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