...the final testament...

I, Syed Fawad Ahmed, hereby leave the following as undying memories...

In Alphabetical Order:

Ali: Muftas, muftas, excuses, muftas, muftas, your inumerable crushes, muftas, muftas, your criterea for the perfect girl, Malick and your's "anthology of love" music selection, fooling ppl with the army crap, your valentine's gift, megadeth, your canadian visa fiasco...all the best at waterloo man...a cherry red dodge viper awaits you...

Boddha: the whore with the mint, mate for your sex starved dawg (now that you have left!), your never ending bharams, the look, the finger, your ever available khan and naniz car(s), god knows how many times i would have been stranded if it wasnt for you and your naniz car! Going to miss you like hell, hope you stay in touch...and remember...Ye shalt not get laid!!!

Haban: the make out mansion, the endless bouts of mortal combat, all the economics and accounts, me and ali timing our arrival at your place at lunch time, cartoon bashing, 100 consecetive games of 5-4-3-2-1 at your place on new year's eve, Akbar's granny, the soup at Burhaniz, the spot, using cartoon's car as long as i can remember, 4 golden ducks at baghpatiz place...and more to come...

Haissom: SG, Classic, Hannibal, DB; you and salman coming over at my place late at night, the rides in your FX, all the maths at my place, our dream of getting into LUMS, your pouncing on any girl who approached you. Your grand entrance into KGS, our obsession with chocolates, you and your futile attempts to make me a sensitive person, and yes i do love my sister no matter how insensitive you might think i am...

Ibaad: Luxury, the whole pimpin' network, the Anti-porn Force, the Anti-Pimpin' force, hitting the smiley ball on "target" dozens of time...now i know who to kill if i am unable to procreate! cricket at your place and our winning combination against cartoon and haban, our dream company "Mojo Web Works", Obsession with Austin Powers, all the accounts at my place which usually turned into parties, your dark and deep desires still untold...i'll get them out of you whether you whant or not,

Imran: All the cricket at the chief sect. house, all the drinks at the chief sect house, the 8 rotis at the chief sect. house, your obessesion with the house captaincy and getting thin, the tranvestite who gave us money when we ourselves were short of it, your nana and his punchlines, Salik and the 46 odd runs in my one over, the combos of abuses hurled at zak, all the mufta rides i have hitched with you, kickass NFS sessions at ibaadz, munoo impersonations... keep in shape but remember... chix dig the flab.

Laleh: So you think i sound like Roger waters eh? the valentine card tearing up fiasco...I still stand by my claim, getting you into trouble for your slam book...not so many pleasant memories, but i guess thats life...

Malick: All the wanking lessons back in grade 8, your humpin' gear, your dad and his green light policies/punchlines, the frere affair, the kickass jam sessions, your envy of my music skills/dance skills, your moms amazing sandwiches, our looong conversation on how to get you action! and to set you up with... ahem! Contradicting boddhaz mulana idealogy, the socio-religious-political debate at boddhaz house. Man "you are the very great!"...

O Sala: everyone watching your 90 Mb worth of action while i played cricket outside, your scooter, all the bday parties at your place, ball kings, soccer games at KU, your/my Oberlin Shirt, Death threat at the interhouse soccer matches, all the futsol in school, hasan iqbal and your showdowns, your complete disregard for any authority, flying off the speed breaker at 60 km/h, dark room, the KFC sign, your mom and her jokes... hope you've scored!

Raza: All the abuses, the MSN orgy, the night overs at your place, ruining my guitar, the mortal combats instigated by you, Vox, Malick and Ali tagging along on your and Imran's double dates! Stuffing in your car from Zak's place to pizza hut, the cat killing incident, Your penchant for porn and the porn watching sessions at your place while i watched...hahaha...Batman!

Saad: Halai and "the vision" which has left a scar on our imaginations, the time when my "ishtupid" driver used his sandals to cure a passerby's epileptical fit, your fights with boddha and malik, your lame excuses for going home early, iguana, saad-bin-muad, rides back home...

Sania: Mental maths in 4th grade, your lecturing on my once nail biting habit, Mrs. Muhammadi and your recipies back in cooking classes, your brownies are the king man... teach me how to make 'em some day. Your stint as the head girl, the "ode to the headgirl" song dedicated to you, your forcing me onto the dance floor,. one of the very few girls i know who are into Pink Floyd... and i agree... RadioHead sucks!

Zak: the best of the lot...thousand apologies for stripping/raping you in public, all the get togethers at your place, my raids on chocolates and drinks, your 2 feet long Kanmos cricket bat, your lectures which have finally convinced me to start praying, your mom's favourite...she'll prob faint if she ever finds out what all i have done to her dear son! All the porn which you stored on your pc and my futile attempts of erasing them, your playboy collection, night cricket which never happened, night with Sobani, your Amaarican citizenship, Sir Akhter's every effort to pharofy ours. Ahmed, ma man, im really going to miss you man, the KGS experience was definitely worth every second with you around.

And the rest...

All you ppl whose asses i felt, gave nicknames, loved your chullas, made fun of, hitched rides with and spent but if only a few minutes with, are assured that the only reason why i dint write about you was the fact that i would have spent the rest of my life documenting this will of mine. You guys were the best thing which could happen to me, hope we all stay in touch and in good health...