Hello everyone…

Hi i am … Well ! i guess i dont have to introduce myself with my name. Much of the people already know me. Infact,  I feel better being identified by my words. But to be recognized by a name , people call me Chipkali , atleast all those who reads this blog knows me with this name . And i dont mind being known with my real name either. I am proud of what i have been doing all these years as a blogger of BUITEMS (Baluchistan University of Information Technology, engineering and Management Sciences).

So let begin with the formalities of Introducing myself. My name is CHIPKALI and i am the first female blogger of BUITEMS, a place where i have spent my life as a Undergraduate student. There is nothing so special or informative in this blog that would lead to you to great knowledge or  fanciful imaginations.  Rather it is just the life of an ordinary Girl who spent her 4 years as an undergraduate student in this place and wrote about the life she lived there. So if you trying to finding something extraordinary, you have clicked over the wrong weblink dude!

Although You may not like many things I wrote here. You might find uncountable mistakes of grammer and sentence structure  in every entry that i posted. And you might infact find nothing special at all. Yet it is special for all those students of BUITEMS who spent their lives filled with their own stories, who one way or the other have gone through the same situation that Chipkali has gone through. The only difference is , i gave these memories some words and they made it fly like the dry leaves of autumn…..

So, Welcome to the world of Chipkali, A Buitems blogger….

The lovely city campus of BUITEMS

Articles and posts about women

People learn from their lives . Sometimes u learn from the life of another. Other time u learn from the blunders of your own. When u do something wrong once, that is a mistake. When u do it again , it is considered to be a blunder. And i am a person whose life is full of blunders . Much of the times they r compelled to be called a blundered. Other times i intentionally committ it.

I have decided to write something about the lives of Women . Be it in any field at all. About how they live and with what thinking do they spend thier live at their hmes, their jobs, the environment and how do they eel when they interact with other in the surroundings. Particularly about the women of Balochistan. Including the young adults of collges and university , infact i would describe my own thinking too in this regard since abi tu ma jawan hu !

In my office right now, things seem to be way normal . The only thing that seems abnormal is actually my ownself. I am tensed about my future career. My zeal for going ahead in education. And my beliefs of being a good person. A better person. I might be a better person with it comes to my interaction. Yet again the  only that i am not good with is my own self. I feel like i am wasting myself . My time, potential, creativity and whatever i feel i have. I mean i am not exagerrating myself . But i m having this feeling that wherever i am , this isnt just the right place to be in . Although my parents love me to be there yet there is no such thing as inner satisfaction .

Anyways, perhaps ur destiny never takes you where u always decided to go ! it ends up taking you the opposite way .

cya…

Buitems and Buitems only!

Its been months since ihave written anything at all. Perhaps life makes you soo busy that u never bother to think of writing any memory now. And i am going through the same situation. Although blogging is something that i would always love to do . But now i wish to change the way i BLOG. I want blog about something worth reading now. Enough with these silly daily routines stories about Messy old tea cups and my book. Rather i am desiring to go for some articles. Some kinda work for proposal making and stuff that could actually benefit me in many ways. I hope i do get to be so .

Apart from the career oriented decision crap i have also decided to be more regular in blogging now. I give a dam about everyone and wish to blog blog blog be as creative as none could be when it comes to blogging in Balochistan . Or maybe someday i could say Blogging in Pakistan. I lost all my data in flash drive. Thats the worst thing that has ever happened to me technically! i lost alot of memories that can , in no way be with me anymore. Infact ! there were way too much important stuff in it and i am such a big fool to take it with me in the university ! Oh buitems u made me suffer in many ways. Let this technical sufferring be the first and last only! Please no more losing my lovely gadgets!

Tallking about wirting different stuff in my blog i think  i will start by discussing general social issues which is something i could probably write more about in my own way since it might not require much information to collect . And than graudally i would move on to a bit more fihsy fishy stuff! ….

Alright i am already boring myself with this post now. Cya

Give me break …

Its not that i am going to leave writting this blog. Or stop blogging. Infact blogging has become a part of my life. Somehow, somewhere i love to write anything that tickles me, flashbacks in my mind and give me the hint to write something or anything at all. Being anonymous in all my writings made me more comfortable to write and discuss whatever i want. Apart from that even if people ever had a doubt over me . I never cared. Probably because i was doing something which was NOT OF THEIR CONCERN AT ALL. And i am sure none would mind at whatever i am doing unless if they r too jealous to criticize me for no reason.

Let me tell everyone who reads this blog or this particular entry of mine. I am what i am . And i would do what i feel legal to do within the limitations of my Society in case of my blogging. I know people dont blog here and r much busy at interfering in their lives than doing something creative. But i would keep on doing what i love to do and thats BLOGGING. This blog was not just a blog about Buitems. It was a blog about ME IN BUITEMS. As My life changed from bad to good and even better in this place. So did my words in each entry. And with the passage of time my words for this place turned frm bad to good and then to a very satisfactory level. Life has never been as calm and relieving as it is now. And that too was not because of only me. But because of what THIS PLACE MADE ME.

I created a small history in BUITEMS. I created Myself as a BUITEMS blogger and i will continue blogging if not here anymore, surely someplace else……..

Regards
Chipkali…..

Exams shigzam….

My days are going really tired. Studying all. night ! Revising in the morning and then always thinking during the paper ! why cant i learn the word to word RATAFICATION!!!! . i write almost all of the papers with the concept that i get from books and not the words that i learn from it. And maybe every students does that . But i say the more khuwar ur in ur studying the better it is because Someday it will bore fruits !

I dont hate buitems anymore. Not even a bit ! i dont care what boys says and do and neither do i give a dam about it anymore even if they still do . Infact , i fee like as if i have my own small world inside buitems now. My friends, my silly and funny classmates who sometimes teases me and knows that i would laugh even if its the most pathetic joke ! . And many times do i see buitems front view building whose design in my in love with ! especailly when it rains ! i stare at it. Thinking about the long journey i went through ! . The journey og going through all these semesters with new teachers, new subjects , new chairmans and new activities to go for ! . Some hate me and i enjoy making them jealous and other love me no matter how stupid i am ….. Perhaps its all me who taking life in an optimistic way now rather complaing about the minor issues. Yes i still hate those boys who i hated before . I still desire to shoot them and hang them from the uni building to set an example to the other boys and i still want to torture such guys piece by piece ! but since i cant ! Thats doesnt matter now …. Chipkalis is tired but flying in the air of peace and relaxation….

Everyday i go through the same routine, yet it is not the same . In these days i feel as if everyday is another new day for newthings to come though i would be going through the same boring class , looking at the same boring book infront of me and the same guys wagging there tails around girls in the uni and with girls showing their silly smiles in return ! God this smile weapon is one of the dangerous thing that every girl has these days. Apart from that ! i love my own smile too lolZ!!!!

I love you buitems and i will love you more if the guys whom i hate a lot graduates from here and gets the jobs of clerks, drivers, sweepers and gardener! So that i could enjoy smirking at them. Ahhh ! The evil  ME !!!!!

Chipkali….Signing out…

Dr Moghees , Mind scientist visit to Quetta, An event held in Serena for the staff of buitems

The Guy who saw Chipkali in real …

The man who knew the girl behind Chipkali, finally met me in an event held by an organization a week ago. It was the first time I had a conversation with him . Because of my own silly and stupid acts i accidently replied to his comments on my blog through my original email which made him know that there is someone behind chipkali who blogs this crap ! . After the end of the event when i came home And i checked my email. I was told to paste this in my blog about Who “CHIPKALI” really is…

Chipkali’s readers falsely know only one thing about her i.e. her wit, naughtiness, absurdity, creativity.

Does Chipkali really exist? Is it a fake name? This is what I also began to think when I read this blog for the first time. “I want to meet Chipkali,” I exclaimed. How would I find her? She is an extraordinary observer of BUITMS. She observers everything out there but hardly shares anything abt her

“Hi, I am chipkili,” she says.

Finally, I met Chipkili, after two years of regular readership of her blog. She finally agreed to meet me.

“Sir, what happened? I am Chipkali,” she assured while putting in order her yellow dotted dupatta. This brought me back to real life after I was so deeply sunk into deep thoughts.

“This girl can’t simply be Chipkili,” I garbled.

She was so unlike Chipkali. Sober, Soft-spoken, British accent, Fully British accent, Lucid Angrizi. Eyes filled with the proverbial eastern sharm-o-haya. She is too innocent, soft-spoken. When standing in a group of a thousand people, she is effortlessly prominent. Hers is a very impressive personality. If you are a blind man, chances of you going mad are brighter. Her voice is killer. She is too sober. Highly talented. Irresistibly lovable. She is an all-rounder.

My regret is meeting a Chipkali. She is  dissimilar to the preconceived notions I had about her. She was not mean, as I had previously thought, nor loud, arrogant, domineering, short-haired. She was much normal. A normal human being like all of us. She was so normal. How could she be chipkali, I wondered.

But it was nice meeting you chipki. You are really very gifted. You are not the idiot you tend to be on the blog. You are the master of masters in the real life. I am sure anyone who meets you will be disappointed. You are so different in your real life than the real Chipkili. Chipkali is a naughty princess. It is really a wonderful character that we are unwilling to concede that does not exist in real life. You can’t find Chipkali in the real life. She is a blog-bird. There are two chipkilis. One the blog wali and the other larkon ko kalty kar dayny wali cute, calm, confident, talented gifted girl which is the real girl beyond CHIPKALI……..

An old picture of some old teachers of BUITEMS....

Chipkali…. Signing out

Introducing Dracula!

This Entry is written by Dracula and not Chipkali. Yes Dracula! is back and with something new to share about buitems in a very different way …..

Who is Dracula?

Dracula is  faculty member of Buitems and that is the only thing i am told. I had an email from Dracula (Thats what the anonymous name it wants to have) to paste the entry in my blog which is about BUITEMS. Moreover I dont know who  this new DRACULA is and am strictly asked to not to ask about the identity of this new contributor in my blog. I am pasting whatever is emailed to me . The old dracula was a friend of mine who left BUITEMS and i do not know who this new dracula is… So here goes Count Dracula!

Hi everyone, you all will know me with the name of Dracula and I am going to write about teacher’s life in this BUITMS blog or you better name it as BUITEMS Blog.

Firstly I am letting everyone know that I am one of the faculty members of this University, so what ever I say will be a true story related to my life as teacher, my colleagues and this university. So in all I can take a lot of things out from the other life kind rather than being a student.

City Campus from the back !

I advice everyone , since most of the readers are students so it specially for them, that student life is the best part of life and enjoy it as much as you can. Student’s life has more respect than professional life. You may say “mast mola” or “ churt kalpais” lolzz. I remember my life as a student it was awesome. I miss my student life and would love to be back as a student one day soon inshallah.

Remembering the old time when I was in City Campus and the masti we had it was great. You would be surprised to hear that I used to be in University from morning 9 till evening 9, isn’t that surprising. It is but I used to be there to study in Lab and playing sports like table tennis and badminton, beating teachers and colleagues. Truly I was a student who didn’t want to go home and preferred being at university whole time.

I also remember my age of Flirting lolzz. Age the biggest factor of ones life. I Understand now why girls don’t tell there age lolzzz

Now when I think of all those times I feel so gloomy that I cry sometimes, missing some great moments and special friends.

That was some about me , soon I will be coming up with a lot more rather then just being me, it will be about a teacher, teachers and this University and this is just the begining……

A lot has yet to come.

Stay tuned guys ……..

DRACULA…Signing out

MBA #rd semester video about Their future after Buitems…

I like this video. Because atleast some MBA students of buitems expressed something funnier . QAnd these guys need an appreciation for this. So bravo! for this drama thing u guys made. This video is made by the MBA batch 2008-11 which is going through its 3rd semester currently ! The video is embedded below and if its doesnt work , click in  THIS link .

Chipkali In the Haunted House Part 3

Tick tick tick ! Dum dum ! Chick chick ! And there goes Chipkali out of the class after the attendence . ok ! leme think . Where shall i go left ? To the bridge . No, let go straight which leads to the main stairs . Oh what a crowd here ! I think i can pass by cause i am CHIPKALI , Dum Dum! chik chik! .

Oh I heard something! Very horriying, Eee! Terrible. Ishhh! i heard it again Dum dum chick chik @!….. Ahhh! I see, its just the terrifying laughter of the boys passing by the corridors. God ! i wish we had an ON/OFF button for our ears so that i couldnt hear all this. Anyways ! it often makes Chipkali laugh !

And there i go from the lobby which leads me too…THE ROAD TO MC-DONALDS ,

Lado kay Laskaray! Jagmag kapara saray !

Lado Sabun !

O!  Ladu sabun !

That was just a short break now back to the entry !

So like i said before , the canteen is just like McDonalds to us when we go through 4 classes constantly and in the last moments i am ready to run like a wild cat from the class for some meat ! Miiyaoooo!!!!. As i am going on the road to my Mc Donalds i see many students , gangs, groups having and making fun over one another  . Many of them who were once students are our teachers now !

The Alumini, once students and one of them is now a teacher (Sir Jawaad)

Yes ! i see them hanging aroundand having fun But oh ! Chipkali notices  something else aswel!!! the opposite gender, the beauties! with their he he  and ha ha  ! lil flirt and lil smile at theie opposite gender . Some crushes the hearts and other bandages them !  Using their smile weapon they are able to shot many guys in the center of their hearts dishkiyaooooo!!!!!! ok ok ! Chipkali’s  going ahead and she looks both targets! the tuck of MAMA and the cateen of another MAMA! dum dum chick chick ! . i know i know ! i have to choose the right option and that is nothing else but the CAFETERIA dude! .

Chipkali sits like a badmash ! order the BIG MAC, checks her pocket which is most of the times found with candy wrappers ! throws them off and find the thing which would probably fill her tummy and give her the energy of  a  Bat-women to attend the next class and ah ! there you are, found you my lovely Wallet….

So soothing to hear the Ashique music when Ur tired and exhausted . U wish to shot the guy straight on the head for the high volume chine mobile he has and having the volume so high and moreover their talks….. But still the mental torture of class when u have to look at the books and read them, understand the lecture and respond to the teacher is much harder then listening to this stuff….

Chipkali ! Tick tick ! Chipkali ! Get up dude ! its late for class. And She sees her greasy , dirty tea cup finished up and having a look at her watch makes us say to herself  “Get up dumb head ur late already for the next class! “

The End

P.S: This was the last part of haunted house which was a lil emotional entry , dedicated to the alumini’s who went through their education in this institute and are now serving it…

Chipkali … Signing out !

I like this….

Chipkali's dashboard

I am happy at what i do even if its a bad english with my bad grammer, not criticizing any comment given to me. I like my readers telling me how to get more good at this stuff. Even though this blog isnt that much publicized in the University campuses yet i find my blog dashboard with what you see above ….

Chipkali In the Haunted house part 3  is coming soon….

Chipkali ,Dum Dum chick chick , Signing out !