H2, Etc., by A.J. Alan

WE'VE got a cat. She's a black Persian—a shocking great beast — and she weighs over fifteen pounds on our kitchen scales, but she's awfully delicate. If she stays out too long in the cold she gets bronchitis and has to be sat up with. So, unless it's really hot weather, we reckon to get her indoors by eleven o'clock. Well, one night not long ago—it was after eleven—in fact ten past twelve, and we were sort of thinking of bed, when my wife said, " I wonder where Tibbins is." Tibbins is, of course, our cat, and at that time in the evening she ought, according to her schedule, to have been lying in a heap with the dogs in front of the fire. However, the dogs were there but she wasn't. No one remem- bered having seen her last, so I made a tour of her usual haunts. She wasn't in her basket by the coke stove down in the scullery, where she generally takes her morning nap, neither was she in hell. Hell is a place at the top of the house where the hot-water cistern is. She often retires there in the afternoon. At all events, I drew a complete blank, so we were finally forced to the conclusion that she wasn't in the house at all, and my wife said, " I'm afraid you'll have to go out and meow for her." So I went out and meowed. I searched our garden, but as she wasn't there I went through the main garden. Perhaps I'd better explain that all the houses in our road have their own gardens at the back, and these have gates into what we call the main garden. This runs right along behind them, and there's one of these main gardens to every eight houses or so, but they are divided off from each other by the side-turnings which run into our road. I'm afraid it sounds rather corpolicated. However, our particular main garden is about a hundred yards long and forty yards wide, and it's quite big enough for a black cat to hide in, as I found. I walked round every blooming bush in it and said, " R-r-r-wow," or words to that effect, in what I considered to be an ingratiating manner, but without any success, and I was just going to chuck my hand in when I saw our Tibbins sitting on the end wall. That is to say, the wall which divides the garden from the road. She let me sidle quite close, but just as I was going to grab her she jumped down on the far side (the road side). Then she skipped across the road and squeezed through the bars of the gate into the next main garden. I said a few things and climbed over the wall and followed her. Of course, I couldn't squeeze between the bars of the gate so I had to scramble over the top. She very kindly waited while I did this and then moved off just ahead. She frolicked about with her tail in the air, as who should say, " Isn't it fun our going for a walk like this in the moonlight ? " and I told her what fun I thought it was. I'd already torn my dinner-jacket getting over the gate, but it's no good being sarcastic to a cat. She continued to lead me up the garden, darting from tree to tree, until we got half-way along, and then she turned off to the right and went into one of the private gardens. Luckily the gate was open and I didn't have to climb over it. The house it belonged to was all in darkness, of course, but when I got to the middle of the lawn the lights suddenly came on in one of the ground-floor rooms. It had a French window and the blinds were up. Well, this startled the cat and she let me pick her up, so that was all right, but just as I was turning to come away a little old man appeared at the window. He was so close that he couldn't have helped seeing me if I'd moved, so I stood quite still and held Tibbins up against my shirt front. He was a very old man indeed, rather inclined to dodder, and he had on a dark blue dressing-gown. He'd got something white hanging over his arm, I couldn't quite see what it was, but it looked like a small towel. Anyway, he peered out for a bit and then he drew the bolts and pushed the window open. He came and stood right outside, and I thought, " He's bound to see me now," but he didn't seem to. After a minute he wandered back into the room again, and sat down and began writing a letter.

Badnaam Chok Rider

Badnaam Chok Rider ya ek bht ala story jab kuch area k larko ko bike chala ney kah shuq hota tha magr kisi k pass bike karid ney k pasey nahi thy . Or nah age itni hoti thi k wo bike chala ske ya karid ske magr zindagi yun he chalti rahi or wo bhare hote rahe .un mey ek larka thaa sohail jis ko bike chala ney ka bht shuq tha tu wo apne ek dost k pass jata tha jis ka naam tha deriyas.
                     deriyas k pass 2 bike thi ek us ki or dosri us k bhai ki sohail bi us k pass jata tu deriyas kheta k bike saaaf kar or round lay liye kar tu bike k shuq mey wo roz jata palay bike saaf karta pir bike ka round lay tha .
6months tu yun he nikal gua tu pir sohail ney apne czn rehan uff salikaa k sath mil kar ek jaga chori ki jis k bad un k pass bht pesa agye or pir sohail ney news 125cc honda black colour mey nikal wai or wo pir us bike ko lay k <c.v.u> jane laga or dhkte he dhkte wo ek number ka rider ban ney laga or kuch dino mey wo ek bht bara rider band gua jab k us k dost rehan uff salikaa job karne laga dhunko par jakr apne dost ko pesay nahi dyta tha or ek job chori dosri kari isi tarah wo karta tha. magr peso k muly mey ek numbr ka kanjos thaa.
sohail dkte dkte ek bht bara ridr bnd gua hai or top 20 rider ko hara chuka koi bi us ki tezz raftar bike ko touch bi nahi karta wo awa kata hai or footpath k oper nichay site par he bike chalata  hai or
sohail k naam k chrche honey lage duniya ney kaha hum bi sohail jesa bnd nah hai . mgr wo rider aj kaha hai footpatho par bike chalatha wa nazr ata hai .

Gali Kay Champion X Club

Ek X-club team thi jo Karachi mey rehti thi. us kay pass na koi bowlar tha na koi batsman tha bus wo har match harti rehti thi kyun kay us kay captain hamesha ap ni bating kay barey mey he sochtay thay or bowling bi captain he kud karta tha captain hamesha kud ghalat fasly karta tha. captain bout harami tha
us ka naam -------- tha .team mey ek melaa or ek cow bi thi.  team mey ek keeper bi hai wo tu bout smarth tha magar or us ko ------ khetay thay ............. x club ki team mey ek banda aye or wo tha player jis ney x club mey new jaan daldi or x club ko asmano per pouncha diye x club team  ney har jaga match win kiye us ko gali kay champion ka naaam mil gaye ... magr team ko zawal tu hona he ta kyun kay captain ney ghalt fasly nahi choray .........
or wo player bout he acha khelta tha magar us bandy ko x club kay captain ney us ki cricket taba kardi.... pir wo player Australia chala gaye or wo aus ki team mey us ka naam agaya ...

but wo bandy ka naam nahi pata