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I have lately been documenting the medical fraud involving the use of the term Early Onset Dementia and the loss of some parts of memory permanently. However, when I was employed as a trainee junior programmer at Vroom Technologies in the year 2000, formerly WorldWerx, a senior from FAST—NUCES named Ali Ahsan, who used to be quite a good acquaintance of my then roommate, namely Ahmed Ayub, showed at my desk and started conversing about presence of telepaths in Lahore. He informed me of the existence of a womon who could reveal every memory starting form early childhood to the person’s current age, and one of the former students of FAST—NUCES, namely Kashan, decided to ascertain the veracity of those statements about that woman by visiting her. Kashan was one of the most notorious boys at FAST—NUCES, and according to Ali Ahsan’s statement, Kashan left her romm bawling his eyes out as she had disclosed such horrific or aweful truths from his past.
I have been documenting my extremely slow revival since contacting Amal Clooney in January of 2021, and since then, I have been left utterly outraged by the level of vocabulary that has been available to me. Having managed to beat a girl who went on to get a master’s degree from Cambridge University, UK, by more than 20 percentage points in one of the compulsory English course’s mid terms, and having spent three to four years reading material shared by professor Richard Nordquist on about.com, startig from probably 2010 and culminating in around 2014, which included essays by Samuel Johnson and other rhetoricians, I have been busy documenting my revival using language suitable for 8th to 10th graders, and almost always feeling outraged by the lexical ability that has become available since contacting Amal Clooney in the year 2021. Nevertheless, just like that woman revived all of the memories of Mr. Kashan, just a couple to few months ago, I sent an email to my former roommate, who used to be a spectacualar person when we were sharing the rooom together, and in the last 2 months or so, my Early Onset Dementia has been disappearing rather quickly.
When it comes to the medical fraternities’ frauds, two of the biggest ways in which they are defrauding the masses at large are the use of the following two diseases:
- Early Onset Dementia
- Early Onset Arthritis
They are able to expunge or erase a person's the most critical memories with the help of some outside party or parties and then keep the person in a so-called maintainable state using a large cocktail of drugs. The same holds true in the case of early onset arthritis, as well.
As I have stated earlier that three families of doctors have been harassing me incessantly, the entire family of Dr. Syed Gibran Khurshid and his despicable, revolting, execrable youngest brother named Khuldoon Khurshid, the family of spectacularly horrendous and horrible Zeshan Haider, and Dr. Salahuddin’s horrible family, hence, in the case of Dr. Syed Zeshan Haider, once again, using some outside party, they had managed to eliminate or erase a truly critical detail when I first decided to write about him.
I wrote the following about Zeshan Haider some 2 or so years ago when I had been just busy thinking about whether I should contact Ahmed Ayub or not, and I had zero recollections of certain critical details of how our so-called “Euphoria Inducing” encounter had taken place and what sort of a person has he become since then. However, as my recovery from the so-called Early Onset Dementia has somehow magically acquired almost jet engines to how it had been going since contacting Amal Clooney, hence, I have been able to now recollect almost the whole of the affair rather perfectly, and when time taken by the other competitor and energy draining activities in which that competitor had participated and then lost in all of them, that person’s desire to get a spectacular review of his abilities has completely fallen apart in the last 2 month’s process.
The Missing Critical Details That An Email To A Former Roommate Have Revived
After the second term exams in around August, I decided to compete with another class fellow in our bicycle race, and while trying to sverve in front of him to make slow down a little, I somehow managed to get my bicycles rare wheel entagled in his bicycle’s front wheel and we both fell from our bicycles. Although he was able to recover from the collision unscathed, I ended up with a broken collarbone, or left clavicle and had to spend a whole month away from school for the broken bone to heal completely. During all that time, he kept attending school and tuition regularly, and I was just lying on the bed with a broken clavicle. I was also the fastest fast bowler in our school while he was just a mediocre batsman who declined to face my bowling in our 9th grade’s school net sessions on the grounds that my yorkers would probably break one of his toes and he would not be able to participate in the tournament. All those who know cricket well understand it perfectly that fast bowling is an extremely demanding activity when it is being done at a pace where your team mates or net session participants decline to face your hard bowling.
Despite returning from school every day having played cricket as a fast bowler during the break time and then having participated in evening colony session with colony mates, I was still able to beat him in all four of his chosen activities in a spectacular manner where the teachers had to show my drawings to the whole of the class to tell them to pay much more attention to their assigned tasks. He had taken a year long break from school prior to his arrival in 8th grade, and he had told me personally that he had a rather pronounced interest in drawing related activities and introduced me to calligraphy. I had absolutely zero interest in drawing; however, when I was assigned the task to draw the whole of the chemistry laboratory’s work book, my drawings, despite my utter lack of interest in drawing personally, received such stellar commendations from the chemistry teacher that people started to arrive at our house in Gul Afshan colony to borrow the work book to take a good look at my drawings. Despite his year long break, interest in that work, his drawing work also got obliterated, and the very person who had introduced me to calligraphy in 8th also lost badly when working with the Gothic Black calligraphy character set. I managed to revise the letterset shown to me by the fellow himself by correcting certain aesthic elements in the Parker company’s calligraphy eextremely terse, introductory booklet, whereas, he was never able to see the glaring flaws. Consequently, even my calligraphy was rated the best in the school by our teachers, and the person who had introduced me to calligraphy lost out in that category, as well.
With all of the aforementioned facts taken into account, where I should have declared him just a marginally better performer than the rest of the class owing to his interest in batting related activites and some drawing endeavors, I, owing to not having any recollections of the facts that he had taken a year long break from school to focus on a few activities and completely declined to face my bowling, I ended up writing the following review of his faculties. Until the year 2016, owing to the voices inside of my cerebrum which included his voice, as well, I had been busy making fun of his faculties, yet when I wrote the following review of his serene highness’ prowess without the aforementioned facts available to me in probably 2023 or early 2024, I declared him an extremely talented person. This fellow has been harassing me since 2010 or 2011, and as an individual who had been aware of telepathy or paranormal activities, he was the first person to boldly claim that I know of them personlly and they can perform certain activities that normal individuals, regardless of how very talented they may be, just cannot perform. It was his personal attempt to get this review written with the critical details kept in the then inaccessible part or area of the memory which has been awoken by an email to Ahmed Ayub. With those memories once again available to me, his performance has once again become a point of discussion within the physical confines of my room where I keep talking about how spectacularly badly he lost in all four of them despite having taken a year long break from school and having a profound interest in Urdu language and being a Hafiz-e-Quran, while my grasp of Urdu and Islamayat had always gotten poor to very reviews and grades from teachers.
My grasp of Urdu has been so poor since the very start that when I was able to obtain 423 with my 665 obtained in matriculation while participating in 8 different extracurricalar activities and another activity which I had been burdened with the class teacher of a former friend, helping one of his sections’ students with getting better grades or acquiring a passing percentage in some difficult subjects, another fellow who had joined me in the college which was some 50 mintuse drive away from our city, he was able to manage 419. In that 423, I had a meager, spectacularly poor 58 percentage points in our Urdu final while the other fellow who had joined the college with 735 in matriculation as he was not a participant in any extra curriculars had 76 percentage points in compulsory Urdu final exam in the 11th grade. Despite a deficit of 18 percentage points in Urdu, I was still able to beat him by 4 marks while still participating in 4 or 5 extra curricular activities which included regular sessions with my calligraphy pen, playing cricket with my colony fellows, and gardening, which had been an obsession, and watching way too many Hollywood movies. That fellow with 735 was not a participant in any other activities, yet he still lost by 4 marks owing to my stellar ability to comprehend subjects like mathematics and physics without too much effort. That fellow with 735 to his name was only able to manage 63 percentage points in compulsory English, whereas I, despite all of the aforementioed activities, had 74 percentage points in compulsory English. That’s the level of intelligence or cerebral faculties these people with 735 or 740 bring to the table when competing against a person like me regularly participating in 4 or 5 activities — I was the best shooter in the area, as well — who had joined the college with a much poor performance owing to the increase in the extra curriculars by another three extra curricular activities. I had managed to become a part of our school’s basketball team, as well, in the 10th grade, and our school’s basketball team had by that year amassed a streak of 5 all Pakistan victories in 5 consecutive years. Despite not having played basketball ever before entering the 10th grade, within a period of 6 months or so, I had become a member of squad that was being trained by a spectacularly demanding physical instructor in our school. I had also been picked by our school’s principal to represent the school in Urdu speech contest, and although I managed to win at the regional level, I lost at the all Pakistan level. Both the activities proved quite demanding for me as I had never played basketball before and our school’s Urdu speech trainer was an extremely demanding duo, the Urdu language teacher and the principal himself. I had never, ever prepared for a speech before, and they made me spend way too many hours to reach the lever where I was finally able to win at the regional level.
With 735 or 740 markse to their names and such questionable learning abilities, when they were competing against me, they were still busy losing in Mathematics, Physics, and English. Then these fellows go around boasting all over the globe that we had managed to amass an extremely respectable total when a person participating in 4 or 5 extra curriculars was able to beat them in 8th and 11th grades. The 12th grade failed follow any reasonable script as 3 or 4 different girls started to bother me owing to the stellar name that I had managed to earn for myself at the three different junctures during the educational system, 8th grade, 10th grade, and 11th grade as a person who had extremely little interest in spending time with the books and who was more interested in playing cricket, spending time with his plants and in the kitchen garden, gun shooting, watching too many Hollywoood movies, and calligraphy. This stellar reputation cost me dearly during the 12th grade.
As Microsoft locked my access to Github in the last week of January 2025, hence, the following glowing review written without access to certain areas of my brain, which the doctors describe as Early Onset Dementia or a disease on similar lines, of his faculties is still available on my preferred blog on GitHub which I have not been able to access as I do not have a pricier mobile phone with the operating system ready to host the client side of 2FA, or 2 factor authentication, application, hence, since the the last week of January, 2025, I have been busy publishing whatsoever I have managed to write under severe duress on this blog hosted on Blogger that does not require any 2FA application.
Syed Zeshan Haider, from Kala Gujran near Jhelum
In my lifetime so far, I have had the opportunity to get to know a lot of people who managed to get 730–735 marks, approximately 86 percentage aggregate points, in matriculation exams and approximately 880–900 marks in FSc by showing unrivalled industriousness and maintaining infernos with the coursework. These people used to get up at around 5 AM, some even at 4:30 AM, and then spend the whole day with books to get those 730-735 and 880–900 marks in matriculation and FSc respectively. Then these people with 730-735 marks to their names start boasting in this world, despite the sheer number of hours they had spent with the books, that they are very competent people.
In contrast, I had the absolute EUPHORIC experience of sharing a classroom from 8th grade till 10 grade with an individual with whom I locked horns in 4 different activities, yes, FOUR (4). Both of us were PROFOUNDLY interested in 2 of them, namely calligraphy and cricket; both of us represented our school as cricketers in 9th and 10th grade at regional level. Although he was also interested in education-related matters, however, I had very little interest in spending time with the coursework outside of school and absolutely zero interest in Urdu and Islamayat. He, on the other hand, was profoundly interested in those two subjects, too. Then comes the 4th activity, drawing, which was assigned to us by our teachers. He had a somewhat pronounced interest in drawing and he was quite good at it, while I, in contrast, had absolutely zero interest in drawing. Nevertheless, we had to do drawing projects because we had been assigned these tasks. Although he lost out in all four activities as teachers held my work aloft to show to the rest of the class in all 3 different categories and my name is written on the merit board as the school topper in 8th grade despite my lack of interest in educational matters outside of school, regardless, I still consider him THE MOST TALENTED individual that I have ever had the ABSOLUTE and wholly UNADULTERATED pleasure of sharing a classroom with. You can view his photographs on my Instagram account at Syed Zeshan Haider. You can view more of his photographs on my Instagram page at Irfan Surdar on Instagram.
You can read a short introduction that I wrote on Medium after getting locked out of my GitHub account in November. The level of English, once again, is quite poor, nevertheless, it provides an introduction rather tersely.
Meet A Rare Genius: Why I Have Decided To Introduce Myself At the Age of 47 Years
Since contacting Ahmed Ayub, I have managed to write the following 2 articles on telepathy and certain doctors’ horrible conduct and publish a letter which I sent to a Polish C++ Expert to inform him of my opinions on the difficulty posed and level of reading required to become an Expert C++ Programmer.
- Do Telepaths Exist? Disgusting Tale Of Torture Inflicted Using Telepathy
- Proof Of Paranormal Activity: Fleeting Yet Miraculous Results By Sending An Email To An Oxford Educated Historian
- Do Ambient Light And Circadian Cycle Play A Critical Role In Our Quality Of Sleep?
- Bjarne Stroustrup’s Fallacious Argument: Is The C++ Programming Language Too Difficult Or Are The Waters Too Muddy?






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