Truly Unique Incidents And Brain Wave Entanglement Theory — Attempt II

In my life time so far, some outrightly unique, without compare or comparison, events have taken place in which my behavior, either for just a day or for few months completely deviated from how I had lived the whole of my life prior to that incident and how I reverted to my usual behavior once that person had been taken out of the equation or frame. Based on the uniqueness of these incidents — they only happened in the presence of these people — and continued excellent behavior once these people disappeared from my life, I am convinced that the problem firmly lied with their personalities and usual manner of thinking, and somehow, without even uttering a word, their brain waves created problems in my perception of what my code of conduct or ethical conduct was for me. At least a couple of women are involved in the whole of circumstance, as well, where my behavior or certain actions have absolutely no plausible reasoning based on all of the texts on medicine and psycholgy available worldwide.

1. Asim Zulfiqar I had not and I still have not stolen a single physical item from any individual nor had or has such thought ever crossed my mind. However, when I was probably in 7^th grade, I was made to sit next to a teenager who was part of a group of three known for stealing items from students’ bags and going to the toilet together to perform some acts regarding which I have no information that what excatly were their sexual preferences at the time. While spending time with Asim Zulfiqar one day, I, without ever having entertain such a desire to steal anyone items or properties, picked up a cricket playing group’s ball and bluntly told that I had not seen the ball. The senior whose ball I had just picked and put in my pocket had seen me do it, and he shook me badly and took the ball out of my pocket and went away. This sort of event or even thought of stealing someone else’s property has so far only once crossed my mind when I was standing next to that boy who was a part of group known for sleating items; oventially one of them was caught, as well.

2. Military colleges all across Pakistan have a horrendous reputation amongst all those who know the various operations of Pakistan Military quite to spectacularly well. When I was still a teenager and living in Jhelum, we used to have a military college near by, MCJ, or Military College Jhelum, Sarai Alamgir, situated right next to the Sarai Alamgir’s canal. We used to have a small hawker’s stall near the underpass constructed during the British Raj, and the hawker used to sell posters of scantly clad Indian actresses, and I was once told by Usman Bashir Wain — his academics probably tell way more than I need to reveal over here — that the hawker sells an abundance of erotica which he keeps under the temporary shelf had in place to keep all of the posters. Just about the whole of the city of Jhelum that an absolute majority of recruits at this military college and almost all of the military colleges used to become erotica addicts upon joining the military college.

   My father’s younger brother’s horrenduoly ill behaved child managed to get admission into MCJ as military colleges have special seats for the children of serving or ex-army men. When he, namely Jibran Aziz, started to visit our house for weekend long stays, for some phenomenally, startingly unknown reason, I developed the desire to ask him to show me his buttocks without underpants. This had not happened before, and this never happened after we left Jhelum while he was probably still busy completing his FSc at MCJ. My roommate in Lahore, Ahmed Ayub, was also taught at a military college, and he used to narrate similar stories of spectacularly poor sexual conduct from the inductees of the military college, Mastung. I remained Ahmed Ayub’s roommate for over 18 months, however, not once did any thoughts of sexual nature crossed my mind or desire to engage in any conversations focused on women or girls crossed my mind either. Hence, for an extremely long time, knowing perfectly well that people are listening to what I have to say, I have been inquiring that is this horrendously, horrifically ill behaved individual named Jibran Aziz a bisexual that I started to have such thoughts circulating inside of my head.

   In my lifetime so far, I have never felt the desire to bathe with any other person in my shower room barring one incident, which, of course, once again involves Jibran Aziz. When he was visiting our house one day, I have no idea what happened to my usual cerebral state and I said to everybody around that the two of us would be bathing together in our shorts or underwear. Holy mother of moses, as soon as we starte to bathe together, I had a rather shocking sort of an erection that just would was just not showing any sings of disappearing, and I had to move myself in the corner and look away from the person who had been visting from MCJ. The truly unique circumstance once again in my life once again involving a military college student.

   Based on what I observed while I was still a student in Jhelum and was busy roaming the streets on my Honda 125, the sort of business that hawker was doing with the students of MCJ, information forwarded by Usman Bashir, and the unique circumstance of asking a male companion at any age to show me his buttocks, I am convinced that it had its roots in his pattern of thinking and behavior, and my continued behavior since then and all of the perfectly clean interactions with all of the guys since then raise a critical question that whey exactly did it happen in the presence of a student stuyding at an institution all of whose the branches all across Pakistan have spectacularly tarnished reputations owing to the stunning amount of erotica consumed over there and the well known fact amongst all discerning people of the spectacularly deviant sexual behavior of these enrollees of these military colleges from the rest of the society.

3. One of these unique circumstance, unique in the manner in which my behavior deviated profoundly from how I had been and since then have been behaving in my life, involves a woman named Shabana Aziz, previously known as Shabana Karim Butt. Before explaining my unique circumstance or arrangement with her when I was just in my mid teens, I would first like to disclose her own phenomenally “impressive” or horrendous circumstance in the province of Punjab.

   When it comes to Shabana Aziz, she enjoys an almost unique circumstance in the whole of the Rawalpindi that despite possessing a British passport, BA degree with third class grades in some third class subjects, and an excellent body when she was young, she has been living in an enclosure with 6 or 7 different houses with more than 8 individuals with nerve rattlingly atrocious character records and horrendous academic records. In a country where almost half of the population wants to emmigrate to either UK or USA — almost 75% of my former acquaintances from F. G. School, Jhelum, and F. G. College Kharian are now either living in the UK or in America — this woman despite her perfectly fair color — she belongs to a Butt family from Kashmir and is perfectly fair, excellent hair, perfectly fit body and height, and excellently developed breasts, the parents of this woman were not able to find a decent family willing to accept her as their daughter-in-law anywhere in the whole of the Lahore and Gujrat where her wider family is largely settled. What sort of reputation and why had she garnered before getting married to Aziz Mirza who has been a hardened criminal for over 30 years and aiding and abetting the children of Abid Mirza for over 30 years to commit more and more crimes, I have absolutely no idea; however, all of the indicators indicate that she must have been one of the most notorious women in the whole of the area where her family was living.

   After getting married to Aziz Mirza, the Don Corlione of the Rawalpindi group under whose auspices all of the criminal activities are taking place, they eventually moved to Rawalpindi when we had moved to Jhelum in the year 1988, and we started to infrequently visit their house in Rawalpindi, as my father’s preferred destination was his sister’s house in Mangla. As a teenager who had been visiting the houses of his sisters in Mangla — three of his younger sisters were settled in Mangla — not once did I feel the need to talk to anyone of them, simply forget about touching their bodies. However, in the case of Shabana Aziz living in Rawalpindi, for some unfathomable reason — I now know with certainty that it can only be termed a phenomenan on Brain Wave Entanglement Principle — I would always find myself sitting next to her either in kitchen on a shelf or right next to her on the sofa and conversing with her. It had never happened to me before and has never happened to me since moving to Lahore when it comes to women within the physical proximity.

   After the start of 8^th grade, the truly unique circumstance of feeling the desire to chat with only this older woman and no other aunts living in Mangla transformed into my desire to wrap my arms around her extremely well maintained abdomen. As I have already written in one of my articles or posts on Facebook, on one occasion, while doing some task downstairs in their Rawalpindi house that navy had arranged for Aziz Mirza, I started to move upstairs in an almost zombie like state without any idea that what exactly was I doing, and I eventually reached the their master bedroom. As I was about to enter the changing room included in that master bedroom, suddenly, Aziz Mirza, husband of Shabana Aziz, appeared from either behind me or some other direction as if he had been aware of the circumstance and stopped me in my tracks and said that your aunt is standing stark naked in the changing room so do not go there. I had started to move from downstairs towards the upstairs room as if some outside force had been making me move in that direction, as if someone wanted me to show up there. As soon as Aziz Mirza stopped me from entering the room, I started to vomit rather violently straight on his carpet which Aziz Mirza then had to clean.

   In a manner identical to the scenario that I have stated above, once Aziz Mirza’s family was visiting us from Rawalpindi as Aziz Mirza’s son was studying in MCJ, Sarai Alamgir, and during that stay, Shabana Aziz was standing in the door frame with door wide open that used to open towards our back garden, and I have no idea where I was, and once again, just like the Rawalpindi scenario, in a state of trance, I started to walk towards out kitchen, found her standing there, and hugged her tightly from behind. I was probably in 10th grade at the time.

   On another instance when the couple, Aziz Mirza and Shabana Aziz, were visiting from Rawalpindi, I had to spend the night in our small room on the first floor as the couple were staying in the room that I used to use on a daily basis. As soon as I woke up, or probably was woken up, I was made to feel an urgent need to use the toilet. I have never been the sort of person who uses the toilet right after waking up; however, on that day, I was made to feel an urgent need to use the toilet, and when I went to the toilet down stairs, I just casually opened the door to the guest room where the couple were staying and they were having sex and I had been brought down straight from my room. I have been staying in my room here in 25 years, and I know with certainty that I just am not the sort of person who uses the toilet straight after waking up or gettting up from the toilet.

   When it comes to this activity of military couples having audiences outside of their doors and windows and how my father was swiftly able to, despite not having ever before checked on me whether I was studying or not catch me that I had started to leave my room, way too many married military couples living in Mangla cantonment were notorious for having sex with their curtains undrawn, and the fellow who is now married to the daughter of Aziz Mirza, Danish Butt along with his elder brother Hasham Butt, were notorious for staying out way past till midnight to enjoy live sex viewing sessions that the military officers were putting on display for them knowing that they used to have audiences outside of their windows. Although my father was able to figure out telepathically that I had started to leave the house for daily walks — not a single family in our colony was known for such horrific behavior attributed, and correctly so, to the people living in Mangla. Hence, the behavior of this couple from Rawalpindi cannot be ruled out as a one of. What one needs to note here is that the families of Danish Butt, Hasham Butt, and Ali Akbar Rana did almost nothing to prevent their children’s horrendous behavior when my father stopped from even going out for walks.

   Usman Bashir Wain started visting our house after 10 P.M. which strictly used to be my study time according to both my parents; however, none of them had ever intervened to check whether I used to spend time with the books or in some other manner. However, within the first couple of weeks, at a maximum 3 weeks, of his unwelcome and unwanted arrivals to take me out of the room and ask me to walk with him out on the street during the night, my father, who had never visited my room, showed up one night, did not find me there, and when I returned from that walk, firmly instructed me to tell Usman Bashir to never bother me again at that time of the night as that was strictly my time to study and prepare form exams. My departures with Usman Wain stopped within a matter of 3 weeks.

   When it comes to Shabana Aziz’ behavior and her ability to somehow attract boys towards her and make them wrap their arms around her abdomen and caress her body, when those notorious boys, namely Hasham Butt and Danish Butt, moved to Rawalpindi, they were busy engaging in exactly this behavior with Shabana Aziz, as well, having regaled almost the whole of the Mangla cantonment with their horrendous ways.

4. Since mid teens or so, I have been an extremely visual person, or an aesthete, yet when I was in the 12^th grade, some outside party managed to convince me that I had developed profound feelings for the younger sister of my then good friend Abdul Hafeez. When I eventually decided to talk to her about those feelings, she straight away said that I was about to disclose my feelings for you, and I am glad that you have taken the first step. Being an aesthete and not even knowing what she looks like even now part aside, the most startling of events happened when I was asleep one night and at around 7 A.M. I was woken up by some outside force awoke me from slumber — I have been describing it within the confines of my room precisely like this as I had never before nor since ever woken up like that or that sort of energised state ever in my life — and in that rather startled state that why am I feeling so energized, I started walking straigt towards some target. As soon as I started to get near the house’s TV lounge, I heard that the phone was ringing. When I entered the TV lounge, my father was already standing there but not at all willing to pick up the phone, and after looking at him and his refusal to pick up the phone, I went straight to the phone and picked it up, and the call was from Shameem Akhtar who wanted to talk to me at that hour in the monrning.

   The whole of the saga involves three different firsts and lasts for me so far. As an extremely visual person, I had never before and not since then ever developed any feelings for a female without first seeing them or demanding their photographs. Secondly, I had never woken up in that sort of energized state with my brain already fully awake and in a perfectly sharp state, and I have probably never woken up in that state since then. Thirdly, I had never seen people, older adults, standing still as if they had been waiting for someone to arrive and take some action or as if some outer force had been keeping them in that state.

5. The whole of the behavior changed after that call, and even I became somewhat rude during that year, as well. During that one year, another first that happened was that I ended up misbehaving with my mathematics professor, as well. The whole of my behavior during that year while I remained in conversation with that girl changed almost dramatically. I almost lost interest in studies, as well, apart from becoming quite rude, too.

6. As I have already proven with the help of all of the inexplicable levels of computing and cerebral malfunctions that have been taking place in my room since 2006 at the very least that people engaging in paranormal have been trying to coerce me into moving into one particular direction or another or contact one person or another with some outside party circulating names inside of my head or completely stalling my progress, identically, when I first sent Sania Mumtaz a letter in the year 2000 just to let her know that I wanted to get to know her better, startling levels of truly bizzare activity started to unfold on my computer and especially Yahoo messenger account. Just as I have declared in the case of Amanda Davies that some outside party started to rattle or unnerve my brain to such an extent that I had started to have this feeling that some extremely horrible event would unfold if I were to stop following her Instagram account, similarly, in the year 2000 and 2001, they had started to unnerve my cerebrum and craete immense levels of activity to somehow convince me to send more emails to her.

   Probably in the year 2001, at some point around 8 PM, I sat down in my room to read news, and I was busy reading news in an extremely calm and sedate state till 9:10 PM, and suddenly, my cerebrum started feeling as if it had gone abuzz — at that time I did not know what was happening — however, definitely, some outside party or individual had started to create spectacularly levels of unmangeable activity in my brain. Then whosoever was doing it, created an uncontrollable desire to leave the house and go on a drive. I had no idea where I wanted to go; I only had this uncontrollable urge or desire to just leave the house and go out on a car drive. At around 9:15 PM, I left the house without any idea of where I was going, and then I found myself parked in front of FAST—NUCES, Lahore. As the headlights of my car were pointing in wards, hence, I was clearly able to see that Sania Mumtaz was standing in the drive way alone wearing a white embroidered suit.

   The most important part of the whole that night’s tale is that the whole of the FAST knows that FAST—NUCES shuts its gates on all individuals, whether students, teachers, or visitors, at precisely 9 PM, and no individuals are allowed to stay inside or enter the building. However, I was made to leave the house as some outside party had turned my cerebral state completely ballistic at around 9:15 PM, and when I reached there at around 9:25 PM, Sania Mumtaz was standing inside the premise with the gate still bolted for outside when she could have very easily left the institution with one of her friends, as well. However, she was still there at 9:25 PM, and standing alone in the drive way wearing that white suit. I have absolutely zero idea as to how I got there and how that destination got planted in my cerebrum as I, along with all past and present students and teachers of FAST—NUCES, know perfectly well that FAST—NUCES shuts its gates at precisely 9 PM.

7. Unlike most boys in their late teens and early twenties, I became aware of people’s sexual habits rather late in my life as I had to deal with horrendous circumstance created by my fahter, and I was never attracted to sexually explict material in the first place. However, at some point around the age of 23 or 24, I became aware of the whole of the cunnilingus stuff, as one of my former best friends was being forced into a relationship, and he was completely averse to the idea of engaging in cunnilingus. Hence, he asked me to pretend to be a homosexual with him for just a couple of days to get a British visa as they do not grant the visa unless the individuals claiming to be homosexuals or gay engage in some sexual acts in a glass room in front of a couple of officials. I declined to participate, and upon becoming aware of the wider circumstance in Pakistan, completely refused to get married over here as I deem it wholly unsaitable for raising intelligent humans and telling them that life should be lived decently.

   However, for the past 10 or 15 years or so, people had been visting out place with their daughters, and whenever I used to meet them, under severe duress as I had explicity told my family that I do not meet their relatives at all, and used to meet the girl to exchange greetings, the whole of the cunnilingus saga, or a person licking a woman’s pussy, would start to circulate inside of my head despite the perfectly clear stance on this matter from my side that I have zero interest in engaging in cunnilingus. The problem has now gotten worse to the extent that whosoever has been busy ruining the life’s experience for me and stalling my progress on my various articles and some other projects, starts creating this sensation or feeling of cunnilingus whenever I am trying to watch the clips of my favorite female contributors like LaurenSkips or even thinking about Sandra Guilbot’s works. Since my mid twenties, when I first became aware of this acitivity in which mankind engages, I have loathed it, yet whenever I am trying to watch the clips of LaurenSkips or some other favorite female contributors, someone starts to create the sensation of a person’s tongue engaged in cunnilingus. The whole of the sentiment or perceptual feeling has zero roots in my stance on the matter as my stance has never changed on this particular activity. Some outside party, just like the profound or pronounced cerebral disturbance that made me leave the house at 9:15 PM and many other such events, starts to create this sensation of cunnilingus to at least somewhat dilute the whole of the viewing experience.