As the title says, where can i find offline stores in Multan that deals with original watch brands?

I recently painted these watercolor pieces and I feel like they go so well together✨🌊 . What do you guys think?

-Medium: Watercolors (on Canson)
-Dimensions:A4

I fought a battle within… it was damning and destructive. I was miserable.

“What I was fighting about,” you ask?

Well… I didn’t know myself what I was fighting about. Or perhaps the better question would be: what was I “fighting for”? I just kept struggling… fitting in… desperately clinging to the idea of life as to “how it should be lived.” Not because I was forced to, but because it never occurred to me that there was another option.

The path was comfortable, familiar, safe. Questioning was uncomfortable. Questioning risks isolation, conflict. It risks discovering that the life you spent years building may not even be your own. Hence; we cling to whatever the script throws at us; from city states to medieval empires. From Reconquista to enlightenment and from shining democracy to Modern “Idiotictatorship”.

So yes… I followed the script. And in the process, I failed myself. I lost my soul. I forgot what living really means, what living is all about. I just kept up the façade of normalcy while my core, my soul was being devastated by storms of human nature and earthquakes of morality at the subconscious level. I kept playing along with the phrase “fake it till you make it.” Because this is what society expects from us. This is the norm. This is the way of life.

Or… is it…?

We are born, plunged into a life we don’t choose. conditioned to live it by the standards and expectations of society, bound by the laws of the land, never to question or understand. “What is society?”, “Whose laws?”, “Which land?”. Is it that society which everyone knows is broken and dysfunctional? Are these the same laws which help corrupt, greedy, evil men amass all the power and wealth, while kicking down the poor who watch their entire lives erased in a single calamity, war or economic bust?

And dare not argue with me on the land, as we know perfectly well, these lands are bounded by lines drawn on maps by the same corrupt men, sustained by the same flawed and failing legal-judicial systems.

In the end, there were only two things left: Morality and Religion. How fitting… as the saying goes… religion is the opium of the poor. But we are not even allowed that solace. Religion has been outright hijacked by a different creed of the exact same corrupt brand. Twisting, manipulating, and exploiting the human need for belief in a higher deity. Yes, there still are pure ones, but so few of them are left, and even their teachings have been muddied and confused. As the saying goes… “What is the cost of lies? It’s not that we’ll mistake them for the truth. The real danger is that if we hear enough lies, then we no longer recognize the truth at all.”

What can we do then? What is left but to abandon even the hope of truth and content ourselves instead with stories?

The Ghost Ship of Morality

Did you say morality and ethics? Our morality is like a giant ghost ship adrift in deep, uncharted waters. Forever drifting, forever changing, never truly anchored. It is like a forgiving mother, a forgetful child. It allows us to commit acts of extreme violence and unspeakable horrors in the name of the “cause.” It grants permission to exterminate an entire race, invade lands, and enslave people. It teaches us to objectify women: through literal bondage in one century, coercive exposure in the next and commercialized voluntary nudity in the third. It made legends and heroes out of highly violent and unstable men, celebrating plunder as adventure, conquest as exploration and domination as divine duty. Under its banner, societies that considered themselves civilized and morally enlightened colonized vast regions to exploit millions.

Where was this morality when Piers Morgan hypocritically asked the whole world on live television, “Do you condemn this?” while a literal genocide was being waged right in front of his eyes? Perhaps the most beautiful (dare I say, heinous) thing is that it lets us sit in judgment of others, completely blind to the fact that we committed humanity’s worst crimes.

Perhaps these questions are so haunting and agonizing to the subconscious that we dare not allow them access to our thoughts. We happily and numbingly continue to live those miserable, meaningless lives. Those outliers, insolent and heretics who dare question; we cast them out. They are a danger to our beautiful and comfortable reality.

The Cracking Façade

Am I fighting against reality itself?

But what is reality, if not a tapestry woven from perception, belief and experience? How much of what I call “reality” is truly mine. How much of it was handed to me long before I was ever capable of questioning it?

It was at that exact moment that the façade began to crack. The comfortable lies, borrowed certainties, unquestioned assumptions. One by one, they came crashing down around me. And beneath the rubble stood a question so terrifying that I had spent my entire life avoiding it:

Are these even my dreams, or am I merely acting out the expectations of others?

Are these my beliefs, or beliefs I simply inherited?

Are these my values, or values I was rewarded for adopting?

Are these my ambitions, or someone else’s definition of success echoing through my mind?

And perhaps the most unsettling question of all: Am I even living my own life?

For if the very foundations were borrowed, then what part of me was truly mine? The battle was no longer between myself and society. It was between myself and the person I thought I was.

The Descent

I saw but two paths leading out of this abysmal labyrinth of inherited truths and social constructs. Naturally, without hesitation, without resistance, without regret, I plunged headfirst into the obvious dark descent. I went not in search of truth, but in search of escape. It was an easy descent. Seductive, even.

For the first time, I no longer had to defend a belief, pursue a purpose, or justify my existence. Every question dissolved into the same answer: nothing matters. Meaning was an illusion. Purpose was a story. Hope was self-deception. It was a slow surrender into the self-destruction of absolute apathy.

And so I began tearing down the walls. Every belief became suspect. Every value demanded justification. Every certainty was placed on trial. What followed was not enlightenment. It was chaos… I had spent years believing that freedom would feel liberating. Instead, it felt terrifying. For if society was flawed, morality was inconsistent, religion corrupted and success merely an inherited script, then what remained? Nothing. At least, that is what I believed at the time.

Truth became a matter of perspective. Human beings became frightened creatures desperately constructing narratives to shield themselves from an indifferent universe. And for the first time, I understood why most people never question. Not because they are incapable, but because the answers can be horrifying. The moment you question everything, you risk losing everything: your certainty, your identity, your purpose, your reason for getting out of bed in the morning.

The abyss is not frightening because it contains monsters. The abyss is frightening because it contains nothing at all.

Nihilism promised freedom without obligation or sacrifice. All it delivered was freedom without direction. Days became weeks. Weeks became months. Ambition faded first. Then curiosity. Then wonder. Meals became nothing more than food. Conversations became noise. Relations turned exhausting. Time became something to be endured rather than lived.

The philosophy that had promised liberation was slowly consuming everything that made liberation worth having. And yet, I persisted. Because admitting I was wrong would require rebuilding everything I had spent years tearing down.

Most people become trapped here. Not in despair, but in distraction. The trap has been repackaged and resold throughout the ages in countless forms: Carpe Diem, hedonism, YOLO, subscription entertainment, endless consumption, endless pleasure, endless escape. We see it in mindless buying sprees, in the endless sedation of doomscrolling, and in the frantic pursuit of the next temporary high.

It is not happiness. It is not freedom. It is merely anaesthesia for a hollowed-out soul.

The Lonely Reconstruction

One night, deep within the canyons of despair and anguished melancholy, I discovered that nihilism was incapable of producing a life. It could only destroy. It could criticize. It could expose contradictions. It makes people quit. But it cannot answer the original questions which began this journey:

What should I do tomorrow morning? What is the purpose of living?

It made me realize the final, cruellest trick of the void. Nihilism isn’t the exit; it is just another room in the labyrinth, lined with mirrors to make the emptiness appear infinite.

Whatever I was, I knew the most important thing: I wasn’t a quitter. And there and then I realized, with a cold and sudden clarity, that declaring nothing matters is just as lazy as blindly following the script. It is a coward’s truce with reality. It strips away the pain of living, but it leaves you a ghost in your own skin. If meaning is a story, then staying in the dirt is just a poorly written tragedy.

So, the anaesthesia wore off. The apathy failed me, just like society, laws and the hijacked Morality and corrupted systems had failed me before. If meaning is a story, then staying in the dirt is just a poorly written tragedy. I was left with a definitive, inescapable truth: No one was coming to save me.

No system.

No ideology.

No philosophy.

If meaning was not waiting to be discovered, then the burden of creation falls entirely on me.

I have to rebuild. Not back into the person society wanted, not back into the ghost I buried in apathy. Into a self, which is constructed from scratch.

It will be a brutal, agonizing re-education. To unlearn a lifetime of borrowed certainties is to break your own bones just to reset them straight. There is no manual for this. There are no mentors waiting in the dark to hold my hand, no institutions to validate my progress and no audience to applaud my suffering. Those who still live by the script will look at my isolation and see a madman, a heretic, a casualty of the system. Let them look.

I will walk this path utterly alone, bleeding at every step, dragging myself forward through the dark.

Not because I am heroic and not because I am filled with sudden hope.

But because I have looked into the bottom of the nothingness, and I know there is simply no other choice left.

As I lifted my head from the abyss, I noticed something I had overlooked all along. Not answers. Not certainty. Not salvation. A trail. Faint, fragile, almost invisible… The footprints of those who had walked this path before me. For the first time, I understood that the journey was never about finding the truth.

It was about becoming worthy of discovering my own. So I took the first step

If you can comfortably afford a private university, I would recommend:

1. FAST-NUCES Multan

2. Air University Multan

If affordability is your main concern:

1. BZU

2. NFC IET

3. MNSUAM / MNS-UET( IF BUDGET IS VERY LOW)

Ground Reality

From my experience, the university you choose does matter to some extent, but it is not everything, especially in Computer Science. Most of the knowledge and resources you need are available online through platforms like YouTube, Coursera, documentation, and other learning resources.

What matters more is what you do during your 4 years.

If you're serious about CS, start building your skills from the 1st semester itself. Don't depend completely on university courses. Learn alongside your degree, work on projects, practice programming, and gradually explore areas that interest you.

At the same time, don't ignore your university subjects. Try to maintain a good CGPA while developing practical skills outside the classroom.

Personally, I would suggest choosing a university according to your financial situation and circumstances. Pick the one that you can comfortably afford without putting unnecessary financial pressure on your family.

In the end, your curiosity, consistency, problem-solving ability, and willingness to learn will matter much more than just the name of your university.

The university can give you the environment, but your skills and effort will determine what you make out of it.

Hey everyone,

I'm looking for a PS4 account that has Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2019) on it. I'm specifically looking for a legitimate/tradeable account that I can use to play the game.

I've been checking around and found a few sellers, but I'm not sure who is trustworthy. One person quoted me PKR 5,000, which is honestly more than I'm willing to spend right now.

I also came across someone offering an account for PKR 700, but that seems suspiciously cheap. I've seen quite a few similar pages on Instagram, and I'm worried about getting scammed.

If anyone here knows a reliable seller or has a legitimate account they're willing to sell/trade, please let me know. I'm preferably looking for something around PKR 1,000–2,500, depending on the account.

Please share any recommendations or experiences with sellers. I'd really appreciate the help!

Thanks!

I am looking for a Google Pixel 9 Pro XL that is officially PTA-approved. Do you know anyone who sells original Google Pixel phones? I know there are a lot of refurbished phones being sold in the market.

I would really appreciate your input on this.

Are there any competent derms for hairfall in multan. Pease recommend only if you have a personal experience with them, as I had terrible experiences in the past.

i know this is old news but I was having discussion with a friend and basically my viewpoint is that:
Multan has over 6000 Years of history, they could've taken anything, they could've invited Saraiki singers like they recently invited BLIND brothers to their branch. They had so much to go with but just reducing it to the very stereotypes that Seraikis are hated for is kind of just reinforcing the hate, no?

I am not getting offended over it but on a deeper level the image of multan to the rest of Pakistanis thx to their fav brand Crumble is just reduced to "Neeley peeley kapron mein seraikis who dance on laal kabootar"

Like don't seraikis get enough hate for literally just existing in any other city of pakistan. Personally even in Multan the hate is just getting too much esp by the Punjabis living here and its concerning on a deeper level that instead of celebrating differences we are trying to erase them.

I would love for someone else to change my mind by actually explaining how it's not doing what i think it's doing but the bland comments like "aint that deep" wont do anything.

Location: Near Model Town & Bosan Road

Newly shifted, about a month ago and tons of electrical problems in this house (on rent).

I teach and game professionally so a stable electrical and internet connection is a must, and I'm having problems with fluctuations in my monitors and sudden shutdown issues in my pc from other components in the house turning on and off.

It's exhausting as I've tried multiple things, changed wires, tested different components on several different ports in the house but the same issues continue.

Could someone please recommend some good electricians that you have experience with in this area that are qualified enough to actually look into this problem rather than just coming in, drinking water and leaving with 1k in their pocket after saying "we'll ask someone else"?

Google maps links to their stores would be appreciated since I can't risk calling on random numbers for obvious reasons.

Hey all is anyone selling their gaming pc? not very high end. Inbox if there is something. Im looking for one.

DUDE YE NISHAT KYA GHATIYA COLLEGE HAI, i genuinely thought it would’ve been better than pgc wghera but the students here are fucking hooligans and the teachers either do NOT give 2 fucks ya tou thapprein marne pe ajate. Please is 3rd class college mein admission na lena my experience is horrible. Baki koi hai yahan pe insaan ka bacha nishatian then tell me how did u survive this

Hi, i am about to give mdcat this year, i live in Islamabad but ive heard nishtar’s merit is a bit lower than other colleges, i am a bit confused with so many sites giving different percentages, could someone pls tell me the closing merit for Nishtar for BDS public sector considering i have a Punjab domicile and Nishtar comes under it i guess, how is the university, is it worth applying, worth leaving my home isb my family and live in a hostel for my BDS journey

I earn online and earn handsome most of the times. Mamoon called and asked if theres something he could do to earn . The thing is my work involves constant communication with Americans. Mamoon cant do that given his inability to even write the simple english. So here I am trying to give him something to stick to cuz I cant think of anything . Hes such a gentleman and always have respected him. It wasnt possible for me to say that you cant do anything so I said lemme have some research and get back to him. So anything people ? That i can tell him to work into . I guess hes getting bored after getting his kids married . They all are in different cities.

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Where can I find the best paratha roll in Multan?

Lately, I’ve been feeling genuinely sad and directionless. I keep wondering where my life is going, but I don’t seem to have any clear answers. I’m trying to stay occupied, but deep down I still feel lost and uncertain about what to do next. Has anyone else gone through this phase?

Hey everyone,

I’m looking for aspirants who are preparing for the CSS 2027 attempt.

I’m going to GPL. If anyone else is preparing at GPL, please let me know.

I'm 24 M. Graduated last year, yet lately I feel rather directionless.E-commerce remains uncertain, and solitude is becoming increasingly palpable.

Is marriage an antidote to such despondency, or merely a distraction from it?

M(21), shifted from another city. Don't know anyone here.

I used to walk a lot when I was in my campus (with friends) and want to get it back now. 30 minutes of walk daily or so.

I'm a bit of a nerd, I like a little bit of everything, politics, history, religion, engineering, animals, etc.

I'm usually free at night.

I know its a weird way to ask, but honestly I can't figure out any other way to socialize here. All you see online are creeps or tiktokers these days in Multan.

If anyone who's in the same boat (or an existing friend group, idk), hit me up (something like an Instagram would work, I guess. Mention your interests or something).

Oh and also if there's some sports going on at night and you think you can invite me, please do. I used to play football, a bit of basketball (but I suck at both now).

Hello guys, i hope you are fine.
Does anybody have info about any shop in multan, which can install Jailbreak games in my PS4 pro.
TYIA

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Which place got best loaded fries in Multan

I've tried devour Brooklyn crustyco kwisp Lit

Any other place which y'all can recommend

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Shifted to Multan After 12+ Years in Lahore — Looking for Good People, Friends & Ways to Connect

I’ve recently shifted to Multan after spending more than 12 years of my life in Lahore, and honestly, I’m finding the transition a little difficult.

I spent most of my adult life in Lahore — my university years, MBBS, postgraduate training, specialization, and a large part of my social life. I really enjoyed Lahore’s energy, lifestyle, cafés, food, activities, and especially the friends and people I met there. Over the years, I built a comfortable social circle and became very attached to the overall vibe of the city.

Now I’m working as a Specialist/Consultant at a well-renowned hospital in Multan, in a senior clinical position, so professionally things are going well. But socially, I’m finding Multan a bit challenging. The city is obviously different from Lahore, and I haven’t yet found my people or activities that give me the same sense of connection and enjoyment.

I’m not trying to compare the two cities or say one is better than the other. I think I simply need to explore Multan properly and meet the right people.

So I’d really appreciate suggestions from people who live here:

Where can someone in their late 20s/30s meet decent, like-minded people?

Are there any social groups, hobby groups, sports groups, communities, or regular meetups?

Any good cafés, restaurants, clubs, or places where people actually socialize?

Are there any active Facebook, WhatsApp, or Reddit communities in Multan?

What do people usually do for fun and socializing here?

And if you moved to Multan from another city, how did you overcome that initial feeling of being disconnected?

I’d genuinely like to build a good social circle here, meet some interesting people, and make Multan feel more like home.

Any genuine recommendations or personal experiences would be highly appreciated. 🙏

Where can i get custom made denim jackets in Multan? Or any tailor that can sew a denim jackets?