Ladies and Gentlemen, Junaid has left the building...

Junaid Labhadur is still alive. He just doesn't write crap here anymore.

...well, he's probably still alive. Maybe. You don't really know, do you? I mean he is alive at the moment of typing this stuff out, but is he alive when you, the reader, are reading this? There's no way for you to be sure, is there? And strange things do keep happening to him. It's very likely that he has passed on in some non-arb way. Like a satellite that was put into orbit by some dude who doesn't understand the metric system could have fallen on his head by now. Or a rabid rhino that escaped from some zoo (or someone's back yard) could have impaled him. Or maybe he got beaten up by Tony Leon and Patricia Lewis in some bizarre fight over the last copy of People magazine in a corner shop in Bloemfontein. He could have been crushed to death being sat on by Oprah on a plane as she plans another weepy show on how she gained so much weight (again) and how shes going to fight to get it off (again) while starting several lucrative and weird diet fads (again). Perhaps Junaid has died of depression after listening to too much Counting Crows despite several warnings from well-meaning friends and relatives who just don't appreciate good music. Junaid could also very likely have died at the hands of Marilyn Manson while fulfilling a life-long dream of saying "Dude, you are sooo ghey!" to his face. Or, you are reading this in 2147 as you cower in fear of your Google Overlords. In that case, Junaid is definitely not alive. In all likelyhood, though he is probably alive and kicking, so don't worry.