Please read and forward!

I came across this piece of news when someone posted it as a facebook link. I have no words to describe what I feel at the moment. Anger at the negligence of the MNC and the advertising agency, or remorse and sadness at the heinous tragedy faced by the family and children? Then again, maybe its shame and disgrace to see how vested interests of the bigshots can cause the media and the NGOs to turn a deaf ear towards this incident?

It's appalling and gutwrenching to say the least. Please read this, spread it to your blogs, twitter, facebook profiles, send emails, sms your friends in an effort to create awareness of the tragedy, and to bring justice to Saad's children and to Saad himself. May Allah rest his soul in peace.

woohooo!

I just did THIS over the weekend, and I am SO DAMN proud of myself! I finally have an extreme sport to my credit.. woohoooo!
The rush of adrenaline beats all fears.. DEFINITELY recommended!

T20 champs!

Thanks to the Pakistani cricket team for bringing joy to the nation in times of such turmoil. Despite the shaky start, the boys played very well throughout the tournament, surprising every Pakistani out there and making them feel proud of their country after a very very long time.

Like the skipper said, it was a gift to the nation indeed. =)

random funny

Reaching home sweet home after a long drive always seems to end up in a race for reaching the bathroom first, because of well, obvious bladder-related reasons. So today, we all reached home and while I thought I'd made it in a great timing to the bathroom door, I turned the knob to realize a sibling had actually beat me to it! It was like The Flash or something..

Anyway, out of an impulse and in an extremely irritable tone, I asked, 'Who's in there?!'

And in an EVEN irritable voice, my sister replied, 'Ummm.. KAREENA KAPOOR!'


hahahahaha.

btw, Atif Aslam's and Noori's performance from Coke Studio (S02E01) are rocking my world right now. Atif's Jal Pari just a wee bit more.

Broken strings

The last 4 months of my life have been more eventful than I'd like, and not in a particularly good way. And by the looks of it, it just gets tougher by the day. I can't remember the last time I felt overjoyed or excited. In a nutshell, and at the risk of sounding emo and self-sympathetic, I feel totally cheated and victimized. Nothing is how I expected it to be, nothing is how it was promised it would be. Life seems unfair at this point and I feel angry and sad at the same time. There are so many emotions and grudges inside me, storing into every inch of my body like evil grey matter, because I have no one to blame, not even myself.

Sometime I think maybe it was my fault to fight for something that'd let me down, and fall for the empty promises that spewed out in beautiful words and forced me to believe in a disney movie-like life. But how was I supposed to detect exaggerated truths and fantasies behind such convincing eyes?

Every bit of my perfectly perceived future life has crumbled and disappeared like it never existed. And I know it's not your fault. But every time I see your face, that's all I can think of. I can't even manage a forced half-smile around you.

I'm just not happy anymore.

epiphany # 239

I think I'm getting married into a family where they treat their own daughters like royalty, sometimes even at the expense of their daughters-in-law.

MB!

There's so much going on, yet I can't find the strength in myself to put it all together and see every little bit of my life gradually falling apart. So I won't ponder over that because it's all very very futile.

On a happier note, I find Mark Ballas from DWTS so INCREDIBLY cute. sigh.

These are my two favorite routines from this season.



of tarts and brownies...

Imagine going into a bakery. To make the situation a bit more challenging, this bakery's in a foreign country which you may never visit again. You and your friend stare at the different kinds of cakes, pastries and cookies and finally, you settle on the prettiest tart in the bakery, while your friend sticks to a plain old, almost boring, chocolate brownie. Except when you finally sit down and start eating, you realize your tart tastes like dog poo while your friend's brownie is to die for. You steal envious glances at that lovely mixture of baked flour, eggs, sugar and cocoa powder, wishing you had not experimented. Meanwhile you pretend to be delighted by your choice and console yourself by thinking, 'hey, atleast it looks good!'

Such are life's choices. Where every decision we make is like choosing a pastry in a bakery. Where every time we reach a decision, we feel eternally fulfilled. However, sticking by a decision may not always be easy. When we put things in perspective, we wish we had chosen the boring chocolate brownie. Usually in life, akin to playing Who wants to be a Millionaire, the choices once made are irreversible. That being said, it's human to err and to feel remorse. However, we seldom admit our mistakes and we block out regrets from our lives. During the course, we fail to realize that remorse arises from the inability of a person or a thing to meet our expectations. And as we block out our regrets, we start making compromises, as an escalation of commitment to offset poor decisions. We lie to ourselves to make ourselves feel better. We pretend to be happy to show the world how right we were.

And before we know it, our lives become a compromise and all we are left with is a beautiful tart, which in reality of it all, tastes like absolute crap.

I am SO jealous. =(

'pliss don't break my heart...'

So I've seen khusras begging around speaking broken english saying things like, "baji please give me some money, I'm so lonely" to random bhikaris giving me the vaasta of my unborn children asking me to spare some change, to beggars mocking me when I give them a 5 rupee coin. But in ALL my time spent in Karachi, I've NEVER seen something quite like this video. I find it so utterly hilarious, but by the time it ends I feel pangs of sadness as I realize how deprived these children are, and how many little Jamal's and Latika's we have in our city alone.

trrrrippppinnn

I now know what it's like to laugh uncontrollably without a reason, feel delusional, say things you dont remember and eat like you've never eaten before.

In a nutshell, I now know what it's like to completely trip out and I frickin LOVED it!


- May 1'09

p.s. I had no idea the commenting was screwed, anyway, it's fixed now! =)

...because I'm so random

Every night as I change into my pajamas and decide to retire for the day, like a lot of people, I think of the day that has been. After a quick recollection, I log in to blogger to type out a blog post, but instead I look at the blank space, eventually browse a few frequently updated blogs, sigh at my inability to produce words, and leave blogging for another day.

This blog used to be like a diary to me, a venting space, a canvas to paint my day in words and record the good and the bad things that happened to me during the day. It always helped. A look into the unpleasantness kept me grounded, made me realize my mistakes. Meanwhile writing about the pleasant moments always made me smile when I came back to read them at times when I needed that random lift in my mood the most.

It's not the same anymore. And I can either attribute it to being less motivated to etch the memories of this phase of my life into the walls of my blog, or I can call it a writer's block, or I can just say I lead a dull life these days. Whatever the reason may be, I just don't feel like blogging much. But I still do, because I already feel guilty for neglecting my poor little blog for so long. Hence, the tardy half-hearted updates.

Right now I'm listening to Khwab by Junoon, which has driven me into a deepened reminisce mode. I want to go back in time, just a year. Back when my life was perfect. So perfect, I can't believe it was actually real.

This one's for you babe.

Raat dhalni to hai, aanay ujalay to hain...

Yoga, really?!

The recently joined yoga classes are turning out to be entertaining in more ways than one. Other than the fact that the spiritual energy clears my head and the poses are physically exhilarating, some comments by fellow students totally catch me off guard that crack me up in the oddest of positions. Pun intended.

So mine is a co-ed class which makes it SO much funnier. Just today, while doing the side plank (that absolutely takes its toll your arm when you weigh as much as I do!) and being engrossed in a next level inhale-exhale routine while trying to keep my balance, the man next to me in a sudden outburst says, ''*pant* *pant* *pant* frig, frig, friggggggginnnn hell..!" and plops onto the floor while I'm facing him! Needless to say, I smirked and realized I couldn't balance, breathe and control my laughter at the same time hence I put my legs down and withdrew into a restorative pose. Damage control at its fullest.

While that was still subtle, this other one is just classic. So our instructor made us do the bow pose, which was quite intense as is but all of us kept up with the challenge. Seeing our progress, she told us to take it a notch above and 'rock back and forth' while remaining in the pose. A second into it, the guy on my other side looks towards me and in a very solemn but confused expression asks, "this can't be good for the penis?" Really that comment left me with NO choice but to crack up while I rocked. HAHAHAHAHA. No damage control there.

I best chose to place my mat near the ladies next time...

Cry me a river

I think my biggest weakness is expressing anger. It just comes out all wrong. Although I may be boiling inside, all you will ever see on my face is watery eyes. I can get through the saddest moments without shedding a tear, however the moment someone pisses me off, lo and behold I start crying a river whilst screaming out my emotions. And then of course I get the stereotypical question that enrages me further: "...but why are you CRYING?"

Arg.

Like I would INTENTIONALLY create the drama, like I could control the tears, like I'd want to draw your attention towards my reddened eyes when really you should be concentrating on the words I'm using to blast your face off. Like really.

I am SO over this moving back with my family shit. After 6 years of being by myself, I was uber excited about the change but it's SO over-rated. Really. I need a fuckin break and its just been two months.

A fruity surprise!



You know you've hit jackpot when he sends you the one thing you've secretly wished to receive for as long as it's existed.

Thank you! I love u!

Kutner! (spoiler alert)


So they UNEXPECTEDLY killed Dr. Lawrence Kutner (Kal Penn) in House M.D, of a self-inflicted gunshot wound. How gory! If he wanted to leave the show, why did the writers have to make him commit suicide! He was my second favorite right after House himself. I'm really sad.


04/04/09

It's been a year since I blogged.
And now I wish I'd never stopped. I wish I'd blogged about the pleasant chain of events in my life, so I could now take pointers and make the necessary changes to prevent me from this impending doom. Sigh. And I thought it would get easier.

Bah.