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! =)