Thursday, November 20, 2008
most of the time it so happens that we get so caught up in the nitty gritties of life, so trivial meaningless materialistic things, which i must add, we don't realize at that time but then out of the blue something happens and reminds us how uncertain life is ..we are so.. lets say helpless... we are not in control like we like believe and we dont even know ka what will happen the next second.... dont know about others, but incidents like these leave me truly shaken to the core... like a reality check.... a humbling experience...reminding about the mortality of this world and me...
Friday, November 14, 2008
Unidentified
mom: will you get up now!
me: acha jee, uth rahi hoon ( ok ok, im goin)
mom: jaldi karo mujhe dair ho rahi hai (hurry up, im getting late)
grinding my teeth, i surrender, pick up the phone and dial the "sacred" number which by now, i can easily recall even if im doped! khair keeping my fingers crossed i wait for the line to connect and thanks to my lucky star, it does yeehaaaaa!!, i wouldn't have surprised myself if i had done a somersault in utter joy (not that i know how to.. but you get the point)
with the line connected, im asked to wait for let say, eternity ( no kidding... mom told me to turn off the stove after im done calling and by the time i entered kitchen, the air was heavily pregnant with the smell of burnt food!!!) finally i get the honour of being able to voice my humble request and voila... man i should have known better.... fazool ma itni lambi call karwai and not to mention the burnt food and what for? just to get told what i was betting 99.99995% would be the answer......
" SORRY APP KA ID CARD ABHI NAI BANA....." $$$$ the bastards!
don't mind my swearing, i cant help it. the first time i went to get my id card made was in Jan. '08. its going to be a full year now.. the first time i called, they told me k there was some mistake in my fingerprints and so i had to get them corrected. since then i have been to the godforsaken NADRA office thrice and have given my signatures and fingerprints about twice and every effing time im told that there was some problem in the system and they didn't go through to Islamabad. God how i hate this system. its not that i consider waiting in lines below my precious little pampered pompous snob of a self...its just too damn irritating to be told again again that the they got rejected. moreover the customer services lines are always engaged, see now you know the secret of my happiness when the line went through. and to cap it all, when ever i give my finger prints and the signature ..they are bloody well accepted by the computer but what happens next is beyond me.
the last time, i went there, i completely blew up and almost almost started shouting at the people there, mom stopped me from creating a bit more of a scene than i had already! its not that i am paranoid or what i mean aik saal hona wala hai aur ya kaam abhi tak latka wa hai... now i hav to go in there again and give my fingerprints and signature and photograph for... im losing count now...
im not superstitious but if it doesn't go well this time too, i cant help wondering if some curses or jinxes are doing there work. so please help me God. thus till then im still Unidentified!!!!
me: acha jee, uth rahi hoon ( ok ok, im goin)
mom: jaldi karo mujhe dair ho rahi hai (hurry up, im getting late)
grinding my teeth, i surrender, pick up the phone and dial the "sacred" number which by now, i can easily recall even if im doped! khair keeping my fingers crossed i wait for the line to connect and thanks to my lucky star, it does yeehaaaaa!!, i wouldn't have surprised myself if i had done a somersault in utter joy (not that i know how to.. but you get the point)
with the line connected, im asked to wait for let say, eternity ( no kidding... mom told me to turn off the stove after im done calling and by the time i entered kitchen, the air was heavily pregnant with the smell of burnt food!!!) finally i get the honour of being able to voice my humble request and voila... man i should have known better.... fazool ma itni lambi call karwai and not to mention the burnt food and what for? just to get told what i was betting 99.99995% would be the answer......
" SORRY APP KA ID CARD ABHI NAI BANA....." $$$$ the bastards!
don't mind my swearing, i cant help it. the first time i went to get my id card made was in Jan. '08. its going to be a full year now.. the first time i called, they told me k there was some mistake in my fingerprints and so i had to get them corrected. since then i have been to the godforsaken NADRA office thrice and have given my signatures and fingerprints about twice and every effing time im told that there was some problem in the system and they didn't go through to Islamabad. God how i hate this system. its not that i consider waiting in lines below my precious little pampered pompous snob of a self...its just too damn irritating to be told again again that the they got rejected. moreover the customer services lines are always engaged, see now you know the secret of my happiness when the line went through. and to cap it all, when ever i give my finger prints and the signature ..they are bloody well accepted by the computer but what happens next is beyond me.
the last time, i went there, i completely blew up and almost almost started shouting at the people there, mom stopped me from creating a bit more of a scene than i had already! its not that i am paranoid or what i mean aik saal hona wala hai aur ya kaam abhi tak latka wa hai... now i hav to go in there again and give my fingerprints and signature and photograph for... im losing count now...
im not superstitious but if it doesn't go well this time too, i cant help wondering if some curses or jinxes are doing there work. so please help me God. thus till then im still Unidentified!!!!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Lost a la Mc Cain
now moby thanks for tagging me however, i fail to comprehend why would one want to have 8 homes in one country? but i guess, speaking of U.S and its 50 something states.. quite logical..8 in Pakistan is a bit difficult, for me the one in lahore is more than i could ask for, just love the city. khair still i have made an effort to rack ma brain for this post,so here goes:
THE RULES:
The McCains own 13 cars, eight homes and have access to a corporate jet. If you were as insanely rich as them, where would your eight homes be and why?
The only rule is: The homes must be within the borders of the country you live in, so as to utterly emulate the McCains.
When you’re done, tag 8 people, so that they may join in the self-indulgence, forgetting about the crappy property market and the equivalent of The End of Pompeii on Wall-Street. You could spend your time hammering your doors and windows shut in preparation for the Apocalypse, but this meme is so much more fun!
1. Lahore-like i said, its ma favourite place on earth. when i say or hear the word home, Lahore is what comes in my mind. so i have to have one home in Lahore, it kind of goes without saying.
2. a penthouse- now i have always had this dream to live in a penthouse which offers me the view of the entire city and that too Lahore.. ahhhh.. my dream home!!
3. a cothi i.e. the typical old fashioned homes we find all over Pakistan. i am a sucker for this kind old architecture, just love the elaborate designs of the walls, the arches etc. i relish the idea that it has a history...
4. kalaam- now this is a place which is very close to my heart, have a lot of memories of my childhood associated with it. we used to go there in summers...this was the first hill station of Pakistan that i visited. i can still see the picturesque view by just closing my eyes and can still hear the roaring sounds of river kalam.. breaks my heart when i think of all the fighting going on there...
5. mardan- now this is again a place which i really have very fond memories of, my grandfather used to live there and we used to visit him every summers... gosh..i miss going back there, now that he lives with us in Lahore..
6. a farmhouse- id love to live in a farmhouse.. preferably near Lahore..it would be nice to escape the noise of the city besides id love to indulge in my favourite sport which is horse riding!!
7. on a beach- what a delightful pleasure it would be to wake up to the noises of the ocean and to be greeted by the sight of a white beach and crystal clear blue water.. wow... a pity i cant find white sandy beaches in Pakistan, so in that case ill just have to do with Karachi..
8. Islamabad- only because its the cleanest city of Pakistan n me being a clean city freak!!!
THE RULES:
The McCains own 13 cars, eight homes and have access to a corporate jet. If you were as insanely rich as them, where would your eight homes be and why?
The only rule is: The homes must be within the borders of the country you live in, so as to utterly emulate the McCains.
When you’re done, tag 8 people, so that they may join in the self-indulgence, forgetting about the crappy property market and the equivalent of The End of Pompeii on Wall-Street. You could spend your time hammering your doors and windows shut in preparation for the Apocalypse, but this meme is so much more fun!
1. Lahore-like i said, its ma favourite place on earth. when i say or hear the word home, Lahore is what comes in my mind. so i have to have one home in Lahore, it kind of goes without saying.
2. a penthouse- now i have always had this dream to live in a penthouse which offers me the view of the entire city and that too Lahore.. ahhhh.. my dream home!!
3. a cothi i.e. the typical old fashioned homes we find all over Pakistan. i am a sucker for this kind old architecture, just love the elaborate designs of the walls, the arches etc. i relish the idea that it has a history...
4. kalaam- now this is a place which is very close to my heart, have a lot of memories of my childhood associated with it. we used to go there in summers...this was the first hill station of Pakistan that i visited. i can still see the picturesque view by just closing my eyes and can still hear the roaring sounds of river kalam.. breaks my heart when i think of all the fighting going on there...
5. mardan- now this is again a place which i really have very fond memories of, my grandfather used to live there and we used to visit him every summers... gosh..i miss going back there, now that he lives with us in Lahore..
6. a farmhouse- id love to live in a farmhouse.. preferably near Lahore..it would be nice to escape the noise of the city besides id love to indulge in my favourite sport which is horse riding!!
7. on a beach- what a delightful pleasure it would be to wake up to the noises of the ocean and to be greeted by the sight of a white beach and crystal clear blue water.. wow... a pity i cant find white sandy beaches in Pakistan, so in that case ill just have to do with Karachi..
8. Islamabad- only because its the cleanest city of Pakistan n me being a clean city freak!!!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Crazy Timez
Being lazy bonez, i am naturally a not-at-all early riser. but guess what! i got the surprise of the week when my half closed eyes adjusted on to the wall clock and took in what they beheld..according to the clock i had woken up quite early than i usually do...wow man!!! but reality came crashing on me when my slumberous brain finally grasped that the CLOCKS had been shifted an hour back**groan**
seriously other than the fact that i usually ended up doing stuff a bit more on time, i dont think this time changing thing helped us that much.wat say you??
moreover, there is this perpetual feeling nagging at the back of my mind k yar din bohat lamba hogaya hai... no wonder i feel sleepy right now and its only 10:30 at night, guess ill call it a night but heck!! who will do the tons of pending assignments* a long sigh followed by a string of curses-you-dont- wanna-know*
seriously other than the fact that i usually ended up doing stuff a bit more on time, i dont think this time changing thing helped us that much.wat say you??
moreover, there is this perpetual feeling nagging at the back of my mind k yar din bohat lamba hogaya hai... no wonder i feel sleepy right now and its only 10:30 at night, guess ill call it a night but heck!! who will do the tons of pending assignments* a long sigh followed by a string of curses-you-dont- wanna-know*
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