Rainy Days

Kurt Cobain said it best,

" I'm worst at what I do best,
And for this gift I feel blessed,
I found it hard, it was hard to find,
Oh well, whatever, nevermind"
- Nirvana, Smells like Teen Spirit.

small world, big things

Just came across this, at one of my friends' facebook,what a high for us desi football fans!

random sighs

Watching Revolutionary Road lastnight, I was reminded of my utter impatience at sitting through something that long, Hollywood flicks for the major part are nothing close to the Hindi ninety minute marathons. Still, the ordeal of stifling yawns and stuggling to keep eyes open is something you don't wanna do,especially while trying to wind down with a movie. Overall good work, could have ended better though.

living drama

Sometimes,things follow in such succession that you can't help feeling affected, no matter how work-oriented/ business minded you are. Not to say I throng from the very practical squad yet whenever and whatever I'v set out to do over the past few weeks has inadvertendly been subjected to some kinda drama taking place in the country. Now I haven't such a penchant for politics whatsoever, but what we witnessed yesterday was nothing short of madness.You were forced to stay glued to the idiot box and watch the drama ensuing the nation over. My dad left for golf early morning,
only to find the roads blocked, on three alternative routes and we were neatly tucked in our own neighbourhood, calling it such a perfect Sunday. Long March and Lathi Charge. Slogans and Speeches. Throw in the absurd notion of blocking text messages, in addition to news channels and the general roads to anywhere. The public presenting the social circus. Even on Skype, it's all my friends would about. Thank Heavens for peace this morning!

i *heart* khi

Of all the things in the world (city), I miss Karachi most for my favourite Vintage Joint- Sunday Bazar, Defence Phase VII.

make lists

Make lists, not resolutions ( I have a slight something against the word).

To-Do lists, crossing out after the do has gone to done with your favourite highlighter. The joy!
Lists of places you went to.
Lists of people you met.
Lists - of colors and textures, sound and smell, keep 'em in a small note pad or diary, post its and refer regularly or plant a calender with all it's days doodled in color and cheer! Fun along your days.

room for improvement

I love the study-cum-bedroom I'v gotten, in the new house. The aura of all those books from various genres lined up neatly in the wall unit among photos here and there, a few favourite animation and stuffed toys, pot pourri, urns, the revolving chair and the dusky lamp lit air is so my kind of playground. Had the beds made something like I saw at Habitt a couple of years ago : low lying planks with no head piece and single units, to serve the purpose of sofa-cum-beds all the same. Rooms are the places that boast of your personal tastes, mine being a plethora of books,books and more books. Like a sanctuary of sorts. Being a studyroom, it's got books, journals, magazines and gadgets from all over the house, so it's a bit of a public affair when your guests keep walking in to glance through the book titles and all. Still working on getting a workable dressing table and unload the 'things' serving as bedsides. I'v always been something of a momento junkie and a bit private one at that. Still have to find a place for the paraphernalia, collected over years and journals seasoned since. Need to fix my digi-cam, though the thought of a new one's just as tempting. Also decide on a theme color, as for now it's all experimental, the drapes are primtive white, grey and pink, the matting's peachy brown and cushions many earth tones. Pathwork-esque.
It's the ambience of a living library and a bedroom to be re-buffed.

hmmph-ing some more

sleep deprivation never never causes creativity. Or does it?
You'v only gotta be as fatigued as me to know that for sure. Exam Anxiety. *Sighs*

tip tip tip baarish shuru hogayee!

the rain's painting Islamabad ( and, ofcourse other parts of the county) gorgeous. It has a funny way of bringing back so many memories:
- splashing in the cold summer showers with cousins all afternoon
- going for a long drive to the end of nowhere
- making garam sweet pakoras to go with steaming coffee
- simply walking to take in the icy breeze and just get really wet
- richly colored umbrellas and raincoats
- getting shoes and socks full of water
- rushing under that massive tree to shelter and relish the scene
-dancing in the rain, with hair and clothes flowing, on the loose
-writing my journal in the balcony, the pages getting all smudged in ink and rain
- stranded in a super-hilly-turned-slippery forest in Kel,Azad Kashmir and holding onto tree trunks prior to being rescued back home
- nursery rhyme,' rain rain, go away...'
- songs that talk of rain, 'tip tip tip baarish', 'november rain', 'it's raining man', 'bheegi yaadein', 'suhana safar aur yeh mausam haseen', and so many more

they say the first few droplets of rain remind you of the person you love...don't know about that
but the feeling's pure romance!

retrospect?

For the first time ever,i made no resolutions for 2009. Of all the trite greeting texts i got pre,post and midnight,the one still saved on my phone sums up my notion for it :
" I made no resolutions for the New Year. The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me."

words

i think in words,rather facts or figures.
numbers,somehow intimidate me.
logic often bores me.
images can escape the fitting dimensions of description.
words,i can count on...come what may.

Islamabad-The Beautiful and Sleepy.

If you'v ever been/lived/heard of Islamabad,you'd know the silent rumbles of the city,in the quiet and dark of the night,there's even stillness in broad daylight---nothing you could and probably should compare to Lahore or Karachi.

While driving with my mom somewhere near f7, i commented on how Islamabad wouldn't be Islamabad,had it not been for the serpentine traffic in the streets, dimly lit houses and cafes,
gentle, fresh breeze and the overall calm that envelops all signs of activity and buzz.Where your favourite coffee joint is not miles from your place, or your friend's place isn't all that remote afterall, you can relish a slow drive with favourite CD playing in the car or whizzing your ride from lane to lane.
Home's never faraway,the highways are never too noisy,the air doesnt smell of burning oil and your'e constantly in touch with nature.The land of gorgeous rains and thunder and vibrant green mountain tops.Being the small place it is,you get to be part of whatever social scene's happening around and that's the best part,the homey feel to it.It's still catching up with the rest of the country/world/whatever on many fronts,at it's own pace.

p.s: don't get me wrong,i love Karachi,intense as ever only in a different kinda spirit.
p.p.s:and Lahore,i like too.
p.p.p.s: but then again,nothing compares.

attack of the umpteens!

ok,so i adopted a couple of blogs back when i was too busy reading other,more happening and splashy ones but it definitely is another feeling having one for your very own.
For the umpteenth time here,on my umpteenth blog,the umpteenth post....umpteenth HELLO!