I like being looney at 2 in the night

At Mrs. R's place....

Mrs. R's dad: Kiya huaaaaaaa
Mrs. R: Aba chakkkaaaaaa marraaaaa
Mrs. R's dad: kis neeeyyyyyy
Mrs. R: Pakistaaaaannnn neyyyyy
(After 5 seconds)
Mrs. R's dad: Kiyaa huaaaaaa.....

And when the kids at her place wouldnt stop torturing the murgha, he ran (flapped?) to the roof and put his head into the loo there and commited suicide.

*****
:)

Janni Bhai's 8 year old cousin: If you wish hard enough, the ice cream van comes.

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Baby Titan (when he was 8, maybe 9) scribbled this down for Chicki. (This is something coming from someone who's always had a room that looked like a garage sale):

Ive learnt that just when you get the room the way you like it, Mom makes you clean it up.

*****

Its my mommyz birthday.... :D

Ok, my browser for some reason is screwed up. It wont show the verification box which means i cant comment on blogs that have this function turned on. So please people, turn it off. I wanna go back to being able to comment on everyone's posts ... pretty please :D

P . S: Sobia you are one brave woman to be holding up your front that way :)

P.P.S : Mahnoor... ur blog has disappeared.... :O

Aunty H's daughter is a lark. At different instances during our conversation:

Her: My son was really tiny as a baby and I was scared someone would step on him so I wud carry him around all the time. My family gave him a nick name after that.
Mom: what?
Her: they started calling him my mobile.

Her: I didnt tel anyone when I found out I had Gall stones.
Mom: why?
Her: I was hoping they would get lost by themselves.

Da da da....

World cup's finally over...

Italy won. I am not that sorry, they played an excellent match... they were excellent on the field. Ive little (very very little) know-how of football but man, they were solid and quick. They deserved to win.

Still feel a little bad for Zidane and the career end with the red card but even then his head butt was awesome. And he still won the Golden ball Award...

So here's to Zidane and what the final for me was all about :D...

Nahiiiii ....

Italy won :(

poor Zizou ...

What Godzilla said to God when his name wasn't found in the Book of Life

A song title I came across... I have no idea what Godzilla said in case you were wondering...

Watching Fifa Finals:

Zinedine Zidane:

Ok I haven't been in awe of someone (at TV distance ) like this for a very long time. And this was even before I found out he was muslim (which is brownie points for me all the way)

Man, he is sooo amazing...
and seriously, this time not solely based on his looks. His whole attitude on the field is so zabardast... except for the latest red card header obviously. Haye I hope Zizou wins...


Oh and if anyone cares, he is a muslim, his origin being Kabyle from La Castellane, an Algerian Frenchman.

I really hope France wins the penalty shots... (will find out by the time I finish this post)

Ive waited and waited and waited for something exciting to happen in my life.

Still waiting.

What Ive been doing lately...

Saw Original Sin...
(yeah, Im slow.. :P ... atleast i got around to it.)

Luis: Christ! You'll be the death for me.
Julia: Oh... I hope so.

Louis: Whore! Liar! Thief! Dont you see? Dont you see that I cannot breath without you? I cannot live without you? Dont you see that? Dont you see how much I love you?

(haye... how sweet... Oh wouldnt it be nice to be loved so much! sigh... i meant by Antonio B :P)

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Saw Xmen 3:

Dr. Jean Grey: You would die for them?
Logan: No not for them... for you.
Dr. Jean Grey: Save me...
Logan: I love you...

(Oh man... Logan is sooooo hot! :D)

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Saw Underworld: Evolution :

(Im disappointed... even tho i love movies involving myth and all, the only thing nice abt this one was Scott Speedman)

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Read Veronika Decides to Die by the guy that wrote The Alchemist... a must read...

At Amy's place sometime ago:

Amy: So is Lint everything you wanted in a guy?
Me: (thinkin) yeah, i guess...
Amy: So weirdo, why aren't you with him when you know he's crazy about you?
Me: uh..

I didnt know what to tell her. Didnt know how to answer that. So I e-mailed her this song instead. She never asked me that question again.

Everything You Want... Vertical Horizon

Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it

Now you're here and you don't know why
But under skinned knees and the skid marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't return

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why

But you'll just sit tight
And watch it unwind
It's only what you're asking for
And you'll be just fine
With all of your time
It's only what you're waiting for

Out of the island
Into the highway
Past the places where you might have turned
You never did notice
But you still hide away
The anger of angels who won't return

I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why
And I don't know why
Why
I don't know

So FIFA WORLD CUP 2006 started today. And Ive been ordered by dady dearest to stay away from the TV till it finishes. For the next few weeks, this place will undergo soccer frenzy while my Dad, brother and sister will obsess about every little move made on the field. And since I find it very easy to get caught up in the hype, you might just find me posting about it every now and then.

Spent the day at Amy's place. That girl is infectious, i swear. She's a train wreck waiting to happen most of the time. But man, is she fun to be with or what. She told me something concerning somebody I care a whole lot about. I was about to TXT my somebody-i-care-about-a-lot and tell her about the little piece of information i had just recieved when i remembered what Dr. A had told me a few days ago.
We had a Muscle Dystrophy patient come in the other day with little chances of survival beyond his teen years (the condition cannot be cured), and I wanted to know if we should find out whether any of his other siblings had the same condition. Why take away somebody's reason to be happy? Let them be, dont tell them anything, when nothing can be done, Dr. A had replied.
So today I did that. I erased the sms I had written and i put the cell back into my purse. I care about her and her being happy way too much... my lips are sealed.

P.s: maybe I'll post about Dr. A someday. The man is dynamic. I havent been blown off my feet like this since I met Dr. Shuro.

p.p.s: Germany won: 4-2. Dad and Baby Titan are discussing the last goal of the game and betting on whether Poland or Ecuador(spl?) will come thru. See what i meant.

Came across this on someone's profile on orkut while browsing...
(and since this certain someone is a friend's friend, all names will be witheld.... but feel free to laugh if u find it funny :D.... talk about taking things literally... he he how very gross)

Turn-ons: public displays of affection

And while I am on the topic of haw-hawing about what everyone's been upto, we (Spaz and I) saw a girl at a wedding, who Spaz later told me, was a 'total bitch'. Yep, those were her words. I wondered the reason behind them, whether it was cuz Ms. Total Bitch had
a) ruined Spaz's life
b) stolen Spaz's boyfriend
c) not paid back her loan taken from Spaz
d) stolen Spaz's job
e) any combination of the above

So i asked Spaz why Ms. TB was... well, such a Total bitch.

Reason: the woman was wearing loads of vamp -like make up at a mela really late in the night.

And here i was thinking, I was messed up and bloody opinionated.

Every now and then...

Do you think its weird that 80 % of the smsz I send start with a LOL?

Compliment of the day: You're going to be a good doctor someday. You know how to cheer people up.
*** :D I feel like patch adams already. Oh the little ray of sunshine me. ***

Kate and Leopold: Love is a leap. I was never inspired to jump.

Victor Hugo: The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. Loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

A cure for my blues and the reason for my recent sore thumb: Grand Theft Auto III. All hail the people who made Play station 2. God bless you folks.

To one of my best friends Princess Fuz: I changed. You changed. The amazing part is ‘we’ dint. That is what great friendships are all about. Love ya girl!

Its a little unnerving when you cant tell your best friend about your year old blog, cuz you're scared that she'll read it and figure out things about you (since she happens to be a smartass and knows you the way nobody else does) that even you arent willing to admit to yourself.

Filmy. Very filmy.

I thrive on drama. So much so that now the pattern of ‘ordinary’ in life scares me. The luke warmness of emotions is terrifying. I asked a friend what are you passionate about? He gave me the usual work and studies reply. No problem. I take that as an answer, just not a very good one.
Yes I have seen too many Indian movies. And read too many romance novels. Listened to a few too many songs. To the point that now a life without a lot of happiness expressed in the loudest manner ever, a life without the deepest sorrow, a life without love that scalds your heart and burns through your soul, a life with no idea about notions like ecstasy, love, passion, hate, anger, bliss, madness.. a life devoid of feelings in their purest and primal form, a life that just consists of days being spanned out to merely fulfill the act of existing… to me, this life doesnt seem a life at all.
Unless you can cry tears that will shake the heavens, and laugh even harder… live, hope and dream in the noisiest and most dramatic way ever…. Unless you dont do that, how will you ever know you really lived?

To belong or not to belong...

For the first time in 21 years and 8 months of my life, I feel like an outsider in my own city. I dont understand why people here think the way they do. Im past the point of being able to comprehend their reasoning. I feel like I am being judged and scrutinized. I make others uncomfortable with all that I say and all that I do. And now, I am starting to make myself uncomfortable as well. For the first time in my life, I feel like I dont belong here anymore.

Muah ha ha

Ratigan: Oh, I love it when I'm nasty.

The Great Mouse Detective

Musing (abusing)...

The funny thing about quetta… not the funny Oh my god, that's so funny, I think I gave myself a heart attack from laughing so much, but the other funny Oh my god, am I really from this God forsaken place funny… so anyway, the funny thing about quetta is that this city is so frikkin small that its like high school all over again. You go out with somebody, you break up and you start going out with someone else. Chances are the next someone else is the previous someone else's best friend. Then you break up with the second someone else and start dating a third person, who turns out to be a cousin of the second someone else. Yep, that's how far you get to go, that's how big this city really is.
All I gotta say is, Thank God for our parents, who we are still scared shit off. We never got around to doin the dating scene when we were still in quetta. Sort of makes me feel better to know that my potential/non-existent boyfriend hasnt already dated half of this city.

Currently, my fave song: Ek nazar mey bhi pyaar hota hai…

Been watching: Scent of a woman… WHoo ha!

Xena, the warrior princess, and Dr. K getting married… how very weird. Truly peculiar.

Droopy’s sister S got married. Her mamoo called from KL and cried his eyes out on the phone. I dont think it was the marriage or losing S part he was crying about. It was probably the realization of the amount of time gone by that hit him. Funny how we need speed breakers like that to make us stop and breathe.

I think beauty is wasted on some people if they dont have anything else to show for it. Have I said that before? i have right? just goes to show how very strongly i believe in it.

Tried and tested: to avoid getting constipated due to change in diet and water, eat lots of achaar. An upset stomach is just a small insignificant consequence. Can be easily ignored. At least you arent constipated anymore.

I desperately hold on to the faith that life doesnt need to be this hard. That happiness is a choice.

Temping!

Have you heard?
Im temping.

I was motivated. With all the recent hype in our class about who is doing what, with whom and where (Im talking about electives/internships, you sickos :P), I thought why not put my hols to a 'good' use as well. It will be some extra credit (that I have no idea will be helpful in any way later on, or not). Most importantly, it will make my parents happy.

Happy parents = Satisfied parents = no daily queries about whether I am studying or not = 6 weeks of no comments about how I shouldn't be wasting my time = happy me.

Yes, we all have ulterior motives. Spending six uneventful weeks at home with everyone in a good mood seems to be mine.

So a week ago, I put my grand plan into action and set foot into the world of crying children, pooping babies and smelly wards. I started working in the Paeds Department.

Safo says she loves doing her electives at UPenn. She's having the time of her life, she's made new friends and she's trying to experience the place on her own too. She even got lost once recently when she set out to sightsee.

Hmm… funny how things aren't very different at my side either. I did lots of getting lost too... In fact, I lose my way all the time. In the hospital hallways, in its grounds, in its parking lot. So you can imagine all the fun Im having. If you're there and happen to see a girl in a white coat, carrying a purse and a journal, walking straight ahead, gaze fixed on the ground, come say hi to me.
You might also see a man running after me, saying, Baji baji, where are you going? The OPD is the other way.
That's my dad's driver. Say hi to him too. He loves the attention. :D
The gaze down and fixed is a rule, by the way. Self-inflicted, I might add. Have you ever been to quetta? You'd understand if you had.

Yeah, so like Safo, I've made friends too. There's Akhtar, my dad's peon. He's a total sweetheart, bent on converting me, a no-tea person, into a tea-oholic by the time I go back to Karachi. Then there are the Consultants I am working with, Dr. A and Dr. B. Under-paid, over-worked, good souls. And of course, the male House Officers; how could I forget them. They make it a point to stare. A lot. I mean, seriously dudes, that's so last century. And the attendants who come with the kids. The female lot mistakes me for a doctor and showers me with smiles and admiration. The male lot mistakes me for a doctor and turns their back on me, pointedly ignoring my presence, while talking to the consultants.
Yeah, these are my friends. See, one big happy family.

Of course being mistaken for a doctor isnt always this fun or comfortable. A lot of patients come up asking for directions. I told one woman that I didnt know the way either. She gave me a really evil look (all residents of our dear city will know what Im talking about. Our qta-women can make your skin curl and convert you into sputtering pile of putty with that look if you arent careful. You’ll wish you were dead and six feet under already.)
So now with all direction-seekers, I pretend to not know their language. It makes things so much easier.

And then there were some people who mistook me for a doctor, came up to me and asked me for lots more then just directions. What was my reaction, you ask?
A sputtering pile of putty.
I blushed, I stammered, and then I picked up my jaw from where it had fallen on the ground and tried making a cool exit. (These are the perves, I warn you. Steer clear, steer clear.)
Yeah, so that was that. I dont think I’ll be living down this one anytime soon.

Oh, but then it comes to the kids.
And Im it...
I dont need any convincing. Just when you think you've had enough with screaming babies, weird parents, noisy families, a mother will bring in her year old baby, who was born pre-mature at 7 months, has low immunity, and is currently suffering from a chest infection and fever. And also, that baby happens to have the widest, biggest, most beautiful smile that you've seen in the whole day. He goo-gaas at you, slobbers on your hand while you examine him and apparently doesnt know what crying is. Or an 8 year old girl will come in, who looks like a pixie, smiles at you from behind her elder sister and collapses into fits of giggles when the doctor tries examining her stomach. Or the 6 year old boy with big eyes, who comes in straight from school, still in his uniform, too sleepy to sit straight on the stool. Even when they are sick, these kids warm your heart and touch your soul.

On your way home then, despite all the perves, and the weirdos, and the intolerable family members, your find yourself thinking, yeah, today was a good day.

My two cents' worth

I will hurl if I ever hear a guy call one of his friends janu, jaan (or anything similar) again...
When we ladies say stuff like that, we look cute.
When you guys say it, you sound gay.
So quit it.

In other headlines, too much wedding talk. Uff... way too much wedding talk. A friend is getting nikah-fied soon. Is ecstatic. Whoopdeedoo. I am happy for her, I really am, she is an excellent friend of mine but excuse me if I dont feel like getting hitched ASAP or like in the next thirty years or so. Another friend that has already married a couple of months ago is a constant billboard for wedding bliss, an eye sore for a cynic like me. Yet another friend is getting engaged in the summer to her cousin. She is too far away to hit or curse with any effective results.
So there.
Im in an extra-nauseous mood nowadays so if there is any more talk of weddings or happily-ever-afters around me again, I will hurl. I repeat, I will huff and puff and HURL. Disgusted yet? Lets move on.

I think the actual trouble is liking someone. Im not talking about love or lust or all the other boring lyrical flowery yada yadas. Im talking about genuine appreciation for someone. Like Sarah JP put it in Ellen's show:
In the long run, you gotta like em. All the other stuff is in a moment that goes away.

I totally agree with you female, even though you remind me a little too much of my youngest aunt, which makes me want to change the channel everytime I see you... but nevertheless you are absolutely right. I think, no wait, I know... I know you have to appreciate somebody, appreciate all that they are about, like them for who they are to be able to bear them, tolerate them, compromise for them and to be able to love them in the long run.

Im sorry if I look/sound like such a deer-caught-in-the-headlights cynic when it comes to the marriage deal but even though, at a few rare lose-ur-mind-and-watch-it-melt-away instances I have imagined myself to be in love, now I dont think it was worth the effort. I never began with liking the person for who he was, it was flattering to be liked/loved and from thereon, for short delusionary periods I imagined myself to be in love. But now, in complete sanity, I'll tell you I was not. In love, that is. The delusional part Im not commenting on.

So yes. I will convert from my reject-all-things-called-marriage way of life.
Dont fret Mum, I will. One day.
When and if I meet someone, I can totally and honestly appreciate. Appreciate him for his mind, his brilliance (if he has any), his visions, his character, his honesty and his genuinness (is that even a word??... but you get the zist dont you)
Once there is the appreciation, there will be respect and eventually, hopefully, perhaps with time, there may even be love.

Till then, singledome is not so bad after all :D

P.s: Came across one of Aisha's latest posts, The overseas marriage thing, and even though it has nothing in relevance to my insane midnight ramblings, I thought it was a really good read.

Bored with existence

I dont know how my hours are spent. Everyday slips into the next, eventless and vague. I cant recall anything I did yesterday or the day before or a week ago. I find myself hypnotized and stupefied by the TV noise and the colours are a blur. The calendar shows me a stretch of days, a stretch of time with repeated movement that constitute of feeding myself and sleeping. Bored with existence.

I stare at the screen, waiting for it to light up. A part of me believes you miss me but I wonder who will break first. You or me? The thought of showing my weakness in front of you is the only thing that is keeping me from dialling your number. My ego wont allow me that luxury. How long will your resolve last? I stare at the screen and wonder.

When I had convinced myself of your insignificance and bolted all doors in your face, all it took was a simple reference of ‘aap’ to remind me of you.

To Dazed, with love: Some days, I could just wring your neck and walk away.

A year. 12 months. Seems centuries ago. Sees like happened to somebody else. All that remains is a dull ache. Like a forgotten ailment, that hurts every once in a while to remind you of its existence. Pulsates in the background. Instead stands a gaping hole. 12 months and counting.