the late late blog

honestly. id like to say somethyng. somethyng relevant, perhaps a bit smart, and if my luck is really shining, then somethyng funny. hopefully. so i fell asleep in class today. thrice. there was thys 10 minute hypnosis session, the prof trying to teach us to relax... and all thys stuff about pro-active thynking... blah ( i mean, that guy has had happiness and positivity pharmaceutically induced in him or somat)... so we were doing thys exercise on talking to our muscles, telling them they were : strong, supple, relaxed and healed. now the lights were off, the auditorium was air conditioned, and i was tired. what better way to relax than sleep right? half way thru the exercise, i woke up with a start. i had no idea WHAT the prof was telling our minds to do... 0_0 "you will blog tonite" khair... the more pressing issue... Mr nomad himself. ok get thys... like most ppl who dont know my neighbourhood (small as it is) waleed had trouble getting to my place. he arrived four fone calls and three hours late. we were supposed to go book shopping, but since food is a more lucrative business here in pakistan than is reading, writing or acquiring knowledge, most book houses close by 9pm.

fun fact 1: for every 1 rupee spent on books, pakistanis spend 17 rupees on food. for every 1 rupee indians spend on food, they spend 17 on books. guess who's coming out on top? fun fact 2: most of American software houses are owned and run by indians, who started off as paupers, and ended up millionaires.

but i degress... i dont thynk he totally found the books he was looking for, but the very day i realised why i dont go into bookstores. cuz i end up looking at the books i'd like to own, get reminded of all the thyngs i'd like to do... and am made to feel rather small... to thynk i dont know what's out there is um... 5 billion books printed to date. doesn't knowing that make you feel small and stupid? he treated me to a 'papar'... and just as both of us decided the potential of shopping couldnt be maximised on empty stomachs, my mom called asking me to bring him over so we could go out for dinner. me: mom, no, he's a really cool guy, we DONT have to take him out to dinner. mom: beta, i seem to have wasted all that money educating you, you are the RUDEST host i know. me: that may be true mom, but really, go out for food? cant we just eat at home? mom: no me: are you sure? mom: do as you are told young lady, or else.... i thynk it was the or else that got me. fine, W dude, we are going home cuz my folks thynk unless they feed you the best food in the city, theyve left somethyng to be desired in their impeccable hosting qualities. and so it was. 10.30pm ish, the two of us got home ... starving ... packed everyone in my miniscule car, and drove of. being saturday night, all the eateries were pradictably jam packed, and it was 1 hour and three restaurants later that we could actually sit down to eat. (i swear these bloody lahoris are mad). having people you can actually just chill with, knowing there is no fear of being judged (am i right W? help me here...) is fun. at least i had fun... im still willing for the nomad to confirm :p (though he WAS courteous enuff to thank me the next day). AND he's been gracious enuff to let me know EVERYTYM he's been out for ice cream (and ive been cooped up in my dorm. naiki ka to zamana hi nahi raha. but you see, from here, the tale gets weird. on the way back, some godforsaken thyng happened to my car, which had already spent the last two days at the workshop, and it stopped smack in the middle of the street. suficient man power later, waleed and my brother jump-started it, and we were able to bring it and us back home safe, well after 1 in teh morning. we called a friend over around two-ish, so waleed could get a safe ride home, and in the meanwhile, my mom spoke with his mom, (hopefully) allying her anxiety. thys is where it gets real freaky: out of 4.5 million bloggers across the world, guess who waleed is? apparently, our moms share the same alma mater. i mean, 2 in the morning, these women started talking, first about kids, then about health, then about godknowswhat, and like 15 minutes after waleed gave the fone to my mom, i see she's still on it, discussing her college from 25 years ago. "HANG UP MOM! thys instant! it's an indecent tym to be on the fone," i screamed. it didnt work... the ladies were able to establish links, and promised to get together for a meet-up. that was the moment waleed and i decided to disown each other. seriously. i mean, either the parents can be friends, or the kids can... otherwise it just gets too messy. fortunately it's been too hot, ive been away at college, and my mom's been too unwell to entertain guests... she was like }{ thys close to inviting them for dinner. oh. and i dont know if the nomad has told you thys, but he's getting married next yr (inshallah)... i would tell you more (like the date), but i dunno how much id be infringing on his personal life ;) youll have to ask him yerself :D that'll be all folks. for now.