cow shall i serve thee?

I bin meaning to blog in the last coupla days, only the problem is, ive been rather too afraid to do so… I don't think I'll come out half as side-splittingly funny as I used to be – ive stopped cracking myself up :( {Basically after the last incident where the doctors told my mom I had irreparably damaged my head}. And secondly… my stomach's been all socially irresponsible. I thynks i jynxed it. See. When them folkses said "she can stomach everythyn'," them folkses were prolly talking abouts me yo! But the other day, I prolly ate somat my stomach didn't principally agree with… (yeah it does that)… and it's all been rather downhill since. (I feel so much better havin shared that w/ you… you know how they say, "in sickness and in health" *evil grin* ). So eid mubaraks everyone. Personally, if you were to ask me how my eid went, I'd say just like the last one, or the one before that. I still have to come to terms with being "happy" cuz that's the demand of the day. I just don't take moods or situations imposed on me too well. (Hence the need to sleep thru half of the said day, and to spend the remaining half at someone {anyone} else's place). But it turned out to be an interesting experience for a friend of mine, who went bakra shopping… the dear darling had a great tym recounting his experience: "It was sooo cool!!! Did you know they sell three types of bakras in the mandi? There was the small bakra, they were selling for less than 3k each, but the animal looked suspiciously like a dog… "The other bakras, which were being sold for 15k and above, were very close cousins of thoroughbreds… they told me the animals could be fitted with horseshoes, all with different sizes and styles of heels. "The third and the most boring type was Zee Bakra itself, and looked rather pale in comparison with its extended family. But it did come fitted with a barrette, four legs and hoarse throat." I (almost) ran (over) into thys cow the other day, who was running on a bridge. It was actually a very funny sight. The woman redefined the nursery rhyme "and the cow jumped over the moon." Here's how the story goes: the cow was being transported in an open truck, and somewhere on the bridge, she jumped off the vehicle of transportation. From there on, it was a wild cow chase I tell you. Three cars, various people and a cycle wala with cow fodder were all chasing after it… and the entire episode was taking place in the middle of a bridge. So there weren't too many directions in which the cow was running. And since the cows know they can't run faster than cars, imagine the chagrin of the poor dear, who was blocking the entire traffic (im sure she was running as fast as she could…). I think the great escape was aborted when the animal eventually tired out (possibly cuz I don't thynk cows are serious fitness freaks). Beyond that, life has been… mundane. Exams on weekends, assignments, and all that jazz. The only bright side to ANY of thys is basant, which falls feb. 6th. Guess who's gonna catch a serious cold flying kites on various rooftops across the city? :) p.s just finished Of Love and Other Demons. Any one tells you the books is trash, trash their face for me plz :) on a scale of 1-5, I rate it 3.75. and that's as high as any book will get, in my bookslist at least.

like. i havent blogged in 10 days. so temme... how YOU doin'?

a game of chance

"Marriage is a gamble. You start with a pair. He shows a diamond. She shows a heart. Her father has a club. His father has a spade. There's usually a joker around somewhere. After a while he becomes a king and she becomes a queen. They end up with a full house." and they ask me why i'm crazy about cards.

dont bother to leave a message

man... it's one of those days again... ive tried hiding under desks, but it doesnt leave a really good impression on those who finally discover you... *grin* but then, that was never a consideration was it? anyways. so like... ummm... thys one tym at band camp... ok! ok! im only kiddin... i almost lost my cell today. which sorta kinda came as a relief... but then i found it again. imagine losing three hundred contact numbers and a worthless, unnecessary mode of communication that cost you an arm and a leg... the thyng is, i rather like techy gadgets and stuff... but only for selfish purposes. i'd like my cell to be outgoing only... meaning, i can conveniently not receive a call when i get one. man, that would be heaven. unfortunately, they tell me access to heaven is invitation only :p teh first cell i ever got (a hand-me-down shoved down my throat) was a panasonic G500 ... three years ago. the old faithful served me well for over ten months... until i dumped it for a T28s... ahh! the class, the style... the sofistikashun!!! (that's sphistication in norwegianich)... honestly man, ive changed over 5 other cells after that, but there aint no place like home... i mean, NOTHING can be compared to that number. unfortunately, the fone was not built for a game of soccer, and i only found out too late. teh tragically boring and in no way comparable 8210 tried to fill in, but the interim arrangement remained just that. very very temporary. santa got me an 8850 because i had been a good boy throughout 2002... and that was teh happiest day of my life cuz... umm... yeah. i got a pink panther ringtone installed in the cell when i bought it. my brother tried to buy me out with the 6610, and actually, he sorta kinda did, but he also managed to lose it FOR me. as compensation, i was awarded the 6610i... but really man, a camera fone with horrible picture quality doesnt compare with a no-camera-fone with awesome ringtones :D guess what i switched back to? if there was ONE cell that i did fall in love with, in all the tym ive carried a fone around, it would have to be a 7200. im not a nokia person (which seems rather contrary to the numbers ive put up so far), but really, that fone is marvellous. ingenious. stupendiferous. im not particularly sure what that last word means by the way. but it has a nice ring to it... no? :p *groan* ok... bad pun. the thyng is, i have the 7200 as well, at home, but it's just too bloody expensive to be used. a bit like a pair of nikes i bought over two years ago, and kept them in a box because they were bloody obscenely expensive for shoes. *shrugs* anyways, enough drooling over machines. i got a headache man. i should go get some education done for tomorrow.

im not all you wished me to be

"Rebel, mind your last name Wild blood in my veins They bring strings around my neck The mark that still remains" life is slipping by faster than i would wish it to. i mean, ideally, i wouldnt be 21 for another 15 years, but that threshold was crossed two years ago -- and now look what's become of me... im 23 going on 75. *sigh* (and no grandchildren even) sometyms i wonder if my parents were right in educating me. or showing me how to make decisions, or believing in all what i wanted to. at the end of the day, let's all face it. an "independent" pakistani female spells trouble (N-U-I-S-A-N-C-E). on the one hand, we are expected to have degrees, careers, financial independence... excelling in all what we do... on the other, we cant move out of our homes unless chaperoned -- by a husband. like hello? have i even dialed the right number here? so in the past few days, my heads been all cotton candy. which isnt saying ive been pleased with myself (cotton candy always makes me grin like a fool)... it's just saying i've been as substantial as a bag of artificially treated sugar. at school they asked us to submit our CVs before jan 15, so they can be sent out, and we can apply for internships at MNCs and whatever. like totally whatever man. imagine thys. internships start may. imna haveta worry about beginning january 2005. (the worrying has already begun...so im guessing has january...) im just wondering WHAT i'll be putting on my cv. specimen cv for hemlock: hello. im hemlock. im 23. im ... umm... a) addicted to the internet??? nah, bad option. b) funny??? hahaha! you crack me up! NOT. c) cute??? oh sure! that'll definitely get you places :p d) aging??? and that's special because...? e) busy making a souffle of my life??? oh! so you can bake?! here's the deal. i love being me. i love being who i am. if i had another chance, i wouldn't undo any of what ive done so far. unfortunately. none of that is CV material. it's like... "been there, done that"... but errr!!! can't go around putting that on my CV, now can i? two months before im supposedly making the most important decision of my life, im still prettymuch without any significant achievement. i havent set up elaborate satellite communication systems in the country, i havent managed a multi-million rupee portfolio for anyone, nor have i developed SAS. that by no means belittles all what i've done - it's just that i was never running in the rat race, and darn it, i was just never a rat! i mean... im working on it...!!! man, i was just so busy being happy most of my life, i never took tym out to make a cv. and look where that's got me. it's like, i can tell you deep sea diving can cause decompression sickness... but how useful is that information if i want to get a job at P&G, or Unilever...? *sigh* can i go home now?

highbrow readin'

Sex, dogs and chickens - weird headlines of 2004. my favourite one? A Zambian man hanged himself in shame after his wife rushed into their house to investigate a noise and found him having sex with a chicken. The chicken was slaughtered afterwards. (eds' note: ack!!! you don't say!)