Sometimes you wait for something all the time, you do what-not in anticipation, you dont get rewarded.
I texted in that radio show, took 24 rs, drove all the time roaming around the streets just waiting for my text but the stupid RJ didn't care to read my text. Grrr. i'm steaming.
26 December 2008
21 December 2008
Your car, and cars like yours!
I think i'm over you.
But whenever i see a car like yours, i try to look who's sitting inside. Expecting to see you.
But you're never there.
I dont even remember your car's plate number, and thats the best thing about it.
Every car that looks remotely like yours gives me a certain painful hope.
I find it unbelievable. The world is small, yet, our paths never crossed once you didn't want them to cross.
I dont know when i'll stop, when i'll think of every car that looks like yours like any other car. When the maroon color of it wont remind me of happy times.
I tell myself i'm over it. I am. Its just the smaller things.
Sometimes one likes to life in the smallest inklings of painful hope. Its good to keep your heart in practice. HOPE, DESPAIR, HOPE, DESPAIR. They say that way, the heart learns to handle despair in the long run!
But whenever i see a car like yours, i try to look who's sitting inside. Expecting to see you.
But you're never there.
I dont even remember your car's plate number, and thats the best thing about it.
Every car that looks remotely like yours gives me a certain painful hope.
I find it unbelievable. The world is small, yet, our paths never crossed once you didn't want them to cross.
I dont know when i'll stop, when i'll think of every car that looks like yours like any other car. When the maroon color of it wont remind me of happy times.
I tell myself i'm over it. I am. Its just the smaller things.
Sometimes one likes to life in the smallest inklings of painful hope. Its good to keep your heart in practice. HOPE, DESPAIR, HOPE, DESPAIR. They say that way, the heart learns to handle despair in the long run!
18 December 2008
Chirri Urri
Its so funny we’re living our childhood all over again. Lol. You know, those little games we used to play when we were very young, little nonsensical games, beating each other up in the football ground (beating hamza up), doing bhangra whenever we hear the beat, talking non sense all the time and what not. I believe this is because of a realization we all had a few months ago, that after two more years, everything would change. We’ll be engineers inshaAllah, and we’ll all be stepping into our professional lives. So in order to preserve what we have, we probably stepped into this mode of ours and probably got a taste of childhood alive too. Maybe we were always like this, its only that now I feel I’m going to miss all this that I’m paying special attention to it.
We played the game “Chirri Urri” today. To explain to people who do not know its played when all the players put their index fingers in the middle, and one of them shouts, “Chirri Urri, Kawwa Urra, Kutta Urra” (Sparrow Flew, Crow flew, Dog Flew). All the other players lift their fingers if the animal flies (Sparrow, Crow) and keep the fingers in their place if the animal doesn’t fly (Dog etc). simple as that. But we added a twist, we said the person who makes a mistake has to choose b/w truth and dare.
Now the centre of all such games is usually my very dear friend hamza
So here goes the story of what happened in the bus today (we normally sit at the very entrance of the bus):
Mha: “Chal imran chirri uri khelain”
Imran: “Chal hamza, truth or dare jo haar gya”
Hamza: “Nai yaar maine nai khelna” (A very wise decision)
Imran: “Yar bakwas na ker hamza, leechar na ban”
So finally after much prodding we start. Imran whispers something into my ear and the game then starts.
Imran: “Kutta urra”
We all keep our fingers still
Imran: “Gaey urri”
Fingers still there
Imran: “Chirya urri”
Hamza lifts his finger and me and imran keep it there
Mha: “Haha haar gya”
Hamza: “Kya matlab??”
Imran: “Chirya k par katay huay thay, it couldn’t fly…”
Hamza looks bewildered.
Mha: “chal ab truth ya dare??”
Hamza: “Truth”
We then ask hamza a very very embarrassing question that makes him go tomato…haha
We start again after another whisper from imran.
Imran: “Chirriya urri”
We all lift our fingers
Imran: “Tota (Parrot) Urra”
We lift them again
Imran: “gaey urri”
We keep our fingers still
Imran: “Kutta urra”
Imran and me lift our fingers while hamza, shocked, keeps it there.
Hamza: “kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa???”
Mha: “Kutta jahaz pe tha…wo urr gya”
And then hamza is asked another MORE embarrassing question, which isn’t fit for my blog hehe….
We start again, this time, we decide to make it fair. So imran makes the first mistake.
Mha: “ohooooo” (Trying to pity imran)
Imran: “Truth”
Mha: “acha tum ghar ja k pehle kya karo gay”
Imran: “khana khaoon ga”
Hamza looks at us in anger
Hamza: “yaar ye kia sawal tha??? Mujse kaisay kaisay sawal kiay thay???”
Imran: “to tum ker laitay”
And once again hamza is left speechless.
For the last time we start, after imran’s customary whisper in my ear.
Imran: “chirri uri”
Imran: “Kawwa urra”
We notice hamza is copying our movements. His finger does what our finger does. Hmmm…intelligent, I thought. He even kept his finger down on Quail (we kept it down too) and lifted it on Deer.
Imran: “Gaey urri”
We all lift our finger up, hamza just a tad bit late
Mha: “tunay late kia hai”
Hamza: “to kia to hai na…hahaha” (laughing at his triumph)
Imran: “Acha chal ye bta, Gaey (Cow) kiu urri???”
Hamza’s caught off guard. Genius. We’re geniuses.
Hamza: “Wo jahaz pe hi??”
Mha and Imran: “naiiiiiiiiii….wo flying carpet pe thiiiiiiiiiiiii”
We give eachother a high five, and hamza prepares himself, quietly, for another embarrassing question!
We played the game “Chirri Urri” today. To explain to people who do not know its played when all the players put their index fingers in the middle, and one of them shouts, “Chirri Urri, Kawwa Urra, Kutta Urra” (Sparrow Flew, Crow flew, Dog Flew). All the other players lift their fingers if the animal flies (Sparrow, Crow) and keep the fingers in their place if the animal doesn’t fly (Dog etc). simple as that. But we added a twist, we said the person who makes a mistake has to choose b/w truth and dare.
Now the centre of all such games is usually my very dear friend hamza
So here goes the story of what happened in the bus today (we normally sit at the very entrance of the bus):
Mha: “Chal imran chirri uri khelain”
Imran: “Chal hamza, truth or dare jo haar gya”
Hamza: “Nai yaar maine nai khelna” (A very wise decision)
Imran: “Yar bakwas na ker hamza, leechar na ban”
So finally after much prodding we start. Imran whispers something into my ear and the game then starts.
Imran: “Kutta urra”
We all keep our fingers still
Imran: “Gaey urri”
Fingers still there
Imran: “Chirya urri”
Hamza lifts his finger and me and imran keep it there
Mha: “Haha haar gya”
Hamza: “Kya matlab??”
Imran: “Chirya k par katay huay thay, it couldn’t fly…”
Hamza looks bewildered.
Mha: “chal ab truth ya dare??”
Hamza: “Truth”
We then ask hamza a very very embarrassing question that makes him go tomato…haha
We start again after another whisper from imran.
Imran: “Chirriya urri”
We all lift our fingers
Imran: “Tota (Parrot) Urra”
We lift them again
Imran: “gaey urri”
We keep our fingers still
Imran: “Kutta urra”
Imran and me lift our fingers while hamza, shocked, keeps it there.
Hamza: “kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa???”
Mha: “Kutta jahaz pe tha…wo urr gya”
And then hamza is asked another MORE embarrassing question, which isn’t fit for my blog hehe….
We start again, this time, we decide to make it fair. So imran makes the first mistake.
Mha: “ohooooo” (Trying to pity imran)
Imran: “Truth”
Mha: “acha tum ghar ja k pehle kya karo gay”
Imran: “khana khaoon ga”
Hamza looks at us in anger
Hamza: “yaar ye kia sawal tha??? Mujse kaisay kaisay sawal kiay thay???”
Imran: “to tum ker laitay”
And once again hamza is left speechless.
For the last time we start, after imran’s customary whisper in my ear.
Imran: “chirri uri”
Imran: “Kawwa urra”
We notice hamza is copying our movements. His finger does what our finger does. Hmmm…intelligent, I thought. He even kept his finger down on Quail (we kept it down too) and lifted it on Deer.
Imran: “Gaey urri”
We all lift our finger up, hamza just a tad bit late
Mha: “tunay late kia hai”
Hamza: “to kia to hai na…hahaha” (laughing at his triumph)
Imran: “Acha chal ye bta, Gaey (Cow) kiu urri???”
Hamza’s caught off guard. Genius. We’re geniuses.
Hamza: “Wo jahaz pe hi??”
Mha and Imran: “naiiiiiiiiii….wo flying carpet pe thiiiiiiiiiiiii”
We give eachother a high five, and hamza prepares himself, quietly, for another embarrassing question!
17 December 2008
Coming back to blogging
Yes i'm a procrastinator. A big one. I've been wanting to come back to my blog for a long time, but i'd always leave it off to a certain tomorrow, which obviously would never come. And these days have been so whirlwind that i never had the time for a mini catharsis of sorts. I'd wake up and the next thing i'd know, i'd be texting someone from withing my blanket. Such are the days of winters.
University has been highly unhappening. I say that because its common knowledge amongst all people who know me that university is one thing is love and look forward to. But its been different these days. For many reasons. I'm really not at ease with it these days. The fight we had over the weeks before the last two, internal troubles, lack of football and various small things have lead to it. To top it off, exams are round the corner, and i dont know zilch about refrigeration and airconditioning, engineering statistics and environmental engineering. I haven't even attended classes Damn it!
Anyways i didn't really want to complain and whine, by prior experience i've come to the realisation that every semester this happens, so whats the point in crying?
Eid was okay. Not the usual merry merry eid though i was so excited as i'd get three days to dress up! But sadly, i only dressed up the first day. The next two days were just normal days. I had three shalwar qamiz planned for the three days. First day a brownish white one, black for the second and grey for the third one. Such wishful thinking. Sorry if i sound like a girl.
Had a bbq at danish's place later last week. Was fun. Lets not talk about old stuff.
Politically, we've all been on our flash points. Sorry, politically and emotionally. Our media, most of it, has disappointed us to such an extent that i stopped watching tv. Over the last few days, we've been accepting allegations without seeking proof and our media has been stupid enough to not give the country any cover. Someone said that media is serving the indian interests, most of it atleast, but i believe its just the way our minds have been moulded, into the conspiracy theory mode. Noone knows for sure whats true and whats not.
I really believe that we should've looked for proof before actually apprehending pakistanis. Its an example of such poor diplomacy on the international level and such confusion and apologetic attitude at the local level. Not to mention, the lack of national pride and sovereignity.
But whats the point in talking about all this? There is a point. Atleast we can all show how sick are we of the current civilian dictator! Its not even worthy of being called leadership, its such a sham, such non sense.
As its obvious from the above ranting, i'm back!
University has been highly unhappening. I say that because its common knowledge amongst all people who know me that university is one thing is love and look forward to. But its been different these days. For many reasons. I'm really not at ease with it these days. The fight we had over the weeks before the last two, internal troubles, lack of football and various small things have lead to it. To top it off, exams are round the corner, and i dont know zilch about refrigeration and airconditioning, engineering statistics and environmental engineering. I haven't even attended classes Damn it!
Anyways i didn't really want to complain and whine, by prior experience i've come to the realisation that every semester this happens, so whats the point in crying?
Eid was okay. Not the usual merry merry eid though i was so excited as i'd get three days to dress up! But sadly, i only dressed up the first day. The next two days were just normal days. I had three shalwar qamiz planned for the three days. First day a brownish white one, black for the second and grey for the third one. Such wishful thinking. Sorry if i sound like a girl.
Had a bbq at danish's place later last week. Was fun. Lets not talk about old stuff.
Politically, we've all been on our flash points. Sorry, politically and emotionally. Our media, most of it, has disappointed us to such an extent that i stopped watching tv. Over the last few days, we've been accepting allegations without seeking proof and our media has been stupid enough to not give the country any cover. Someone said that media is serving the indian interests, most of it atleast, but i believe its just the way our minds have been moulded, into the conspiracy theory mode. Noone knows for sure whats true and whats not.
I really believe that we should've looked for proof before actually apprehending pakistanis. Its an example of such poor diplomacy on the international level and such confusion and apologetic attitude at the local level. Not to mention, the lack of national pride and sovereignity.
But whats the point in talking about all this? There is a point. Atleast we can all show how sick are we of the current civilian dictator! Its not even worthy of being called leadership, its such a sham, such non sense.
As its obvious from the above ranting, i'm back!
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