28 January, 2010

Sometimes doing 'nothing' is what makes all the difference...

So… It was her birthday today… (At least that’s what I’ve heard other people saying) And since she’d have hated me knowing it and then doing something about it, therefore I distracted myself the WHOLE day & kept my energies busy at doing anything that’d prevent me from doing something for her.

Some people just don’t like making a big deal about their birthdays. May be she is one of them... And maybe that’s the reason why she never wants me to know about her birthday...

Either way, I think I still couldn’t keep myself from doing something for her and my act of doing nothing for her - with the intent of not hurting her - actually reflected my doing something for her.

21 January, 2010



So I’m listening to this someone-whose-name-I-don't-want-to-disclose’s conversation on the phone right now and to be perfectly honest I am amazingly disturbed! This someone is talking to Mr. X who has recently shifted to Australia & doesn’t realize he’s suffering from a cultural shock! Sadly enough this educated middle aged banker probably has no idea what cultural shock is and therefore he likes spending his days by connecting to his roots and calling up his Pakistani friends to complain about the western vulgarity. And honestly Pakistani men are perfect to add fuel to this fire! Instead of telling Mr. X to calm down he’s being suggested that the western kufr is a self fueling cycle! Meaning once you’ve shifted there with your family and once your kids have started to go to their schools they’ll never want to come back to Pakistan! And wives use kids as a weapon against husbands. The truth is that the wives themselves enjoy being in that part of the world and therefore the poor husband s are left with no choice other than being forced to live in that hell hole!

I’m guessing Mr. X must’ve completely agreed to this shameful explanation provided to him because the next thing I heard was; ‘Haan, yeah bewayaan hai na! Un kay tou mazay agaye hain wahan'

I felt extremely bad! A) Because education did no good to Mr. X (proly cause he studied things that’d gain him more coins but not a tad of self-knowledge) B) Because these two men while conversing made it sound like wives and their happiness is the least that matters & it’s against their manly pride to bow down to the likings of their wives, such a shame. May be they were trying to underline the fact that since living abroad for sometime will get one’s wife an abroad nationality and a green card therefore she’ll be more powerful than she is now and hence will act as an equal to his male counterpart (which is exactly how it should be).

All the above irony brings us to these few basic questions: Has slavery really ended? Aren’t women still being treated as slaves and being dictated their own lifestyles? Why do people want to bound each other to stick together? Why can’t people have believe in their selves and not let go of their morals and values wherever they go? Why are decreased choices and imposing will so much liked by a typical Pakistani male? Word for Mr. X: If your principles are so weak that a few years in a western country will rip it apart then I'm sorry but those weren't even worth having! Please understand that the roots of your insecurities lie not in the country you've chosen to live but it's inside your mind! Anyone can obey moral code of conduct living in their own small boxes, what matters is to live out of the box and not let go of your principles!

19 January, 2010

And when I'm HIGH...



I can’t believe my neurons still want me to go ahead with blogging at the end of this weirdishly long day! Can’t say it was tiring too coz I hardly did anything productive! Oh well I did visit the bathroom a several times but I don’t think anyone would want me to count that as productive production?! Anyway this useless day was not my fault! Our “International Law and Human Rights (like-that-exists)” class was replaced by this Seminar on Tolerance & something like uniting for peace & blah! All I remember from that seminar is that it gave me the headache of my life & even after 11 hours of that horrific experience; the headache has not gone! *No exaggerations at all*

I was incredibly HIGH today! High on nothingness - coz I hardly ate, drank or sniffed anything out of the ordinary! And well one must not belittle the power of nothingness! I was just telling the twins the other day about the importance of nothing in order for something to be! Like for example, if it wasn’t for nothing, we wouldn’t have been able to breathe or talk! [Yes, I’m about to clarify this phenomena for those of you who’re a little thick in the head!] I’m referring to the nostril-hole nothingness which allows us to breathe and the free space (i.e. nothing but nothing) inside the mouth which allows the tongue to move up and down freely. So point proved: nothing is what allows something to be! Earth is another example but derive to the explanation yourself! Hint: Milky Way!

By the way earth has cockroaches! And cockroaches are so paranoid! I found one happily wandering in my room so I thought to do some photography out of it but that stupid thing got all hysteric & couldn’t stop himself from running away! Too bad it missed out on a life time opportunity of being captured on a human phone! You bet when this poor thing would have reached his home & would’ve narrated this story to his father; he must’ve gotten those death stares from him on letting go of this life changing opportunity which could’ve reshaped his entire roach-career! Oh and death stares reminds me of my friend. That poor thing bought these *death stares* from a very cheap store (possibly on sale) because she's been trying those on me since the past 3 years & I’m still so very alive!

Err well; the neurons are going all neurotic now! I must take off. I was SO high the whole day today that now it has come to this point where I'm left with no energy at all! Except for the potential energy that I'm automatically receiving - since my bed is elevated from the ground level & I'm on it! *physics joke*