The mess that is my Facebook...

I was recently telling family that my Facebook is a mess. There's so many people in my friends list that I'm hesitant to even post updates anymore, and now this stupid blog is linked to it (and I can't figure out how to get it off!) so I don't update my blog anymore. 

Everytime you come back from an AIESEC conference, during those 3-5 days post-conference where you're still experiencing the adrenaline rush, you add every freaking person you met there. This makes for a lot of people! Now I have to go through everyone of them, sort out when we met, and then remove people that I have absolutely no contact with! Shit! 

Phase I was completed about a month ago, I removed everyone I had no recollection of meeting. Phase II is underway now, and I'm categorizing people into lists (being unemployed makes for lots of free time!) and removing people I have no plans of contacting again, unless I end up in their country. 

To add crazy on top of crazy, my mom asked me to set up a profile for her! Not happening! Admittedly my mom is barely able to turn her laptop on, so getting on Facebook regularly to keep tabs on her kids will be highly complicated, and unlikely, but why even go there. Imagine the self censorship that would have be employed should the 'rents decide that Facebook is their playground. 

I've been plagued with weird dreams and sleepless nights for the past few weeks, and while I haven't had much of a chance to wonder why, I found myself thinking about last night's dream while out in the park. 

I lost a friend, some six odd years ago, and recently re-connected. Not in the way I'd imagined we would, but anything is a start after this many years of silence. I mentioned to another friend recently that I'd like to get that time back, I'm not by nature someone who trusts people very easily and so it's been very difficult to figure out where to go from here. Regardless, I know there's no going back, there's no fixing what we - and yes, I admit I was at fault too - broke. 

I guess a part of last night dream was me wondering what I missed out on, and the sooner I get my head around it, the better. 

On a lighter note, I'll be blogging more often now. I considered starting a new blog, which no one knew about, so I could post without self censoring, but I've realized recently that nothing I say, or do, can shock the people that I care about. 

McFlurry-lessness...

Weird word, I know :) I just made it up. Anyone who knows me would know of my insane love for the McDonalds McFlurry, specifically, the one with Oreos...lots and lots of oreos (so many in fact, that one McDonalds outlet in Karachi actually knew me as the crazy person who wanted more oreos than ice-cream). Current life is a little different, I can confidently say that no one in any of Islamabad/Rawalpindi's two McDonalds knows me at all :)

First, let me give you the magic number - 1. That's the number of McFlurry's I've had since I moved back on July 4rth. Withdrawal was tough. I missed the apartment, the DVD collection, the internet (my parents still had dial-up, I finally upgraded it about a month ago), the roof, sheesha (number of sheesha's had since return to Islamabad is a little higher, 2), the people - Saaim's endless ideas, Taha and Sohaib's weird love, KLepo and his KLepo-ness, Andrew and Zafirah's relationship which very closely resembles marriage :P and of course, the McFlurry and McDonalds trips.

However, I was quick to realize that life in Islamabad is essentially very cool. I have a great cable, nice flat screen TV, the potential to get DSL internet, access to cooked food, washed clothes, a maid, cook, car, and of course, family. The last two months have gone a long way to help me recover from the one year I spent washing my own clothes, cleaning bathrooms, doing dishes, ordering in, and generally living a tough-ish (by current standards) life.

Of course, my transition (lol) was greatly helped by the fact that I spent one month with my sister and her kids here, and even got to go on a family vacation up north....no time to think of the McFlurry times. But everyone's gone now, and although I was a little unsure of how I'd like a sibling-less house, I'm happy to announce that the new McFlurry-less life still suits me just fine. I eat healthy (salads, no ordering out, well balanced meals), exercise, sleep well, wake up early, and spend crazy amounts of time on the internet.

So next step, getting a job :)

A random week...

Well..not really. I mean, it was weird in the sense that I ran into the randomest of people.

First, on my way to a meeting on I.I Chundrigar, while walking on the road (right about to across it) I hear my full name being called out. Turn around and find Ahmed Bilal, someone from LUMS, cool guy :) but someone who I'd only exchanged facebook comments with for the last two years...so we're standing there in the middle of this road catching up...so weird! Weirder still, I'd gotten his number like a week before this hoping to catch up with him before I left Karachi.

Then, today, on my way to the big-park-next-to-Park-Towers, again while crossing the road (not the same road, this time Zamzama) I look at the car that so courteously stopped for us, and it's Omar Khalid (OK) and one of his bandmates from ADP. Weird...but not as weird as what happens next. I wave, move on...then this car stops..and this girl waves (I think at me)...I look closer...it's Arooj...this girl I went to high school with...and she wasn't waving at me, she was waving at Michael Kamau and Anna. So once she sees me it's all...where have you been...blah blah (by the way, I actually do like her...just that it was too much catching up in like one minute to put down)

Anyway...weird week. In terms of catching up with/running into people I barely see/never see otherwise.

Last two weeks in Karachi :) Ze countdown has begun!

bye bye nomadlife :(

After repeatedly trying to change my blog template, and repeatedly not succeeding, I've followed a friends advice and switched back to Blogger from Nomadlife. This way I can use their cool template thingy-majiggy! (If you know how I can have the best of both worlds, please leave a note in the comments!)

Sadness though...I liked nomadlife :)

Tea Time

For some reason, last night the boys decided we were going to be coming into office at 9Am (usually we come in at 10, leave at 7 or after that). I think a motivator was the 9AM office tea we manage to miss everyday (we all love the tea, and the tea boy!) but whatever our individual motivations might have been, we were all up at 7:30 AM (unheard of, normally) and I actually got to say "have a good day" to Anna before she left for work (she leaves really early, usually we're still sleeping). Within minutes, Sohaib and I were slaving away making breakfast for everyone (omelette's) and by 8:30, all dressed up, we were ready to leave. So far, on track for tea - yay!

So we get downstairs, head for Taha's car, and realize - oh no! - there's a punctured tire! Not letting this faze us one bit, Taha, KLepo and I start puttering around trying to get the spare on, and Sohaib, his usual useless self :P is standing in a corner, smoking. What follows is undoubtedly the funniest half hour I've ever experienced this early in the morning, unfortunately, I only started taking pictures halfway through, and my camera phone ain't great, but regardless, there's some proof of the hilarity.

Anyway, I was talking about how the car tire was being changed. So just as Taha had managed to raise the car with the jack, bang!, the car fell off it. Like literally, just slid off the jack! At first I thought Klepo (who was at the back) had accidentally pushed it, but looking over I realized he was no where near it! Taha's expression was priceless, KLepo was swearing in Slavak, and Sohaib and I couldn't stop laughing. Anyway, we live above Gunsmoke, and even at this godless hour, they had people there, so they came over (to watch, I might add). So did two beggars who were roaming in the street. Pretty soon we had a good crowd going, Sohaib still smoking and smiling, KLepo giving suggestions, Taha trying to clean his pants of all the dust (he was all dressed up for a meeting) me taking pictures, and the car just standing there, half tilted into the sandy parking lot, with one tire missing!

Finally, Klepo came up with, what was, a brilliant suggestion. Let's put rocks right behind the wheel (Where the jack is supposed to go) so we can first lift the car and then put the actual jack in (since there was no space to put it in). So he starts collecting rocks, Taha starts digging a hole (I still don't know why!) and the rest of us are still standing there, smoking, watching, taking pictures.

Then comes the difficult part, raising the car that one extra inch or two, so Taha can get the jack in. Finally, Sohaib decides to help, so Klepo and him start lifting the car, but don't get very far, since it's heavy, and well..they're no supermen! So Taha, who's still kneeling on the hot ground in his formals, yells at the beggars/Gunsmoke guys, "Dude, help us!!" and they all run over. Suddenly, there's too many people near the car, I'm expecting another fall, one of the guys is trying to put the jack way under the car (near the axle, by my guess) and Taha's like, "not there!".

What seems like an hour later (ok, no, 10 minutes!) the car is up on the jack, and miraculously, the rest of the tire changing procedure was completed within minutes by the onlookers, with Taha providing a little help. Sohaib, is standing around looking like he did a lot, Klepo is still smiling and Taha's like, "shit, my clothes are messed up now!" and I'm like "let's go!"

We leave, make a few stops at some petrol stations to get the punctured tire fixed, get to office at 9:20ish, thinking, "crap, we missed the tea!". Taha comes in, makes a call to the office kitchen, requests we still be given tea, and lo and behold, at 10:20ish, the tea makes its way to our office! Good morning, eh?

Karachi

When my brother was moving to Karachi (a good 6 odd years ago) my parents were all - OMG! That city is SO not safe. Which was not really true - with a population of over 18 million (yes, 18 million!) it's a big city - so admittedly, things happen, and there's crime and what-not. Anyway, my brother did move here, and he lived a very peaceful (for Karachi standards) life till he just moved to Istanbul.

Now I'm here :/

I like the city - don't get me wrong. But I can't ever imagine living in this city long term. Admittedly, it has a beach (and access to lots more nearby), you can go crabbing (yum!) and zamzama is, well, zamzama :D It's a fun, crazy, noisy, alive place to be - all of one year - then you're like, seriously dude, I gotta get out! I'm more of a I-need-a-quiet-place-to-think kinda person, so this constant hum of traffic, generators (during power cuts) and people is a little annoying.

...3 months left :)

Sonnet XVII

I first posted this a couple years ago. I was sent this again a few days ago, and it's still as beautiful as ever :)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda

Race over

Yesterday, after Sohaib's constant "Dude, we have to go watch Race!", and Taha's "OMG, it's the best movie, EVER!" the Mansion/Clubhouse set decided to set off to Prince Cinema to watch it (Cineplex costs 250, Prince is only 150). Along the way, we managed to get some of the local color - Saaim, Ahmed, Junaid - thanks guys :)
*Spoilers Ahead*

Anyway, lemme start off by saying that if you like Indian movies, you'll probably like this one. It's "alright"...not great...not incredibly horrible. What saves the movie from being horrible is Saif Ali Khan (and for the guys, the hot chicks). At one point, when I thought he'd died, I was all set to walk out of the cinema (then realized that I wasn't in DHA, and had no way to get home!) so decided to stick around, thankfully, since Saif was brought back from the dead (yes, that's true, the DEAD!) towards the end.

Another good thing is a couple of songs (not the touch-me one, but the race one!), some of which are very jive-worthy I might add! Junaid was actually noting down steps :P

Finally, the cars! Oh the cars :)

What makes the movie irritating:
- Akshaye Khanna
- Katrina Kaif's acting (or lack there of)
- Anik Kapoor and his dumb jokes
- Sameera Reddy and her Jessica Simpson-esque role
- The jokes (they deserve their own line!)
& the one million and one twists (my brain grew numb at one point!)

If you must watch it, then go to a cheap cinema (I think I'd have killed Taha had I payed for Cineplex tickets.), and make sure you hoot along (I was the only person hooting every time Saif was on-screen :D) as that just adds to the fun :D

I'm putting up the movie poster as eye-candy - ah, Saif :)

Thatta...and more

As I've mentioned before, my house mates decided to spend Sunday in Thatta. Apparently it's a very cool place to go with lots to see, and since 90% of the people I live with are foreigners, that's a good enough reason to travel for two hours, in the heat, on a Sunday. I, however, wanted to relax, so I stayed back, and thus missed out on all the excitement (which, interestingly enough, was not related to the sights of Thatta at all)

Firstly, let me say that I'm really glad all the idiots made it back alive. This could've gone a lot worse. And my plea to everyone is to always wear a seatbelt! (unless you're in Taha's car, which doesn't have any!)

The story goes something like this (and I might be wrong, as this is was told to me mostly by people not in the car). These guys are coming back from Thatta in two cars (Lodhi's and Adeel Malik's) with Sohaib/Aun/Anna/Zafirah and Adeel in his car, and Andrew/KLepo/Michael and Lodhi in the other. Obviously, this being a road trip of sorts, there's a lot of talking/singing going on in the cars, when suddenly Adeel Malik realizes there's a truck in front of his car, that he's going to bang into. Oh no! Lots of brakes, screams (probably Sohaib's), oh fucks (Aun) and praying (Zafirah) must've followed before the car actually hit the truck. Thankfully, no one got seriously injured (because of the seatbelts!!) and Adeel walked away with just a few scratches (and a heavily damaged car!) Regardless, he proceeded to come over to the Mansion for sheesha after, and the trooper that he is, will be joining us for Race tonight!



In the aftermath of this accident, Sohaib has taken to squealing every time Taha drives to fast (And those of you who've seen Taha's car must know that too fast in that isn't really that fast at all)

the perfect sunday

So many people have heard about my "perfect Sunday" but I just felt like I had to put this down somewhere, as history :)

Some background: my Sunday's usually suck! I get up, people are everywhere (I live with 9 people) and there is general chaos and no direction. Usually we try and do something big (like go sightseeing, big dinner) and I end up feeling like i got no time to relax over the weekend.

Yesterday, my aforementioned housemates had all gone to Thatta for a day trip, so when I woke up at 2 PM(yes, 2!) there was no one around, so I had a nice breakfast, listened to music REALLY loudly and started my laundry.

After about an hour, some friends dropped by, so I talked to them, but they left in about an hour so then I went to Sunday market (oh, the lovely-ness!) and just walked around there for quite a bit, bought some stuff.

Came back, had lunch/dinner, and then just read magazines and books till my housemates got back. Then we had sheesha, talked on the roof for a bit, and I came back downstairs, listened to music till I fell asleep.

Icing on the cake was a call from NY - Tori/Kirmani who were spending a Sunday together decided to call and congratulate Sohaib on my cell, but that only meant I got to talk to both of them, which was great!

Blips on the perfect Sunday:
- Adeel Malik and the rest of the troupe making noise at 9 AM in the kitchen (bitches!) and waking me up (I ignored them and went back to sleep)
- The car crash, and the excitement it caused (more on that later)

..free your mind...

My last post was in Jan, and the one before that? I don't even remember...complete and utter sadness...

...I have so much to say, but no one to say it to...
...So much has happened, but I can't wrap my head around it...
...A new chapter of my life starts in another 3 months, and all I can think of is how much I'll miss these people...


...so many people :)

...

And so it happened...

I just came out of an event I'd been waiting for for the last year, maybe a little more :) AIESEC Lahore's 2008/2009 LCP elections. Here's why:

In September 2005, we recruited some great kids into AIESEC. We recruited a couple of freshmen, and some of these went on to become EB members that December. One of them, Hasan, sat down with me at a national conference, and we planned what he was going to do in AIESEC for the next 4 years. We realized that in order to run for MCP, he'd need to stay fully involved in the LC till he graduated, thus making it logical that he apply for LCP at some stage. The best time to do this was his last year - 2008/2009.

Later that year, at a mid-year recruitment, we recruited another freshman (one of many), who, we quickly realized, was able to get along with anyone, and ended up becoming someone the EB would turn to when trying to work out LC problems. That was Adeel. Somewhere in the middle of 2006, he too realized he wanted to to apply for the EB, and then maybe later, LCP. in the 2008/2009 term :)

(This is turning into an Indian movie, sorry!)

Anyway - today was those elections. Two people we'd recruited, seen take on various positions, with various results were running against each other (plus Bubloo, but this story is not about him, sorry again!). They were both equally good, both had been trained equally well. The difference was their approach on what the LC needed to do next year, and how they were going to get it done.

People have asked me, who would you rather win. I can't choose, it's not a fair question. Since 2006, I'd known one of these guys would be LCP 2008/2009 - but over the years I had varied opinions on who would do a better job, depending on their recent successes and failures. For me, they were both ideal candidates, unfortunately, there's only one LCP :)

Anyway, I just came out of elections, and we have the answer - the LCP for AIESEC Lahore 2008/2009 is Adeel Hasan. I couldn't be happier, I couldn't be sadder. It's so odd.

Congrats Adeel - you're going to do a great job! And Hasan, MCP elections 2009/2010 are next year :)

2007...

*I admit I've been horrible with the whole blog update thing, but for the last three years, I answer these questions at the start of the new year. I promise there will be a more detailed update on life, sometime soon*

1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?
Lived alone. In Karachi. Learnt to make sheesha. Got addicted to sheesha!

2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I never make NY resolutions.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
No

4. Did anyone close to you die?
No

5. What countries did you visit?
Egypt, Turkey, UAE, India

6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?
Well, at the start of 2006 I lacked a laptop. I got it around February, but as of very recently I don't have a laptop again, so I'll have to say a laptop!

7. What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
November 29 - December 4. I not only lost my laptop, cell phone and money during these dates, but I also lived on an airport for close to 48 hours (Terminal-like) yet had one of my best trips to India (which should be an indicator of how my previous India trips have been)

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
I managed to make a lot of time for family.

9. What was your biggest failure?
I didn't make so much time for my high school/college friends

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
No

11. What was the best thing you bought?
My laptop :(

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
The inhabitants of 104, Moon Apartments :) + Yao

13.Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
No one as such...

14.Where did most of your money go?
Coffee

15.What did you get really, really, really excited about?
The twenty20 world cup final!

16.What song will always remind you of 2007?
Get Low, closely followed by Tokyo Drift and Laaree Chootee. The amount of times we listened to these...aaaa!!

17.Compared to this time last year,
I. are you happier or sadder?
Happier

II. thinner or fatter?
Thinner

III. richer or poorer?
Poorer

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Eat healthy food

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Sheesha - I can actually feel my lung capacity decreasing

20. Did you fall in love in 2007?
No

21. How many one-night stands?
Experiencing short term memory loss..

22. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
No

23. What was the best book you read?
Ice-candy man. And I just finished reading it.

24. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Mika

25. What did you want and get?
Laptop, cell phone, very cool travel bag

26. What did you want and not get?
Can't think of anything.

27. What was your favorite film of this year?
The worse one was "Goal" (the Indian version), closely followed by "Pirates 3".

28. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I turned 24, and went to spend the day at my brother's house. My roommates also took me out for dinner, but that was a day or so before the big day.

29. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?


30. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?
Same as 2006 - although I wore a lot more of traditional stuff.

31. What kept you sane?
My fellow MCPs - mwa!!

32. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
No one, didn't watch that much TV. However, I did see Lion King again, and Mufasa is hot!

33. What political issue stirred you the most?
Haha, there's enough here to write a novel. In brief, Musharraf's weird behaviour.

34. Who did you miss?
Ammar Z, Kirmani, Naureen, Marina. And that list isn't in any order.

35. Who was the best new person you met?
Marina Ran!

36. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007:
If you can't do anything to change it, then learn to live with it.