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Friday, March 31, 2006

She opened the window and could hear the dry sounds of summer, the insect-voices… the cicadas... yes! Summer was arriving and would bring long torrid days that scorch green lawns to faded yellow, bright sunshine that rinses the ground, melodious songs of summer birds, which soothe melancholy minds. She thought about poetry. Nature, the mountains, the sea… all deal with the themes of summer. It was time to take nature-notes!

And no one could be better than Wordsworth and Hardy, she muttered with a smile.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

I have discovered …

When I am upset, reading John Grisham helps. Nothing is more heavenly than locking up in my room, lying down on the bed with a book, some potato chips, a coffee cup, and listening to some soft music (or could be hard rock depending upon the intensity of depression)... yeah, that’s my concept of paradise!

To quote Cynthia Heimel:
Reading is an escape, an education, a delving into the brain of another human being on such an intimate level that every nuance of thought, every snapping of synapse, every slippery desire of the author is laid open before you like a book.

Reading gives the pure pleasure of feeling transformed magnified and replenished. It is kind of an apparatus on where you can send your mind floating off.
Happy Reading!

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Graduated!

Congratulations! I am a certified graduate now. Yuppie!!!

I was supposed to respond like that but I didn’t. Instead I took a sigh of relief and simply signed out of yahoo account. I don’t understand this emptiness inside me. I have reached to the point where nothing matters to me. I have become impassive to all pleasures and sufferings. This all just doesn't seem worth it. And I consider it a blessing. At least I don’t feel pain anymore.

Monday, March 27, 2006

I am totally messed up right now. Haven’t got anything to blog about. Sad! I wish I could make things go my way. I feel like breaking down. Just wish things could have gotten better. Why do we have to go through all this shit? Why are we so helpless at the hands of fate? Nothing matters. Well, nothing matters at the end of the day except what has been fated. It is fate that tangles the threads of life from the word go. We are mere puppets. Sad! These thoughts are making me so depressed. But I can’t do anything. They are banging against the walls of my mind. And they have eroded the walls enough. Oh!I am sick of them. I am sick of people. I am sick of this world. Everything seems hopeless including me. I am sick of typing all this shit. But can’t help. Otherwise, these thoughts would rot my brain and crumble my soul. Well, that is all the crap I have to blog tonight. Now, I am feeling a lil’ better (a fleeting moment but I should savor it) and sleepy too. *Yawns* Gotta sleep. Take Care!

Friday, March 24, 2006

Angel
by
Sarah McLachlan
Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reasonto feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distractionoh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

I am sitting here listening to this song. No one could have better described the state of my poor soul then Sarah McLachlan’s Angel. Music is an amazing thing. Forms a chord with your feelings and puts them into words. Lord! I am sooo loving this song.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Today’s word: Time

Time changes everything except the memories. They are kind of virtual links between present and past. Like floods, they carry you with them …. far away, where time has no worth, no meaning, and no sense

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

No sign of anything!

*sniffs!

Well, I’ve got a whole day to wait or possibly, it might arrive at night. I should prepare myself for a long wait. Oh and it's the hardest part.

Anyways, Good Morning!

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

still waiting ……

no message, no letter. :'(

*sniffs
waiting……

Orkut Fortune

Today’s fortune @ Orkut:

A cheerful letter or message is on its way to you.

They still communicate through letters??? … *checks date and year*. It’s 2006!
By the way, who would be sooo *farigh* to write me a letter? May be I should wait for ‘message’, someone might text in something hmmm…. *Cheerful* :).
A good day begins with a good tea. *Tea Courtesy "Lipton"

Here I am, with my cup of tea. Hopefully, it will stimulate my brain cells as I got lots of writing to do.

Quote of the day:

"A requisites for contented living: Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them."
– Goethe

Obituary: S.H. Hashmi died

A hallmark in advertising world and no doubt, a great person. Mom is quite shocked. Hope she’ll settle down soon.

Well, nothing against death's scythe can make defense. We all are fallible mortals. May his soul rest in peace. Ameen!

Friday, March 10, 2006

Beautiful Day!

It's a beautiful day
Don’t let it get away
............ (U2)

Yeah, my day was beautiful like today’s weather. I got a call early in the morning from Gul. She had an interview today and wanted me to come along. The office happened to be near airport side. The weather was awful and we enjoyed all the way long. After her interview, we went to Pakistan Maritime Museum, the place I had never been before though had heard a lot about it. We went and got some sandwiches and talked for a long time. The place was not like my hangouts: Mc Donald or Park Towers, but it was good. The calmness and serenity in such an extremely good weather made it look like a fantasy world. We didn’t go inside the museum; instead roamed around the park built in surroundings of the museum.

The thing I enjoyed most was boating ….it was like sailing in a dreamboat in a dreamland. Everything seemed so magical there … like an enchanter has waved his magic wand.

We left the museum at almost 5 p.m. and took a walk. Absorbed in our reveries, we were rambling through the roads for long when we finally decided to go home.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Blogspot Banned!

This is pathetic. There are many ways of blocking specific sites without letting it affect the entire hosting facility. I want to hunt down that idiot who blocked the entire blogspot url.

Luckily, the block seems to be at the DNS level only. So, proxy access is possible. Alternates to access Blogspot:

Anonymizer:

http://anon.free.anonymizer.com/http://blogname.blogspot.com

Google Translate:

http://www.google.com/translate?langpair=enen&u=http://blogname.blogspot.com

(where blogname is the name of blog you want to access)

P.S. Thank you Kashif for letting us know about proxy access.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Mortality

We all are fallible mortals ... prisoners of cruel mortality. Oblivious of its deceitful reality. Nothing against death's scythe can make defense.... nothing can change its bitter self.
It’s like living in a tight suffocating prison waiting at the gate of death. Doesn't really matter if we stay in dark or live in light...we cannot escape our destiny...we cannot remove our souls from the mortal shelf!