Meeting World; In Red and Black
Okay, I'm kinda low as I start this off, and as usual have no idea where I'm taking this post.
Observations:
Patriotism is cool. Nationalism is cool. Your own university-ism, clique-ism and party-ism is cool. Community-ism is not. I dont know how positive all of this is. Cool kids like their country, they follow Imran Khan, may not know of his policies, may not go to vote either, but for now, putting down your country is a no-no, of the wearing- joggers- with- a-shalwar proportion, totally not cool. Which really isn't saying too much. And this just might only be the people I know. Which goes on to show everyone, being with me does make you awesome.
Yesterday, someone told me they missed my writing. Best moment of the day, I didn't realize how much I needed that pick me up, till I got it. They also said they liked my hair. And thought I was pretty. They are a female and we're both straight (for the benefit of a lot of people overly keen on me hooking up with either gender).
God bless them.
Also, I won elections for the Girls Sports Society. Unopposed. Thanks to the people who told me they've been supporting me, though, that number way outstripped the actual number of votes. But, well, I still love you all.
I now need a vacation. Im exhausted. And not doing too much either, except for maybe in my head, which makes it more real than the tangible reality around me.
Oh I attended a lot of weddings. Im sure there was a lot of girl-marketing there too. I also pray that my "attitudexx" and "mod-RUN-ness" has kept me safe. My friends' wedding yesterday was a pleasant change from that though. Good time. There were many chicks there from my university, mostly seniors. The way we finally settled down, was in groups we maintained as we did back in the university cafe. After the pleasantries exchanged of course. A special round of applause to all those of us sporting heels over two inches long. Its way harder than it looks. And a special shout out to massi, sporting a sharara AND heels.
I looked quite aurat too, if I may say so myself.
I started this post yesterday, and hopefully will finish today. But nothing notable about today really. Except that our Brands teacher told us that in order to counter Katrina in the LUX campaign, Malaika Sherawat would be a viable bet. For some reason, that stayed on my mind longer than it should have.
I just lost a post worked really hard on. FML. And I just might commit murder today too.
Chocolate chahyay.
Me and Him.
When I was a child, of around 7 years of age, I remember going to bed every night, praying I'd wake up as a boy. And every morning, I really and surely expected to wake up different. I never did, but then come night, I'd have the same prayer again. I was never bitter, a few hours awake and I was distracted the way only children can be. I wanted a different life, but I wasn't blind to how good I actually had it. I don't think I ever formally thanked God, prayers really been something I haven't learnt to stick to yet, but God was a friend to be loved. He was the one who took care of me when mom was angry, who made sure I found the Snickers bar my folks hid and protected me from what was beneath my bed every night. He didn't punish me. Every time I fell from my bicycle, I learnt how not to steer. Mom and Allah Mian were the first two entities I called out when I was sad or hurt.
22 years of age.
I don't call out to mom. I call out to the friends I was lucky to be blessed with.
After that, way after that, I call to God. But mostly I remember Him when I'm really sad and nothing else helps, or really happy and I am afraid something will jinx it.
However, I'm mostly bitter or angry. And I'll take that out on food, or sport. Or God. Thats the excuse I'll give for not praying. The days when I actually need to give myself an excuse that is. When stupid conscience starts poking.
Like right now. But I'm not moved enough to kneel just yet.
You kill me ? I KILL ME!
All those missing people, you know what, they're more than numbers. They've been on this planet for years and each of them, their presence and now their absence, effected multiple social and personal relationships.
Fuck we're cold. And you know what, we will be till it touches someone important to us. But we wont do much beyond lament and cuss.
However, let it touch a big gun, with political and social clout. Then there might be some action.
Let the industrialists and the workers be. Someone, go for the bureaucrats and the MNAs and the MNPs.
Kill/kidnap the right people.
We just might see change.
Forward March....
Now, adult/parental whining with respect to their children/younger charges often have very similar themes. One of them being where your folks tell you how much harder their lives were, and how we take for granted our cars and drivers when they had to cross rivers to get to school, only to be pulled out because there were so many other pressing responsibilities. Never mind the alternate times when they reminisce about how once they played on the streets well into the night, choc bars on the roof at 2 am, and how aunt will tell you your dad flunked his exams, and your mom was as much of a tomboy as you are, if not more.
Kids from the late 80s and the 90s, including myself were polite, our folks were strict with us. On the other hand, our later born siblings, the end 90s and the 2000s batch, facilitated by the fact that their old man and woman had grown, well, older, turned out to be sassy, cocky twits with ready comebacks, and the guts (in lieu of a Ramzan inappropriate word here), to blurt those out. And ofcourse, more "guts" for rebellion too.
For instance:
Scenerio 1: Dad and then 13 year old brother, year 2002.
Dad : "Hum tou parh nahin sakkay, issliay ab main aap ko itni achi school bhaij raha hoon takay aap parhlou"
Bil : *respectful silence and nodding*
Dad: *stern tone* Now I want an A in Math next time, you're a memon's son for Gods sake. And no playing for a week.
Scenerio 2: Dad and now 11 year old Monkey, year 2011.
Dad : "Hum tou parh nahin sakkay, issliay ab main aap ko itni achi school bhaij raha hoon takay aap parhlou"
Monkey : Haan tou papa, kya huwa agar main fail hota hoon, apnay bachon ko tou main Harvard bhaijoon ga"
Dad: *amused laughter* My son is so haazir demaagh.
The rest of us, *stunned*
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