Thursday, July 24
BB probe to cost $100 millionjust makes your heart pop out and shout - PAKISTAN, ZINDABAD!
sidrah at 10:13 PM
Wednesday, July 23
nick drake functions like a old smell- taking me back to a time we baked; when summers were a long lounging in between the sunny slits of a window with a read; and lemonade with the sugar unmixed and popping up the straw like the O'Sullivan twins had, and just the general softness one kneads from life.sidrah at 9:05 PM
Saturday, July 19
Choices are the litmus paper of character.
When a person has to choose between two years abroad, either spent sticking to his moral and religious convictions, becoming an canvas of stainless activity and a totem of restraint, he chooses a dull life, trapped inside his dorm room, staring at MSN icons and reading up for the upcoming dissertation. When the person decides he does not want to spend two years studying the cracks of his eight by ten room, he conforms to the surroundings, occasionally descending into the usual drugs, booze, minimal clothing etc that are called for in today's thriving times. He changes and changes his convictions to fit through the gaps of his guilt.
Everyone must deal with their own set of circumstances and whatever they do is probably the best they could do or the best they could be. It's remarkably easy to be swayed over to the "dark side", so to speak. Just because people like you or me who have comfortably enough never been in the position of having to choose, doesn't mean we are any better or that we have any right (we never do) to judge.
How great it would be, to live in a world without judgment, and not only the outward-judgment of raised eyebrows and stink eyes, but also the inward judgment that creeps in our esophagus, waiting to rush out in hints and undertones.
But ofcourse, judgment is our national sport, and a collective trait. Just thank God, your not the boy who had to choose.
sidrah at 3:25 PM
Monday, July 14
whoda' thunk? that half an hour of rain could sink Lahore this much. it doesn't make life any easier when you're clinging to a fence two-meters high in open view of full traffic, with a friend who had the courage to wear ECH's that day. Atleast the SP commandeered his trooper into action; see, he does have a heart, i kept telling H, that self-inflating, hirsute man-man SP. Never mind though, we mouthed back, atop a slowly declining patch of dry pavement, staring into the manmade Strait that had created itself. We then duly bummed the shortest lift in history with a classmate and proceeded to direct him through the flooded garden/driveway/river, to safe, secure ground. Ahh! sweet, warm, dry ground!SP, ofcourse, transformed quickly into his usual inhumane self, and glared. Nananananaaa, dry penchaas stingy!
sidrah at 7:27 PM
Thursday, July 10
Its depressing to see the perfectly young and well-educated spew such intellectually-coated, racially-infumed spirited mush. I guess I have yet to learn much about the world. silly me, always expected that intelligent, well informed people across the world, who have access to cable television and broadband internet and a wide enough global paradigm of the debits and credits of the World Account, would have the patience and moral gravity to resist racial discrimination.That's a sad thought, that somewhere in the world right now, some one just as young as you, who probably went to a better University then you did and got better grades then you did and has read Flaubert, Hemingway, Lorca, Hardy, Durrell like you have, and is religiously devout to tennis and football like you are, hates you belligerently for the cause of being a Muslim.
sidrah at 10:10 PM
Thursday, July 3
sidrah at 12:01 AM
Tuesday, July 1
this article an absolutely hilarious yet realistic depiction of the volatile state of the nation. we're living in a damn joseph heller novel!Labels: random
sidrah at 12:16 PM
