Sometimes Allah mian decides to make us realize just how dynamic life is... by shifting around the game pieces in a flash, completely changing the rules of the game.
that realization is brought home to me the most in my current profession. Each day is a new storm waiting to happen.. each day opens with the promise of uncertainty and change written in bright red block letters written on the horizon.. sometimes it feels like i'm going to experience constant... ahem... delicate constitution issues.. because as we all know, the body empties the bowels when it prepares for battle.. making most battlefields in my estimation a particularly smelly piece of land.. yet simultaneously highly fertile..
i digress.. i've been reading this book these days. Why men dont talk and why women cant read maps.. its apparently based on scientific fact and attributes all the peculiarities of human behavior to genetic evolution from our bygone days of caveman existence. its very interesting and quite true as well. Loads of fun to read. Another one i bought in a flash of inspiration from the sunday market next to the Arts council, khi, is the gabriel garcia marquez Love in the time of cholera. Havent started reading it yet but the first page opened nicely. and i figure if nothing else it'll help me improve my vocabulary .. lol..
So thats that.
hmmm ... im gonna go and have my lunch now.. the other great thing is that i've been walking 30 mins every day for the past 3 days. InshAllah i will continue :) lol.. fitness and me dont mix well but i love walking/running.. out in the open.. regimentation has never agreed with me..
cheerios
Princess of the GemWorld
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I dare to dream... so sue me.. :p
GemWorld
Copyright © Fars - FS 2004
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Cricket fever
I always knew I'd hate cricket eventually. As a single woman, its ok to like sports. Having your own TV in your room also helps you tolerate the occasional tendency of your loving dad to dabble in watching something as mundane as cricket 24/7 for as long as its broadcasted.
I have to give my mum credit though. She cured my dad of wasting time on frivolous pursuits such as watching television a long time back. I believe its a combination of nagging + yelling that does the trick. The most hardened male is known to collapse in the face of female perseverance. However my dad found a substitute in the form of the internet and computers. That's a phenomenon which my mum doesn't understand so well so she's still trying to find the weak link to make that obsession come crashing to the ground too.
now me.. I never wanted a TV in the marital bedroom. I figured out much earlier thanks to my innate intuition which I have in abundance by virtue of being female, that a TV placed in a contained geographical area, with no picture in picture or split screen features, was a recipe for disaster. It opens up the vistas for a usually democratic govt. to tailspin into a headlong fall towards an age old battle - the mastery of the Remote control.
it would be unethical of me to disclose the details regarding the outcome of the battle in this case, but lets just say the show must go on. Even if it involves throwing one of the participants out of the battle ground till further notice.
but men are slow and don't understand how the delicate balance of power can be visibly upset when presented with something as basic as "who gets to rule the TV screen". As for me, I'm happy as long as its me.
its a nice quiet Sunday and thanks to cricket I am unable to watch my most cherished channel. Channel E. I must have my daily dose of what's going on in the lives of the Hollywood elite. It makes me feel... Informed. :) heheh.. and well its fun. As a woman I love gossip and when I get it without any effort its even more fun :).
I think I'll go now and wrestle the remote away from my other half.. he's had enough cricket for the day..
Note to all: Don't EVER share the remote and where sports are concerned, make it a rule not to allow them to be viewed on anything but the Lounge TV.
cheerios.
Princess of the GemWorld
*****************************************************
I dare to dream... so sue me.. :p
GemWorld
Copyright © Fars - FS 2004
I have to give my mum credit though. She cured my dad of wasting time on frivolous pursuits such as watching television a long time back. I believe its a combination of nagging + yelling that does the trick. The most hardened male is known to collapse in the face of female perseverance. However my dad found a substitute in the form of the internet and computers. That's a phenomenon which my mum doesn't understand so well so she's still trying to find the weak link to make that obsession come crashing to the ground too.
now me.. I never wanted a TV in the marital bedroom. I figured out much earlier thanks to my innate intuition which I have in abundance by virtue of being female, that a TV placed in a contained geographical area, with no picture in picture or split screen features, was a recipe for disaster. It opens up the vistas for a usually democratic govt. to tailspin into a headlong fall towards an age old battle - the mastery of the Remote control.
it would be unethical of me to disclose the details regarding the outcome of the battle in this case, but lets just say the show must go on. Even if it involves throwing one of the participants out of the battle ground till further notice.
but men are slow and don't understand how the delicate balance of power can be visibly upset when presented with something as basic as "who gets to rule the TV screen". As for me, I'm happy as long as its me.
its a nice quiet Sunday and thanks to cricket I am unable to watch my most cherished channel. Channel E. I must have my daily dose of what's going on in the lives of the Hollywood elite. It makes me feel... Informed. :) heheh.. and well its fun. As a woman I love gossip and when I get it without any effort its even more fun :).
I think I'll go now and wrestle the remote away from my other half.. he's had enough cricket for the day..
Note to all: Don't EVER share the remote and where sports are concerned, make it a rule not to allow them to be viewed on anything but the Lounge TV.
cheerios.
Princess of the GemWorld
*****************************************************
I dare to dream... so sue me.. :p
GemWorld
Copyright © Fars - FS 2004
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Reminiscences
I'm sitting here in S dadijans room on the couch watching Smallville. She was usually asleep by now. Memories are so fleeting. I saw an Ed yesterday in which he's going nuts trying to capture his most cherished memories on tape. Video. Reminded me of me. But I've missed many great moments. I was standing in the London Tube system the other day watching this man trying to remember the number of pockets on his cargoes and I knew the memory would slip away from my sieve like memory in a hurry. I was right. It's all gone now.
I remember a day not so long ago when Fais and I sat with S dadijan on one of his visits. She told us about how she used to play football when she was younger. Fais was so surprised. She laughed when she saw his reaction.
I remember the last time I saw her before I left for London. She was so alert. She knew the names of all her nurses and doctors even remembering things where uzmchis memory would fail her. She kissed me thrice when I said goodbye and kept asking how fais was. There was talk of shifting her out of the ICU into her own room. I left happy knowing she would be well. That was the last time I saw her.
Now I'm home. And sitting in the room I shared with her for over a year I find myself staying awake at night just thinking about how life just starts and ends and all we have is the time in between to be happy. Or miserable as per our choice.
Sometimes it seems as if the power of choice is wrested away from us. Sometimes it feels like we are carried away by the flow of circumstances and there's no control over where the currents will carry us and where our feet will finally find solid ground.
Maybe the objective of life is not to rest on solid ground. Maybe its purpose lies in fighting the currents to keep our heads above the water for as long as we can and once the fight has gone out of us our purpose is to gracefully surrender and sink to the riverbed for our final abode.
Maybe that's it..
Princess of the GemWorld
*****************************************************
I dare to dream... so sue me.. :p
GemWorld
Copyright © Fars - FS 2004
I remember a day not so long ago when Fais and I sat with S dadijan on one of his visits. She told us about how she used to play football when she was younger. Fais was so surprised. She laughed when she saw his reaction.
I remember the last time I saw her before I left for London. She was so alert. She knew the names of all her nurses and doctors even remembering things where uzmchis memory would fail her. She kissed me thrice when I said goodbye and kept asking how fais was. There was talk of shifting her out of the ICU into her own room. I left happy knowing she would be well. That was the last time I saw her.
Now I'm home. And sitting in the room I shared with her for over a year I find myself staying awake at night just thinking about how life just starts and ends and all we have is the time in between to be happy. Or miserable as per our choice.
Sometimes it seems as if the power of choice is wrested away from us. Sometimes it feels like we are carried away by the flow of circumstances and there's no control over where the currents will carry us and where our feet will finally find solid ground.
Maybe the objective of life is not to rest on solid ground. Maybe its purpose lies in fighting the currents to keep our heads above the water for as long as we can and once the fight has gone out of us our purpose is to gracefully surrender and sink to the riverbed for our final abode.
Maybe that's it..
Princess of the GemWorld
*****************************************************
I dare to dream... so sue me.. :p
GemWorld
Copyright © Fars - FS 2004
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