I cant believe they blocked blogger

I just cant believe this… my outrage at being blocked is mirrored by many others in the same situation.

 

There are several reasons behind my outrage.

 

Firstly I don’t think you can shut people up by blocking, house arresting, or lathi charging.

 

Secondly, the mob that put Lahore to fire in the first protest has in my estimation never even seen the cartoons. Online or otherwise. Even if they did 90% of them in my estimation wouldn’t understand english to the extent that they would be able to decipher the text. That mob wasn’t even religiously motivated since they ransacked general stores to steal household supplies and tried to rob banks on their merry route to freedom of expression against freedom of expression.

 

Thirdly, everyone who could have seen the toons online has in my estimation already seen them by now. So blocking entire servers because of one site is a too little too late and highly ridiculous response.

 

While its true that the uneducated, unenlightened, narrow human minds that exist in abundance don’t need any help going further down that route. However those that do retain some sense of "theres a whole big world out there" cant be expected to just sit back and swallow drivel shelled out by controlled media. They need to explore and learn and finally reach their own conclusions.

 

So heres a shout out to the echelons of power… let it be…

 

Princess of the GemWorld 

Displaced

i'm way better off staying away from the human race.

on my last trip to khi i felt like it was a home coming.. this trip is like an acid reflux..

Somehow on this one i've started remembering all the reasons i'd wanted to leave in the first place. All of them. the negativity.. the constant gripes... maybe its me..

The whole domestic politics of servants.. ohmygod.. i couldnt stand it... lol..

it was like deja vu.. the whole burning in the pit of my stomach over things i cant control.

i've gotten so used to living in anonymity and somehow i cant imagine that happening in khi.. cause you have lived your entire life in the same place obviously familiarity breeds. ... breeds contempt too...

All the old fears and concerns and childish irritations wash over me... lol

i suddenly feel like a teenager again..

ok i'm going to go and spend some quality time with the family and make me an omelette.

happy holidays..
hehehe

Princess of the GemWorld


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Coming home

I stepped out of the airport into the windy city of Karachi... took a deep breath of polluted salty air... took a thirsty look around the buzzing airport of the metropolis... i was home..

no sneezes.. no coughs.. nothing but great gusts of karachi enriched air..

I guess my immune system can withstand it.. after years of building up the resistance :) also i think the reason my body's been giving up on me in Lahore is the fact that theres no windy breeze there.. the air seems stagnant.. everything hangs in the air like it has no where to go.. and hence its a whole lot more stuffier.. the heat there is dry though.. whereas in khi you're just melting.. but you're also cooling down along with it.. so that makes it ok..

i got alot of work done today..

i also read alot of romance novels over the two holidays.. even the ones i knew i wouldnt like.. i'd lost my penchant for reading romances for a while in between, but suddenly after the chronicles of Narnia and the Pride and Prejudice marathon sessions, it all came flooding back.. and im kinda glad cause it just helps you relax so much.. mindless reading.. no concentration required.. and you improve your vocabulary all the same and sometimes even learn about new places and new cuisines.. i tell you these romance novelists do a whole lotta research before constructing their worlds.. :) its kinda cool..

it feels good to be home.. since i was away the past two weekends.. i can say that with a clear conscience.. Karachi rocks man.. theres no other place in the world like it.. except maybe Amsterdam which is better...

So thats that.. how you doin world..

Princess of the GemWorld
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like a whisper in the wind

spring came with the light rustling of the leaves, the soft clamour of the birds, the ever so soft whispers of the wind.. it crept up on us and suddenly before we had time to say goodbye to winter spring was here... in all her muted glory.. ahh the beauty of the changing seasons..

its enough to make one wax lyrical about the wonders of nature and the resplendent beauty of fresh rosebuds bursting forth in each corner of the world.. Beauty, thy name is spring..

i guess thats why they equate spring to youth... its when everything is jim dandy and fresh.. its when your knees dont creek, your teeth dont screech and your mind doesnt buzz.. its when life is like a bowl of butter.. and when dreams are as easy to achieve as your next cup of tea.. :)

i need to quit my caffiene addiction btw.. has absolutely no relevance to the topic but i thought i'd mention it anyway.

i am joyful.. deep within my spirit.. i am elevated beyond the daily grind of the rushing hordes of humanity and i feel honored.. to be able to acknowledge the advent of spring.. to be able to recognize the harmony in the changing of the seasons.. to be able to bear witness to the changing of the guard between winter and spring. there would be so many people in this world who would have forgotten all about the seasons and the wonderous miracles of nature because they just dont think beyond their basic needs.. and for them that is right..

for me.. i am ecstatic with joy that Allah Almighty has still decided to bestow upon me once again the joy of witnessing his wonders.. this inspite of my tinnitus :)

i went to the ENT the other day.. very nice gentleman.. liked him on sight.. he gave me zantac in case my recurring sore throats and congestion was caused by acid reflux, sturgeon for increasing blood circulation in case my tinnitus is due to that.. and some nose drops in case i have allergies.. which i never had all my living years.. also ordered a sugar test which i had tested a few months ago and it was all clear and an xray to see the extent of the congestion i kept complaining about.. which i still have to have done..

after all of that i had the pleasure of my friend anie liking me to the man who thought he was a hospital .. something Punjab board makes them read in 2nd year.. humph.. what does it take to get some sympathy around here..

while i was at Rahat medicos.. my second most favorite shopping area after the Askari walton market in Lahore.. i also got CAC1000 cause i like that and i need to absorb calcium while i still can... so there you have it.. i am on my way to becoming a walking talking pharmacy.. how cool.. i could charge 10% over the market rate and make a decent margin in case people want to hit me for pills.. :)

i had a marathon session of Pride & Prejudice (Kiera Knightley version) a few days ago.. my friend anies gone loopy and watched it 6 times in 10 days.. but i have to admit.. its nicely made and the Darcy grows on you by the end of the movie.. however the copy Geet has has the best Mr. Darcy ever cast.. its the BBC tv series version but before the Colin Firth one.. who is also not bad..

I also saw Cadet Kelly .. Hilary Duff.. shes cute.. and her movies are usually cute.. then i read only about TomKat and Brangelina etc etc.. gossip is always a great way of catching up with the real world :) so sue me i love channel E.. note to WORLDCALL.. turn it back on or else!!

it was a cousins valima dinner today and i'll wear my mums gharara to the reception tomorrow.. the only problem is the work is silver and my jewelry is golden :) kya karein..

i love life... Thank God for little blessing.. like the CTC spring rolls.. i have them everyday.. at 630 pm..

i love the songs of rang de basanti.. pathshala - love the da dein dein.. in the music.. awesome.. love the bluffmaster right here right now... love the rang de basanti title track especially the ring rang ring rang... lol.. love it.. got caught during lunch hour sharing a sandwich with my neighbor and blasting this one.. our GM walked in and took in the scene with one of his cool calm and collected looks while he controlled any urge to laugh or yell :).. amazing song though ring ring ring ring ring...

i heard it was raining at bhurban and singing.. wish.. but whatever :) i had ctc spring rolls na..

:)
Princess of the GemWorld

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Nostalgical sniffings...

i feel constantly on the verge of tears today.. my former employers are here today for some work and i just found myself bursting into tears at all the memories that suddenly washed over me..

the binoria ki chinioti handi kept swimming in my consciousness and somehow that made me cry even harder.. theres no Binoria ki chinioti handi in all of laaaahoooorrre... bhuuuuwaaaaaaahhhhh...

just looking at the familiar faces.. my advent into the corporate world where i'd first taken baby steps... the faces that guided me.. i just wanted to hug 'em... all the little people.. they were all so wonderful.. i have so much respect for the non-management cadre... they were wholesome and good and had hearts and were warm and loving and had families and lives and never let lifes little problems get them down.. i miss them all so much..

there was shahid the visual arts whiz and burly sohail sb our one stop shop for all product related solutions.. khalid sb & ashfaq to get any sale done.. the sales guyz.. all of them.. every one was a character.. they were always so happy and spirited no matter what the challenge..

every one has their glitches.. no ones perfect.. but i cant remember the downsides.. i just remember the happy moments.. the hour long commute.. the rainy day pakoras.. the aaloo pakoras from the railway crossing.. garam garam with masala.. i wonder if the guy is still there.. i loved his pakoras.. i used to buy them sometimes on the way to work and have them with my morning tea.. every one used to gather round and we used to have a tea party.. :) suleman bhai key samosay.. the qeema samosas outside the sales office.. and there were the tea people.. i remember feroz and naveed i think.. there were so many people who came and went in the course of my 3 years there but they all kept in touch and even now still do.. i cant imagine that happening anywhere else.. i miss them.. :(-----

chota kashif shahid sohail sb mustafa asif ashfaq khalid arif sb arshad sb mohsin sb nyla shahid sb anis sb yasin naeem.. the whole CE team.. :(----

Those were simple times and simple joys are the best kind of joys..

sighhhhh... i love memories.. thank God for them.. where would we be without them...

I'm going to hide under my desk and cry for the rest of the day..

Princess of the GemWorld

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au revoir my chums

My evolution from someone who actually had a statement to make into some dithering blabbering fool has taken all of 3 years.. but it did happen..

I've moved to a place in my life where i have nothing but silence and chaos in my head. my ears are always buzzing with the high pitched drone of too much airline travel.. as it is i was clinically deaf already.. my eyes are slowly turning into pebbles.. little pebbles inset on my swollen cabbage like face.. its reached a point that at night my pupils dont even expand because they've become so attuned to receiving the sharp glare of the LCD screen 16 hours a day.

my digestive system vaccilates between two extremes and yes its not pretty. my food intake is dangerously random... all week i have breakfast lunch & dinner.. and i try desperately to keep a handle on the intake.. come the weekend all i do is eat and sleep..

i'm going to be dead by the time i'm 50.. no 45.. i was aiming for 60 but seriously..
Not happening..

i dont talk to my friends anymore.. theyre as busy as i am... and slowly when you stop talking you forget how to talk.. theres no energy left to craft conversation and while silence is a beautiful part of beautiful friendships.. too much of anything is bad..

I feel completely cutoff and isolated.. half the time its a struggle not to burst into tears at the most inopportune moments.. and somehow there doesnt seem to be a ray of sunshine in sight..

i know this picture sounds more dire than it actually is... i'm still thankful for my beautiful family and friends.. i just dont feel at this particular moment in time that i'm doing anyone in my life any justice whatsoever..

people keep passing by the doors.. the world goes on.. everyone has their own issues to deal with... each struggling to keep their head above water.. i feel like driftwood let loose upon the raging seas.. one little peice being battered by the rough waves.. afloat.. but for how long..

for all my questioning of the purpose of life.. i make absolutely no effort to determine it.. i make no effort to clarify my objectives.. i keep thinking floating through life is the right thing to do cause if you dont over think things you can stay happy for longer.. maybe thats not true..

maybe i should over think things and try to pin down every single variable in my life from closet space to college funds and maybe i should do that now so i dont have to ever have anyone tell me "i told you so" or "you really should have planned".

everyone in my life has their own objectives to pursue as it should be. we are all individuals after all. and i'm happy for them.. i've stopped being happy for me. i dont seem to have the time to acknowledge any emotion on my emotional thermometer.. i mentioned before i thought i was on auto pilot but now its like i'm just floating in the air with no engine at the whim of the winds.. and through no ones fault but my own because thats what i wanted.. i wanted to float through life..

i didnt realize sometimes floating takes away your power to feel the moment because all moments merge into one long flight.. i guess i forgot that in order to experience reality you have to touch the ground because thats where ground reality is :) heheh.. thats a pun & a half..

i think i need a hiatus from everything including this blog.. i'm going to crawl into a hole and think... i need to find my soul again..

Read this on the Warrior of Light Newsletter by Paulo Coelho
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One day in January 2006

It is raining hard today and the temperature is close to 3ºC. I decided to go for a walk – I feel that if I don’t walk every day I won’t be able to work – but the wind is very strong too, so I came back to the car after ten minutes. I took the newspaper from the mailbox, nothing important in it, except the things that journalists have decided we should know, follow up and take a position on.
I go to the computer to read my e-mails.
Nothing new, just some decisions without any importance that I can see to later.
I try a little archery, but the wind is still blowing so strong that it’s impossible. I have already written my bi-annual book, which this time is called “The Zahir”, and there is still weeks before it comes out. I have already written the columns I publish on the Internet. I have already written the newsletter for my page on the Web. I have had a check-up on my stomach which fortunately detected nothing abnormal (they really scared me with all that business of sticking a tube down my throat, but there is nothing so terrible about it). I have been to the dentist. The tickets for my next trip by plane, which were taking a while to arrive, have finally got here by express mail. There are some things I have to do tomorrow, and some things I finished doing yesterday, but today ...
Today I have absolutely nothing to concentrate my attention on.
That scares me: shouldn’t I be doing something? Well, if you want to invent work, you don’t need to make much effort – there are always projects to be developed, bulbs that need changing, dry leaves that need sweeping, books to be tidied up, computer files to be organized, and so on. But how about just facing a total void.
I put on a cap, thermal clothes and a rainproof jacket, and go out to the garden – like this I’ll be able to stand the cold for the next four or five hours. I sit down on the wet grass and begin to make a mental list of what passes through my head:
A] I am useless. At this moment everybody is busy, working hard.
Answer: I work hard too, sometimes twelve hours a day. Today, by chance, I have nothing to do.
B] I have no friends. Here I am alone, one of the world’s best-known writers, and the telephone does not ring.
Answer: of course I have friends. But they know how to respect my need for isolation when I’m in the old mill at St. Martin in France.
C] I have to go and buy some glue.
Yes, I have just remembered that I ran out of glue yesterday, why not get into the car and drive to the nearest town? And that thought brings me to a halt. Why is it so difficult just to stay as I am right now, without doing anything?
A series of thoughts goes through my head: friends who worry about things that have not happened yet, acquaintances who know how to fill each minute of their lives with tasks that seem absurd to me, senseless conversations, long phone calls to say nothing of importance. Office bosses who invent work to justify their jobs, employees who are afraid because today they were given nothing important to do and that could mean that they are no longer any useful, mothers who torture themselves because the children have gone out, students who torture themselves over studies, tests, examinations.
I wage a long, difficult fight with myself not to get up and go to the stationary to buy the glue that is missing. The anguish is immense, but I’m determined to stay here without doing anything at least for a couple of hours. Little by little the anxiety gives way to contemplation and I begin to listen to my soul. It was dying to talk to me, but I’m always so busy.
The wind is still blowing very hard, I know that it’s cold and that tomorrow maybe I’ll need to buy some glue. I’m not doing anything, and I’m doing the most important thing in a man’s life: I’m listening to what I needed to hear from myself.
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i guess we should all take time to listen to ourselves sometimes.

Princess of the GemWorld

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mush mush mush mush mush.. dribble....

.....thats my brian dribbling off into the sunset.

i think i've finally passed beyond the final frontier. its finally happend. i cant feel my brain anymore.

nuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmbbbbbbbbbbbb.....
thats it

sad

bye

Princess of the GemWorld


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Truth laid bear

the Dawn Science.com section has always been an old favorite of mine. from reading the comic strip to the nifty little bits of info that you keep finding in it. my objective in life in Philips used to be to get one of the nifty new gadgets featured on the last page. life was good.

i miss simplicity sometimes. its become a victim of verbosity and procrastination. i always thought "lack of time" led to simplification. thats apprently not true. i also thought the higher you went in the corporate ladder the detail orientation was supposed to be laid to rest and the strategic hat was supposed to be plonked on. Thats also apparently not true. in fact in 9 cases out of ten most people are expected to switch between both roles frequently and without displaying any issues :)

now thats corporate utopia.. atleast from a higher management perspective :)

somehow sometimes i keep thinking back to "The Water Babies" and how the kids got turned into a field of cabbages popping everywhere because their minds got overloaded with school work and no play... IS SOMEONE LISTENING OUT THERE??!!

I think i'm going to gift copies of that book to everyone in the workplace with highlighted paragraphs for extra emphasis :)

Just read on msn gossip that brad gave angelina a ring.. at some point in time im sure i would have said "mera number kab aye ga".. but thankfully im over that phase now.. he's started looking old.. you know what i mean.. Angelina on the other hand is a whole different ball game.. by the paparrazzi estimation this tryst should last all of 5 years before running into a road block. i think they have a fair chance of making it.. provided they are understanding and forgiving.. which was probably not the case with Jen.

brrrr... its scary.. these western relationships..

Lahore is coooold these days. Each morning its a struggle to pull myself out of bed and now i've taken to the traditional method of flipping a coin to see whether or not i need to shower.. i usually win :)
The good thing is that there arent any BO issues.. i have all the sympathy in the world for poeple with those... winters must be mondo tough for them.. yikes..

just found another great site.. for all you people who like reading classic amazing beautiful books that makes childhood worth living go to Page by Page Books.com. Thats where i found water babies by charles kingley and now also Anne of Green Gables by LM Montgomery..

i still remember this one. i read the first chapter or the day she goes to school and gilbert calls her carrots.. in a book my nana bought me. Memorable School Stories Collection. My nana bought me all the loveliest books. he knew i loved reading. he bought me the entire Saint Clare series (enid blyton) in one go in Peshawar. He bought me the Mallory towers series. He bought me Enid Blytons numerous other titles from Ferozsons in Lahore (we were posted there at the time). I miss him. i still remember him coming home from work everyday to 2B Link Avenue in Karachi and saying "paani lao" and i used to run and get it. Then he used to turn on the AC full blast and sleep :) it used to be so nice and cold.. the soft drone of the air conditioner, curtains pulled, nana sleeping and me making tents out of nanis sheets and pretending i was in an alaskan winter. Thats what made my childhood the beautiful place that it was. By far the most peaceful times in my memory.. even now as i think of it, a tranquility steals over my entire soul. i love all my grandparents..

somehow sleep isnt as peaceful as those afternoon naps anymore.. you mind keeps racing at a 1000 miles an hour with a zillion different deliverables, bills, and responsibilities racing through it... no wonder every one keeps lamenting the loss of their childhoods..

sigh... anyway life is other wise ok.. new horizons to explore.. new things to learn. Allah Mian keeps life interesting.. Inshallah he shall keep me and my loved ones safe from all harm and keep all negativity and evil as far away from us as possible.. inshallah..

cheerios dudes n dudettes

Princess of the GemWorld

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the long & short of it all..

its at the most innocuous times in your life that you realize that life is a constant series of highs n lows... like the dunes of the desert.

In retrospect, the desert is the best metaphor for the human life span that i have ever come across. Just saw the end of "The flight of the Phoenix" on cable with Dennis Quaid. one minute the dunes have a certain shape and rhythm.. the next theres a storm that blows your entire world apart and changes the very face of the terrain you sought to call your own. its no better or worse. just mindblowingly unfamiliar. and thats what happens in life on a semi daily basis.

there are two types of people in this world. one the kind that obsesses on every mistake they ever made, and either get depressed and kill themselves or correct every single shortcoming they come across and attain the success that few even aspire to. Two are the kind that focus wholely and solely on forgetting all the mishaps and mistakes they ever made and try to be as happy as they can, ignoring their shortcomings and resign themselves to a life of average achievement and balance.

Neither is wrong. if you are a type A or a Type B personality, youre not wrong either way. Its just who you are. But while the Type As in this world may be responsible for propelling the world forward into the next century, they are probably also responsible for disbalanced households, traumatized childhoods & psychosomatic stress & diahrea for everyone around them.

Type B personalities can be credited with making the world go round on a daily basis without too many accelerations in between. they can be held responsible for repeating mistakes, not having too much vision, being too focused on today and not enough on tomorrow, but they'll be happier people because they focus on the day at hand and try to make it as rich as possible.

You can be either and believe you lived a good life. so its no biggie.. but when the dunes change, they change for everyone. so one fine day both types wake up and its like woah.. whered my dune go.. i HATE that feeling..

it means you have to remap your entire life.. decide what stays and what goes as youre forced to go through your closets in a spring cleaning session and get rid of everything that could possibly slow you down as you embark on this new chapter in your desert safari.

Now since all of us have that vision of the ideal existence entrenched in our minds, anything that remotely poses a deviation can send our puny little minds into cyclonic frenzy.. like someone took a finger and swirled it around in your head.. that phrase is borrowed from a movie or tv show that i own. i happen to like it alot.. the line not the sensation.

And these days it happens alot. i dont know the answer... my philosophy of life revolves around the find your happiness everyday and leave the rest to Allah mian.. but others can make you feel really stupid for not having the vision or drive to plan out every element of your future existance.. thats where the finger swirling in head phrase comes into play.

Its also got something to do with aging. my teeth hurt, my head hurts, my gums hurt, sometimes my knees hurt.. i think im old and coming apart rapidly at the seams.. so far the way i was looking at life was.. cool another 30 years and i'll be dead..

but in certain moments it turns to what happens if i start doing something different and suddenly being dead at 60 becomes such a far away reality because you have to live through the consequences of the decision you are making today for the next 32 years.

Am i wrong? to be happy in the moment.. to not be planning.. to not giving overdue importance to where my next salary will come from or who will backstab me next.. are those people better off who dont trust anyone and watch their backs all the time and do whatever the hell it takes to get ahead in the workplace and the world.. are they happier.. are their families better taken care off.. is their life better lived than mine..

i dont want to live a life of stress.. i dont want to wake up everyday and feel like crawling back into my blankets.. i want to rise and shine and walk out into a garden take a beautiful deep breath and embrace the day.. hopefully the sun will quickly be covered with clouds.. because i prefer cloudy days vs sunny ones which give me headaches.. and the way i see it, its not too much to ask.

so heres where i make an executive decision. Good luck to all those who think through everything they do down to the last letter... as for me im going to go on bumbling through my life with a silly smile on my face til i croak..

May Allah mian guide my every step and keep me and my loved ones safe and blessed..

Princess of the GemWorld


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Happy New Year

Good morning folks.. and a happy new year to you all..

its been a nice beginning.. i had a paratha and chicken qeema & a hot cup of tea... the sunlight is dripping into the lounge.. warmth pervades my being.. sounds of domesticity resound around me.. Red Eye plays in the back ground... New years was a bit like xmas.. there were ipods in the house :)

maybe Gods planning to bless us further..

I'm no angel.. i wish i had a halo and wings.. but im pretty sure i cant fly and my halos pretty tarnished if i ever had one..

I know deep down inside that im a good person.. but knowing something vaguely vs. with conviction is different. acually im pretty convinced im a good person. its just i sometimes focus heavily on just saving myself from being hurt by klling emotions within me.. the numb factor. its effective. it works.

but generally im a good person. i mean im not evil. i dont try to hurt people. i try not to damage, defame, demotivate.. but that doesnt stop others from doing that.. that pisses me off. my favorite mode of existence in the world is "anonymous".

i guess we all want that at some time or another. some more than most.
i have that to a large extent in lahore.. atleast i think i do. i dont know anyone.. no one knows me.. the people i do know i see on a daily basis. they arent bad. generally nice people. i dont put too much though behind my day to day living. it happens on auto pilot. even the weekly flights back & forth happens on auto pilot. its funny that way..

skys all golden with the midday sun.. streaks of gold spilling into the tv lounge.. dull gold filling the air around me. stationary fan signalling the winter months... dull throbbing in my head.. think i need more tea.. and maybe more food.. i cant stop thinking about food.. its like i keep craving new taste although my tummy tells me its not hungry in the least.. lol :) kya karein.. control nahin hota..

i want the basics in life.. i want to take care of my parents and my family. i want to contribute to the running of the household both in terms of effort and materially.. i want to live a full life.. and have no stress or negativity.. and with that statement i have passed into the realms of illusion and the utopia everyone dreams of. :)

thats all i want. food. money for the credit card bills. general sense of well being and happiness.. umm.. also my internet connection and a computer.. and well my digital camera, mobile phone, maybe an mp3 player and an FM Radio.. damn i forgot the TV (must have channel E) and well a DVD player isnt a bad thing to have..

sighhhh... i think i can be happy with the basics of life listed above..

suddenly Red Eye has gotten really interesting.. i mean Rachel McAdams kicks ass man.. :)

i come back to reality now.. my inner cravings want a cup of tea and a sandwich..

Sometimes reality aint bad :) especially since theres food involved...

before signing off i want to thank Allah Mian for being one wise being.. he has never given me more than i can handle. he's always given me just enough.. just enough happiness.. just enough electronics (yeah yeah i'll get over it when i want to).. maybe just a tad bit more edibles than my fair share.. just enough success.. just enough friends.. just enough of everything.. never more than just enough.. and thats just enough.. :)

i need to learn to thank him a hell of a lot more than just enough though cause right now i dont think i even qualify on the just enough bit.. had a few conversations with some people in my life.. one of them was regarding compromises - how theyre easy to make once you're secure in yourself.. and one was regarding finding someone special and defending your right to choose.. both were enlightening.. both made me realize that there are so many facets of life that we never think about because we never have to face them.. but sometimes through the people we care about.. we end up catching a glimpse of life that was heretofore unknown to us.. and it helps shape us as human beings.. i guess we should take time to thank the people around us.. because essentially they end up being our teachers. directly or indirectly..

thank you.. to all of you.. and to God and the Universe..

Car pe diem... Sieze the Day... (From the Movie "Dead Poets Society", also the source of "Oh Captain, my Captain" - one of the best damn movies of the last century and possibly this one as well.. )

Princess of the GemWorld

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