Boring

Boring boring
It's so boring

Staring at the PC screen
Feeling bored, wanting to screem

Done with all the tasks at hand
My eyes so full with sandman's sand

For four more hours I have to stay
By then my mind would surely decay

Somebody come, sombody help
Set me free from a cruel hell

The Worst Thing....

The worst thing that can happen when ideas are gushing into your mind and you really want to blog is to be sitting on a fully functional PC with no Internet connection. :'(

Not only this but also you know that it is totally useless typing your precious words in notepad because there is also no way to copy the data from there. Because the computer would also not have a floppy drive, a CD writer or even a functional USB port. :'(

So what can you do in such a situation? Turn to the traditional ways and pick up a pen and paper? But you also know that once you write something on a piece of paper, it will be lost forever. Why? Because nobody will be able to read it, not even your own self.

Could try typing some of the stuff and taking a printout. Right? Wrong! Because the PC doesn't have any links with the outside world, be it the Internet, a removable storage device or even a printer. :'(

I guess by the time all these 'marvelous' facts are discovered, you feel like banging the head against a big hard surface. But whether you execute this 'head banging' plan or not your mind would be as empty as a container with vacuum in it. All the lovely or exciting ideas would have fizzled out.

Angry at the cruel world, beaten and torn, you would be back to square one, thinking maybe one day you can tell this tale of torture to the world, and maybe it can be food for your blog. One day. Someday. ;)

Who invented high heels?

On Eid day I was about to wear my good old casual flat-heeled shoes when my mother suggested that I could change my shoes, for a change. I agreed as in the heart of my hearts I am a ‘girly’ girl too and do like new shoes and clothes occasionally. ;) So I took my mother’s advice and wore the new shoes instead of my oldies.

The shoes looked really nice. They were black with delicate straps. On top of it they had high heels. They seemed perfect in every way. But then I put them on and my whole perspective changed.

As long as I was sitting, all was well. But when I would stand up, it would be tough standing straight. And if I had to walk, that was a complete disaster. If anyone saw me walking in my ‘heels’ they would have thought of me as a joker giving performance. Because I wouldn’t be walking, I would be stumbling tumbling across two points. It was a total torture for the poor feet and the poor ‘me’.

At those moments I was thinking, “Who invented high heels?”. My father thinks that it is the conspiracy of men against women. I have even started believing it.

But I guess the more important question is, “Why do girls (like me) get attracted to high heels?”. I couldn’t answer my own question. Can you? :)

Clippy

I am totally free right now. I have nothing to do. I still have four more hours to stay in this office. I am thinking of ways of what to do to literally kill time, but my mind has lost its creative touch. Instead it keeps ordering my body to yawn.

One of my past times is to amuse myself from ‘Clippy’, the paper clip office assistant that is sitting on my desktop. I make it do all sorts of things (basically everything it can do). Some of its animations are really cute. But I guess by the time I finish animating it a million times it feels a bit tired too.

It is still looking at me with its curious bulging eyes inviting me to explore any new tricks that I might have missed. I guess it has become my pet and wants a pat as well. The innocent eyes keep shouting that I am here at your service; I am your humble servant. Oh and look! just when I scratched my head it did too. I think we are getting closer by the minute. Oh Clippy! What would I do without you!

But the irony is that I do not use Clippy for the purpose it was created, i.e. to provide MS Word help. I hate asking it for help. Instead I have turned it into a performer who can cheer me up whenever I am down or feeling bored in front of the computer (for instance like right now). ;-)

Now I have to work a bit so better turn off Clippy for a while, otherwise it will keep bugging me. Meanwhile why don’t you all go and make friends with your own clippies. ;-) Happy Clippying!

It's Eid

Today on 14 November 2004 is Eid day here in Pakistan. May everybody have a wonderful eid full of 'eidee' and 'sawaeeaan'.

See ya later and will talk about my Eid day. :D You can tell me about yours too.

Monazza :)

Mahi Ve

The first review I read on Atif Aslam's album Jalpari was enough to keep me away from it. The emphasis in the review was on the Punjabi tracks which were portrayed to be the worst on the album.

But I am a person who does not believe on first impressions, so I thought that I will give it a try. Downloaded a few tracks, which I had not heard before during the Gohar-Atif fights, and listened to those. I did not like them and so believed the review to be absolutely true.

And then I came to Pakistan. I was just watching IM when a song started. I was not paying much attention to it, but as it progressed I was forced to concentrate. That was one of the Punjabi tracks of ATif Aslam's album called 'Mahi Ve'. When the track finished I wished it would play once again. It was really good.

Here in the markets every other guy is humming this song. Just stand anywhere for 5 minutes in the market and you are bound to hear a guy or two trying to attract your attraction with thing.
To tell you the truth, I have also fallen in love of this song. Even though I don't understand it fully. due to my lack of understanding of the Punjabi language, I really like the music. It sounds really sweet.

[Don't take me wrong when I say the song is sweet, because I AM referring to the song and NOT Atif Aslam. ;) heheheee]

So if any of you can get your hands on the album, whether you listen to the most famous and hyped about Aadat or not, listening to 'Mahi Ve' is a must.

(I would also recommend Jal Pari and Bheegi Yadain.)

Never Knew Coffee Could Be So Bitter!

When me and my friend Mani went to Scotland, we sort of just hurried. We never actually had time to plan out important things like 'food'. Thanks to Mani she made some rice for us which would stay preserved outside the fridge for a day or two. But we still had to have breakfast.

The day we reached Edinburgh, we tried to explore as much as we could on foot. And so we did. On our way back, we took a bread from a shop for breakfast. Thinking we have taken care of the breakfast, we returned to our hostel room.

The next day Mani tried out the bread first. And to our dismay, it was stale. Hard luck I guess. So around 9 in the morning we set out, like birds after worms, looking for breakfast.

Just outside our hostel, there was a small restaurant. We went in for coffee.

Mani ordered 'Espresso'. Not knowing what I was getting into, I said I will take the same. When the waitress was bringing our cups on a tray, after seeing them, I said to myself, "What small cups they have?". But I beared with it.

And then came the moment when I took a sip from the cup. I immediately wanted to throw it out, but I didn't, in fear that I might shower Mani with all my coffee, and also the others in the restaurant might think of me as an uncivilized brat. And then I thought that even that tiny cup was like a big barrel for me.

Oh the coffee was so bitter, I couldn't stand it. I couldn't even gulp down a sip let alone finish the whole cup. Mani told me that espresso is always like that. She said that if I didn't like it, why did I order it in the first place. I told her what I am saying here, and that is I confused the name of the coffee. I was ordering espresso but I had cuppaccino in mind. Oh my precious 1.50 pounds. :'( lol

Now I have made up my mind never to order anything unless I am absolutely truly madly deeply sure that what it is. ;)

A Chat with a Taxi Driver

A few days ago when I was in the market, and not in the mood to walk, I went to a nearby standing taxi and asked the driver if it was available. He said yes after which I asked what will he charge me. To that he instantly replied that the there was a meter in the taxi so he would charge whatever the reading on it. I agreed and sat in it.

Not being used to seeing a taxi with a meter I curiously asked about it. That driver explained to me the whole scheme and all. He added that the people who are educated appreciate the metered taxis but the others do not. And he complimented me as well by saying that I looked educated too. Then he asked me about my education. I told him the details, also adding the tiny detail of me studying in UK.

After hearing that he said something which amazed me. He asked me to apply my knowledge for the betterment of the country. He added that many girls in Pakistan study a lot and then just after completing their studies they become 'house wives' and waste all the knowledge. He requested me not to waste my knowledge just like that.

When the taxi driver was saying such revolutionized things I was amazed with astonishment. I used to think that only a very fraction of people and that too the educated people think this way. They are the ones who think that girls should also play a part in the progress of the country. But when that taxi driver said such stuff I was moved to think that maybe the thoughts of the whole nation are changing and a revolution is on the way. :)

[ Getting married is never a hurdle in the way of contribution towards the progress. It is just the general practice and beliefs that make it look so bad, which is a long discussion, and might touch it some time later ;) ]

UK Traffic Vs. Pakistani Traffic

My last blog was from Hull, UK and this one is from Rawalpindi, Pakistan. So lots has changed since the last time. One thing is that I have started comparisons. Comparisons between things in Pakistan and things that I saw in UK.

One of the most interesting things to compare is the traffic.

The traffic in UK is like a row of small kids walking quietly with a finger on their lips. It is a quite & shhhhh sort of traffic, very well behaved. But in Pakistan the traffic is like hell has been let loose. Everybody wants to get ahead of the car in front, whether there is space to overtake or not. Even when the traffic signal is red, the cars keeps honking to the cars in front to 'give way'.

In UK if a car flashes its lights, it means that I am giving way to you. That way could be given to another car coming from the front or a pedestrian trying to cross the road. But here in Pakistan if you see a car flashing its lights, never dare to stay in its way. Because here the flashing lights mean 'get the hell out of the way, as I am coming'. It means 'give way to ME'.

So my advice to people traveling to different countries is to always learn the native traffic language as well as it could prove to be a life saver on the roads. ;)

Return to The Blog

Again it has been a really long time since i put anything on my blog. But it does not mean that i was not thinking of stuff to put here. So here goes 'something'. ;)