A Perfect Sunday

1:00 p.m.: The Perfect breakfast...



With three brand new episodes of the perfect show...

Followed by a perfect beach day...




Shit, if only every day was a Sunday!

Lights out-

Saturday late night, the lights went out. And my laughing Buddha was the only one who enjoyed it!

Shabana Azmi and Farooq Sheikh

Met them in Karachi. For the report in Dawn, click I met both of them--and interviewed them for Images and Dawn.


www.dawn.com/2006/02/21/local8.htm

Will post up the interviews by Monday.


Me looking all guppoo...

Brain Freeze

All I can say is that I can't wait for this week to end. Already. It's already Tuesday and there's so much to do. Aah, they say, that's what you get for strethcing yourself so thin. If only I did stretch myself thin!!!

I saw Tumhari Amrita yesterday. Mesmerising, actually. But what suprised me most was the fact that the audience seemed to laugh at the most tragic moments. When Amrita cries out from help-desperatley-Zulfi just ansewers in his insensitive, self-involved manner by uttering a few self-involved phrases. And the audience laughed. Is it me that's mad or the rest? I fear the former...

Starvation Strike

Okay, so while the pathetic losers who don't have work will lead a "peaceful" strike after a lengthy Juma prayers session, losers like us, who have come to work will have no choice but to starve, since thanks to the strike, most delivery places are closed.

How unbelievably retarded is that?

So here I sit, my stomach growling... hoping for a Quarter Pounder I know will not be mine... not until tomorrow, at least. Or tonight, If I get lucky- ;-)

For the time being, all i can say is: I'm Hatin' It!!

The cartoons or butter?

If I hear anyone talk about the cartoons I think I will spontaneously combust. They've been around since September, so why has it taken us so long to react to them? Secondly, by acting like a bunch of morons with violence as always probably just reinforces everyone's belief that Muslims are a thick-headed, dim-witted and violent race. (Of course the fact that we aren’t really a race is irrelevant.)

Well, my main concern is that Lurpak butter will be banned in Pakistan. But fortunately, that hasn't been the case so far!

The Storm

Is it true, that after all, we are all pathetically human, and as a result, we succumb to the human ability of forgetting or ignoring our respective pasts and immersing ourselves in our present, while admitting defeat to our inability to control our future?

Are we all, after all running away from the storm that threatens us, holding on to whomever we can find? Is it, after all, a question of mere survival?

Zzzz

I haven’t written in a while… whether its work related or short stories or just plain rambling. All I can say is that I am glad that we have two whole days off on account of Muharram and that I don’t have to get out of bed unless I want to. But no—I shall have to make the most of the two days before the madness begins again and I am stuck at the office late...

I really think I have writer’s block. For someone who usually has a lot to say—or write—I am really out of words. Maybe I have spent them all? Or maybe the verbal diarrhoea has finally been cured. Who knows?

All I do know is that is painful to sit here in front of a computer all day. There’s a whole world out there, I am told…