Monday, February 28, 2005
strangerthanyour
3 hours, 1 minute to go before last final. The campus has emptied out, we're looking at empty plastic bags and the sound of wheels rolling away on concrete outside the dorm room. I spend the night in r's room, while her roomie's out celebrating having finally taken her last final in this place ever. The last letters of the last word on the last page of.
We took panoramic shots of the room last night, and talked of higher concerns other than you and me and. Now I sit amidst wrapped yellow toy cars, blue mugs and a finished cup of orange juice waiting to go out for lunch. The sun will blind, though.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
the name, the
there's something about the name rehan. ages long ago, when i was about 15, i wanted to write a love story. i thought about what to name the guy. thought and thought. and then it came to me. rehan.
it's oldish, and quite hot. i love the way your voice leads off when you put it in your mouth and roll it off.
less than five years down the metaphorical line, i developed a watermelon-sized crush on someone who looked like edward furlong and was named that. and ended up completely making a fool out of myself in front of him, so that now i twitch whenever i think about it.
but the name....there's something about it that i can't quite place. it's like if you're named that, you have to live up to it, be a rehan. otherwise, pay a visit to the namechanging place please.
ps. rayray, this post doesn't apply to you since you're sans the e. :P
Thursday, February 17, 2005
youan me babe, how about it
Love tilting chairs, silence woven into corners and the blink of recognition as you spot me from far away.
On my left sits someone completely absorbed in intently reading and underlining somethingortheother which i suspect might turn into the likes of a research paper in the near future. on my right, a guy who happens to be the brother of a school friend - not that we acknowledge that to each other. Its weird how humanity plugs neatly into machines.
Ten years ago twenty people sitting in a room in front of screens would belong in a cheap robotic newage flick. Sab kuch compooter say kyun hota hai? SAB kuch...Here inside your little booth is your portal. Dive in.
Sab kuch.Something I randomly remembered the other day and couldn't stop singing to myself on teh way home .. our school song :D Lines very apt now, and always -
Be well equipped to meet the call of life each passing year...April is the cruellest month. its been raining for weeksandweeksand. Lahore mai itna paani kahan saya aaya?
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
second stickingaway
Hours spent on pre- and post-data collection analyses: 26
Trip to NCA: Rs 100
Talking about how the slang term 'shahid' is very frequently used in NCA to apply to all kinds of losers in a presentation for an instructor whose name happens to be Shahid: Priceless.
\.If there was an equivalent of a Kodak moment for blogging, this would be one. :D
Monday, February 14, 2005
tell it like it is
like it really isDays spent in front of a screen, wrestling with the dead in the form of predetermined syntax paving a predetermined road to cs hell. Cs slowly and steadily eats away at your very will to live.
Brighter side sally says wow, cookie crumbs and comfort hugs and the promise of finishing bridget jones 2 and ice cream shakes. Slims, lots and lots, hand delivered from my (our) city. Crawling through ancient lahori streets on a mission, unexpected lifestories at 3 am. Missing someone out of the blue, listening to crunched puddles, a room full of faces looking at you. Conspiring. Splurging. Long distance calls.
This has been my life this quarter. This and an NCA trip which I'm not likely to stop gushing about anytime soon. NCA rocks. :D Wasn't expecting people to be SO nice, to be willing to be questioned and probed and otherwise be subjected to massive time wastage by a bunch of clueless strangers wandering around with two pieces of paper and three smiles. NCA rocks.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
hey
she was wrapped around him like a smell.
things you feel about people you cannot forget
its never better but hey its alright
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
Springsteen for the last two lines, two chocolate cookies for the first. The first, the last, everything in between like spaces longing to be free. It's been a weird day and a weirder night, when you get random longdistance calls from friendsyoualmostgottoknowbeforetheyleftbutnotquite, and .
just and.
do you like surprises?
Sunday, February 06, 2005
much more somewhere out there
on quiet mornings like these, which are hardly mornings according to the world's-concept-of-time, you can disappear into a stream of scrubs episodes and random sites and rediscover what it's like to not do anything resembling project analysis and design if but for a leetle while.
Been searching for inspiration since was woken up by friend's roomate's voice, inspiration for lit presentation thursday, and luck so far absolutezerokelvinstyle. Have discovered that people blog overheard conversations, found objects and captions for some alarming photographs. And that layers diagrams in uml outlining an asp.net architecture are nowhere to be found.
Today, I want to shop, watch an incredible movie and finish the edge of reason. guilty pleasure which i shall make no move to defend. am proud bridget jones fan. have a feeling though that shall be forced to work on object oriented design, wander dangerously near off-limits places and people and skillfully dodge human contact via tapping into messenger addiction. One day I shall dress up and make one unwilling in-the-wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time person come with me to a multi-course meal 'somewhere far away'. My baby phrase. :D
