Archive for February, 2004

8 Muharram 1425 Today I have finally learnt how…

8 Muharram 1425

Today I have finally learnt how to type Urdu in text form rather than making pictures for my urdu blog. This makes me very happy.

I know about two other people who started to use Urdu on their blogs. The first Urdu blogger was Umair . I saw Umair’s blog and started my own Urdu blog. Now I noticed an Urdu blog of another friend Zack . Zack has also made an Urdu Webring .

To many of you out there this might not seem like a big deal. But it is. Urdu (Urdu + Hindi) is a language spoken as a first language by about 450 million people and it is understood by more than 1 billion people worldwide. And it is completely under represented on the net. So this thing is a big step for me.

So I will be changing over the material on my blog for picture to Unicode. The font is horrible but you have to bear with me.

A regular reminder that my Urdu blog is here. Where I have started to try to teach Urdu as well.

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7 Muharram 1425 So why is it that there are tim…

7 Muharram 1425

So why is it that there are times when I feel that I am completely psychotic? I know what you are thinking, despite my being completely normal I have such thoughts. Go figure. Why is it that there are times when I feel that being psychotic is good for me? Again, I am so normal I have no idea where this thought comes from.

I have been obsession about this all day. I have noticed that I have a soft spot for psychotic people. They are very interesting and have strange issues that are such fun to deal with. They are aware of their innate psychosis and hence being better than the riff raff. So if you are psychotic. I think there is a larger chance of you becoming my friend or my boyfriend.

So after writing a completely psychotic post and making all of you fear me more than you used to I will beg your leave. Good Bye and God Bless.

A regular reminder that my Urdu blog is here. Where I have started to try to teach Urdu as well.

6 Muharram 1425 Slightly calm after having to b…

6 Muharram 1425

Slightly calm after having to bear the burden of society yesterday.

A couple of friends went out today to get car tyres for a friend of ours. Now, you all aware (and, my friends are much more aware) that I do not know anything about cars. They asked me to check out the tyres for their rubber quality while standing by smoking and expecting me to tell them what they asked. I turned into a glob of jelly that has just changed shape due to abnormal chemical changes (read : to many nerve impulses). I stood there looking aghast at them. They looked back at me. And laughed. I hate them. But at least they can be humorous. Something that can not be said about many other people that I know.

Then later on we went to a dinner party. It was a large party with many people. Me and my friends were standing in one corner and trying to gobble more Koftaas than the annual meat consumption of the Vatican City. Suddenly a group of girls came up behind us (the best word to describe them would be : female dog) and quite loudly started making fun of people who can not speak proper English. They called these poor dears Urdu mediums and what not. And they seemed as if they were in college, so they were quite mature.

Now I do consider myself normal (yeah right Jalal, lie, that will get them to believe you) (hey, you shut up and leave my blog alone) but I did something I could never ever have thought possible in the past. I turned around to face them. I confronted the girl that was the most active amongst them. Turned my Classical Urdu on overdrive and asked her if there is anything wrong with being able to speak proper Urdu. She was taken aback but she was good. She said no there isn’t but anyone who ever learnt Urdu never did anything useful or were able to speak English. To which there was a general peel of laughter amongst her cronies (I started disliking her so I will use the word cronies). Then I turned my English into overdrive and using the heaviest and most unneccary vocabulary told them about how they should first get an education and then talk about things she cannot possibly understand. She was about to say something when about 7,864 aunties swooped in from all sides and all the youngsters (combatants) were taken aside and prompty asked about which people from the other group they liked, so that marriages and other such trivial hetrosexual pursuits can be started.

It has been a very interesting day indeed.

A regular reminder that my Urdu blog is here. Where I have started to try to teach Urdu as well.

5 Muharram 1425 OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I j…

5 Muharram 1425

OH MY GOD!

OH MY GOD!

I just spent two hours with the most ill mannered, disfunctional, evil and uncultured family ever.

They comprise of a Gentleman (distant relative) and a Lady. Their two daughters who are one and three years old. And the Lady’s Parents.

The Gentlemen while trying to stop his 3 year old daughter from doing something screamed at her ‘sooar ki bacchi’ (piglet). My blood froze and I melted into the earth. The wrost thing that my father had ever said near me was Goof. This expletive is never ever uttered. I was sitting there in shock.

At this point the Lady comes in and start to say (very loudly) that the gentleman is wasting his time by sleeping all the time and she has to meet wtih people. She was too loud. I was so embarrased. I wanted to literally run away.

Then the lady’s mother came in and started to take the side of her daughter and started telling her son in law how lucky he is to have her. All this in front of guests. And the most horrible thing is. It was natural to them. They did not feel at all awkward about it. I was dying within. Their lack of civilizaton was murdering me slowly.

Then the Lady’s father trying to get his son in law’s attention about something called him by saying OYE. Now oye is used by fishermen and street fighters.

By this moment I was so shocked that I told them I was ill. I went into the bathroom to apparently clean up. And then I went out for some fresh air.

It was the most horrible visit to anyone’s house ever.

A regular reminder that my Urdu blog is here. Where I have started to try to teach Urdu as well.

4 Muharram 1423 Now I dont usually miss out on …

4 Muharram 1423

Now I dont usually miss out on posts. But I had no idea that I forgot to post yesterday. But then again my work load is killing me. But I really do love my job (really) (no, no, I am not kidding).

I was talking to my friend Hasan from Toronto. He asked me what I was thinking. I told him I was thinking about the topic for my blog post today and he said.

Hasan : write that gay men are cruel, heartless, sex-mongrers

Me : What ?

Hasan : and then in the end write well ‘most are’

I can not say I agree with him more. But then again I am agreeing with him so he will think that I am a good person. And maybe even fall in love with me. Hmmmm. I hope that he doesnt read this. Because I have never told him I was interested in him. Well, actually I am not. But whatever. I want to flirt. It is a very nice experience.

A regular reminder that my Urdu blog is here. Where I have started to try to teach Urdu as well.

Wow. I never thought this day would come. But a…

Wow.

I never thought this day would come. But after one night’s sleep. And within 24 hours of a depression taking over me. I am cool (not ‘kewl’ cool, ‘cool’ cool), calm and collected.

I am shocked that this time it did not take me two to three weeks to calm down.

GOD!

I think I must be growing up or something.

A very interesting experience indeed.

DAMN IT DAMN MY DAMNED Middle class moderate up…

DAMN IT

DAMN MY DAMNED Middle class moderate upbringing.

DAMN my parents for teaching me that honour and respect come above money and that sex ourside marriage is wrong.

DAMN the fact that I am a 23 year old virgin. Too conscious of doing something wrong that I did not take the first step.

DAMN the fact that I am never able to make a first move.

DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN.

DAMN the fact that I will never find anyone.

DAMN it all.

What the fuck is the use anyways.