Archive for December, 2004

Tuesday — 08 Ziqaad 1425 — 30 Agrahayana 1926 –…

Tuesday — 08 Ziqaad 1425 — 30 Agrahayana 1926 — 21 December 2004

I had not blogged for some days because I has decided to not blog when I was very depressed.

Today, I am not. Hence the blogging.

About an hour ago I talked to a couple of very good college friends who are in Lahore for a short period of time. Since they now live outside Pakistan I hardly ever get to meet them. So I decided at the whim of the moment to go to Lahore tomorrow.

Then my depression went away completely. It was such a severely rapid mood change that I could have competed with any pregnant woman. Not that I am a pregnant woman. And I got very very very excited. So excited that I vomited a bit. Again, I could have competed with any pregnant woman. And again, not that I am a pregnant woman.

So, you all can judge how very excited I am. Ill try to keep on blogging. But lets see.

Take care.

LAHORE BAY BEE !!! AAA WOO HOO!!!

Saturday — 05 Ziqaad 1425 — 27 Agrahayana 1926 -…

Saturday — 05 Ziqaad 1425 — 27 Agrahayana 1926 — 18 December 2004

I had a long long Saturday evening with a couple of friends. Had a wonderful time. Just got back.

Did someone else notice this as well or was I just writing small semi complete sentences up there. Hmmmm. Maybe excessive sleep deprivation does do this to people.

Ah, well, I guess I will sleep now. Shab ba Khair.

شب با خیر

Saturday — 05 Ziqaad 1425 — 27 Agrahayana 1926 -…

Saturday — 05 Ziqaad 1425 — 27 Agrahayana 1926 — 18 December 2004

I had a long long Saturday evening with a couple of friends. Had a wonderful time. Just got back.

Did someone else notice this as well or was I just writing small semi complete sentences up there. Hmmmm. Maybe excessive sleep deprivation does do this to people.

Ah, well, I guess I will sleep now. Shab ba Khair.

شب با خیر

Friday — 04 Ziqaad 1425 — 26 Agrahayana 1926 — …

Friday — 04 Ziqaad 1425 — 26 Agrahayana 1926 — 17 December 2004

Today was a special kind of a day. I call it the poetry deficiency syndrome day. If I haven’t read any good poetry (good = a lot of quality poetry) for a while I have a sudden strong craving for poetry. Today was that day.

Yes, I know that there have been too many syndromes in my writings lately. That just means that I am a very interesting person. Completely unlike the usual normal people with too few psychological disorders.

So, today was spent with Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s Nuskha ha e Wafa (فیض احمد فیض کی نسخہ ھائے وفا).

Thursday — 03 Ziqaad 1425 — 25 Agrahayana 1926 -…

Thursday — 03 Ziqaad 1425 — 25 Agrahayana 1926 — 16 December 2004

I think it is time. I have to share something with you readers. I experienced it today after some time. I remembered that I had decided to share it with you all. I have a severe psychological disorder. This is one that I have not told you all about yet. Please read to the end so you do not misunderstand what I am trying to say.

Everytime someone tells me “Jalal, you do not have to do that, I will do it for you”; or when they say “Oh no Jalal, man, that is my job, not yours, don’t worry”; or when they say “Jalal, consider this a favour, i’ll do this for you”; or when they say “No thanks man, I can carry my suitcase without your help”; or when they say “No, you dont have to get up from your seat for me, I am just getting off at the next stop”; I actually believe them.

If that person goes back on their word and tells me how I did something bad, by doing exactly what they told me to do, I get very very angry. Since I dont lash out at people I just grind my teeth until they start to hurt.

So there it is. Jalal has taken a large skeleton outside the closet. Now, I dont want any jokes / pranks / comments / puns about my severe psychological disorder. I just shared something with all of you and I would hate to be shot down. It would be a serious breach of faith on your part so don’t do it. Since I could not find any name for this disorder in any Psychological work I have decided that I have the right to give it a name. I will call this disease / disorder Jalals Excessive Rage At Stupid Comments Syndrome. JERASCS (pronunciation: jee-rah-skaahs).

Oh and yes, as a last sentence, this whole post was one big joke, and if you fell for it you were probably even more insane than I was when I wrote it, so, contact me, I am sure we have a lot in common.

Wednesday — 02 Ziqaad 1425 — 24 Agrahayana 1926 …

Wednesday — 02 Ziqaad 1425 — 24 Agrahayana 1926 — 15 December 2004It has been one year to the day (for those of you who are slow, i.e AK, that means that I am talking about 15 December 2003) when I got a cellphone. Yes, I made a very stupid, albeit necessary decidion on that day (again, 15 December 2003).

Until that day my life was full of freedom and I could go anywhere; do anything; and be anyone without the fear of being contacted by another human. It was the height of liberty only experienced by people in the ancient ages (before there were too many people that you could run into) and in the modern day land of the completely free (read, America, the country which everyone is so jealous of that they keep plotting against).

Then I got a cell phone and the rest of my life is one series of phone calls, smss and people asking me to see what my cell phone looks like and then going off into a (one sided) discussion about cell phones while I nod along and act as if I am listening to them and not thinking about the latest information I read from some newspaper.

And, yes, if you did not get this already, AK is stupid.

Take that AK.

Tuesday — 01 Ziqaad 1425 — 23 Agrahayana 1926 –…

Tuesday — 01 Ziqaad 1425 — 23 Agrahayana 1926 — 14 December 2004

After a very long time my relation with my mother has mended to a level where we can watch a movie together without disagreeing over every detail. I mean, come on Jalal and mother, for God’s sake dont disagree if it is actually “Teal” or “Light Gray”. After all every blind human could see that it was indeed Teal. Maybe is losing her sight with age. Of course I know that I am right.

Today I got a movie that the whole family could watch. It is “cheaper by the dozen”. We really enjoyed it.

I would suggest you all watch it – with family.