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Day 10,066 – Sunday – 17 Chaitra 1930 – 28 Rabi ul Awwal 1429 – 06 April 2008
From 0006 last night to 0614 in the morning.
The night; the senselessness; the reparte; the thoughts; the heat; the campus; the desire; the foreboding; the ultimate question; the weather; the hope; the morning; the ideas; the exchange; the excitement; the emotions; the city; the roads; the tour; the mosquitoes; the feelings; the opening up; the driving; the dawn; the expectations; the wind; the fears; and the feeling of absolutely unbridled youth. Everything. Completeness. And more. Beautiful.
Oh my God. Wow. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Wow. Oh my Fucking God! Wow! Fuck!
Day 10,063 – Thursday – 14 Chaitra 1930 – 25 Rabi ul Awwal 1429 – 03 April 2008
I like drinking. I like being drunk. And I absolutely adore drunk Jalal.
And to think I was indeed drunk Jalal yesternight is indeed a very beautiful memory.
And, to add to all this, I started exercise today. I took the first step towards moving out. I have gone completely sexually insane due to the heat and humidity.
And I am still as confused and psychotic as I ever was.
Life is finally settled down. Good.
Sunday – 16 Safar 1429 – 05 Phalgun 1929 – 24 February 2008
My belief in the existence of a supreme being, lovingly called God from now on, has been strengthened in the past couple of days. I have suddenly been put through a set of extremely varied experiences since Friday morning. I am sure this God person wants to show me ways to love what he has created. If only he worked this hard to get me sex with Mark Wahlberg, I am sure my belief in him would be awakened beyond all previous records.
So, I go to work on Friday. Over excited about how things are working out, doing my mental calculations. And then a sand storm hit the city, and wham, I am in the loo coughing, sneezing and feeling miserable. My boss thinks I am trying to avoid work. And, I am trying to tell him that he can get a clue from my red eyes and the fact that I have tears dripping from my chin that there is something wrong with me. No, you idiots, slow brained cows, I was not crying, I got a fucking eye infection. I hate infections of all kinds. Though I do like the odd cold, makes me feel sexy. Perverted; but sexy.
Then comes Saturday, I go on an interesting date, the guy does NOT like me. He does NOT like me at all. AT ALL. I am sure you all see the excessive capitalization. I liked him. But, he DEFINITELY did not like me.
So, to get over that, I went to a book store. My old nemesis. I have to decide on a small amount, and then try not to exceed ten times that figure. But, this time I really did go overboard, and bought books worth about 23% of my take home salary and about 16% of my total salary. Crazy, weird, insane? Yes please, with an added dollop or fat free creme. And this is exactly why I have to take someone else along with me when I go shopping. I would max out my card buying stupid cup holders when I know I dont need them.
I think ill just put up a huge sign on my office table “Therapy needed here”. Because, as of now, I dont feel anything else can define me so well.
And then, I went crabbing at night. Amazing experience. The whole family went. And of course, eating at least 25 crabs and 25 shrimp is not a general human’s idea of fun, but when you have practically frozen solid because of the full blast cold freeing winds the only thing you can think of is eating. Eating to your heart’s content.
Ugghhhhhhh. I think I need to sleep today!
Thursday – 13 Safar 1429 – 02 Phalgun 1929 – 21 February 2008
So, today was that day. That day. The day that comes twice each year, once when you suddenly realizy during the day that it is no longer winter. And once when you suddenly realize that it is not longer summer.
There is a sudden change of smell. The air feels different, from the chilly cooling air of the winters you jump to the balmy sultry wind of the summers.
Yes, today, I had a feeling that things would have a completely different feeling. Not the winter one, but the summer one.
Monday – 29 Ziqaad 1428 – 19 Agrahayana 1929 – 10 December 2007
I usually hate to question ancient wisdom and present my own ideas completely contrary to general opinion. But, today I must. There is such a thing as an interesting Monday, or maybe even a very interesting Monday. I shall present a summary of day. I am sure I would be unable to present the day in any manner better than this, since it is very late.
Woke up late on a winter morning. Sleeping in a going late to work is just amazing on a cold Monday morning. And to top all that off it was amazing weather.
Finished two tasks in record time and spent the rest of the wasting time since my manager knew that those tasks take two days. What can I say. I am good at what I do.
Had a good, hearty, healthy and tasteless lunch. Put out every cigarette half way; that is when I remembered that I had to stop smoking from today.
Went over to my previous department for some work. And I saw an absolutely hot guy there. And I mean 10/10. Better than any I have seen in the past couple of months (of course this does not include porn).
Joined the gym in my office building. There is no other way of ensuring that I go to the gym. And add to that my neighbour is also going. Good. Now I can be assured for being nagged to the gym on a daily basis.
Came home and had a beautiful dinner accompanied by rain. Such a wonderful addition to Karachi weather at this time of the year.
Gave a close friend a small birthday coffee party at Espresso. That is a good place. I would recommend their breakfast to everyone and their grandmother’s friends.
Hooked up with an old friend. Made out, and completed a list of activities legally, morally, ethically, religiously, socially and culturally incongruent with how life is lived in my part of the world. Getting laid is just such an absolutely amazing experience. And to top all that off, I just can not resist facial hair. I am such a slut.
So, with the above eight activities completed, the last one being highly highly weightier than the rest, I would have to say. Good day today. And hopefully a good day tomorrow. Have a nice day and enjoy every moment of it. And, of course, do not let go of any opportunity to make out and be a slut.
Jalal – Over and out.
Saturday – 02 Ramazan 1428 – 24 Bhadra 1929 – 15 September 2007
First of all, apologies to all of you for not blogging regular. Yes, all zero of you. Dont look at me as if you dont know who I am talking about; you know who you are. Moving on, I have been quite busy lately. Just moved to a new department at work, so trying very hard to learn, come up the curve, not make stupid moronic blunders like I do with the choices in my life. That has been taking up a lot of my time recently. Other than work, my room has been flooded with 3 inches of water for the past one month. Thanks to crazy cyclones and thunderstorms in Karachi and my room being in a basement with bad water proofing.
That done, I am getting a chance to blog after a long time today. Seems like I have been restricted to blogging over the weekends only.
All right! All right! I will stop my blabbering rambles and get down to the actual topic at hand.
Coming to the really juicy bits of news about my life. I am engaged.
So, it would turn out that my parents did drag me to Islamabad two weeks ago to see their friends’ daughter. We met over dinner. The girl’s family is very conservative and we were not allowed to talk. But we did sit very close to each other and could hear each other. Imagine making the decision of whether to marry someone or not based on hearing them talking to someone else for a two hour period over a formal family dinner. My life just has to be absolutely strange and unpredictable doesnt it?
I always knew that I have to get married one day or the other. Seemed like an inevitable. Too many expectations and desires from many other quarters that share my life. And my mother would nag the fuck out of my life. So, if it was to be, I might as well select someone I like. There was noone else. So, plan B, arranged marriage. Hence, Islamabad two weeks ago. But, since I am gay and what the fuck else not, I knew that for me any girl would be the same as any other girl. Since this makes my choice useless, I let my parents decide. I knew how they felt about her, so I told them I liked her a lot as well.
The next day we went to my in-laws place for a formal dinner. The gifts that we were to give her were all selected by me. I do have a good eye for things. As was proven later on. Moving on; after dinner was the usual conversation about asking for hands in marriages and combination of families and how happy people are to have us in their family and how this is a momentous occasion and friendship has been matured to relationship. And so on and so forth. Usual traditional one hour conversation. And then, we came back to Karachi the next morning.
I found out two days later that that was my engagement. Although I distinctly remember an engagement being an event with at least a large number of people and food and a clear declaration that there is an engagement going on. But, it seems that the parents didnt feel that way. So, I found out I am engaged two days after the engagement. And marriage is in March.
And, as for the girl, we have been talking for an hour or two on a daily basis since the ‘engagement’ and two weeks is a long enough time. She still doesnt know I that I am gay. Otherwise I have shared everything with her, and she with me. It is so so so so so fucking difficult to have always imagined this very same thing with a guy and have to end up doing this with a girl. Strange. But then again, cest la vie. Seems that homosexuality and marriage seem to be quite compatible in Pakistan. Sex and relationships are different things. Rather sex and sexual attration to a certain gender are different things. Strang, strange.
Oh, from what I have found out about her, I think that if she can only accept the gay thing, and I will tell her only if I know that she will accept it, I think things will work out quite well.
Fuck! I am engaged to be married in March. Fuck! I am so serously going to fucking freak out. I was not thinking about this when I started writing. But, basically, fuck. Guess ill go have some cold water and watch porn to calm down. Take care.
Wednesday – 12 Rajab 1424 – 19 Bhadra 1925 – 10 September 2003
well here i am sitting in my room. slightly warm here but bearable. fan on full. wonderful breeze through the window. i love karachi. it is very very windy. that is why i have a continuous wind blowing through my window. and it is always cool and fresh.
sorry to mlc. but i looked on amazon for ghazal cds. and to be honest i didnt find any that someone should use to get introduced to ghazal. most of them are either westernized popish versions of ghazal or ones that i dont think an american would like due their being quite alien. well i will keep on the lookout for something that you might like to have. or i can mail you a cd or something that i will compose myself to show you what i talk about.