Shattered Plans.

As I write this post I am unpacking my bags and retracting the plans I had made for the next 2 weeks. I am also look for politically correct words by which I can manage not to upset others and express my disgust which is very obvious and righteous.

Last time I wrote I was fretting about the Visa, so the update on that is I got the Visa eventually only to cancel the visit at the last moment. I think I do not need to state how I feel (and its better I dont). The whole string of events seems farcical to say the least. For those of you who can not imagine the scale of disappointment for me, in short the cancellation means - No great kebabs, No authentic eid celebrations, No karahi chicken, No Peeru Cafe, No Sozo World, No Shah Jamal, No Chaman Ice Cream and much more. In short, the only loser here in this case was me.

Okay, I wont express much grief and make it yetanother cynical post.

The emotion has been so overpowering that I have nothing to write actually. This infact has been one of the many problems I have been facing recently. An emotional jolt and life comes to a stand still just like the Delhi Airport on a foggy winter day. I think I need to work on this ASAP.

Now, that I am free till 21st, I will have to figure out how should I kill time. I plan to see all the movies in my desktop again, wait, but first I have to get it repaired !. And I hope to write after that as every post here has been inspired and written I have seen a great movie. I hope to sleep for 12 hours a day. I really wanna have a Pedicure. Yes Pedicure. Nothing wrong with a Pedicure. OMG, yes its a Pedicure. I think I have gone into a WTF mode and it might last for days before I get something interesting to fiddle with. Lets see what I;ve got here. Dad's birthday. My birthday ( I forgot it for a while ). Mom and Dad's silver jubilee. Mom's birthday. And I was about to miss all this if I had gone across the border.

I could feel a certain energy stopping me from doing so. All the delay in the Visa, the rains which brought the city to a halt, then my own confusion, the denial from Lahore and then my desperation to go there which was not uncharacteristic but somewhat strange. I think or rather hope I could certainly say it happened for the best. Anyways, I really hope I can make it in November which seems rather distant now.

For now, I have Dave Matthews Band with me to face this ordeal of break from college.

See you later.

Alhamdulilah

Baby's Day Out. NOT.

Alas the day had come. I finally went to buy the books for this semester. Coz apparently the exams are starting from Monday. So here I was going to Nai Sarak. broke-back-journey. More taxing shopping. 5 books = 15 kgs = 2 shoulders = Half Dead. Shopping alone can be a weird exprience. You can actully take your own decisions. Even though its just books. And you wont be ashamed by your inability to bargain coz there's no one around to see you.
The same morning I was reading in the newspaper about the fried chicken of Mohammad Husain in Matia Mahal near Jama Masjid. There I was, in front of Gate Number 1 of Jama Masjid asking for directions to Matia Mahal. Through the narrow lanes, which had almost equal number of Goats as men. I reached Matia Mahal only to realise that its the month of Ramzan and eventhough they were selling the stuff, Janaab Mohammad Husain himself wasnt there. And as per the local advice I should wait till after Iftar to have a taste of the delicious chicken.
A few chowks further there is Diamond Bakery. You get awesome rusks and cake rusks there.
On my way back, I started noticing Burqa clad women enjoying. Children playing in the narrow bylanes. "Ameena ! " " Aa riya huun ! " , I could hear on my way back.
Ramzan isnt as much about fasting as it is about eating. That thought was evident when I saw hordes of sevian and fenian lined up on the sides of streets. The smell of boiling milk almost made me forget the awry ambience. Sounds of slapping and swearing broke the silence and I could see two young guys fighting. If only they could remember it was the month of Ramzan.
But I have to tell you the best part of it. After talking so much about food, you;ll be amazed to know that I returned home without eating anything and had just a bottle of banta.
All throughout the time I was fretting about the Pak visa I still dont have. "Ab mujhe dawa ki nahi, Dua ki zarurat hai " .
My computer is screwed again. And the walls on my right in the cyber cafe says - Call ME -Naina 9958xxxxxx.
Signing out.
Visa Mil jaye.Inshallah.