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