No One Point
It finally rained. A massive heaving of the skies, and still it's pouring some 24 hours later. That's a novelty for this part of the world. Any rain from the skies is a novelty...and it continuing for some 24hrs plus....heck, that's environmental change for you!
I have rediscovered Alexandre Desplat. He throws me to others in his company, and I have a feeling my romance with Ennio Morricone will be rekindling as well. There is a certain calling within that sort of music. Sad, we are (were) never pushed towards the arts while growing up. I might not have become a Morricone, but I would have discovered him earlier. I hope D growing up will be familiar with these names. God forbid he's rapping his years to adulthood to the tunes of the Jay Z's and Britney Spears of this world. But that is the irony of life. God gives you a dose of the dreaded in your kids...probably to balance things out.
My thoughts turn towards home and I recall conversations. There was a time when there was Pakistan and Pakistan alone as a retirement option. Now friends here turn and caution (and question) any trip planned home. Was this what we had envisioned? Heck, poor Mohammad Ali Jinnah. That's one body seriously turning in its grave.
A few people here started an initiative of sorts. While it's a trickle (at best) in the sea of anti-Pakistan sentiment, I feel the lot sleeps easier knowing they are doing something. My apathy will take me! As it is, I sleep lousy. The kid keeps me awake :)
...ah, yes, the kid. He's growing. More animated.
I still keep thinking I am the same as of before ...........(Even though the mirror swears otherwise. I see the lines creeping on slowly. And if this desert sun will do anything, it'll strip me of any clear, unmarked skin. Am giving Heidi a good run for her freckles. Interesting how vanity catches up with you. If only it had hit me square in the face some 15 years ago. Had I taken care then I would have fared better. Next life I want to come back a beautiful bimbo. The beautiful part is definitely a must. I'm not playing otherwise. Oh and while we're at it, can I be a seriously proportioned, beautiful bimbo. Given the nature of this post, I am thinking I am not far from wish fulfilment!! Damn, damn, damn. So falls the last frontier)............but I'm not. It's days like this that remind me of my age in experiences. There are quite a few notches to mark it on my belt. If anything, post the kid I am younger. Livelier. But dead, smack, bam in the middle of my comeback, the recession hits the world. I was planning quite a consumeristic takeover. Chalo it'll have to wait.
I am all spent on words now. Obviously I have nothing to write. All profundity is shaken out of you by baby constipation, hunger pangs, teething woes...and a real dose of reality. The clock does run out of hours.
Despite my shortage of hours, I did manage to re-read Potter 7. I loved it. And I loved Severus Snape. Now that's true love. A Petronas that's an emblem to your true love. I'd want to know if someone holds out for me like that. Hmm?
I have rediscovered Alexandre Desplat. He throws me to others in his company, and I have a feeling my romance with Ennio Morricone will be rekindling as well. There is a certain calling within that sort of music. Sad, we are (were) never pushed towards the arts while growing up. I might not have become a Morricone, but I would have discovered him earlier. I hope D growing up will be familiar with these names. God forbid he's rapping his years to adulthood to the tunes of the Jay Z's and Britney Spears of this world. But that is the irony of life. God gives you a dose of the dreaded in your kids...probably to balance things out.
My thoughts turn towards home and I recall conversations. There was a time when there was Pakistan and Pakistan alone as a retirement option. Now friends here turn and caution (and question) any trip planned home. Was this what we had envisioned? Heck, poor Mohammad Ali Jinnah. That's one body seriously turning in its grave.
A few people here started an initiative of sorts. While it's a trickle (at best) in the sea of anti-Pakistan sentiment, I feel the lot sleeps easier knowing they are doing something. My apathy will take me! As it is, I sleep lousy. The kid keeps me awake :)
...ah, yes, the kid. He's growing. More animated.
I still keep thinking I am the same as of before ...........(Even though the mirror swears otherwise. I see the lines creeping on slowly. And if this desert sun will do anything, it'll strip me of any clear, unmarked skin. Am giving Heidi a good run for her freckles. Interesting how vanity catches up with you. If only it had hit me square in the face some 15 years ago. Had I taken care then I would have fared better. Next life I want to come back a beautiful bimbo. The beautiful part is definitely a must. I'm not playing otherwise. Oh and while we're at it, can I be a seriously proportioned, beautiful bimbo. Given the nature of this post, I am thinking I am not far from wish fulfilment!! Damn, damn, damn. So falls the last frontier)............but I'm not. It's days like this that remind me of my age in experiences. There are quite a few notches to mark it on my belt. If anything, post the kid I am younger. Livelier. But dead, smack, bam in the middle of my comeback, the recession hits the world. I was planning quite a consumeristic takeover. Chalo it'll have to wait.
I am all spent on words now. Obviously I have nothing to write. All profundity is shaken out of you by baby constipation, hunger pangs, teething woes...and a real dose of reality. The clock does run out of hours.
Despite my shortage of hours, I did manage to re-read Potter 7. I loved it. And I loved Severus Snape. Now that's true love. A Petronas that's an emblem to your true love. I'd want to know if someone holds out for me like that. Hmm?
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