Monthly Archives: August 2004

Up North

listening to: wind
thinking about: foooood

Yesterday was absolutely great. It was a much needed refreshing ending to what’s been a wondeful summer!We’d planned this day trip quite a while back, so it was nice to see it finally being materialised. There we were, 12 of us, packed into a little Chinese van (as my cousin called it)with lots of expectations and even more food.(we are, after all, your typical pakistani family) The driver was excellent, in the sense that we weren’t showered with cheap filmi songs (initially) or random insults to passing vehicles.If the whole gang was with me, it would’ve been by far more exciting, knowing all the wacky things we do together!(PS: romi, we passed by a small cafe called “Romy Refreshments”…good alliteration,eh?)It’s been a good decade since I was driven up a mountain on a single-vehicle lane with 2 way traffic, the nauseating effect was a little intimidating, and even more so since I’ve been nursing an upset stomach for a while now.
As i looked through the cracked window, the view was superb, brilliant, breath-taking; bascially everything i had imagined it to be and more. For those who’ve been here before, even that would be an understatement.It was simply nature, as raw and untouched as it gets and yet at the same time, it resembled a canvas on which every nook and corner was painted and polished with perfection.Here we were, in Murree.
Our first stop was Mall Road, where we all helped ourselves to khoka ice-creams, capuccinos and tea, which mind you, were definitely at par with Starbucks and Baskins.A brisk walk,some pictures and a bumpy ride later, we stopped further up ahead to snack on some tea and pakoras in Nathya Gully.(Note how we still haven’t touched any of the food we brought from home)Next was Ayubia National Park, where we trekked for a good hour or so.The walk was exciting, and I encountered some really really REALLY unique characters on the way!In fact, at one point i was laughing so hard, i nearly tipped over into the endless sea of trees below us.Don’t worry, i shall not deprive you:you”ll hear about these “people” in person.Before we got back on to our van, i was chased by a stupid goat which happened to fall in love with the shawl i was wearing,let alone myself.Bhai would’ve had a field day if he’d been there(bhai, ask zeina for dets).Yes yes, laugh as much as you want, but i tell you, i could’ve died out there!!Yes, that’s what i want,SYMPATHY!!
Next was a pit stop for the loo, which turned into a lodge-cum-motel-hunt, and last, but not least, a half an hour long horse ride.Since it had been quite a while since we ate, we were in frantic search for lunch!And there we found it, at the Taj Mahal Restaurant and Hotel, a rickety old place with scrumpdelicious broast chicken!It so good, it’s been advertised in places like the NY Times and the News, and has been rated as the 4th best eatery in Pakistan.(These newspaper clippings have been modestly framed on the restaurant walls)The view from the restaurant was all those adjectives i’ve already mentioned.We were literally (and figuratively) in the clouds, and it was the most soothing moment of the day.
After food, we were again in search for somethign to consume: tea!(oh,by this time, we’ve munched on half of the goodies in the van).Since it was already 5:30 pm, we decided to head back home and hunt out refreshments on the way.En route to Abbottabad, we managed to find some khokas opposite a long and winding river.We stopped for a bit, nourished ourselves and then it was high-time we made a move.
The drive back down was peaceful;practically everyone in the van was fast asleep (except, for obvious reasons, the driver, as that would’ve caused slight problems).I looked out of the window and did not stop until we got home.I was at one with nature and even the 3 hour ride back couldn’t satisfy my eyes: there was still so much to see.
That was the end of our outing, and boy was it worth it!For those of you who haven’t already, GO FOR IT!It’s heaven on earth.
I shall sign off on a rather amusing note, which i found written on the rear of one of those huge colourful trucks. It was a little contradictory to the whole soothing and peaceful aura of the whole journey, but i must share it with you because it (quite literally) brought us all back down to earth!

“Speed meri jawaani.Overturn mera nakhra”

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Got a buzz in my head
And my flowers are dead
Can’t figure out a way to rectify this situation
Don’t believe what you said

You forgotten how it started
Close your eyes
Think of all the bubbles of love we made
And you’re down on your knees
It’s too late
Oh don’t come crawlin’
And you lie by my feet
What a big mistake
I see you fallin’

Random Diary Entry #1

listening to: conversations
thinking about: conversations

Dear Me,
How are you?It’s been a while.I hope that you’re well, and i say this even though i know otherwise.I notice how you’re listening to, and thinking about the same thing at one time. That’s something we only see once a blue moon, now, isn’t it?Why?
Are you very upset?Or is your mind too free of thoughts?I’ve heard you’ve been extremely emotional lately.I’ve heard people are taking you for a ride, and although u know they are, you’re still letting them do it.You’re letting them take full advantage of you.Why?
I’ve heard your silence.It’s speaking more than it ever has before.I’ve also heard your voice.It’s become too soft for many to hear.I’ve heard you’re hiding things.I’ve heard your laughter; it’s so fake.I’ve seen your smile,it’s also changed.Like you have.You’re becoming more and more obscure to me.I can barely recognise you anymore.Your thoughts and actions aren’t the same; they’ve changed with you.Or have they changed because of you?You’re so different.I still have a hold of you, but you seem to be slipping away.My grip on you is looser than ever before.Why?
I’ve noticed you’re starting to succumb to almost everything.If i’m losing hold of you, it doesn’t mean that you go ahead and lose hold of everything around you.Don’t let the world do this to you.Don’t let stubborn people do this to you.Don’t let innocent children do this to you.Don’t let the grass, the birds and the trees do this to you.Don’t let your guilt conscience do this to you.Don’t let me do this to you.Most of all, don’t let yourself do this to you.It’s still too early.The world is bad, but it’s still not at its worst.Don’t let its downfall trigger your own.Don’t turn your back on it,just leave it be.Let people be the pompous ones they are.Let them cheat, steal and lie throughout their lives.Let them blackmail.Let them be uncompromising.Let them think dirty thoughts.Let them.Let them.Let them.

Oh, and take care of yourself.

Till you need me again,

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K-town (revised and updated)

listening to: kuch to hua hai – kal ho na ho (*sigghh*)
thinking about: eclairs (yummy)

Yup i’m still alive, althought i’m quite sure all of my imaginary readers weren’t fretting. Just took an extremely small teensy weensy netnap due to unforeseen issues, which shall not be disussed at this point in time as they cause greater issues.

The city’s great; full of its controversies, contradictions and issues ( ! ), but still, just great as always. Everyone’s just doing their own thing, or at least trying to (me being one of them of course:) I love how you can completely lose yourself here: the all too familiar cooing of crows, the summer barsaati smell, the sound of fans rotating, the buzzing of macchars and makhhees in your ears at 3:34 am and last, but by no means the least, all that trash! Yes, trash in the truEST sense of the word, and very much open to interpretation. It’s EVERYWHERE!

Know what i mean?