Tuesday, November 30, 2004

nine years is a long time to spend without you, but i will always remember, don't you worry. and we're on for 'chandan sa badan', i might be a little late but i don't think you'll mind too much :)

other than that: YAY FOR ME! 'tis been such a loverly day, AND it rained all night- special for me i says :D yay for meeeeee Mashallah Mashallah yay yay yay for me la la la *gringrin*

Mina at 3:01 PM


Monday, November 29, 2004

you break my heart the most when you try to tell me you love me with that knock-kneed earnestness i recognize so well.

Mina at 2:40 PM


the life of an SS major....hahahahahha

Mina at 2:33 PM


Sunday, November 28, 2004

There, there is her sadness
Quite deftly articulated.
Though not retreating
May be
More quiet
And you may have to come
For her.
She can only reach so far in silence
Without knowing.

The dawn brought soft light from
The Twilight of Eve.
I want to step into
The nude sunrise blinding
The moon sharp like cold metal.

-Peach, 26 November '04

Mina at 11:36 AM


the finch

it was the biggest finch, the
brightest blue, onyx of
eye and
brilliant of feather. a prize

for any aviary.

it flew
away, i
hope it was


Mina at 11:19 AM


Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume? ..."

Eliot, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock (extract)

Mina at 10:38 AM


Saturday, November 27, 2004

Hi there, how r u??? hope 2 b fine
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This message was sent by Ihtesham Zahid to Mina Malik.

kill me now, please kill me :PP

Mina at 7:51 PM


there, i emailed akoo mamoo. fingers crossed. short stories are safe, the poetry is the one that makes me bite my nails. mentally.

i love being the only one awake. i love feeling like the only one to see me. my playlist is just right, my socks and my fingers are warm, quarter break has begun. i'm going to read, write, play guitar and hang with the homies for a good week or two.

pink grapefruit, mandarin and lime. pear and guava; cranberry, raspberry and elderflower. camomile and spearmint. lemon and ginger. i'd love to make my own herbal tea, move over twinings' gorgeous concoctions.

all at once am i/several stories high/knowing i'm on the street where you live :D too many musicals will be the end of me, i'll become increasingly quite beyond hope and then what'll become of me? *grin*

i've grown accustomed to her face....tra la la.....dr. javed iqbal says that mullahism is the 'static condition of the mind'. i think he's quite spot on, mullahism then being any form of stagnation, not just religious. change, my pets, is most usually a good thing. keeps things sparky and saves you from the crime of terrible dullness and being a cowardy-custard.

Mina at 3:35 AM


Top Ten Reasons To Ban Food at Weddings, by Ayeda
(From the newest installation of The Friday Times..cracks me up one way or another hehe- the parantheses are mine, of course)

10. Eating is a pagan custom (shh! punjab main nahien kehte aisi cheezein :O)
9. Celebrating is a pagan custom
8. Not being miserable is a pagan custom (hehehe)
7. Khoobani ki chutney gives you gas
6. Palag gosht gets stuck in your teeth and wrecks wedding pictures ('palag'?)
5. Naans make you fat (they do not, cancel)
4. It is better to spend money on Land Cruisers than to feed your guests
3. Break cultural stereotypes such as desi hospitality
2. Part of a Zionist conspiracy to turn us all into Hindus (hahahahah)
1. Communal eating today will lead to orgies tomorrow

Mina at 3:05 AM


inspiration is a funny, eccentric old bird with feathers that grow in the maddest colours.

sitting in shanni khala's dining room, chewing the abck of my pen and staring outside her big picture window- i love those windows; they don't have grilles on them and slide open like a real window should- i was thinking of something suitable to put inside the book i was giving nana. evenings are interesting twilights; white light that lingers in the sky like a camera flash frozen until rose and gold begin to seep through.
my nana is a remarkable man, this is something i have known since i was seven years old. but just how special struck me with such force, that day when i was thinking of something that could condense all the love and respect that i associate with my grandfather, something that would put into so many words all the things i will never forget. i think i owe a lot of whatever creativity i have to nana- he was forever thinking up new adventures for sana and i when we were living with him and nani. you'd think the average grandpa would be pretty boring, but nana? never. he was the one who made hidey-holes with us underneath the dining table, making sure the heater was on so we'd be snuggly, and stocked with colouring books so we wouldn't be bored. he was the one who did nursery rhymes with different voices, and invented funny versions of his own with me. he was the one who created 'the three jews came from jerusalem'- the first time amma sung it for us, i couldn't stop laughing. i almost fell off our double bed :) nana used to take us to rahat bakery every fourteenth of august for vanilla ice-cream cones, the swirly ones out of the machine that we technically weren't supposed to have because they were too germ-infested for amma's approval, which made them even better :D an off-white datsun 120Y, he still drives it. how many men do you know who did things like that for you? nana, who quotes me keats and wordsworth and guards my book with a possessiveness that does me proud. he's so rare, and precious....i wish i could keep him forever. he is the reason i have faith, still. if there is him, there will be others too, in their own way. there must be.

Mina at 1:31 AM


Wednesday, November 24, 2004

they dance a flitting
butterfly, weaving
behind smokescreen and
twisted mirror

grotesque, sometimes
an eye or a cheek or a heart
too big, sometimes.

frosted glass sunlight and
noonday shadow, silhouetted
leanness against half-shuttered eye-
is your soul small enough to

the carousel is squawking its
mechanical gaeity- come on,
they're playing your song! i
even know the words, you can

spin into the
smudged paint and stained
tablecloths of your escape. it's
all right, now,

i know you don't see me

Mina at 1:07 AM


Tuesday, November 23, 2004

there are strange things you learn about love at one a.m on a chilly night.

Mina at 1:19 PM


Sunday, November 21, 2004

Take the quiz: "Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You? "

Is maith liom bananai
Is maith liom bananai - 'I like bananas.' You're laid-back and you enjoy the simple things in life. Some might say you're a little too laid-back. Just what is it you're smoking, anyway?

Oooh, I fixed the dodgy HTML myself! *proud* Not bad for a banana-lovin' crackhead ;)

Mina at 1:04 PM


Saturday, November 20, 2004

She woke from a dream
Her head was on fire
Why was he so nervous?
He took her to the park
She crossed her arms
And lowered her eyelids

Someday, somebody's gonna ask you
A question that you should say "yes" to
Once in your life
Baby, tonight
I've got a question for you

She'd had no idea
And started to cry
She said "in a good way"
He took her by the hand
Walked her back home
And they took the long way

Someday, somebody's gonna ask you
The question that you should say "yes" to
Once in your life
Maybe tonight
I've got a question for you
I've got a question for you

The Old 97s

Heard this last night in Ahmed's car and loved it instantly :D Go download it! Go! Go! Must learn to how play this too....

Mina at 2:21 PM


there she is!

Mina at 2:08 PM


Instantly in Love

I held her for the first time yesterday. I know she can't focus just yet, but I'd like to think that she was studying my face. She yawned, and stuck her tongue out at me, and made an O with her mouth. Her hands are tiny starfish, her fingers curling around one of mine like sea anemones. I'm fascinated by her perfection. Her big dark eyes, her small snuggly body that fits perfectly in the crook of my arm. Her little head, her eyelids, her skin. The fact that she breathes and sees and cries, that she was the one kicking that night. I want to write stories for her, funny rhyming songs illustrated with google-eyed furry creatures that make her giggle, tell stories with different voices, horse around with a hose in the garden.
Hello, little one; I love you.

Mina at 11:17 AM


Thursday, November 18, 2004

Take the quiz: http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=135 "What Disney Princess Are You?"

You can swim, flip, dive and be one with fish...WHY DO YOU WANT MORE?

*lol* mina is ariel, so surprising ;)

Mina at 6:00 PM


Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Please welcome Daaniyah Mirza!

Mother and baby are fine, can't say much for the balloon-toting, camera-clutching, eye-wiping crowd of instantly smitten aunts, though ;)

Mina at 9:45 PM


we're having a baby! we're having a baby! there is a baby en route! yeaaayyyyy!

Mina at 11:39 AM


Sunday, November 14, 2004

Mina's List of Top Eleven Things to Do On Eid

eat breakfast

eat channay for breakfast

get dressed to the hilt, preen and be showered with spankin' new notes of cash by adoring relatives

visit moldy old cousins-of-your-grandmother and think of ways to avoid eating the suspicious looking cream cake

play football with four and two year olds, barefoot in your aforementioned finery

steal phuppo's car and go eat ice-cream sundaes

have 'the eid picture' taken in the lawn with sana and ali

eat a lot of shami kababs (everyone's trolley has shami kababs)

laugh to tears with the Cousin Brigade over 'Love 86' at least once

get SMSes from everyone and cuss Mobilink's crappy network trying to reply

get to say 'adaab'

Mina at 2:52 PM


Saturday, November 13, 2004

The first two bricks that will turn into a house in a year- laid by Ali, and I, a week ago.

Mina at 9:06 PM


Eid Mubarik! Hope it's lovely, whether you are home or not, whether you get eidi or not, whether you had a brand spankin' new shalwar kameez to wear or not....I hope all of you have a day full of light and laughter and people you love, which is a lot of why Eid is fabulous :)

Mina at 8:59 PM


Friday, November 12, 2004

How are we, like
dead flowers
hung upon pendulums.
Our beginnings, directions
breeds, materials
our ends
our limits--all differ.
But in those moments
when our times meet,
don't we dream together?
Of dreams of living?

Perhaps, we understand very well-
dreams of dead flowers

Dead Flowers
Bilal Tanweer

Mina at 5:44 AM


Thursday, November 11, 2004

this business of 'i never asked for much' is rubbish. if you ask for the moon you might get a star or two, but if all you asked for was a flower you 'aint gonna see nothing but empty air. some things you wish you just didn't know, because knowing equates experience. it's got a negative-sounding air to it, 'experience'.

Mina at 2:51 AM


Monday, November 08, 2004

Some of our last in-conference moments. L-R standing: Sadek, Armenia? Azerbaijan? Azeri, I think. Martin, Barbara (BC guys), Grace, me, Russie, Nayyara in front of us. Sitting L-R: Ilyasu, from Nigeria, Nazareth, Lina from Cairo, Egypt and Dugan (the 'g' is a 'h' and'y' sound kind of squashed together) from Turkey! All jaans!

Mina at 9:25 PM


Newcastle, finally! At The Biscuit Factory, a renovated real-life factory that now houses a lovely art gallery and restaurant. L-R: Rusudan, a.k.a Russie from Azerbaijan, Grace from Nigeria, Indian reporter woman from a Newcastle paper, Shih- something something from Indonesia (sowwie lovie, I'm terrible I know), me, Awatef from Libya, Nayyara from Karachi and Nazareth, sitting, from Armenia!

Mina at 9:22 PM


another favourite (this one's for you, saad :D ) Posted by Hello

Mina at 9:15 PM


she ran to the swing (she
wasn't supposed to)

higher and
higher, it was

like flying

the rope broke

as she arced
through the sky

she wondered

who will love me if i
can't move my

what katy did

Mina at 8:36 AM


Sunday, November 07, 2004

i have succumbed, khush hojao hassan. yuck. i feel like shit, shit with an aching chest and two-tonne head and creaky joints and permanent connection to the tissue box. i'm going to go back to my comforter. sniff.

Mina at 11:35 AM


Friday, November 05, 2004

All I want is a room somewhere,
Far away from the cold night air.
With one enormous chair,
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Lots of choc’lates for me to eat,
Lots of coal makin’ lots of ‘eat.
Warm face, warm ‘ands, warm feet,
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Oh, so loverly sittin’ abso-bloomin’-lutely still.
I would never budge ‘til spring
Crept over me windowsill.
Someone’s ‘ead restin’ on my knee,
Warm an’ tender as ‘e can be.
Who takes good care of me,
Oh, wouldn’t it be loverly?
Loverly, loverly, loverly, loverly

All I want is a wireless-enabled laptop
And a treehouse, and
chewy chocolate-chip cookies and pink
lemonade to live on.
All I want is to
live in a house of books
And write ones to add
to them and
Win a Big Prize.
All I want are fifty babies
And to dance the salsa at my
seventy-fifth wedding anniversary
wearing red high heels.
All I want is to have
lots of pets, and
friends over for dinner
Twice a week.
All I want is to swim
in a clean, blue ocean
as much as I can, to
be able to see all the
stars in the sky at night and
To have enough flowers
to fill up a lawn, a house, a blazer
and the mailbox.
All I want are windows that really
open, roses that smell good,
laughter that comes from a belly and
watches you pass on for

Wouldn't it be loverly?

Mina at 11:41 AM


Tuesday, November 02, 2004

she's got her a
of baby, juicy
them-flesh pointed
(ready, set,

i could eat her, bite
her like a peach
- mouthful of
soft sweet skin

she's just so


nine months

Mina at 5:53 PM


Monday, November 01, 2004

sitting in class. a

s t r e t c h i n g

over my empty insides- i
(perhaps this light
head will take me

for God

Mina at 2:12 PM