Saturday, April 30, 2005happppyyy birthhdaaaayyyy mommmyyyyy :D
Mina at 12:27 PM
Friday, April 29, 2005happy birthday, babe. ten years, i still remember that laugh. love you- but you know that.
Mina at 12:20 AM
Monday, April 25, 2005they are the prettiest things in the world- boy, girl and the baby they made. they are complete in themselves, a separate sub-world that glows with soft lamplight. this is all either of them needs- they're complete, their happiness is a perfect orb of rainbow shimmer, seven colours of changing seasons. something bubbles over in me- much love, much gratefulness for such things still existing in the world, pure joy for their content. Mashallah. i hope it's like that for you alwaysalwaysforever.
Mina at 10:08 AM
Sunday, April 24, 2005breathe in (stopgap snagging on bone and pestiferous cilia, also
blood rushing breathless blurring-by)
oh how quiet, quiet the world can be
when there's just you and little me
everything is clear, everything is new
unspoken: 'tis the face of
clock, intently axemurdering
seconds, minutes, days and tossing them,
Mina at 3:04 PM
sneeze around tissues and underline books onto my
fingers, making them mine like the reclaiming of blood from
mosquitos smashed onto my fingertips
Mina at 1:48 AM
~ zain on afghan geography. best sentence i've heard in a while.
Mina at 1:45 AM
Saturday, April 23, 2005oh dear, my darlings; 'tis such an amusement watching you two skirt around
the obvious as if it were candlelight to your moth-dust! i, who
lives in the atom, i of all
the people in the whole wide world can see into the corners of your eyes as you
look at each other surreptitiously, hiding behind
fingers, beringed, a little hairy, it's like
watching the birth of the
world, first rain of a new cloud, soles of babyfeet
something rare and
as a jewel but infinite as the sky, endless
purity as you lean into her neck
to catch a whisper. you two smile misty
love in the time of stats
Mina at 7:42 PM
~ from 'Women in Love', by the much misconstrued D.H Lawrence
Mina at 7:04 PM
Friday, April 22, 2005there's a hole in my house. the cooler's gone to have mysterious things done to it so there's a hole in the side of my house. there's an aandhi rustling about in the eucalyptus. i like the hole, if there weren't a fan in the way i'd sit in it and dangle my legs out and wonder who else is looking at the moon right now
Mina at 10:48 PMtrailer for Hitchhiker- this one's for you, blueroses ;)
randomness: i love aunty n and uncle h, they're two of my most favourite people in the whole world! they are the coolest sister-and-brother i know, by a long stretch...they're just dasti. yay!
not mad any more. syds is a wise old bird.
Mina at 12:47 AM
Thursday, April 21, 2005*bleeeeeeeeeeeeeep* *bleepin' bleepity bleepbleepbleep* ohhh i'm sooo maaddddddddd
AND there's a STINKY FART sitting behind me, and his disgusting unwashed onion saraind is hanging in the air like a cloud of toxic mustard gas, EEE-YEW! they should send people who smell bad to jail :P you're not a poor homeless sod with no money but a rich asshole who's studying at the elitest, expensivest university in the province and you can't take a shower, use deodrant and wear clean clothes? how much does it take?! aarrgghhh i want to throw rocks at him YEH GUNAH HAI MUSSALMANS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO SMELL BAD AND I'M TELLING THE TRUTH :P
I HATE CONTROLLING MY TEMPER DEALING WITH SOMEONE WHO REALLY DESERVES A BLASTING (although directing that temper at someone else, i.e smelly gutter-man behind me is satisfying)!!!
AND THE STINKY ASSWIPE HAS THE SAME RINGTONE AS I DO! IT JUST RANG!
aagghhhhh this is exactly like the day i started using 'effer' actively, GRRAAHHHHH! cretinous maggot, i hope all your teeth fall out and someone chains you to a lightning rod next time it rains :P and to steal and modify slightly something a friend coined, i hope all your skin peels off and grows back and gets peeled off again with a...a...VEGETABLE PEELER :P a BLUNT one :P
Mina at 2:52 PM
Tuesday, April 19, 2005Well, then! New Pope, and I was there to see it. Yay! Took two days, this, but when 'they' were deciding on Pius XII, they took so long- thirteen days? something like that- that the meek who were set to inherit the earth got a bit ticked off and attacked the church and tore off the roof and stuff...hahaha that never fails to crack me up, I can so imagine a horde of irritated-as-hell Italians cussing and breaking the door down....abbay $%$^$^%$#&^%!!! Bana bhi do! The tension's killin' us! Grreaaayyaaahhh!!! hehehahahahaa
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Sunday, April 17, 2005the day opens and it is mine; i
claim the silence, the God-breath of
one singing voice and awakening
all the pinkgold and bluemauve
turns everything it touches
newborn magic of the
Mina at 11:44 AM
Saturday, April 16, 2005blessedness: there are new books, and trifle for dessert and tomorrow is still the weekend and there are poems on the way
Mina at 7:35 PM
Friday, April 15, 2005mubarikain for izza and uzair, the cutest palindromes there are! may you two be the smugest of the smug happy plurals, hamesha :)))
Mina at 11:10 PM
Thursday, April 14, 2005afternoon lies heavy in the air here, swirled into peaks of coolness by swift fans, whirling white devotees of summer. somewhere down the hall, a flute trembles and shivers notes from a set of speakers into the languid, enchanted quiet. women move noiselessly in and out of open doors. some are asleep, some sleepwalk, some prowl quietly on a private agenda. outside the sun leans against the brick and glass, sighing bright, hard arid heat. but here, here it is cool beneath the moisture filtered through dark khas and a continuous drone; a blurred metronome of a lotos eater's consciousness.
Mina at 3:08 PM
Wednesday, April 13, 2005i don't like
gives me a stomach
ache, and a
much unbuckling the
green biker b
feel salty (even
though i get to
Mina at 6:13 PM
Monday, April 11, 2005
my baubles, dubbed thus by syds...preedy!
Mina at 6:00 PM
Mina at 5:56 PM
Saturday, April 09, 2005i want to eat like a mad, mad woman. i want cheese pizza with onions from the 'hut. i want spaghetti bolognese from italian oven in islamabad. i want a strawberry margharita from gunsmoke and OPTP fries. i want potato salad with chopped dill pickles, crusty garlic bread and KFC's squishy corn on the cob. i want baklava. i want some really good naan. i want an aalu ka paratha. i want a pina colada from Freddy's. i want tom yang goong soup. i want the Reenie Special. i want some dark chocolate toblerone. i want shahi tukre, the ones nana's khansamah makes. i want a cinnamon roll and a mocchacino. i want thai chicken noodles. i want those chocolates phuppo gets ammi, with the crunchy minty bits in them. that said, i'm going to eat good old regular dinner. heh.
Mina at 8:07 PM
dark chocolate mnms, a big big bag under the bough, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread and
Thou, beside me singing in the wilderness, O wilderness were paradise enow!
'tis quite enough to make a body go spouting slightly modified omar khayyam every which where.
Mina at 12:00 AM
Friday, April 08, 2005saeed ghazi makes me feel like a bumbling philistine fool who accidentally strayed into his orbit of fantastic buzzing energy of standing slighty bent, rolling over his words with lip-smacking glee, reading a paragraph from the book he bends with abandon, caught in the grip of his passion for the word; putting the book down halfway through the selection and finishing the rest from flawless memory. gleh. it's quite one thing being good in a group of all-rights; 'tis quite entirely another to be the best amongst the best. my consolation is that saeed ghazi would probably make the literature chair at vassar feel like an idiot weaned on trashy potboilers and rhyming-rhyming the sky is falling hear me calling the children are dying they are crying.
Mina at 11:02 PM
to torment me
they roll, peaked cylinders.
bullets fortyfivedegrees of
colour against the lens,
dilating pupil, purple
the purple flowers are not
is here, season of
bright hard edges and
purple notquite to
the purple flowers are never real
Mina at 11:56 AM
Wednesday, April 06, 2005I'M STILL AT UNIVERSITY, IT'S BEEN ALMOST TWELVE HOURSSS, WAAAAHHHHH
Mina at 8:58 PM
Monday, April 04, 2005Arooj has a point when she says that when I be serious on gorpy henceforth, people won't take it in its true spirit because there will be a cape wala Grover on its head. This sounds like it can be true, but I'm sure Grover, like I, gets very annoyed when people don't take him seriously just because he is blue, furry and has a voice that sounds like a squeaky rubber horn-honk. Luckily I don't have the blue fur and the voice but you know what I mean.
The Pope died. He was the first non-Italian pope, being Polish. Inna lillah etc (don't want to mis-type it on the blog and lead millions astray, gasp)...acha hua, he was very ill and doddering ka maqaam aagaya tha. Every time I think of pope I think of the Borgias and the pots of scandal with them, khekheke...what a funny. What a farce. But at least Catholics have one central authority khalifa guy. We don't and we could do with one, methinks. Someone to crack a whip when needed. I was reading a nerve-wracking extract by Ian McEwen and it had a sentence about how democracy is useless in piffy situations. Quite right, anyone who's ever worked in a group should know. Which links to the things whizzing about in my head since yesterday's conference session....how Pakistan needs someone to take its reins and danda-fy everyone into shape. Ironically, who better than a military dictator to do so? But no, the military dictator is a scaredy-cat that leans every which where like a reed in a storm, quite content to twiddle his thumbs and chat with Hamid Karzai at the 23 March parade instead of focus on the slapping into shape of this country that he said he came to do. Talk is cheap, Mush. Sooli pe charhna hota hai, to bring change- which means yes, you could be hung, and the only person who came close to anything of the kind (other than really being hung) was Zulfiqar Bhutto. But you could also be the saviour of your country. Heroes have it hard, but what a hero leaves behind is bigger than anything you or I could put together. They leave behind hope, an example, the spirit of revolution...and a new sky from whence to go forth into that good night, fighting all the way. Quaid-e-Azam is still revered, and he gave up so much to bring this country to light. Never mind who did what, whether it was supopsed to happen or not, whether Congress cornered him into it. Whatever the reason, he saw it through, despite a personal life falling apart, despite tuberculosis. He's a hero. It doesn't matter if he was a liberal, if he couldn't speak a word of Urdu, if he drank or ate pork. He made something happen, and that is a phenomenon that will always be larger than life. The 'system' is irretrievable, decayed beyond re-construction. What we really need is someone to kick out the remains and put in its place a new way of doing things, which really makes me think that maybe this Communist wave will do Pakistan some good. After all, there's nowhere to go from here but up :)
Mina at 10:51 AM
Saturday, April 02, 2005surrrprrriiiseeee :D
Mina at 11:26 AM
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