Friday, December 30, 2005

i dance a chicken into the lounge, the house is lit up

banno terey abba ki oonchi haveli banno main
dhoondta chala aya

the thaali looks beautiful. the green, silver and pink paisley is mine

main to phulwa pehnani aayi raat re
hogayi raat re, aadhi raat re

a: "the b2 goes la-la on frequency X at 70 degrees HAHAHAHA"
b: "that wasn't even funny"
c: "the sound radar will increase decibel with attention HAHAHAHA"

pyari amma ne aaj mujhay bheja
yeh peela jora, yeh harri harri

"min, i'm getting married tomorrow"
i know! it sunk in singing...but in a happy way

qasni dupattay walieye
munda aashiq terey te
dulhan begum is radiant in yellow
haathon main daula, dauley sa
qalaqand saiyyan chaat rahey they
i love the way everyone sparkles, and that i can catch it
jo main hoti raja tori dulhaniya
matak rehti raja torey bangley peh

they're singing your song ;)

Mina at 11:54 PM


Thursday, December 29, 2005

happy birthday raabert the crazy llama! detective supreme nosey parker silent laugher foot-clapper kitchen dancer people identifier, you can always always have my last chip. love you for infinity, lifetime, across space and ocean and sky and ego and 'why're you wearing MY shirt?!', may you always have life's best happinesses and fullest contentments and fish crackers always near at hand ;) *mwaahhh*

Mina at 1:52 PM


Wednesday, December 28, 2005

i have changed my phone. the red 3310 has been laid to rest. i feel kind of sad about it..that phone and i have had so many adventures! i got it when i was going to start college, and now that i'm finishing it it's the end of the ghisa-pitta 3310 too. good old phone, sidekick in adventures evil and fun, conduit of crazies, messenger of happies and sads. i will miss you. there will be many more firsts with the new phone but it's got a high bar to match :)

Mina at 7:42 PM


Monday, December 26, 2005

tonight i'm singing to myself.

Mina at 9:37 PM


Sunday, December 25, 2005

Merry Christmas to everyone who is celebrating it,
and for the ones who aren't, Happy Quaid-e-Azam day
and for the ones who aren't celebrating either, Happy Sunday ;)

Mina at 1:52 PM


Friday, December 23, 2005

i just had the funniest adventure ever!! i was at shehla khala's and needed a ride to campus, and one-hair had gone off to get petrol so i am waiting in the verandah and it turns out that he went to get gas not for the civic but the daala!!! at this point i must clarify that the daala is not your average miskeen tin-can little pickup; it is a hulking, battered blue monster truck that rumbles and growls like the hippopotamus in james and the giant peach, and the horn is no ordinary truck horn, but a SIREN (i kid you not, it WAILS like an ambulance)!!!! understandably the cook and the guard are having their misgivings about my delicate flower self climbing aboard this tank but the delicate flower was close to being late for a quiz so she marched up to the machine, swung herself into the front seat and was carried off in said chariot. one-hair drives like a maniac, and thus i found myself about ten feet from the ground in a rumbling, roaring truck as one-hair skilfully sirened and flash-lighted his way down the street, plowing down cycle wallahs and pedestrians and the one cultus whose passengers turned around to gawk at the menacing steed of the gods blast by. this growling elephantine truck then zoomed onto campus, where i jumped off (literally, the truck is enormously high) at the front entrance to a parting squawk of the siren horn and a friendly engine growl and the incredulous gawps of the thin dupatta-head-covered girls wafting about the stairs. i then laughed all the way to class- this is just my kind of adventure :D who needs a ruksh when you can have a daala? hahahhaa i gotta get me a monster truck!

a homerism from yesterday's episode:
"oh nooooo! i'm a rageaholic!! i can't live without rageahol!!!"

Mina at 6:19 PM


Monday, December 19, 2005

kal ka post
the girls rocked! woo hoo! i wallked- okay no, ran- in to ehsan in the strobe lights staying alive with much pizzazz (impressive) and ended with ahmed shah bringing the house down with his rendition of are you gonna be my girl, (superduper funky; great band and who'da thought brian the messenger had a voice like that?! bauhat aala) but me girls were super! so confident and la la, yeaay i'm so proud, Z and i were going to self-combust in nervousness for them but it all went very well at the end of the day :) and saed also came for a surprise and yayness all around. ab the story of how i got there is one that is highly my only sad is that i missed noon singing shape of my heart, he does it so well keh Allah bachaye. must get mp3.

and anyone who remembers BP bubble bar please raise your hand; A and H are burgers who don't know anything...bp bubble bar, sub se acha bar, beee-peee bpbubble! geez louise!

you don't need money with a face like that do ya tan tan tan tan tan tan hahahaa!

i have conquered the reading. let it not be said that mina spent her weekend lafantarfying, but indeed studying! bruhuhahaaaa! valmont, no matter how delicious it may be to say the word with proper frenchiness, is a right rapist. tsk. dangerous liasions' characters have the most savoury names....volanges, valmont, danceny...roll around in one's mouth like butterscotch candy.

aaj ka post
today we discussed authority in existentialism. what i don't really understand is why spend time honing genius and putting apostles on their pedestals if at the end of the day the story is all about independence? fine,when you choose a figure of authority you are being autonomous because you are choosing, but why choose at all then? why shouldn't you be your own authority and fine that is nihilism but i'm sure one can achieve a happy enough balance between having some kind of values and not deferring to a fictive have the choice to love him or loathe him but kya faida agar end main you're still living in the king's dominion?!

we won the match!!! we are superstars, next stop world cup :D

sarosh is so cool, other than being really smart and funny she can play the cello, i'm impressed to death. i've always wanted to play the cello. wah bhai, ju are tha most chaayi hui aurat ev-er.

the toitle's name is smee. 'mistah smeee! and just where do you think YOU are going?' i can speako the whole of peter pan with the movie hehe another one of my unsung talents ;)

i wonder if floozer down there has come home yet, the little vagabond! what d'you do with a vagabond anyway, i wonder. like women who married sailors in the old poems- the sea was their mistress, and "a veng'ful and possessive" one that that. methinks adventures in tandem are the bester adventures. that way there are two noses to be thumbed at madame l'eau.

i know why you make me sad- the life you have chosen is cheapening you, and i dislike seeing you barter the clear flame of your light for such meagre, transient satisfactions.

more or less everyone is here from the faaren which is great, i will now commence planning picnic that was put on hold for everyone to arrive. and i have also decided that tammy is my most extremely favourite distantcousin, you are such a good man mashallah if you ever become a cheapster i'll kill you.

g-string and i have plotted an adventure in our car rides to and from shaadis and dholkis. she is going ahead with the before me to scope it out but we are both thrilled and looking forward to the brouhaha.

i miss you. i was trying to devise a way to talk to you but i haven't found one yet. maybe it's too soon to be able to accept that talking to thin air is the closest i'll ever be now.

enough babbling off to bed

Mina at 9:20 PM


Friday, December 16, 2005

now that i'm having a whizz on the shesh-machine that is smulli's lappie (our regular clonker's on the fritz i'm afraid, as is the la sleazy internet cards for a temporary fix) i find i am quite sad that the dell potties didn't ship quasimodo on time. now i'll have to wait until heaven knows when until i can have me my own tippity-tap little machine that runs all fast and the entire hard disk is MINE :O and if i put a password on the thingy then nobody will ever be able to see whatever i store either :O :O WOW! so what if its supposed to be ugly, it'll be so...exclusive!

sunno and 'bina are leaving tomorrow. inshallah because i hope they get there safe and sound, but wahh. i shall miss. i taught the little pudding how to high five :D it's really cute, you go ''bina, high fiiiiive!' and hold our your open hand a little high, and she lights up like a birthday cake and slaps your palm, and then grins in that way babies have, the i-did-something-cool-didn't-i-i'm-a-superstar-although-i-wish-i-knew-exactly-why-this-was-cool-anyway. sure beats 'nosie kahan hai?' ;)

sana, zahra and minu are debuting their musical talent tomorrow inshallah, i'm so proud! i'm also the band manager, Z and i are actually...hehehhe they're singing 'animal instinct'; minu on the semi-acoustic, zahra lead and sana backing vocals...they're really good(Z and i should get matching sunglasses and flip phones now. lol), and at least now when sana sings it every single morning it's for a reason other than just singing depressing lyrics too darn early in the morning.

i'm so tired i'm not tired any more, but i am the clever kind of tired where i won't read dangerous liasions but i'll veg out in front of this screen or watch a movie. duh.

heard sajan after everyone keeps talking about it, and it turns out i have heard it, of course i've heard this one, in fact i heard it for the first time live, the baansri cleaving through my skin, the singer's voice flowing mellow through the cleft. live music takes the mick out of me, from an acoustic guitar on the sidewalk or a concert...kuch ho jata hai, a kind of enchantment...i am no longer there. sajan is driving to university on a grey morning, in the rain..the glass is cool, and my fingertips leave misty half-crescents on it for just a moment.

i'm really good at daydreaming, i find, in detailed Technicolour and surround sound...cooked up the coolest one in islamic spirituality today. wendy, you gotta audit this one, i'm serious. abhi bhi waqt hai. speaking of class, today i had such a big fat question to ask in existentialism that i didn't get to ask so i will get it off my chest here: the difference between fear and dread is that fear is trepidation of the factual and existent, like a lion, and dread is apprehension caused by oneself about something one hasn't experienced a posteriori type. my question is that i don't think fear really exists, it's all dread by that definition because i may be facing a lion, but since i have never been attacked by one, my 'fear' is based on something i haven't experienced, but been told: a lion can gobble you up. that's dread, then, like a fear of hell or padded shoulders coming back into fashion- an anxiety created by oneself about something that you don't know for sure even exists, but believe because someone says so. i must ask this in class on monday.
and shahid hussain said that the imagination and memory and other things in the same vein is only NEURAL SYNAPSES, a host of chemicals fizzing about in one's brain!!! i take great offense to being told that my imagination is only a little electricity and enzymes, jee nahien :P

an adventure, please.

Mina at 11:03 PM


i don't like it when people are rude to people muuuuch older than them just to be a cheeky monkey. this guy in one of my classes was being one when the instructor called him A when in fact his name is B. yeah, so? what's the big deal? the nobel prize folkses will definitely not get your name right on the certificate now, gasp! why did you have to point at yourself, raise your eyebrows and ask 'me?' (when he just pointed at you and said he was addressing your query) and then be all mister cool and say errrr well like my name is B and make the entire class giggle at the instructor? that is so so disrespectful, he's almost old enough to be your grandfather and knows much, much more than you but nooo, you have to get your name right at the expense of his dignity. horrible!

Mina at 1:08 PM


Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Mina at 5:14 PM


Monday, December 12, 2005

ordering la liasions dangerouse. scribble the date on the line, top right
tracking recommendations, little date bottom right on the computer
wonder how far dholki A B and C are from today, check date on watch

the twelfth. it isn't like you hadn't circled it inside your mind.

Mina at 9:53 PM


Saturday, December 10, 2005

'Both Sides Now' ~ Joni Mitchell
(not sure if she wrote these vaisay)
(and i bet blogger won't space this properly either)
(sorry for the mash)
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done but clouds got in my way.
I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall.
I really don't know clouds at all.
Moons and junes and ferris wheels, the dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way.
But now it's just another show, you leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.
I've looked at love from both sides now,
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall.
I really don't know love at all.
Tears and fears and feeling proud to say "I love you" right out loud,
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way.
But now old friends are acting strange, they shake their heads, they say I've changed.
Something's lost but something's gained in living every day.
I've looked at life from both sides now,
From win and lose, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall.
I really don't know life at all.

Mina at 5:58 PM


Friday, December 09, 2005

existentialism is downright fun. i get a little thrill when shahid hussain's voice squeaks on an impassioned 'live, and live dangerously!' or when he shakes his head and gruffly dismisses all neutral people as liars. i get a big fat kick from all his exhortations to 'defeat, and be defeated!' (he doesn't speak without an exclamation mark inflection). it's all so dynamic and dangerous and adventure sounding...don't be afraid of consequences, accept yourself as you are because self-rejection is bad's all really positive, nahien? live, and live dangerously. sartre. i like that. making things you want happen, and there's nothing you can't make happen. you got da powaaah. always pushing a boundary, pushing limits, poking and prodding and phaddafying; insisting on engaging with a world that doesn't necessarily want to engage with you but no! let it shine, let it shine, let it shine. but that's a little iffy also in that it's yucky when people are like arggh dafa ho get out of my space and you're like naee naee let me in la la and throwing shoes at their door and basically being a total turkey...i sounds a little be-izzaty. someone's saying flip off and die and you're like ha nahien karti karlo jo karna hai. hmm. i don't know. i suppose it's all in the way you say it, like that song in ahmed's car that starts "mother, brother, father. iss line main hum tumharey baap lagtey hain" (the boys, they are big fans of chichoray gaanay) and then a lot of remixed weird stuff. but if it's all about being a pain in the arse and letting other people be a pain in yours then i think i'm already an existentialist. no, scratch that, a thinker, and that also only sometimes. but if someone offered me the nobel prize you can bet your last pair of clean chuddies i would take it.

Mina at 1:49 PM


Friday, December 02, 2005

who'm i kidding? wahh :(

Mina at 5:13 PM


for the Brigade and their appendages; my favouritest double-people in the world

true lovers in each happening of their hearts
live longer than all which and every who;
despite what fear denies, what hope asserts,
what falsest both disprove by proving true

(all doubts, all certainties, as villains strive
and heroes through the mere mind’s poor pretend
-grim comics of duration: only love
immortality occurs beyond the mind)

such a forever is love’s any now
and her each here is such an everywhere,
even more true would truest lovers grow
if out of midnight dropped more suns than are

(yes; and if time should ask into his was
all shall, their eyes would never miss a yes)

e e cummings

Mina at 3:03 PM


the good news is that it isn't
a) genetic
b) forever
c) gout (although i had a good laugh at breakfast thinking about that, "what's wrong with your knee?" "oh, must be my gout acting up" hahaha gule would get such a big kick out of that)

the bad news is that

a) i have to 'take it easy' (its means what?)
b) no tennis (boo hoo i really miss wumblewee)
c) no dancing
d) no dancing
e) did i mention no dancing?

until it gets better. i will be good, Great Cartilage Goddess, please make 'until' real soon. and i also love painkillers (which is a sentence i didn't ever see myself oh well at least it isn't anti-depressants hehee)

Mina at 2:28 PM


Thursday, December 01, 2005

so birthday kal thi but the goodies keep pouring in! eishi came with elmo the teeny-weeny blue-grey persian kitty-cat to whom i have bequeathed my heart and the most beautiful pink flowers in the history of flowers, the roses smell like roses. and a card, yay. mummy got me a book that is 'not a birthday present' book but still. it was a book on me bedside when i woke up so it counts. it also means more presents pending hahaha! sana is getting me earrings. daddy and mummy are plotting to get me a *gasp* LAPTOP woo hoo for meeee i shall be a funky little monkey i will :D and i took the GRE today, boo-yah! and my knee really hurts. bauhat zyada. appointment kal first thing buss. and the farsi boy is so pretty he is wearing a green dress shirt with white stripes and a blue stripe in the middle of the white one. but he knows we know he knows we're looking. and i met saphiya, who is soooo pretty in the daylight *lol* it was fun, i was thinking about her and she walked into the door. very karma-cool, i was so surprised i didn't yell 'saapphiiyaaaa!!!' the way i had planned *grin* ochi's post-birthday-meri-pre-birthday-coincidentally party was so much fun, the noon is a good dancer and blueberry don't taste like nothin' it only smell good :P sunno got me diesel perfume that is in a silver dabba shaped like a milk carton (complete with foldy-outy spout thingum) with cows embossed on it, and the bottle is an opaque white, shaped like a milk bottle...isn't that cute and weird? jammie would have a designer field day. model united nationses are so nerdy, i haven't seen so many kids in one place since the last time i went to a school play hehehehe this kid was talking to sarosh the cutie and i said something wisecrack-y and he gave me this *look*, i gave him one right back. twitty little pube, zyada cool na bano, your jacket is way too big for your spindly shoulders *snotty, evil little sniff* main cool bann sakti hoon because i am twanty-too, i am your momma. gstring is driving over today, what a big girl she be now :) all the girlies coming and we're watching a fillum. i think i should go down now and see if puppet's about so i can go cheer up the yaller boy with bottle of bigg apple.

thank you for all the yummy-scrummy blog notes, e-mails, birthday cards (reenie you are the ultimate hahaha), phonecalls (preemptive and otherwise;) ), SMSs, MSN wishes, orkut scraps. barra maza aya :) and for the people who forgot SHAME ON YOU, bye forever.

Mina at 12:22 PM