Friday, March 31, 2006

What a piss-off!! As it so happens, some Indian quoted a letter I wrote to The Nation on the dumbass KPT fountain in Karachi as an instance of "Some Pakis who think Pakistan suck$ " on Chowk!!!! And not for a coherent academic or whatever argument, but as part of a pubescent online mud-slinging fest between a Pakistani and an Indian!! What the!!! How dare you! The government is stupid but that doesn't mean...and you can't just....without permission...GRRRR!!! I don't like this ONE LITTLE BIT!

Mina at 6:36 PM

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

she talks, tilting her head. coquette
hair flicks itself back and forth as
her mouth flies pinkly
over words and smiles

he stands in front of her, closer
than he need be
(she pretends not to
notice, wrapt
in the performance; he
can smell her- distance,
and shampoo)

and just stares

Mina at 3:25 PM

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Monday, March 27, 2006

"that's a stupid password."
"hehehehe but it's funny!"

"what's 'gorpy'?"
"i don't know, it's just a word i like to think i invented."

"what do you want to title it?"
"i don't know....eik to i hate this split-second thinking of something meaningful."
"why not that?"
"why not what?"
"'split-second thinking of something meaningful'!"
"ooooo....why not!!"

Mina at 12:31 PM

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Saturday, March 25, 2006

Mina at 9:56 AM

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Thursday, March 23, 2006

statements my development economics-II class finds uproariously funny

"it's a shame that the middle east has such high population growth figures despite having high per capita incomes."

Mina at 5:00 PM

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Friday, March 17, 2006

so it has been done: the enormous jackie O sunglasses have been BOUGHT!!! WOO HOOOO i say, at the top of my very sore throat! syds and i did a little girly jaunt and got 'em and i am MOST pleased...now to find a digital camera and take a foxy picture :D *does a little dance* yeaayyy hahahaha i put them on, and in my head it goes 'ooooo barracuda' jaisey charlie's angels main hota tha *lol*

i wrote a poem last week. the strange thing in my life is when i write something i don't like, everyone else loves it. and vice versa.

was watching/listening to a harry connick/cormick (google vs. telly name debate) jr. concert on telly the other day and he sung such a lovely song, 'other hours'. i won't post the lyrics but they're here if you want to look.

time for class, must dash

Mina at 8:40 AM

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

When I love
I feel that I am the king of time
I possess the earth and everything on it
and ride into the sun upon my horse.

When I love
I become liquid light
invisible to the eye
and the poems in my notebooks
become fields of mimosa and poppy.

When I love
the water gushes from my fingers
grass grows on my tongue
when I love
I become time outside all time.

When I love a woman
all the trees
run barefoot toward me...

When I Love
Nizar Gabbani

(thank you thank you thank you sidrah)

Mina at 10:03 AM

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Sunday, March 12, 2006

what a really good party! what a great evening: thai chicken special with the girls, and then going dancing! perfect weather, perfect crowd. FUUUN! the only dark spot about it was that it was the first party i've been to without pete :( missed gule too, and jerry... sniff. everyone kept taking photographs; preserving one of the last parties we'll party as a batch.

i had forgotten how pretty you are :P it doesn't matter at the end of the day, but i had.

just finished reading 'agamemnon' and what a marvellous piece it is indeed, although methinks maybe it should have been called clytaemnestra instead. but *rubs her tummy and pats her forehead* much yummy, can't wait to write about it for tomorrow's quiz :D and ooo ooo i also read 'a room of one's own' for literary feminism last week and i think bits of it are going up on the Almaari Space O' Everyday Perusal. what a book, i gave it a standing ovation hehehehee

Mina at 5:20 PM

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Thursday, March 09, 2006

sitting inside the whale, and quite happy to

it annoys me to have a hand-countable number of people in my acquaintance who understand the meaning of rhythm, cadence and image; the weight and beauty of words. you can buy all the books you want but can never be able to sink into the sheer wonder and delight of what language can do. and that is why when you read, you are so busy politicizing it that you forget what literature means, what art is, and why sometimes it doesn't matter what's being said, it's how it's being said that matters the most. am i saying it's okay to be a paedophile as long as you're a lyrical one, leaping into dances with words, sending them shimmering across the page like fingers of light on an ocean at sunrise? is it okay to be suicidal and ruin your children as long as you leave behind filaments of magic, dark songs of haunting beauty? methinks so. i haven't decided about murderers- 'shantaram' is written by a murderer (you kill someone, you're a murderer), so one ponders. but you know things have gone too far when the craft of a work is ignored in order to talk about the polarity of the feminine, or the marxism, or the subversive discourse of the marginalized. for the love of literature, STOP.

Mina at 12:45 PM

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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

i have just come from a most unfruitful jaunt to variety books and have reached the conclusion that their collection in particular is just a random mish-mash of books they scrabble from book fairs and smuggled cartons, and put on the shelves and call themselves a bookstore. if you find treasures like a pristine copy of 'the waves' or a rare, single hardback of 'broken verses' and you snap it up faster than a starving piranha then you are lucky and also intelligent. if you found a beautiful copy of 'the namesake' and left it behind, as you did the cherry-red lusciousness of 'intimacy', then you will forever spend your life scanning their shelves hungrily, hopefully, tragically futilely- reduced to being a pining lover, smote by her own hand. 'tis hopeless. i have yet to find me a copy of either, anywhere.

Necessary Digression Aside, the funny thing is that today as i was having my meagre purchases rung up you will not believe who came to stand next to me: a guy with carefully brylcreemed hair, buying gooshy love cards! HAHAHAHAHAHA! put face-down on the counter (for discretion, i'm sure) but you know how the backs of cards have a little logo on it? yeah well the topmost one had a soppy cupid's bottom-and-flowers, 'yours only everlasting' kind of motif on it that i most bond-girledy eyed surreptitiously while pretending to be turning my enormous earrings to the front again.....hahahahahahha i couldn't stop grinning!! mushy card buyer, mushy card buyer! they just follow me around everywhere hahahahahahahahahaaaa

Mina at 4:50 PM

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Saturday, March 04, 2006

i had a big ranty grumble about how blogs are banned 'cause the ubiquitous 'they' think that they a) can or do or could blaspheme and/or b) will plot to bump off bush/mush in public. excuuuuse me. you aren't allowed to curb freedom of speech because you're afraid of what people might say. how idiotically stupid, this is not preemptive action, it's plain idiocy. it's like killing all the bees just in case they sting. or living in the dark all the time lest the sun give you melanoma. what-ever. so yes, i had a big ranty grumble but then i remembered what i really had to write down which is infintely prettier than our stupidass government who doesn't seem to know that everyone's still blogging away, and that people don't blaspheme so much here in Pakistan. burri baat hoti hai you know.

so the other day cycling with abbu i saw one child of dog, white puppy sitting in the grass behind its mother, looking mighty sleepy. i also saw about six children of woman and man, in varying sizes from medium small to tiny, all golden brown, all of them jogging down the road, arms tucked into their sides, hands balled, chugging away purposefully. they looked like little peanuts with legs, popping out of the entrance to their sehan :)

i'd much rather think of small peanut children in the golden sunlight. one had deep set eyes the colour of honey, flecked thoughtful with caramel. i will miss the peacefulness of this week.

Mina at 12:49 PM

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