I know people in Karachi are fed up of load shedding. They stopped having it in Islamabad quite a few years back, but even when it did happen it usually was in the winters, as far as I can remember. Even if this does sound a bit odd, I remember rather enjoying it when it did happen especially when it was during the night. No electricity meant no television, no computer, no nothing. But it also meant that I wasn’t told to do my homework, or was required to do any chores… heck with the lights out the only thing that you could do was sit down by the blazing heater and munch away on some dry (or not so dry) fruit. Peace of mind is what you got; a great amount of tranquility and silence. The only sounds that may be heard would be of the sporadic movement of traffic nearby and that too was very insignificant. It would be just you and your thoughts.
For someone who likes to think a lot, I don’t have much to show for it. Or maybe I’m thinking about all the wrong things. Maybe what I’m writing (and hence thinking first) right now is of little consequence to future events in time. This may mean that if I were to be erased from the present, the future of the universe would have very little bearing from my absence. But how many of us are really making a difference to the future of this world? I may be a lazy bum sitting at home and not contributing to the GDP of the country but how is that different from someone who is? Yes that person is earning money, probably will get married in some time, have kids, get retired and then, in all likelihood, will kick the bucket. That’s the lifecycle for your average joe. If joe thinks he’s making a difference for future generations he’s mistaken. If it weren’t him, there would be some other joe (lets call him jack) in his place. As far as I see it, me, joe or for that matter jack are all just taking up space in an overcrowded world moving aimlessly on the temporal dimension of existence.
Coming back to load shedding, there were times when it did become frustrating especially when the time clashed with the airing of “Guest House”. But I must admit that was a very long time back (as people familiar with the mentioned program would have realized). My later days were however free from such mind corrupting and moronic hypnosis by state governed broadcasters (meaning I had moved on from PTV to more interesting foreign channels). I can’t even imagine how people in Karachi have to live with load shedding; television would probably be the last thing on their minds. Even during winter Karachi still is flaming hot. But the people do have the benefit of a nice sea breeze blowing away most times of the day. Plus most of corporate Pakistan is in Karachi, so air-conditioning and generators are very common. Not common enough for the common man though.
This has become a particularly digressing post and I don’t think I enjoyed writing it as much as I generally do. Maybe next time I’ll close the lights and think more before I decide to write something…
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Tales from the bus ride...
Last weekend while I was on my way to Lahore, I remembered the many times I used to go back to lums after spending my quarter break at home. I especially remembered the times when I went alone on the bus. I used to occupy my seat rather early and waited to see who would end up sitting next to me, even though it hardly ever mattered since I almost never conversed. Sitting on my seat I would firmly place my eyes on the entrance, observing every person coming in, and evaluating if the person was worthy enough to be sitting next to his highness. More often than not I would be pleading “please, not him”, or start telling myself “maybe I should’ve gone with Ahmad”, or sometimes start wondering why there was always a statistically disproportionate and demographically unrepresentative greater majority of male travelers. Not once in my four years of traveling on the bus have I been accidentally given a seat next to a girl. Maybe that’s because females usually tell the guy giving the tickets that they need a seat next to another female. But given the discriminatory and unbalanced nature of the traveling population, I thought mathematics was in my favor of having at least once being mistakenly seated next to a female, even if it was for a few minutes before an arrangement was made within the bus to restore equilibrium. Not that it would’ve mattered, again. But it still intrigues me to a certain extent.
My trips from Islamabad meant that I usually got money from home while coming back from Lahore meant that I was more often than not running low on reserves. This meant that the midway stop on my way to Lahore would allow me a few snacks; ice cream and chips would be the usual. However, when going in the opposite direction, the stop would only yield a refreshing walk and some time away from the stale and, at times, suffocating air present within the bus. I stopped having the snacks they serve a long time back when I happened to get sick once. I don’t remember even watching the movie they played. Considering I had very little to do for 4 and a half hours, time would pass before I knew it. I guess the trip would give me an opportunity to gather my thoughts and make up plans for the future. As far as I know, those plans would be of very little use later. But then again, most plans are like that.
I remember once a girl I used to like was on the same bus that I was on. Well that certainly was a trip, and to top it, her seat was near mine. I therefore had to activate my anti-social mode to conceal my nervousness, meaning I covered my face with my cap and went to sleep only to find myself after some time covered with drool and sleeping with an open mouth. Embarrassed, I looked around and to my relief found no one even remotely paying attention. But somehow I knew that was going to be the case anyway. It’s funny when people think that the whole world is looking at them when basically no one could care less. I think I could’ve gone to class wearing my pajamas and no one would’ve noticed. Whenever I’ve had a hair cut people around me haven’t been able to tell what exactly is different. It just goes to prove that the only person that is looking at you that closely is you. Knowing this made my nervousness around someone I liked even more irrational. But I guess its one of those things that you know doesn’t make sense but still happens. Like finding stupid toilet jokes funny, or supporting a team to win even when it has very little chance, or getting pleasure out of writing blogs that no one reads. Now I remember how I used to spend my time on the bus….
My trips from Islamabad meant that I usually got money from home while coming back from Lahore meant that I was more often than not running low on reserves. This meant that the midway stop on my way to Lahore would allow me a few snacks; ice cream and chips would be the usual. However, when going in the opposite direction, the stop would only yield a refreshing walk and some time away from the stale and, at times, suffocating air present within the bus. I stopped having the snacks they serve a long time back when I happened to get sick once. I don’t remember even watching the movie they played. Considering I had very little to do for 4 and a half hours, time would pass before I knew it. I guess the trip would give me an opportunity to gather my thoughts and make up plans for the future. As far as I know, those plans would be of very little use later. But then again, most plans are like that.
I remember once a girl I used to like was on the same bus that I was on. Well that certainly was a trip, and to top it, her seat was near mine. I therefore had to activate my anti-social mode to conceal my nervousness, meaning I covered my face with my cap and went to sleep only to find myself after some time covered with drool and sleeping with an open mouth. Embarrassed, I looked around and to my relief found no one even remotely paying attention. But somehow I knew that was going to be the case anyway. It’s funny when people think that the whole world is looking at them when basically no one could care less. I think I could’ve gone to class wearing my pajamas and no one would’ve noticed. Whenever I’ve had a hair cut people around me haven’t been able to tell what exactly is different. It just goes to prove that the only person that is looking at you that closely is you. Knowing this made my nervousness around someone I liked even more irrational. But I guess its one of those things that you know doesn’t make sense but still happens. Like finding stupid toilet jokes funny, or supporting a team to win even when it has very little chance, or getting pleasure out of writing blogs that no one reads. Now I remember how I used to spend my time on the bus….
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Why not to buy an iPOD
I just got an iPOD recently and that too for my father. I heard so much about the iPOD and its ease of use that I thought it would be perfect for my dad, since he finds modern day gadgets to be rather tricky to operate. As you may have guessed, the iPOD didn’t turn out to be the ideal mp3 player for various reasons that I shall elaborate shortly. Anyway, some of these negative elements may seem trivial to some people, but they still are good enough to be listed.
- They don’t even ship in a CD with the box. Considering that you need iTunes to put songs in the thing, you’ll need the internet to download 30 something megabytes worth of iTunes to get started.
- There isn’t even an AC power adapter included. Which means that you need to charge your iPod with your computer (via the usb connecter). And if you, by chance, are traveling and do not have access to a computer, then either dish out some money for a charger, or get yourself a laptop (which would make the iPod redundant anyway!)
- You need iTunes to add and manage your songs. This means that you cannot just add songs from any other pc
- If there’s a song that does not have an album or the id3 tag is not filled, the song will not show in an “unknown album” or under “unknown artist” (like it does in my sony ericsson walkman phone), instead you will have to go through all the songs to find the particular one you’re looking for
- Creating playlists are very tedious without using a computer
- The iPOD uses an internal battery which will have to be replaced by Apple itself in the event that its life has come to an end. This will cost you at least $55. Other cheaper alternatives are available, but it still doesn’t change the fact that it requires more effort on part of the user
There are many, many more but I’m too sick and tired to bother listing them all down. In conclusion, Apple is overcharging people for something that isn’t worth the money at all.
Saturday, March 10, 2007
To buy or to sell?
I see a number of people trying to look sophisticated when going through the stock market index on television or the newspaper. I have my own index that I follow… it’s the spam count on my gmail account. Yes, that would seem like a foolish thing to do… but it’s more darn interesting than all three of Pakistan’s stock markets combined. The foremost difference between the two would be that I want the number of spam on my account to be as low as possible, whereas generally the majority of people would want the stock market index to be high.
Most of you would be happy to know that my spam crossed the 1000 barrier just recently. I, though, was a bit disappointed. It hovered around the mark for a few days before coming back to around 800-900, making me believe that the downward trend would continue for sometime. However, it was not long before it ballooned to the region of 1200 and has been around that mark since. Incidentally, that’s about the same number (multiplied by 10) for the KSE index these days. I see a parallel association between the two already. This could only mean one thing… my spam controls the heart of Pakistan’s economy… which, as a significant part of the integrated global economy, can disrupt the lives of millions of people thereby causing irrevocable disturbance to the space time continuum and a possible end to the universe!!! I think I’ll delete my spam some other time…
Most of you would be happy to know that my spam crossed the 1000 barrier just recently. I, though, was a bit disappointed. It hovered around the mark for a few days before coming back to around 800-900, making me believe that the downward trend would continue for sometime. However, it was not long before it ballooned to the region of 1200 and has been around that mark since. Incidentally, that’s about the same number (multiplied by 10) for the KSE index these days. I see a parallel association between the two already. This could only mean one thing… my spam controls the heart of Pakistan’s economy… which, as a significant part of the integrated global economy, can disrupt the lives of millions of people thereby causing irrevocable disturbance to the space time continuum and a possible end to the universe!!! I think I’ll delete my spam some other time…
Monday, January 22, 2007
Going to office...
It’s been well over a year since I last wrote something for my blog. Now that I am once again unemployed and have very little to do, I can write some of my incoherent and pointless commentaries on life.
I remember that when I was little I wanted to become a scientist. There were a few of my mother’s old college books on our bookshelf and I happened to come across one called “Principles of Political Science” by R. N. Gilchrist. Wanting to become a scientist and having the enthusiasm to start early, I picked up the book and started reading, not knowing that political science wasn’t really the science I was looking for. Well, it didn’t really do much harm as I don’t remember going beyond the first page and even what I read probably didn’t register one bit. (For those of you who think that I was being really stupid, may I point out that I was very young… who am I kidding, my blog doesn’t have an audience… hahaa…)
Then came the time when I wanted to become a doctor. The reason that I remember was that I thought doctors were usually very rich and also that I could help some people. Then I took some biology classes and by the time my O’levels had ended, it was over. I think I would need to be at least twice as smart as I am right now to become a good doctor. My father always wanted me to become one, and I really didn’t want to disappoint him but I guess it wasn’t to be. If I could do it all over again, I would like to make a good attempt at it again. I have a lot of respect for doctors; they go through a lot during medical school and then after, during housejobs and what not, before they can actually call themselves doctors. And even when they have the doctor badge on their coats it’s not all that rosy for them, there is a lot of hard work and nightshifts involved. But in the end, I think they’ll get what they truly deserve. God bless them all.
Anyway, after the doctor phase had passed came the time when I wanted to do something in computer sciences. The inspiration came mostly from my elder brother and also from two of my cousins. I used to have an image of the computer guy as the cool dude with the pony tail hacking his way through the pentagon computers, or making cool computer games in a makeshift office while making it big at the same time. But as university passed, it became quite clear to me that I wouldn’t want to do this for the rest of my life.
So what is it that I want to do? That is the million dollar question. Sometimes I think that this isn’t really the way it happens in life. You try to get what you can and then hope it’s the thing you want to do. Sometimes I think that I take so many things for granted. I just hope that I don’t eventually do something that I regret later in life, having so many regrets already.
Ok so there is one thing… but I don’t think people take it too seriously. No, I don’t want to become a sensory deprivation research subject… I was thinking more on the lines of a sports writer / journalist (For those of you who don’t know, I have another blog called “theslogblog”… again I’m assuming that I have an audience). Now that is something I wouldn’t mind doing day in and day out. Imagine, to get paid just to watch cricket all day and then writing about it. That is my dream job.
I guess that’s why they call it a “dream” job. But then again, some dreams do come true…
I remember that when I was little I wanted to become a scientist. There were a few of my mother’s old college books on our bookshelf and I happened to come across one called “Principles of Political Science” by R. N. Gilchrist. Wanting to become a scientist and having the enthusiasm to start early, I picked up the book and started reading, not knowing that political science wasn’t really the science I was looking for. Well, it didn’t really do much harm as I don’t remember going beyond the first page and even what I read probably didn’t register one bit. (For those of you who think that I was being really stupid, may I point out that I was very young… who am I kidding, my blog doesn’t have an audience… hahaa…)
Then came the time when I wanted to become a doctor. The reason that I remember was that I thought doctors were usually very rich and also that I could help some people. Then I took some biology classes and by the time my O’levels had ended, it was over. I think I would need to be at least twice as smart as I am right now to become a good doctor. My father always wanted me to become one, and I really didn’t want to disappoint him but I guess it wasn’t to be. If I could do it all over again, I would like to make a good attempt at it again. I have a lot of respect for doctors; they go through a lot during medical school and then after, during housejobs and what not, before they can actually call themselves doctors. And even when they have the doctor badge on their coats it’s not all that rosy for them, there is a lot of hard work and nightshifts involved. But in the end, I think they’ll get what they truly deserve. God bless them all.
Anyway, after the doctor phase had passed came the time when I wanted to do something in computer sciences. The inspiration came mostly from my elder brother and also from two of my cousins. I used to have an image of the computer guy as the cool dude with the pony tail hacking his way through the pentagon computers, or making cool computer games in a makeshift office while making it big at the same time. But as university passed, it became quite clear to me that I wouldn’t want to do this for the rest of my life.
So what is it that I want to do? That is the million dollar question. Sometimes I think that this isn’t really the way it happens in life. You try to get what you can and then hope it’s the thing you want to do. Sometimes I think that I take so many things for granted. I just hope that I don’t eventually do something that I regret later in life, having so many regrets already.
Ok so there is one thing… but I don’t think people take it too seriously. No, I don’t want to become a sensory deprivation research subject… I was thinking more on the lines of a sports writer / journalist (For those of you who don’t know, I have another blog called “theslogblog”… again I’m assuming that I have an audience). Now that is something I wouldn’t mind doing day in and day out. Imagine, to get paid just to watch cricket all day and then writing about it. That is my dream job.
I guess that’s why they call it a “dream” job. But then again, some dreams do come true…
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
about:blank
blank, n. 1. an empty or featureless space. 2. a vacant or uneventful period.
I am, so it seems, suspended in a vacuum of nothingness living to the dark times of oblivion. But then again, everything is ‘blank’ before it becomes something. The ‘Mona Lisa’ was once a piece of blank canvas. The pyramids were nothing more than vast lands of ‘blank’ and uninteresting desert. And the most brilliant ideas usually come from a blank stare at the wall. Many philosophers including Locke and Aristotle believed the newborn human mind to be a ‘tabula rasa’ or a clean slate, with sense perception and everyday experiences filling it as years go by.
With so much time already gone, the blank space still appears to be as blank as ever. This void needs to be filled sooner rather than later before the canvas becomes stale and useless. There is hope, however, that one fine day nothing will remain of this nothingness but the sheer brilliance of van Gogh or the genius of da Vinci.
I am, so it seems, suspended in a vacuum of nothingness living to the dark times of oblivion. But then again, everything is ‘blank’ before it becomes something. The ‘Mona Lisa’ was once a piece of blank canvas. The pyramids were nothing more than vast lands of ‘blank’ and uninteresting desert. And the most brilliant ideas usually come from a blank stare at the wall. Many philosophers including Locke and Aristotle believed the newborn human mind to be a ‘tabula rasa’ or a clean slate, with sense perception and everyday experiences filling it as years go by.
With so much time already gone, the blank space still appears to be as blank as ever. This void needs to be filled sooner rather than later before the canvas becomes stale and useless. There is hope, however, that one fine day nothing will remain of this nothingness but the sheer brilliance of van Gogh or the genius of da Vinci.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
turn on the heat, baby!
I thought the summer would be fun. I even made a list of things I planned on doing (see 'The Graduate'). As you would have guessed, I have yet to complete, or should I say, even start anything. As always, I have something to blame it on... it's too damn friggin' hot!
All this heat and not going outdoors and practically doing nothing leaves me with the telly again. Sigh. Everytime I come back home, I promise myself to minimize my television viewing but I eventually end up doing nothing but stare at the idiot box. But I must admit, I am enjoying it to a certain degree. There are a number of shows that I can't wait to watch everyday, namely 'the Drew Carey show' and 'who's line is it anyway'. And then there's all that sport going on. Let me see... Wimbledon, cricket in England, Formula 1, the confederations cup... its too much to ask for!
With the Ashes coming up I think its going to be one hell of a series. England, after a really long time can give some fight to the Aussies, but I still think that Australia hold the upper hand. It more or less comes down to how England play McGrath and Warne. One thing England desperately lacks is a quality spinner in their ranks, Ashley Giles is no where near quality. Isn't Ashley a girl's name? Anyway, I can't wait for the Ashes to start... atleast I'll have something substantial to watch on tv, instead of flippin' channels all day.
Yes, yes... surfing channels is the best way to pass on the summer and to beat the heat.
One thing I am ashamed of is that I have started liking orkut. Every night I log on to it, quietly hoping that some one has scrapped me a two-line message asking me how my job hunt is going. I am certainly not an addict as yet, infact, I don't quite understand what is there to get addicted to. Its all quite boring after a few minutes of clicking and viewing. However, orkut has definitely become the latest addition to my daily online routine.
All this heat and not going outdoors and practically doing nothing leaves me with the telly again. Sigh. Everytime I come back home, I promise myself to minimize my television viewing but I eventually end up doing nothing but stare at the idiot box. But I must admit, I am enjoying it to a certain degree. There are a number of shows that I can't wait to watch everyday, namely 'the Drew Carey show' and 'who's line is it anyway'. And then there's all that sport going on. Let me see... Wimbledon, cricket in England, Formula 1, the confederations cup... its too much to ask for!
With the Ashes coming up I think its going to be one hell of a series. England, after a really long time can give some fight to the Aussies, but I still think that Australia hold the upper hand. It more or less comes down to how England play McGrath and Warne. One thing England desperately lacks is a quality spinner in their ranks, Ashley Giles is no where near quality. Isn't Ashley a girl's name? Anyway, I can't wait for the Ashes to start... atleast I'll have something substantial to watch on tv, instead of flippin' channels all day.
Yes, yes... surfing channels is the best way to pass on the summer and to beat the heat.
One thing I am ashamed of is that I have started liking orkut. Every night I log on to it, quietly hoping that some one has scrapped me a two-line message asking me how my job hunt is going. I am certainly not an addict as yet, infact, I don't quite understand what is there to get addicted to. Its all quite boring after a few minutes of clicking and viewing. However, orkut has definitely become the latest addition to my daily online routine.
Friday, June 10, 2005
The Graduate
Well, I've filled out my Graduate Audit Form (GAF) or the 'FAG' as Butti likes to call it. 180 units; no more, no less. I am officially a graduate now. What does it feel like? The same, more or less, except for the fact that I don't have to take any classes or check if I've successfully registered in all of my courses. Its a feeling of achievement and sorrow mixed together. Four of the most enjoyable years of my life have now come to an end.
Lets not get all too dramatic here. It's just another phase of life passing by. Its like when your dad sold off the old family car, the one you really loved, to get a better model. Its an upgrade. But you can't help but feel a bit gloomy. Im sure it'll pass by, just like everything else has so far.
Well, enough crying. I have somewhat of a plan for when I get back to Islamabad. There are a few things that I have in mind that I shall be doing when I get there (which should be Monday). Lets have a look at them.
1. Find a job. Aaaaaaaarrrgh. Something I have to do, regardless of anything. Preferably in a multi-national company paying me 40,000, with all the other benefits of a car, utility bills and a cell phone. Seriously, I could do with just the car :]
2. Turn my foxy into a sex-machine. I can't help it, I have a thing for beetles. OK, I'll admit that I have very little knowledge of how cars work, but this summer baby, it'll be just me and my foxy.
3. Axe myself to death. No, I don't mean it literally. I meant playing my beautiful shiny black guitar all summer. This time, I seriously am going to go crazy.
4. 24 24/7. Yeah, Im loaded with all 4 seasons of 24. Ill be watching that day and night, and when I'll run out of 24, then there is always the 4 seasons of scrubs that are also waiting to be watched.
5. GRE Prep. I know I have this in my list, and it probably has the least preference amongst all the other things that I have planned out but after thinking about it realistically, I have solemnly admitted that I may not have relinquished the status of a student for the last time. I will probably have to do my Masters in the near future, and I need to prepare for it.
Planning, Planning. I do it every year, every month, in fact every week. How much does go according to plan is a separate story. To be honest, I know that I'll be doing jack in the next few months. But let's see, this time I might end up with a 40k job!
Lets not get all too dramatic here. It's just another phase of life passing by. Its like when your dad sold off the old family car, the one you really loved, to get a better model. Its an upgrade. But you can't help but feel a bit gloomy. Im sure it'll pass by, just like everything else has so far.
Well, enough crying. I have somewhat of a plan for when I get back to Islamabad. There are a few things that I have in mind that I shall be doing when I get there (which should be Monday). Lets have a look at them.
1. Find a job. Aaaaaaaarrrgh. Something I have to do, regardless of anything. Preferably in a multi-national company paying me 40,000, with all the other benefits of a car, utility bills and a cell phone. Seriously, I could do with just the car :]
2. Turn my foxy into a sex-machine. I can't help it, I have a thing for beetles. OK, I'll admit that I have very little knowledge of how cars work, but this summer baby, it'll be just me and my foxy.
3. Axe myself to death. No, I don't mean it literally. I meant playing my beautiful shiny black guitar all summer. This time, I seriously am going to go crazy.
4. 24 24/7. Yeah, Im loaded with all 4 seasons of 24. Ill be watching that day and night, and when I'll run out of 24, then there is always the 4 seasons of scrubs that are also waiting to be watched.
5. GRE Prep. I know I have this in my list, and it probably has the least preference amongst all the other things that I have planned out but after thinking about it realistically, I have solemnly admitted that I may not have relinquished the status of a student for the last time. I will probably have to do my Masters in the near future, and I need to prepare for it.
Planning, Planning. I do it every year, every month, in fact every week. How much does go according to plan is a separate story. To be honest, I know that I'll be doing jack in the next few months. But let's see, this time I might end up with a 40k job!
Monday, April 11, 2005
hello Mr.Hyde!
Everything has a dark side. Even the moon does. So it shouldn't be strange for you to find out that I have one too.
Somedays I wake up with the sounds of birds chirping and a nice cold breeze flowing in through the room. That usually sets up the mood for the day. Nothing can stop me from having a great day.
But sometimes when I wake up, the same birds seem to be a big pain in the ass. Nothing seems nice. Everything is painted black. I hate everyone. I'd rather sit alone in my room and curse every fucking person I know. Every little thing that has happened to me over the previous days keeps on resonating in my mind. Everything said to me, all the fun that had been made of me, everytime someone had failed to give me the respect I deserved, all these thoughts keep on flaring up.
You may not notice it, but Mr.Hyde's there right inside me, getting madder by the minute, trying to break free from the mask that he's wearing. Somedays I fear he really will come out for every person to see in all his true colors.
But most days I just go to sleep hoping that the next morning I would be woken up by some birds chirping in their playful vigor and showing me that Mr.Hyde has taken the day off. But for how long?
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."
Somedays I wake up with the sounds of birds chirping and a nice cold breeze flowing in through the room. That usually sets up the mood for the day. Nothing can stop me from having a great day.
But sometimes when I wake up, the same birds seem to be a big pain in the ass. Nothing seems nice. Everything is painted black. I hate everyone. I'd rather sit alone in my room and curse every fucking person I know. Every little thing that has happened to me over the previous days keeps on resonating in my mind. Everything said to me, all the fun that had been made of me, everytime someone had failed to give me the respect I deserved, all these thoughts keep on flaring up.
You may not notice it, but Mr.Hyde's there right inside me, getting madder by the minute, trying to break free from the mask that he's wearing. Somedays I fear he really will come out for every person to see in all his true colors.
But most days I just go to sleep hoping that the next morning I would be woken up by some birds chirping in their playful vigor and showing me that Mr.Hyde has taken the day off. But for how long?
"There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark."
Friday, April 08, 2005
My Time Machine
Its amazing how listening to an old song can transport you back to a certain time or place which has some significance associated with the song. Complete memories storm back into mind.
We three brothers always had an issue when it came on deciding which cassette was to be played on the car stereo. Many fights have been fought over time.Then there was the time when the family went to a picnic. I can't really remember where the place was, just that it was very nice. And then came the ride back home, there was bound to be a fight on the selection of audio. I had recently bought Dire Straits' Money for nothing, and naturally, I voted for it to be played. Surprisingly, there was very little opposition, and we went all the way back home listening to the same album.
It was probably the first time I had listened to 'Telegraph Road', and now whenever I listen to the song again Im transported back in time to the same place. It was one of those rare times when a family outing ended without much incident and at the end of it all, we were back home happy and content. Its probably why 'Telegraph Road' always brings about a certain degree of joyfulness whenever I play it.
I think its time for me to take another trip back in time...
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road
Thursday, February 24, 2005
On fast forward...
You think the quarter has just started, and you have the final exam schedule sitting right there in your inbox. Its the same story every quarter, you think of making amends, getting your GPA right, or atleast doing something constructive, but after 3 months you are exactly in the same position as you were before, if not worse off.
Yes, the exams are here and there's pretty much nothing to do, again! The exam week is going to be over as quickly as it came, so will the quarter break, and I'm suspecting nothing will be different next quarter.
I hate it when time flies.
Life is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing on the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
Yes, the exams are here and there's pretty much nothing to do, again! The exam week is going to be over as quickly as it came, so will the quarter break, and I'm suspecting nothing will be different next quarter.
I hate it when time flies.
Life is a train
Makes the future the past
Leaves you standing on the station
Your face pressed up against the glass
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