Since Friday morning I have been hoping for the Sunday morning. Baray abu promised to bring puri cholay, and boy when I went downstairs, all my cravings were put to rest. What a lovely desi breakfast we had. Now, I am tipping slightly on dhabaay wali chai.
Here’s to the Sunday we all crave and may your breakfasts be grandly satisfying! And here’s to the grandparents of the world without whom it would have been less charming dinner and supper times.
Charlie Day’s Merrimack College Commencement Address. [x]
I’ll be reblogging his words. Thank you Charlie!
Thank you for being the place where I have a cup of chai in hand and where I unwind, looking at those charming sets of photographs filling up my dashboard; Oregon, Halifax, somewhere in America, a street in Pakistan, a journal entry. This is where I am home.
Anonymous said: Ahem Ahem , Name ? Location ? Age ?
Agent 47, Outside your window. 47.
Back to basics. Back to the classes after that 15 minute chai break. Break to back-breaking in the lab. Back to the corridors reeking of activity and challenge. Back to where we started from - three years ago. One more year to go. Here we go again.
- From the department of Mechatronics Engineering.
Scribbling it on my bucket list; the size of that bubble!
I saw Kahaani in the frosty month of January 2013. Little did I know that by the end of the year I would have watched it about fifty times already.
The film works for a number of reasons; it is a proper blend of a gripping story, powerful performances, convincing dialogue replete with meticulous filmmaking which often appears to be effortlessly immaculate. The success owes much to the use of…
Prime Minister Nawaz Sharif in a meeting with political parties at the PM House in Islamabad via Tribune.com.pk
Look at the picture of Mr.Jinnah. Do you ever feel a lump caught in your throat? That of sheer sadness because of gravity of the relentless situation? I do. I feel that lump every time I see a picture of Mr.Jinnah and I compare it with the leaders that we have of today. It kicks my emotional gut with an utmost penetrating blow. I wish he could have stayed longer with us. Anyway, what is, is. I keep a reminder - whenever I begin to surrender to the political crisis and drama - I look and it and tell myself why it is worth looking forward, why it is worth rubbing my nose raw, why it is worth living here because, Pakistan.
What. What. What.
Just conclude already. We do not need any bloodshed, any more.
Capital under scrutiny and alarm.
'Some nomads are at home everywhere. Others are at home nowhere, and I was one of those'
I am still somewhere between Alice Springs and the Indian Ocean. Fantastic film, this.
vardadar said: Mehreen! I've been stalking you :P I read all about your NERC adventures. Look at it that way. There is always next time and life has better things waiting :) <3
Oh, my. Your message made my day. It is always such a pleasure to know that someone read what I wrote. And I, fondly, wrote about NERC as you must have noticed from my outpour; the piece had to be divided into three parts so that it didn’t look like a tiny novella.
The NERC experience is revered by me. It hit me good but heck, what is life if the road is smooth and there are no challenges? I am ready for more. Boogie woogie!
Hope you are doing well.
Slough Creek. photo by nick hopper
I would like to see the Raheem Yar Khan one.