Reading is so much fun. I think I need to join a book club for keeping my “reading glasses” on. Any recommendations?
The game is over. Football. Correction, the ball was a spool of soldering wire. It is 5 pm in the evening. The sun has set. I didn’t see it for the blinds of the lab are covering the windows. We have been here since 12.30. It has been one long long day. Project submission days are like that. The wait has no end. Feels like that, though.
About three minutes ago, the lab was alive. The boys kicked and chased a spool of soldering wire round the Electronics Lab. It was contagious, naturally. More joined in.
Three minutes and after all this waiting, I looked at the lab, at my classmates; these faces are familiar: hey I know this guy, I know this girl but then when I really looked, they seemed alien.
What really do I know about them? I thought, how five years from now, we will remember this evening. We will remember this wait. We will remember being stuck on a Friday in the same room with so many people yet we would be scattered everywhere years later ; having not even a clue where any one is. But yes, we would wonder. We would wonder when it would rain and we would sip on our cup of chai and contemplate the little things of life and the feelings that we felt. We will wonder then.
This is a story of TGIF. A little late. But, not too much, Pun, intended. Absolutely.
Why is there no news about the today’s strike? How is Rawalpindi? Why doesn’t anyone say anything?
Edit: Yes, there was a strike. I don’t know if it is on-going. The transport of schools and universities never made it to their stops; in fact they took a U-turn and went back. Routes were closed. We stayed home. I believe some schools were closed too. And yet, not a word in the news. It is frustrating.
Yes, we want you back. Karachi, you are adorable.
Here’s a hug for Youtube.
9th November, 2013: Another day with another Pakistani Face. This is Saddam. He goes to school in the morning and sells candies from afternoon to evening. Is found in Liberty Market.
Thought i’d share something from Iqbal today as well:
Khirad ko gulami say azaad kar,
Jawaano ko peero ka ustadh kar.
- Allama Iqbal
Life. As we do not know.
Pakistani soldiers praying near the line of control.
Photography: Steve McCurry, 1999.
While we sleep bay-khabar at night.
But this time it will be different. This time, I will make it.
Putting up a milestone.