Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Placebo blues

the latest news about anti-depressants..rather doubts about their "effectiveness" has me thinking whether raiding that chocolate box (and Munnah bhai's jaadu kee jhapee) would have been a cheaper and more effective option.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008


there are times when I have to suspend my misgivings regarding doing one of the "forwarding something I received" bit but this merits the aberration:

Raat jab shidut-e-zulmat se jul uthee hai nadeem
Log is waqfa-e-maatam ko saher kehte hain

Translated as (and very loosely) by me as:

When the dark of the night is set aflame by the tyranny of suppression
People will mistake upon this brief respite from mourning as dawn

Saturday, February 23, 2008


someone came up with a really good excuse for Bush...he is not dumb, he is "intellectually celibate".

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Who Knew

that cupid's couple would be the Widower and the Bald One?
"We intend to stay together...we intend to be together in principle we have decided to be together" more hug and well they will be posting the banns in Boston.

The Auction Begins

Funny that the same time the bidding for the IPL started (australia is sooo happy, any second rudd is going to step out and hug symonds for going under the hammer for a mill fact as the papers keep on reminding us, everyone Aussie got picked up for their "reserve" price at least even the texter from hell Warnie)..anyways Im yes the same time the cricketers went under the hammer, a bidding of another kind started out in Pakistan...the americans really want us to "buckle down" and make friends..WHEN WILL THEY EVER LEARN!!

Isnt it enough that Pakistanis exhibited that they rejected the beards and voted in ANP ...even in Guns of Taliban-Neverone Swat? so why the worry that we might go our wicked ways if Musharraf and the "Choury sahebs" were to leave? Why this constant manipulation...not that Im a big fan of Maadel Town and the Wicked Widower but to see the chaudhry brothers big and small after a significant portion of the Pakistani population suspended their pessimism and frankly fear of poll violence to vote them out? when does the manipulation and buying of coalitions end? dont we have any say of who we want to be in our team?

In golkamra-land pesho continues to fuss and now I have to follow her around with cushion everywhere so she has a booster seat to look out the different windows and front door....hell hath no fury as a cat scorned.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008


My three worlds continue to entwine...the gentleman we are buying a house from was in the RAF and his first "base" in Asia was Karachi...his group moved to Rawalpindi after that (this is circa WWII) and they proceeded to Gujarat (as in land of Chories big and small) and Calcutta and wierd was that? he should have handed the house keys then and there to some member of my family and spared me the stamp duty.

In other news Pesho finally got her shots, I was more distressed than least she got a chew toy out of the trip and can hide under the bed. I now have to face work and managing the home front on my own for the next month.

I wonder if the House of Saud is going to extend an invite to Castro for his retirement years...the mansion might be getting pretty lonely now that our man Nawaz is back in Model Town.

Monday, February 18, 2008

I Miss Pakistan

Melbourne: or actually the ubiquitous guy in white latha shalwar..hand on heart...madam ho jaaye ga..I guess I have griped about this before... spent most of the morning nursing an ear ache and filling out visa forms in quadriplicate...the girl at the counter melted a little and told me that I could attatch some xerox copies instead of filling out certain bits...then when I was half way home was called back in to fill them out after all. Yaarrgghhh...all this while gman was on the phone updating me about pesho who had a doctor's appointment to get her shots...she has "missed" them twice already..and well in all the confusion today she started pooping in her carrier basket and wimp that he is he took her back home as he said oh she was panting so much. Sure she is...its her get out of the vet's clinic out card. anyways Ive told pesho that two out of her nine life lines is enough so she might be going tomorrow.

In the mean time Melbourne continues to swelter.

Pakistan: PML (Q) QUEUES on its way out...yeaaahhhhh.

golkamra: Im going all square eyed trying to make sense of the Geo News website...I cant stand the tindoo in the studio and his sense of humour but well the election results are music to my ears so I can channel him out. and on the tele (where there is only BBC )my girl crush on Lyse Doucet is back with a vengance.

Sunday, February 17, 2008


There are days when your three worlds converge...a late night screening of Jodha Akbar at Melbourne Central, writing a column in your sleep which on re-reading turns out into the movie "paraphrased" ..waking up this Monday and finding that my editors were gracious enough to change the part when I term Pervez Elahi as brain dead as someone who is lacking his grey matter...ummm cute.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

This Day in History

Melbourne: If a tree in France sheds its leaves Melbournians cant get new trams---transnational networks of foliage and wheels.

Pakistan: further proof that all those Pajhey Key Paaye and the Minister of LAA are not doing much for our taste (buds or otherwise)

Golkamraland: All set to watch Jodhaa Akbar!!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

V- Day 2008

Roses are kitsch

True Love is Just watching a marathon of Friends, Veging Out and A Hug From your Best Friend

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

And then

Australia: Rudd apologizes and Nelson gets it so wrong.
Pakistan:: Nawazu and Zardari BEST FRIENDS FOREVER
Golkamra-land:: Prepared the un-birthday dinner and the countdown to Jake's departure begins...

Monday, February 11, 2008

The Day So Far

Australia: Didgeroos instead of Pax Britannia!! the indigenious community takes part in the official opening of the nation's new parliamentary session...and tomm. Rudd show us that at times Love does mean saying sorry...(Im pretty sure this will be lost on a generation that goes ali mc who?!!)

Pakistan: : Tariq Azizuddin, Pakistan's ambassador to Afghanistan has gone missing before he was due to cross into Afghanistan from Pakistan.

It is Gman's birthday...he will get a voucher for a spa package, that is if he gets home from work. I think its a pretty cool present if I have to say so myself.
Im working on my APD and am getting sick of the application but I dont want a repeat of giving up at the last minute like last year.
Pesho and Jake continue to bond and I dread the tears (mine!) when Jake leaves...I have to see how Pesho takes it, but we are planning on asking for 'visitation' rights so the two keep in to find a lawyer who is ready to do probono work for cats.

I dont know what the fuss is all about...not impressed by his travel luggage....TO...

I love my bro

What The?

Translated as : Dar Mat...Mera Style Hai (Fear Not Its My Style)

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Channel B&B

Methinks it was the tone of the post yesterday that was behind Gman's suggestion that there should be more B&B and less BB and BBC in my life and it should be Pesho's Party and not the fate of People's Party that should busy me.
so today I reintroduced myself to B&B just in time to see Stephanie slap Asheleigh (kapow!), my God the adrenaline rush...Brooke is back with Ridge (again) and Taylor looks pretty plastic.
and Pesho has her brother (Jake!!) the moment they are staring each other down and there is the odd hiss when Jake looks at her food bowl, just a typical Pakistani get together after all eh.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Walking on Shards of Glass

Last night I dreamt that I was walking down the streets of my home town. I was balancing the memories of my years there in cupped hands as I walked on broken glass evading the flames and flying shrapnel that lined the the past months I realise that these streets have silently retreated to the boulevards of my dreams probably in fear of the pandemomium of the present.

Every SMS flashing on my mobile, news alert in my email inbox, flickering images on my TV screen informing me of the recent act of violence in the streets of Pindi cuts a small sliver of me....where I am in Australia the elders tell us that every photograph, a flash of light takes a bit of your life soul away. I wonder if all these acts of hate and terror will eventually erode me completely, there will be a blast on Rawalpindi streets and half way across the world someone will turn around and watch me crumpling into a limpid pool of my dying memories.

Friday, February 01, 2008

The Amazing Adventures of Pesho

Pesho Admired Some Art

Tried Out Her New Bling

Watched The World Go By

And Wrestled A Pesky Friend