Time Travelling

So for those of you who don't know nothing about my comic craze, allow me to explain. I love drawing. I have these dreams of becoming a comic artist someday. And NO, I am not one of the sad creatures who wanted to study fine arts but instead are being forced into the murky world of science by the parental body. I simply find the idea of being a doctor plus part-time comic artist, fascinating. So enjoy the bizarre humour of my comics.

Cliches

So yea, we're all taught to frown upon cliches and avoid them at all costs. And nothing is more annoying then having cliched versions of "i told you so!" when you've just flunked a university entrance exam.

But sometimes they're so damn true. Take this for instance,

Grief comes in 5 stages: denial, anger, depression, regret, acceptance.

DENIAL: NO! NO! NO! HOW CAN THIS HAPPEN TO ME! I'M SUPPOSED TO ME SMART! HOW CAN THEY FAIL ME BY 4% *tosses letter aside* this not happening! this is not happening! *starts tearing at hair quite literally*

ANGER: oh so you've rejected me huh? I'll be the best fucking doctor in asia one day and then when you beg me to come work for you I'll spit in your faces! HAH! I'm better then this! I can do so much better! *has no idea what the hell to do* 

DEPRESSION: *lolling around in bed* i wanna diiiiiiiiiiie! *sends emo suicidal text to friend who freaks out and starts texting back like crazy* i was born to loooose! why do people like me exist! *forgets about the exam being held next day*

REGRET: *sits crying at kitchen table in front of mommy* MY FAULT! MY FAULT! I should've worked harder! why didn't i work harder! why did i waste so much time on the computer! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! *bangs down fist hard enough to spray self and mommy with mashed potato bits* I'll never feel like this again! I'll always work hard for what I want!

ACCEPTANCE: will blog about it when it comes -_-


Currently, I'm still hovering between no 3 and 4 with random bursts of hysterical-laughter induced optimism thrown in.

A Japanese dream come true

This incident actually happened quite a while ago, but I thought it worth blogging about since I have nothing else to blog about at present (not writing about drones yet). So the other day I went to the super market to get some stuff. And this was one of those big, fancy markets where all the foreigners come too. I'm standing in front of the chocolates rack and suddenly all these Asians come outta nowhere, like 7 or 8 of em. I almost swooned there and then (LOVE the far east). So anyway, they're standing in front of the racks, and I'm like "Uh excuse me" No response. "EXCUSE ME" NO RESPONSE. Then I say, "Sumimasen?" (excuse me in Japanese). ALL of them turned around to look at me with these wide eyes and shocked expressions. One minute nobody's paying any attention to me, next minute they're gaping at me. Instead of making small talk (THEY'RE ASIANS. HOW COULD I MISS OUT ON THAT OPPORTUNITY), I grabbed the chocolates I wanted and walked away, highly confused by their gaping. 

Such an ultimately spontaneous experience. I will never forget the sheer epicness of that encounter. Ever. Not even when I'm cruising through the sea of Japan on my private yacht.  

Unity

Most Pakistanis, it seems, are born and bred to hate the nation that was once a part of their own. Come any competition and along with a fervent desire to see Pakistan win, we start booing down India. But recently, I found out from a friend across the border that most Indians actually support Pakistan unless they're playing against India. He told me there were so many fans (Indian and Pakistani) who swapped tickets with each other so that they could watch one inning each. And this guy has never once said anything insulting about Pakistan or Islam. Which leaves me wondering, if so many of us common citizens can overcome the hatred of decades, why is it so hard for those political bigshots to not be at each others throats. Pakistan, India, Bangladesh; we're all the same race, same land, share a common past. What is it that makes it so hard for different facets of the same culture to co-exist in peace?
These thoughts are exactly why I've shocked half the people around me by saying; "COME ON INDIA! I'm as much on your side as Srilanka's!" :p

Addiction of a whole new kind

I've heard that the radiations from your computer screen can eventually turn your brain to goo; destroy the left side of it, which is the creative part of the brain and in general do lots of other horrible stuff. All the horrible stuff that comes from an unhealthy addiction. And for me that's typing. I love typing. It's so soothing. The keys giving way, the staccato clicks, the plastic feel: oh so lovely and mechanical and familiar. I'm addicted to typing. No wonder people think I'm nuts.

MUNIK 2011

Much as I'd like to believe that I've been blessed with literary talent, the belief is often challenged by my inability to find the right words for transcribing events onto paper. Or perhaps, life is sometimes just too rich to be confined to mere words.

MUNIK '11 is the perfect example. To describe the seriousness of the debates, the companion ship amongst delegates within regional blocs, the camaraderie within committees and the sheer festivity of the last day, is beyond my limited scope.

Even in this digital age of pictures and videos, concrete memories are hard to hold and already MUNIK '11 has become as fleeting as something my imagination would conjure. But no amount of time will erase such epic moments as Maha saying, "Pretend Ehab is a pole and dance around him", or the delegate of USA announcing "With great power comes great responsibility" (EPIC) or Brazil's desperation to find out who sent the "Brazil is sexy" chit. (XD)

The length of this reminiscence is a testament to how fast time erases memories, even if they are as rich as the acronym MUN itself.  

English inspirations

After years of exhilaration every time there's a hint of rain, and looking at forests in England it's not hard to see where masters like Tolkien and C.S. Lewis get their inspirations from. Rainy weather has brought the best in my poetry and I'm just an amateur. The epics seem to be as much a product of their surroundings as of their mastery of words and unrestrained imaginations. Its not just the English, everywhere it seems, the wilder and lusher the scenery, the greater the stories. Now if only I could find a nice cave up north to complete my epic in....

One of a kind New Year Resolution

This lovely image shows THE DOLDRUMS. Which is where my brain seems to be right now. My very unique, highly individualistic New Year's Resolution is to jerk it outta this vegetative, slowly decomposing into shit state and bring it back to its former glory of a poem a week and more ideas than i know what to do with. Or maybe i could revert to the comforting refrain of 3 idiots: All iz well. I am, after all, supposed to not have existentialist problems at this age. How comforting.