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.

Ecosytem of women

A few days ago, out of sheer boredom, I went to pick up my little brother from school. FPS. Maila-burger school. Teeming outside were WOMEN. Lots of them. And so fake they made me want to either vomit or kill myself for fear that I'd grow up to be one of them. Like the title says, they were like this ecosystem where the dominant species were women, attracted to each other by lieu of their similar clothes and similar over-done makeup or repulsed if one of them turned up looking plain. What made them flourish? gossip. Talking in fake accents. Pretending to be all western and high-class. Seriously. Somebody needs a reality check. Bleagh.