Saturday, July 16, 2005

Overview

I thought I was the one of the most dangerously positive and optimistic people I knew. But I began doubting myself everyday I spent with Bushi. That girl is so cheerful, she can easily entertain even a wall. She can put the gloomiest grumpy person burst out laughing. Almost everyone in our family suffers from an infectous laugh or smile syndrome but Bushi is the extreme case, even just being around her for more than 2 seconds would make you smile.. I mean how many girls do you know play Abrar-ul-Haq songs on full volume with their car windows open while driving to work in a non-desi state like delaware? Or say something like "Comon lets make seikh kabob and lassi and watch videos of funny ali zafar songs" at 2 at night? Or go swimming in kurta and jeans at a beach? Or make biryani while doing bhangra and singing weird deewan patel songs to her hearts content? I mean I knew my cousin was nuts.. but she has even turned nut-ter in the last two years. And I just love her for that!



I was still getting used to Bushi when Shani (bushi's sister and a bigger nut) who took two weeks off from work and her husband, came to spend all her two weeks with us and I literally mean ALL of her two weeks. There was barely any sleeping, as that girl kept me up every night till atleast 5 am; talking. All three of us chatterboxes in one room for threee weeeks, it was almost impossible to go to sleep or do anything peaceful and productive for that matter. We talked about God-knows-what, from gay marriages to guys to chicken curry. All I did those three weeks was laugh and talk and travel around. I've not be so absolutely ridiculously silly in a while. The slightest silliest little things would set the house ringing with girly laughter, you know kinda like a smoke detecter only with a less annoying sound. Bunny treated the sister like he treats me, you know giving a "friendly punch" or starting pillow fights or putting his 50 kg arm around them, only they were left with bruises to brag about.


Ever seen me in a skirt?


Bush making biryani and me hanging around

I've never listened to that much Pakistani music as I did on those three weeks and I enjoyed listening to every single song from the really old ones to the new. Abrar-ul-Haq and Fakhir's Punjabi songs were translated as I'm the last person in the world who'll ever get Punjabi. We listened to Ali Haider and Strings all the way to Niagra (8 hours drive) and back. We listened to Ali Zafar, Najam Sheraz and Fuzon for a week straight. Junaid Jamshed songs were played every second day.. I sometimes have Rangeen, Saagar, Zalim Nazroon Se, Chaye Chaye and Dil Dil Pakistan playing even in my dreams!


Bunny taking a public shower


Shani driving us to Heryshey's

The girls also really know how to be well, very girly and turned me from a tomboy to a girl who actually likes to spend time straightening or curling hair, putting on make-up without making her face fall off, wearing those long in fashion frilly skirts and those huge-earlobe-stretching-earings and loving it! My dad failed to recognize at the airport when I was literally jumping up and down with both my hands up in the air ready to squeeze the heck out of him with my girly shirt and new look. I was a puddle of tears a day before leaving, and to make matters worse for me .. they threw me an advance b-day party. All the pictures came of me that day came out with soggy eyes and a rudolph nose. That night all of us snuggled up and had a good cry. I missed home terribly but I didn't want to leave.. I hate saying goodby's.

Now it's a day since I've returned and I'm to my everyday life: tennis practices, chem summer course, volunteering and packing for the new house we bought down the street. Mom and dad can't stop hugging and kissing us. I can't wait to see my friends and family and distribute all the souvenirs. It's good to be home.


Want some puriyan and tarqari?

I might have thrown my stack of t-shirts away and replaced them with "girly" shirts, skirts and bright colored shalwar kameez; I might have put aside my Greenday, Maroon5 and Coldplay for a while for vitals signs, fuzon and noori; and I might have planned to cook biryani once in a while (mom's ultimate dream come true); is it any wonder I have changed?


Sui Generis at 9:30 AM

Ciao!


About moi

I am loud and obnoxious around those who know me. My friends call me "dangerously" positive as I am usually not able to see the "negative" side of things. Ever. I like to laugh and live life to the fullest and don't understand people who can't. I have lived all over the world. My Pakistani background, my American accent, my Irish hospitality and my Iranian appetite all blend pretty well to shape who I am. I cant help but notice that how similar I am to everybody else, yet how absolutely SuiGeneris.

The Say of the Day

Make Chai, Not War.

In My Ipod..

Lifehouse, Red Hot chilli Peppers, Coldplay, Greenday, Snow Patrol, Sting, Maroon5, Keane, Athlete, Weezer, Yellowcard, Enya, Jet, Foo Fighters, Oasis, Killers, Good Charlotte, Bjork, Linkin Park, Counting Crows, Muse, Incubus, Duran Duran, The Verves, Bryan Adams, All-American Rejects, Strings, Fuzon, Vital Signs, Arash (so many more to add.. )

Currently Reading/Read..

Cat's Cradle - Kurt Vonnegut
A Tale of Two Cities - Dickens
Karography - Kamila Shamsie
A Confederacy of Dunces - John K. Toole
Damien - Herman Hesse Madame Bovary - Gustav Flaubert

Fav Authors

Kurt Vonnegut, James Joyce, Leo Tolstoy, Dan Brown, H.L.Mencken, Dickens, Jane Austen, Bronte, J.K. Rowling

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