Sunday, February 27, 2005

Evolution

There is only one amino acid difference between humans and monkeys.

If the Dawanian theory of evolution states that the human race from the monkeys because of a mutation in one of the monkey genes as a cause of natural selection, then couldn't this be the other way around, you know the monkey race arose because of a mutation in one of the genes in humans. The gene would have coded for a different amino acid and therefore created a different protien which gave the humans monkey like charecteristics and through allopatric speciation the humans with monkey charecteristics became a different specie?

This idea baffles my APBio teacher extremely, and since there is no way to prove it wrong, who knows, I might be right?

P.S. I don't believe in macroevolution to begin with, however the idea seems fascinating and gets my imagination working..


Sui Generis at 1:53 PM

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Friday, February 25, 2005

C'est la vie

Some people have complained to me that I don't update my blog anymore and as a result have abandoned my site. Well for starters, different bloggers create their blogs for different reasons. This site was created for me, by me to write about my life. This is my little sanctuary. I come and post as I please. If anybody wishes to contribute, great! If not, then there are thousands of attention-craving bloggers out there who are desperately waiting for people to come by and comment. I didn't want anybody here except a few online friends and few of my old friends from places I've moved from. Not family, not relatives, and not my recent friends for sure. If too many people come here I'd feel intruded, would have to censor and think twice before posting anything. I'd have to live up to the people's expectations of posting random junk that appeals more to them than to me everyday. Online people are an exception, they don't know me, they can read and interpret my blog anyway they want. And my blog is the only medium they can understand me by. So far I've successfully managed to isolate all my family and friends from here. Even some of my best friends have no idea that I actually have an online 'hideout'. A place where I can freely speak about anyone, anything, everyone, everything without having to think twice about what I have to say. Later during the years, I would want to look back at this .. and remember all my ambivalent feelings, my corny ideas, my precious memories.


Sui Generis at 3:06 PM

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Sunday, February 20, 2005

Bittersweet Symphony

Bittersweet Symphony
The Verve


'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
Your a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you
to the places where all the things meet yeah

No change,
I can't change I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould
But I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mould
No, no, no, no, no


Well I never pray
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds
that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind,
I feel free now
But the airways are clean
and there's nobody singing to me now

No change,
I can't change I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mould
No, no, no, no, no

I can't change I can't change
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Try to make ends meet
Try to find some money, then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you
to the places where all the things meet yeah

You know I can't change, I can't change
I can't change, I can't change
But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould
And I'm a million different people from one day to the next
I can't change my mould
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mould
no, no, no, no, no,
I can't change
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
(It justs sex and violence melody and silence)
(Been down)
(Ever been down)
That you've ever been down
That you've ever been down



Sui Generis at 2:15 PM

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Saturday, February 05, 2005

It was a depressing, cold evening. I knew something was wrong while driving back from school. Maybe that's why I blasted up the cd player and started singing Mr.Brightside out loud to get my mind off things and to suppress the little voice inside, telling me something is wrong. I reached home to be greeted with my parents happy faces, and bunny's mischiveous i-was-just-waiting-to-start-bugging-you look. Soon I completely forgot about the little voice, and got ready for my tennis lessons. Right when I was about to leave, I got a phone call from one of my uncles who was summoning us to come to Dallas again because Dadi Jaan was really sick. So as always, we packed all our stuff within half an hour and were on our way to Dallas. In the car, I just kept praying that this would just be one of the times when we go to Dallas and find out that Dadi jaan is just having minor pains and will be allright only to get a little bit worse-er the next time. Every weekend literally of ours was spent in Dallas knowing that this might be the last weekend with her. Only that the last weekend never came for six months, until the one day.. I prayed it should never ever come all huddled up at the back of our minivan knowing that it would. Dadi jaan had malignant liver for over six months, she was in alot of pain. It cut my heard into little bitty pieces every time I saw her; debilitating. So we (all her children and grandkids) had mentally prepared ourselves that soon dadi will be leaving us, maybe that's why it wasn't so hard on us when she actually left. The woman was in coma for two days straight, unable to move an inch, barely able to breath, yet managed to open her pale eyes 5 minutes before she left us and gazed at all her children and grandchildren who came from all across America. My mom and 2 other uncles kept saying the kalma loudly in the corner. My aunt kept ordering us not to cry. But I had no control over my tears at that point. Dadi's breathing was getting fainter and fainter, and then the miracle happened; she said the Kalima slowly, stressing every single syllable faintly, closed her eyes and passed away. I was a puddle of tears. Before this I had never seen somebody pass away infront of me and had never ever been to a funeral. I was so moved from the bare simplicity of life that I remained paralyzed that night, reciting the quran for strength. All night we remained by dadi's bedside, reciting the quran and finished it. I don't think anybody was able to sleep that night, even the little kids who were drenched in tears.

The funeral was the next day, everybody we knew showed up. And almost everybody that came headed to the cemetary. But before that they lifted the cofin so we could see dadi jaan for one last time. There she lay, peacefully dressed up in white, taking with her nothing but her good and bad deeds. I recited Surah Yaseen and kissed her lightly on her forehead and started crying again, knowing this would be the last I will ever see of her. They took her to the cemetary immediately after that.

This experience hit me with alot of hard realizations about life. I can't help but wonder why do we all set out proving we are better than everyone else when we know that we are going to end up in the same 7ft hole like everybody else?! We spend our lives running after money, becoming a slave to it, not realizing all we are going to take with us a couple of yards of white cloth? We become so selfish and engulfed all in the worldly pleasures, living by the motto "This is my life", that we don't give a damn about anyone else, not realizing that whether anybody would give a damn when we lie in our death bed. My granny was a very sweet lady, people mourn pray for her, pray for her and call her "lucky" to have so many people who love her. She is not lucky, she deserves every bit of respect and love out there. To achieve this she went through thousands of sacrifices to build a stable and happy family. She tried to better and enrich not only her life but also the lives of others around her all her life; be it neighbour, relative, friend, or even a stranger. She died worrying and caring about us. And people call her lucky?


Sui Generis at 5:06 PM

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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.

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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

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