So I switched on TV today and saw the breaking news about Michael Jackson's death. Although I am not a big follower of Western music, it was nonetheless a shock. I mean, we are a generation who grew up hearing about Michael Jackson. Even if we never actually listened his songs, we heard his tunes whether they were being used as a background music in a PTV drama where they wanted to depict a westernized guy (who usually had long hair by the way) or being used in Fifty-Fifty in a comic break-dance. Even in a far flange village in Pakistan, a mother would scold her wanna-be break-dancer son by saying, "aidha tu wada Maykaal Jackson!" ("Yeah! You are such a Michael Jackson!") She might not know who Michael Jackson really was, but even she had heard his name and that's a testimony to his international fame because we are talking about an era when we only had one state-run TV channel and even then our people knew his name.
Michael Jackson has died -- A condolence message from Pakistan
I wonder....
I wonder...
Obama's speech at Cairo University
Words. There have always been words. This time, they are beautiful ones -- appealing directly to my heart.
Labels: Politics
Muzzammil's contact
Sorry for the delay, but for all those girls who wanted Muzammil's contact numbers, here they are:
Labels: wedding
Changing Names
"Your name at the Facebook hasn't been changed, so I am guessing you are not married yet." Was the line dropped by a long-lost acquaintance at my Facebook wall. For some reason, it bugged the heck out of me. Hence today's post.
It was another Sunday....
It was another Sunday. I was sleeping when around 9 that I thought that the doorbell rang and it was the dhood wala (milk man). Gone are the days when an alarm clock shrieking its heart for 45 minutes couldn't wake me up, these days I am up and out of the bed with a single beep of my mobile phone's alarm. Waqt waqt ki baat hai! Anyways, it was a Sunday and another person available in the house (i.e. the guy sleeping next to me) to receive our daily dairy intake so why should I get out of the bed? I nudge my hubby and tell him that it's the milkman outside. The guy grunts and gets out of the bed and checks the front door. No dhood wala there. He comes back reporting absense of any milkman or a dairy product. To which I reply, "Oh, I thought there was a bell, now that you are awake, why don't you bring the meat, the good one is finished by 10. and oh, bring some fruits too." I don't know what happened after that since I rolled over and was asleep again in seconds.
I woke up again around 11:30-ish. There were some sounds from the kitchen. I guessed the hubby must be back. I groaned mentally thinking about the house work looming ahead. I would have to clean up and freeze the meat, wash the last night's dishes (since my maid has Sundays off), wash and put away the fruits, make parathas for breakfast since hubby likes the total desi nashta on a Sunday. I dragged myself out of bed, decided to peek into the kitchen on my way to the bathroom.
Kitchen was not in the same condition I left last night!
The fruit had been washed and put away in the fridge. The milk had been boiled, cooled and stored in the jug. The meat cleaned up and put in the freezer. The dishes washed, the coconut was nicely cut into small pieces since hubby knows I like to nibble at it while watching TV or just as a 'mouth-occupier'. The hubby turns around to see me standing there and says, "I put the coconut water in that glass, you have to finish it off."
I was at an absolute loss of words! I didn't know what to say to the guy standing infront of me. I did show my appreciation but all you guys need to know is that I had a smile on my face all through my shower and later I rewarded him with garama-garam moli kay parathay! :)
So, Cavaliere, probably that's love. Probably, chopping up gendayri into smaller pieces so that your wife with her braces-worn weaker teeth can easily chew them is love. Probably, cooking bhindi for your husband even though you hate it is love. I don't know if I am qualified to talk about love, haven't been in it before, nor have researched on it but somehow, to me, this is the definition of love.
Labels: The guy
Need help
Guys,
I need help! With financial crisis all around the world, my job is also on hold and I don't know when it's going to be 'unfreeze'. So I am in desperate need of idea of earning from home?
There's my blog and there's Adsense. Can I put ads on this blog or do I need my own domain?
Clicking ads, putting ads on my blog, any other idea? -- Ideas that would work in Pakistan.

