The Word of mAn[S]o0r

I wore a shalwar kameez to work today!

I only wear them on fridays…. i thought today was friday… then when i noticed no body else in a shalwar kameez did i realize its only thursday!! really need to get my focus back

*rubs eyes in an attempt to get focus back*

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I’ve been tagged!! Though somehow never got around to doing it… so here goes. Extiinct tagged me for five worst things, while FalsaQueen did for 6.

The 5(6) worst things about me.

1. Im extremely moody. I can be the best company you can have around to the worst person you’ll ever meet! Depends on what kind of mood i am at that instant.
2. Follows from the first, i can go from good mood to bad mood in a matter of seconds, but it takes a while (couple of hours to upto months at times) to go from bad to good.
3. I abhor exercising :S Somehow that does *not* seem like a good utilization of my time, much to the dissatisfaction of my mother.
4. I just *cannot* call people up ‘just to talk’, unless i have a spent hours bored out of my skull. Many people complain to me about this issue, and to all of them i have only one thing to say, im sorry, thats just not me. There was this one friend, to whom i said ‘we should get in touch’ in Oct 05, and finally called her (once) in Aug 06, put the phone down saying ‘ill call u later’ and have yet to do so. This at times extends to meeting up for coffee as well
5. I make a lot of assumptions based on observations which may or may not be accurate. Usually 2+2 does equal 4, but in somecases, it equals 64 or 1024 or even 1073741824.

and the last

6. I cannot talk on the phone for long periods of time (anytime lasting more than 5 minutes). Usually after the fourth sentence, im looking for reasons to cut the call. I try, and sometimes there are enough things to talk about to extend the call, but mostly, i try to keep it at 5. My phone bill, however, does not agree with this :S

So there goes! My list of worst things. I tag Umar Pirzada, Icedmocha, Xill and whoever else who’s left.

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A classfellow from university got married recently. The first one from our group actually. She was slated to be second, but the first one had her engagement broken.. so there.

The ceremony was…… okay. It was a segregated event *shudder* which meant that since you have no idea who the brides’ family is, you dont know many people. Period. Plus, there were only us three male friends were there, the rest of the group consists of girls (about 8 of them). We usually all hang out together, but this wasn’t so possible here. Result… boredom! I was in and out of the wedding in under 40 minutes!

Whats funny is…. i spent 45 minutes ironing the kurta i was gonna wear that night

Here’s wishing you a very happily married life T!!

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I noticed the other day, that the guy designing emoticons for MSN had a weird sense of humour. And apparently, was on a diet.

How do i figure that out? Simple, cuz he says Cake is Sinful.

Try it… the combination for devilish smile (6), now the same thing only with the shift on (^).

There! If you have a slight “shift” of focus, cake becomes sinful. Like when ur on a diet and at gelato!

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Hey all firefox users (sorry, IE users are requested to close this post immediately).

After the success of my last greasemonkey script which automatically converted blogspot links to pkblogs (and subsequently inblogs) urls, i’ve written a new one which addresses the commenting problem we’re facing on blogger when accessing through either of the proxies.

The problem:
When accessing blogger through the proxy, they rewrite the comments URL by prefixing it with “http://www.pkblogs.com/files.php?file=”. This breaks the link, and subsequently the comment page does not open. I suspect it was put up to deal with blogger beta, but hey.. no ones perfect.

The workaround:
Now, if you wish to leave a comment, you had to manually edit the url to leave out the prefix part. Which is both cumbersome and irritating.

The solution:
Install this greasemonkey script and it’ll do the rewriting for you. No more problems while leaving your comments on blogger blogs. (Note: blogger beta commentbox might *still* not work).

Notes:
You do need the Greasemonkey extension for Firefox (version 0.6.4) to run this script. (Available for download from here).
This script is provided “as is” and i will not be responsible for any damage it might cause.

Installation Procedure:

1. Install Greasemonkey or make sure it is installed.
2. Open this link in firefox.
(or copy/paste this link in your browser http://wordofmansoor.com/wp-content/uploads/2007_01/allowcommentingonblogspo.user.js)
3. Click on Tools -> Install this Script
4. Thats it! Now all comment links, even on previous blogs will be usable.

Enjoy it! Comments/Suggestions would be highly appreciated.

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It takes time to carefully build up your house of cards
and no time for the wind to knock it down

This weeks blogthought entry, thought i’d start it up like a blogword…

Its like a never ending story, i build up something (a decision (yea, it takes time too), a friendship, a project) and in the end it gets knocked over and im standing back at square one thinking what the effin hell went wrong THIS time!

It takes time to heal… it takes time to start over…

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One thing i was dreading, as i proceed at a breakneck speed down this corridor called life, was the ‘midlife crisis’. It is classically described as

“A mid-life crisis is an emotional state of doubt and anxiety in which a person becomes uncomfortable with the realization that life is halfway over. It commonly involves reflection on what the individual has done with his life up to that point, often with feelings that not enough was accomplished. The individual may feel boredom with their lives, jobs, or their partners, and may feel a strong desire to make changes in these areas. …”

(Source Wikipedia).

But even though i was dreading that part, i realized today, i’ve been going through another similar crisis even now, the Quarterlife Crisis, as posted by khizzy.

“You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones.”

“All this while you had been convincing yourself that you didn’t want to be tied down to any person; Now suddenly you have moments of self-doubt when you wonder if you waited too long and let someone special get away. You love someone but maybe love someone else too, and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person!”

“You want to be independent but suddenly, the idea of having the stability of a special someone to trust and lean on doesn’t seem all that bad. You want to be your own person and yet be taken care of at the same time .”

Over the last year, i’ve changed quite a bit internally. From the outside, the people who knew me say im still the same, but inside, i know im not. I’ve started re-thinking about my priorities, my aims and goals in life, my soon to end bachelor life, and the new chapter of living with a partner. How i want it to be, knowing i would probably not get it that way and yet i know i’ll be happy in it.

I think it was best summarized in that article…

“We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.”

I hope to God your right Khizzy! That all it takes is time…….. cuz its driving me nuts!

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Somedays make you both happy and sad at the same time!

My baby left today But the last couple of moments we had together were awesome!!! I left work early, picked up my grandma, grandpa and my cousin U from clifton, and headed for gulshan where my aapi’s place is. After hauling baggage and loading up the cars, i finally had time to spend with my lovely niece. But it was too little!! we were about to leave.

There were three cars altogether. Mine was loaded with baggage, so had only one spot in the front, which U occupied. Aapi and her hubby took the radio cab (the other car) and my phuppa n phuppi (aapis parents) took theirs. Sharjeel, the son, is attached to his nana, so he rode with them, and U promptly picked up aaminah and brought her along. That was a very good move and made the journey to the airport a memorable one. Aaminah loves music, and loves swaying to the beat. We had Raeth’s latest playing in the car, and her mood changed with each song. She moved to the beats, and then laid down against U during the slower ones. It was ssshhhoooo cute! and we had a ball of a time driving.

Just as we came to jauhar mor, aaminah spotted another girl in the car which pulled up next to us. Even though the other girl was a bit older, that didnt deter her, and she started what can only be described as a staring contest. Both girls looking at each other, waiting to see who would flinch first! Just as the cars started to move again, she smiled and waved to the other girl before we overtook them! I dont have any idea what happened there.. but it was as if she had just won a battle. Got so hyper after that. lols

Then came the goodbyes… Thankfully, there was no crying this time. We saw them off at the airport, then waited. My brother-in-law requested that we do, since if the baggage they had was overweight, we’d take some of the stuff back. In the meanwhile, the four of us, grandparents, me and U went to McDonalds and stuffed ourselves with burgers fries and nuggets with Hot Mustard Sauce. Aapi called halfway through the meal to say they were safely onboard and the baggage had been handled. Thankgod for that.

The next item on our agenda was the yearly post-eid BBQ held at my chacha’s place (who actually is my dads older cousin, but somehow the word taia doesn’t sit right with me, so chacha it is). For the next three hours, i put marinated boti’s on the seekh and irritatted the hell out of poor U. By the end of the night, i felt as if my hand itself was marinated and ready to be BBQ’d!! It’s still burning :S

All in all, a very nice day to be had. I dont know why i’ve started putting so much detail here, but if your reading this (and read through everything from the top) thanks! Love you for it.

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Sometimes, the universe just conspires against you! Throwing a wrench (or the whole damn toolbox as was my case) in your carefully laid out programs just to test your resolve… or to see you fail and laugh diabolically!

I planned a very full day just before leaving for islamabad, it wasn’t about putting things off till the last moment (well, sorta) but mostly since they’d be best done that day. These things included getting stuff from clifton and tariq road and pack the last few things in my bag.

Then my aapi and niece came over from UAE (with her father and brother too), and since i was leaving.. i’d only get to have one lunch with them! I wasnt gonna miss that opportunity! No way in hell! Thats what i call a very nicely gift-wrapped wrench!

So at 11:30, i leave office, another cousin is to rendevouz with me at the office, so that we can head up there together. She’s a little late, aarrgghh! No matter, we still managed to make it on time. Spent the next two hours playing around and generally having a ball of a time. Then came time to leave. On the way back, my cousin declares she has to stop at Khadi to pick up a kurta. When she had made the request on the way to gulshan, i thought we would have time, so agreed, but when the time to fulfil her request came.. i was already running late. But by then, she wasnt in a listening mood, and we headed off to khadi. I did give her a 15 minute window to select whatever she wanted to buy. The sweet soul that she is, she bought me a kurta as well (i love you cuz!!!).

Next stop, defence, to drop her off. No problem, i’ll just take Sh-e-faisal, and……. DAMN!! rush hour! i couldnt understand what it was about, but there it was! back to back cars! So much for slicing through traffic i thought. Eventually, we made our way through to defence, where i dropped her off. She was to meetup with some work colleagues on their way to a meeting, and lucky me, failed to show up on time!!!!! Over and above, mobilink (the service of choice at her office) decides to hang up and stop connecting calls, instead just saying every number is not responding! Ab i couldnt leave her alone, so stuck around till they came, which after a further 20 minutes, wasnt going to happen anytime soon. I was really getting late, so got her in the car, and went to my next appointment, to pick up a usb drive for my brother. I decided i’d drop her on the way back, i mean, atleast till then her work-mates would have arrived. After another gruelling 20 minutes of traffic chaos, i finally made it back to her rendevouz point armed with a brand new USB, where those blasted ppl still hadn’t arrived!!! Thankfully, it was only 5 more minutes till they came, and i could leave.

This had seriously put a dent in my time management, and i found myself being squeezed for time. I still had to go2 office to pick up some letters, go by my nanis to drop some stuff, and finally get home for some last minute packing.

Got to office, in a flash of brilliance, parked across Sh-e-Faisal, instead of my usual spot saving around 20 minutes of negotiating traffic. Just as i left and was crossing sh-e-faisal back to the car that out of the blue, it hit me! i also had to get MITHAI!!! my grandma had given me money to get some from sohny sweets, and the place i picked up the USB was just a couple of steps away from it!! Now, its too late to go back! The otherone i knew was in gulshan, too far away as well… Damn! Now what?

It occurred to me, that there was a mithai shop in Tariq Road as well, from where we used to get it sometime ago. I thought, why not get it from there, i was gonna get screwed for not bringing, might as well get screwed from bringing it from the wrong place. Just as i pulled in front of Rehmat-e-Shireen, i saw a Sohny Bakers board next to it. My heart whooping for joy, i dashed inside, praying there would be mithai there…… only to be dissapointed. It was just a bakery and nimco shop. Damn again! Oh well, i thought, i’d get the nimco from here atleast. That was also part of the order from dadi, just as i was about to leave, i asked the store clerk where’s their nearest mithai shop, and what he said almost made me go weak in the knees. “Barabar wale shop humare hee hai” (the shop next door is our franchise, its just branded differently)! Hurray!! the day was saved! i got my mithai and thankfully raced home!

Now the next dilemma… how to get to the airport? Radio cab was the only option, so i called them up and called a cab at my place about 10 minutes after i would be reaching myself. That gave me very little time to actually pack. As luck would have it, the cab arrived before i did and the damn guards at the gate wouldnt let it in! So i got back to my place, packed up the last few things, while trying the guardroom again n again to get them to allow the taxi in. Finally got through and asked the guy for it, he verifed some info and said okay. A minute later, he called back saying the OD (Officer of the Day) had denied my request, and the taxi was not to enter the premises! I had 40 minutes left before my flight left and this jerkoff would not let me get my taxi! Yet another wrench.

I yelled for my batman, asked him to get my stuff downstairs while i go arrange for the taxi, and literally flew to the guardroom. There, the OD started off on this long (and boring) tirade on what rules were about informning the gate, and this was a naval unit, and blah blah blah, while i was watching the clock tick. Finally, as gently as i could, i asked him if i could take the taxi now, since i was dangerously close to my flight… it was all i could do not to shout at him! As soon as he uttered the words “okay, but nex…” i was out of the door yelling to the guard to let the taxi in. They let it in, and it followed me upto the resident blocks, where the batman loaded the taxi and i rushed upstairs to make sure i hadnt forgotten anything. When i sat in the taxi, i had half-hour to take off, and was totally drained of anything even remotely resembling energy.

The driver was good, so good infact, that he got me to the airport in 10 minutes flat! (I live pretty near to it anyway, about 14 minutes normally but those 4 minutes were a godsend right then). Rushed inside to the counter, got myself registered, got the boarding pass and started running towards the assigned gate. As luck would have it, i promptly forgot where the gates were as was rushing aimlessly around the terminal as the speakers overhead were announcing the ‘final call’ for my flight. Finally spotted a couple of PIA uniforms, went towards them, and much to my relief, found that was the right gate!

I had made my flight!!

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This time, for Eid and New Years, i am once again in Islamabad. Could’nt right anything till now, cuz the internet was acting up, and couldnt get my hands on bro’s pc for long.

As always, it was one hell of a trip. I’ll write more on it once i get back to karachi, but i’ll give a small teaser here on what to expect.

1. The mad rush!
2. Is it cold here? (the first two days) Hell yes! (the next three)
3. Simli Dam

Till then, to everybody who comes here, a Belated Eid Mubarak! and a very happy and prosperous 2007!

p.s.
we’re having a Karachi Bloggers Convention on 4th Jan, which is just a fancy name for a lunch. If your a blogger, in karachi, free for lunch, and want to get to know your fellow bloggers, contact Teeth Maestro at www.teeth.com.pk/blog

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