The Word of mAn[S]o0r

… you discuss the emotional dependence of addicts with a 13 year old, and think that you are actually having an intelligent conversation!? especially when the poor girl is just looking blankly at you and nodding because its impolite to tell you that you are a jerk

So april has ended and that too on a very hectic note!

I had two trainings this month, one in Lahore and one in Islamabad. The good thing is, both of them happened successfully and we managed to scrape up enough participants to not go in the red! Even though lahore had three times the people we did here in isloo!

What that left me with, however, was exhaustion! The likes of which i have never felt before! By the time the training in lahore was over, i was feeling like someone had tied a 10 ton anvil to my ankles and forcing me to move around. On top of that, i had to catch a daewoo back home, and 4 hours of sitting awkwardly wasn’t much fun either.

To add insult to injury, or rather more injury to insult, I had bought new shoes for the Lahore course! which, being what new shoes are, left me with blisters! (I HATE NEW SHOES!!!). On both my feet, i’ve now got these big, liquid oozing bubbles which i keep on bursting and draining and which miraculously, keep on fixing themselves and re-inflating!

The next training was one day later, and this time, i didn’t wear the new shoes, but rather my trusty old ones. By the end of it, i knew i was way past being tired and exhausted and was now running on pure adrenaline.
So much so that on the drive back home, i almost crashed into the car in front of me (a cultus i believe) nearly 4 times! (he noticed and suffice it to say, gave me a really cold look when we parted ways)

Once home, i was looking forward to some shuteye as the parents were going out to dinner. After chatting with dad for sometime, i was about to pick up my things and head upstairs… when the hostess for the evening called and informed my father that the invitation was now “with family” and to please bring their son (the now adrenaline running poor old me) as well! Normally, i would’ve said no and gone to sleep, but this particular party was being held at….wait for it…. PIR SOHAWA! more specifically at the new Monal restaurant there! Now i knew there was no way i was going to pass up an opportunity to a) go to pir sohawa, since i hadn’t yet been up there.. and b) free food!!! so i picked myself up, changed and got in the car!

And that is where i had the discussion with the 13 year old, who just happened to be the daughter of our hostess!

And it was worth every word of it! till next time… cheers!

Trackback URI | Comments RSS