I am relocating to…

http://haiqaslife.wordpress.com

Hopefully I will blog more

THE TALE OF THE OYSTER

There once was an oyster whose story I’ll tell

who found that some sand had got into his shell.

Just one little grain,

but it gave him such pain.

Now did he berate the working of fate

that brought him to such a deplorable state?

Did he curse the government,

call that the sea should give him protection?

“No,” he said to himself

as he lay on the shelf

“Since I cannot remove it,

I’ll try to improve it.”

The years rolled by as the years always do

and he came to his ultimate destiny – stew.

And the grain of sand that bothered him so

was a beautiful pearl, all richly aglow.

Now this tale has a moral, for isn’t it grand

what an oyster can do with a morsel of sand?

What couldn’t we do if we’d only begin

improving the things that get under our skin?

- CAS Manual, IB Program

Do you have any friends…

when your best friend doesn’t invite you to her wedding and doesn’t even tell you about the wedding till 2 months after the fact?

You know you love your mama when…

you stop the song you are listeining to…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx1evRD8IEc&feature=related

and search for the song she wants…

Meher, The Psychiatrist

The Tales of Jason

As my brother and I were driving back home from the Shuttle launch yesterday, we got stuck in
traffic, not once but thrice. Everytime we thought we had beat it, we got stuck again. So
while waiting in the car, I ask Mo to make a song request on the radio station.
Me: Why don’t you make a song request?
Mo: Oh I want to hear Thriller by Michael Jackson.
Me: Cool.
Mo: Can I use a fake name?
Me: Sure.
Mo: hmm…What should I use?
Me: How about Mo? It is your fake name.
Mo (after 2 seconds): How about Jason.
I burst into laughter.
Me: Jason?
Mo: yes.
Me (still laughing): Sure.

So Mo calls the station, tells the DJ which song he wants to hear and when she asks his name, he says Jason”.
I tried to control my laughter real hard. So after an hour or so, we finally hear the DJ say “This one is for Jason”.
And we heard thriller for the next few minutes.

The Atif Aslam Concert

Unknown Indian singer

Amanat

Atif

Blurry Atif

So I finally decided to write the details!

Concert start time was 6pm. Thought it would be desi-style late so I decided to reach there around 6:40pm. I could not locate the exact location at first. By the time I located some desis walking around and found a (free) parking spot, it was 7pm. At the arena gate,  a lot of desis were hanging out so I figured I was still early. I went inside only to find out a desi song being sung by some Indian lady singer. So the show had already started. Song was nice, but can’t remember which song it was. Found myself a seat. Thank God I purchased the cheapest ticket cuz I was able to move closer (without the price tag) since hall was not full. After second song, the lady introduced Amanat Ali. Liked his songs, personality and he seemed like a genuine down-to-earth person. Next up was Atif Ali. Liked his songs too, but he seemed more “show off”y with his clothes and performance style. But I saw all the youn gals went crazy for him. I had no desire to get any closer. Some other singers (Rosha Sherma, Kalash Kher) were not there though they were in the advertisement.

Atif opening song.

Amanat song.

 

Atif Aslam

There is an Atif Aslam concert sxheduled in my town next month.

Should I go or not?

Reading The Sign

This morning I had a training class in a different building (i.e. different from the one I work in).

The closest parking lot was pretty full and most of the spaces had a “reserved” stenciled on them with bright yellow paint.

I finally found an empty parking spot. As I was parking in, I noticed the sign on the front. I smiled, pulled out my car and went to the distant (dirt) parking lot.

The sign read “Astronaut Parking”.

 

My new friends

Me: ” This is the most stressed out I’ve been in my entire life”

F: ” That means you’ve had a good life”

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Me: Do you have any advice on how I should talk with him?

F: Yes. Take a baseball bat with you.

Me burst into laughter.

F: You don’t have to beat him up with it. Just take it with you and look at it occasionally when you talk with him.

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F: If all else fails….CRY.

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