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IRP (Orkut): Orkut, or pricisely IRP is in its death bed, And I am sobbing. I have a choice to stand up, and take a leave. But I don’t “want” to move. I feel home there. It is, in fact, my virtual home. Home with a lot of mirthful moments and equal amount of atrocius ones. Home, where I am myself–good, bad or ugly. Home, that has been a source of constant support in my weak moments. Home, that brings out the 9 year old in me. Home, that takes my stupidity as far as it can go. Home, where many tried to expel me and ludicrously failed. It’s home. Home is your first institution. You learn. You keep learning, till walls come down. I am going to stick around, and let the walls come down.

Schooling best friend : I H.A.T.E. HER. She, to date, holds my-worst-best friend-ever title. She knew the art of putting a gun on your shoulders, taking a shot and letting the target not know it was she, but you. She was the sort who, when going down, oh forget it, even when not going down, makes a point to take you down. She was a personification of Pakistan’s Government. Only crises happens if she happens to be a part of your life. Time that I spent with her, is engraved in my mind. Don’t know why. Or may be I do.

She was my first best friend. First-s are First-s. You just can’t get over your first-s. Be it anything— first cell phone, first salary, first love, first marriage, first child, first etc. You just can’t get over your first-s. Because with first-s, there is a chain of first-s involved. Especially, the feeling, of having– that later-s can not replace or touch on.

School : Okay— I had a smooth time and good friends when I was graduating. But somehow, those days, haven’t really made a mark in my life. Nothing reminds me of my B.A times. However, at least 15645454 things in a month, happen that conjure up my school memories.

I have lived my high school life to the fullest. It was full of cold-wars between “popular groups” and acts of “belligerency” in breaks. Going out of the way to look good and ending up being a calamitous laughing stock for the whole school (Yeah I had got my hair streaked golden and used to wear blue contact lenses. It’s okay, IMAGINE AND LAUGH). Fretting over what to wear on various events that would take place, and how to stand out from the other girls. Doing stupid things and considering myself KWELL. Giving nightmares to teachers and enjoying it. Messing up with people and having no qualms about it. Being a brat and being proud of it. Living through the most vilest events, dire consequences, enthralling times, savoring moments and what not. My high school life is what you see in those teenage dramas. The good, the bad and the ugly—everything in my high school life, was at its extreme. Perhaps that’s why, despite that if I was given a chance, I would NEVER EVER live it again, everything that happened at high school is still crystal clear on my mind and occupies a larger chunk of my memories, because they all were at their extreme level. Only things that make it to the memory lane, are those which happen at their extreme level. Good, bad or ugly.

Iman ali : Arz kia hai:

Jalnay walay jaltay rahien gay,
mai sada Iman Ali se milti rahoon gi.

OKAY… Whatever. I have reasons. First, she is not just another good looking model but has a very distinctive face. Secondly, she IS intelligent–a rare find in models. Third, there is an aura of independence and astuteness about it. Forth, she is a self-made lady.

Fifth? meri ek dost thee graduation mai, uss ki ammi ke jab mujay dakha tu bola tha kay mai Iman Ali se milti hon. TADA…

Okay, I like her since my schooling. Because of all 4 reasons mentioned above.
Reading the end first, ALWAYS : Since I have started reading, I read the end first. I like knowing how things are going to turn out. Save me, from heartbreaks.

Tribune : No, it’s NOT for burger kids who don’t have a political sense or enough knowledge of the surroundings. It is for everyone who believes in liberalism, freedom of speech and being updated. Instead of making extra effort to intellectualize and ending up being a bore, most columnists there, talk to the point and in witty manner. Their reporting style is chic and advance. Their business page is smart and innovative. And you feel FRESH just by looking at it, for the paper has the most vibrant face.

The Notebook : Okay for those who like my class mates thought that the film/movie was an exaggeration, like my friends believe that it was too good to be true and everyone I talk about movie say overblown, PUH-LEEZ SHUT UP. Because you have seen the movie and yet not seen it.

It was pretty real. However, exceptional. Exceptional, yes it was. But exceptions doesnt mean that its not reality.
For one, they do get parted. And both for their own reasons. Allie for her urban life style and Noah , for several reasons. First, he had no future in big town, he knew he was meant for small town. Second, somehow he wanted to make things big on his own, and moving with Allie would mean her father’s assistance in every step he would take. Third his self respect and manly ego was badly hurt and utterly shattered. So both for their OWN reasons and OWN sake, do call it quits.

Then Allie comes back to him, because of the void in her life. She had a fiance and all, but he wasnt compatible for fiery , hyper, idealistic, overtly emotional. prone to react over petty matters used to be dependent and suffered from too much attention only child, Allie. What he sees in Lon, is a guy who is well settled and well established. A guy who can provide her a perfect life. ONLY she secretly admits , not perfect love. But still, like any other girl, she shuns all those idealistic and dreamy thoughts and goes for the perfect life. But one event leads to another and one day she finds herself standing outside Noah’s play. It was rather destiny than anything else that she was there.
But even then she tries to fight back the destiny for the luxurious life, like in real life people do. But at some point we all have made decisions, that werent feasible for pragmatic reasons but we DID it, cause we were emotionally convinced and felt personally about them. Like this coat I bought for Rs 5,600.

I hope, my emotional decision to buy the coat would turn out to be the same. And I look wonderful too.

Blogging : I thought, may be, I would eventually quit it. Considering all the hate comments, that I approve with a stone on my heart. But couldn’t. I think it’s to do with my immune system.

Staying up late : I tried. But morns aren’t for me it seems. Morns are for others’. You live for yourself, only in nights.

Nodding and stutter : I DON’T KNOW WHY. Despite having a persona of over confidence and overtly self assured, I fumble, repeat words and speak too fast. Heaven (if there is one, that is) knows how much I have practiced to speak eloquently and assertively. But ALAS…!!! I already feel bad for Your Honor.