Back. Or so i think. Again
I think I’ve forgotten how to write. I think I’ve forgotten how to think too.
Bleh. All I need is purpose. And stamina. And the will to actually DO something. And the will to actually will to do something beside stagnate in this happy pond of cable television and not-having-to-make-my-own-tea-or-iron-my-own-clothes-ness.
Snap out of it Hira. You’re the Tarantino girl, remember?
Egbert Junior the Second is now a proud member of this household. He’s suffering from low self esteem, what with all these laptops; but at least he knows he’s needed and loved. Anyway now that I have a proper 25 kilo desktop and used lcd monitor (less trauma and drama if it accidentally electrocutes itself- my in laws aren’t tolerant of my mutant powers) I can get back to what I do best. Not designing. Hence this post and much missed frandz-blogstalking. Ali Hasan just asked me to write him a long mail about what I’ve been up to… I’m having a bit of a problem getting it past the 30 word mark. What have I been up to?
- The last official shadi dawat was yesterday. It’s over. Praise the Lord, Hallelujah.
- I have a free lancing stint. Yeay. I get to stay at home and still look busy.
- My new aim in life is to open a bakery. I kick Pie in the Sky’s ass.
- I just lost a size. My fitness Nazi sister-in-law freaked 2 kilograms off my body. I ask her permission when to eat and what to eat, resulting in me looking thinner, but scared out of my mind.
- I watched some pretty awesome movies the past 2 months. Maybe I’ll review them for your benefit; it all depends on how lazy I’m feeling. But if my current condition is any indicator, you won’t be reading them. Ever.
- Err… Married stuff.
- I’ve been sending my resume to every art school in this city. Even an assistant lecturership’ll do.
So. That’s about it. If you don’t count trying to make a place in my susral, forming some sort of bond with my mother and sisters-in-law and just being a good bahu as an activity, then I haven’t really been up to much. I don’t read the papers any more since I find the consistently smiling face of Asif Zardari on ever f-ing page the biggest incentive to stay ignorant that the world can offer, and I don’t watch Pakistani channels- be they ‘entertainment’ or news. My attitude to life is cynical enough; I don’t want to dive into pessimism.
Now that a year and a half has passed since Zardari’s election, and almost 2 since PPP has come into power I can’t help but thinking; isn’t it strange that the biggest step towards democracy and liberty (a free media) was taken by a military dictator? And that he was the only person in Pakistan’s history willing to face the masses and their questions?
Isn’t it ironic then that the leader of the ‘biggest democratic party’ in Pakistan does not allow question answer sessions with journalists, and that his party’s biggest justification for his ineptitude is that his wife was murdered two years ago?
Why can’t this country follow any political norm?