Hira goes to school
I’ve completely lost it.
A few days ago, I’m standing at Nike, Park Towers, and they don’t have the shirt that I want, so I ask whether they can get it from the Nike at Forum and the guy says “Sure! Why don’t you give me your name and number and I’ll give you a call when it comes?” I say “Woo hoo! You’re a Greek god” but then he asks me my name, and I’m blank.
For all of ten seconds- which is half as long as that tedious Zong ad- I can’t remember my name.
Then, in a fit of inspiration, I say “Hina”
After which I remember that’s not me, that’s my sister in law.
Woe. The end is nigh.
Today I finished my first book after my shadi. True it’s around a thousand pages long but it took me a whole long month- me, the girl who finished The Deathly Hallows in eight hours in front of a 1998 PC called Egbert, with frequent attacks by load shedding. And yet it took me 37 days to finish one of the finest fantasy novels of the 20th century, Johnathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (highly recommended for all Potterheads, Mahw)- and you know what, I can’t think at all.
Ok, let me tell you the truth. I haven’t been blogging for a very good reason: I just can’t. Not due to lack of inspiration; I still compose posts in my head whenever anything even slightly interesting happens in my life, but I can’t focus at all. My desktop’s placed in the TV lounge, and usually when anybody sees me there, they decide it’s a perfect opportunity to hand over the responsibility of the baby to me, which means either
a) I’m stopping him from getting entangled in the various wires coming out of the printer, PS 2, my desktop, the dvd player and the laptop chargers, or
b) I’m trying to keep my sanity intact while my ears throb with “Walk like a monkey” and refrains of “Let’s go find the higgledy piggledy pear tree!”
When will Rayyan get over Barney and his Jungle Friends?
Khaer, this is not for long. I’ve got a strategy now. It’s called Hira’s plan for the future. Behold:
Mild-mannered Hira has basically one aim in life: Win the Nobel Prize. Since that is highly unlikely she will settle for a high-paying job with the minimum requirement of work- a lecturer at a graduate institute. For that she requires either loads of work experience or an extra degree, and in her current situation the second option seems to be the only option. The closest to a Master’s Degree that she can manage while staying in this city is the Post Graduate Diploma offered at Indus Valley School of Art and Architecture; which will cost her quite a bit of money that neither she, nor her hubby dearest has at present. So now let’s focus on the problem: how does she get the funds?
Simple: a job. Any job. The ends justifies the means.
Hence, mild mannered Hira has decided to be a school teacher for the time being. After all, if she can baby sit an 9 month old addicted to purple dinos, how hard will 12 year old monsters be?
In other words- at least I have something to do now 😀