It is a truth universally acknowledged that you must never play long time no see with your old jeans. But as with most universal truths, we do punga. We like to be r3baLLyus. We ignore them. (We like to go all Dee Dee on them and question these truths, “What does… Read full post »

Just right now, I need to start working on drawing an over-decent amount of boat related design. Try a few hundred variations, look like I really busted my ass over it, lost sleep over it, thought about boats to death, that kinda thing.

Truth is, I'll just do the bare… Read full post »

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I had the windows rolled down today :)

This you only do if you are deprived of an AC or your senses. It had just begun raining here in Karachi - and despite the halting of the already-fucked productivity in the city - I was feeling ridiculously Hopeful. This Hope thing… Read full post »

I think that I might get an ulcer. There is too much on my plate. And no, this is not a food reference. As much as I'd like it to be.  

I made Head Girl. And (1/3) Debate Head. And Oracle Ed Board. I'd celebrate but shitloads of work is… Read full post »

Improbable Letters

Not-So-Potential

Posted in Letters, To people I know by N on January 10, 2010

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ATNSPSA,
Kya museebat hai? Don’t be mean or I’ll just change my muse to Wilde. And then you’ll be left with the cockroach. Hmph. Kamini.
N

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The rain is here. I skipped school with manageable guilt. Aloo keema chutni chawal is for lunch. N got her visa. Proposal's ready. The rain is so brilliantly carrying on - and since this is Karachi -  tomorrow will only give me more time to vegetate because the roads will be… Read full post »

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Firstly you’re like a decorated egg on display but not just any egg. You are ready to crack out of your shell at any time. You are fueled by an enormous desire and you look at life very intelligently but with a personal twist. I can only… Read full post »

 Mumford & Sons discovered. Princeton badge and goal pocketed. Trip made, teacake had, interview part one of endless chatter slogged. Homecoming part one of five airport-group-picked. Midnight snack had. Mother of all rats shrieked at. Gatsby's greatness halfway read. Khushwant's great… Read full post »

You, reader*. Sup, how you doin' full Joey style? Yes, Friends was awesome. And so too shall This Blog be  (does that sound wrong? It’s just that my English is freaking falling to bits - suddenly tenses tense me and I embarrass myself every time I've to use a blood… Read full post »

Aaand after way too much ado, ladies, gents and confused people everywhere, this will be my blog of epic proportions: BlogWhoNeedsaName.

Every other blog will look like a bog as soon as BlogWhoNeedsaName figures out what the bloody hell it is going to be up to on the www. Yeap.

OH MY B… Read full post »

Fat ladies and juicy gossips

Fruit juices and sticky cakes

Thrust towards –

Old tales

New friends

Same strings

Same moves

Never the same looks

Never looks the same

Always is.

Yellow walls, purple songs… Read full post »

Remember all the times we laughed

And the times you cried – and I laughed back at you?

Remember the stories we told?

All stories, never quite true

Stories can never be true, you know?

You believed all of mine, though.… Read full post »

Tell us your love story

Prompts the cover –

So I smile and strain to remember as summers

And heat return in wisps to haunt me

Songs in the twilight, funny stories and discords

Esoteric jokes and cords

And people… Read full post »