2007 haan? well, it's about time, that's all i can say. Abhi to for those who are interested, i am simply caught in a whirlwind of assignments, quizzes, and what not. Oh yeah, the midtrems are also looming up. and guess what? i used to like my philosophy class once upon a time, but now it's simply...weird. I mean, these guys are just talking abt nothing and abt everything, it simply boggles the brain. The funny thing is that the instructor says, very aptly, "You will come into this class very confused about the world. And you will leave this class still confused...but confused on a higher level" And since then, she has been doing nothing but making sure philosophy does just that. Tension yeh hai, keh now we hav to write a dialogue between a classical philosopher and an east asian philosophers...a discourse between two eminent philosopher on...wait for it...THE MAJOR INTELLECTUAL TREND IN ISLAM! Let me tell u, if u don't know, Islam and its study, its philosophy is the most mind-bending task known to a university student. U hav the Sufis, the modernists, the peers, the faqirs...and then u have poor little us, who are still trying to pray five times a day. I'm telling u, they just turn the most basic stuff upside down and reach no conclusion...and they do this better with Islam than with any other topic. *sobbing* what a way to start the new year eh?

it's not as if anything is going wrong--new friends have been made, reasonable grades have been achieved, social life pretty good, but there's something that's been eating at me. I can't seem to write anymore. Not anything, even a blog post is left unfinished because I simply can't talk about anything, no matter how important it is to me. I used to love writing so much, but now, whenever I get some time to myself, i can't...just can't do it. There was a time when every single one of my emotions sparked a line, or a word, that was the beginning of so many poems. Sure, a lot of crap was there as well, but it was an outlet, something that made me feel as if i was one step closer to a writing career. Now i can't. I doubt if i could ever have been counted as a writer, but i liked to think of myself as one, at least in the future. Now i'm...nothing. I do everything but my so-called 'passion'. It's as if i just don't feel that much anymore, even though i'm thinking a lot, but i cannot get it down. I need a break from living...

uhh...today...today...is not going to be a good day. I can feel it in my bones. Today i am going to feel totally uncomfortable during the whole day because of my too-thick jacket and too-thin clothes, meaning i çan either swelter it out in the hot classrooms or freeze. Today, I will see just how badly i did on my Philosophy term test. Today, everyone will be too busy to come online. Today, the one class I have will be without any of my old friends. I will stay late after i'm free because i have to go see an instructor about some missed lectures. The instructor is so sweet she stifles me, and would probably take two hours over a 100 minute lecture. The super store and the khoka will neevr open until and unless i am safely in class. One of the coffee machines in the PDC will remain out of order, and I will never figure out how to operate the other one. The flowers arranged everywhere for the convocation tomorrow will stifle me wherever i go. The lights would be too bright, getting into my eyes and making me look like a yellow zombie with two huge black eyes. I will not be able to speak up in lectures. I will not be able to impress anyone, let alone a teacher. I feel compleetly dumb, mute, and thick...it's like i've lost the ability to think like an intelligent person...if i ever had that ability. ahhh...typing it all out has made me feel so much better. Not that the day looks any different, but the prospect of it ending is something to look forward to. I HATE MONDAYS

Been tagged by Chij, so my problem of having nothing interesting to blog abt is solved...bless you!! Seven Things I want to do in life: 1) Be a good Muslim 2) Be a successful writer, if only in my own eyes 3) Travel the world 4) Get as much knowledge and wisdom as I can 5) Get over my shyness once and for all 6) Save someone's life 7) Get good grades, but never at the expense of health or happiness Seven Things I can do: 1) Make wonderful tea 2) get even strangers to laugh and feel comfortable around me. 3) write weird things that I love anyway 4) Get on with life, no matter what happens 5) Forgive-just that. 6) Be rational 7) Talk to anyone about anything, or make ppl talk to me...maybe that's just a repetition of the second point...?? Seven Things I can’t do: 1) Smile without feeling conscious 2) Drive 3) Cook 4) Be a slave to anyone or anything 5) Hide my feelings about someone else 6) Forget someone's lack of thought 7) Tell any one person, no matter how close he/she is, everything about myself Seven things I say the most: 1) Khapp 2) Blogging/blog/blogger. 3) Allah! 4) uh...excuse me? 5) Bhaoo! 6) Chill/relax/it'll be ok 7) Aw, crap! Seven Things that attract me to the opposite sex: 1) Sense of humour 2) Intelligence 3) Easy, laid-back manner 4) Sincerity 5) Respect for women, elderly ppl, and ppl of other religons 6) Attractive smile, if nothing else 7) Height Seven Celebrity Crushes: Any crushes that i might hav had have been extremely embarassing and are better left untold... People I tag: Who else? 1) Ullas 2) Waj

I am at a loss--what do i talk abt after a week of silence? This is never the trouble when i meet people face to face...i can gab on and on abt everything in general and nothing in particular...but when it comes to writing or typing...khyr, let's see what happens. new quarter has started, and Intro to Philosophy seems pretty cool, considering i didn't want to take it but got enrolled neways...for Macroeconomics, i'm already falling asleep during the course outlines... btw, can anyone tell me what literature of conflict could possibly be? its first class is tomorrow and i just took it...sounded interesting and was offered to freshmen...i'm scared..what if its horrifically difficult and boring? what subject would i take then? waiting list kya hogi? friends hoon gay kay nahin? so many dilemmas, so little time....now u see y i don't come online much...

i suppose my blog's been deserted by now...i never knew i could be so busy and yet not so busy. All i'm doing these days is keeping my cousins company, so that they don't feel the pain so much...but life's getting back to normal. Hopefully, i will stop and try to write a meaningful post that would wow all of u. About the darned 6 days that my college grudgingly gave us after the exams (actualy it was 5, if u consider that the last exam was at night), i have no idea where they went. I have no contact with the outside world...if this is the hold that this college is going to hav on me, i'm seriously considering the hostel...

A thought for Father Christmas

Christmas is approaching and like any other year, my heart goes out to Father Christmas. How thankless is a job which involves fulfilling human desires? Father Christmas roams around on cold nights, sneaks in through chimneys and leaves behind for people, what they wish for. Why does he do that? What does he think of when he does that? Does he know that a man's wishes are too big to fit into a sock?

All the while, man continues to be as ungrateful as ever. Have you ever seen anyone saying, "I wonder what Father Christmas is doing now" on a sunny April afternoon or "What is it that Father Christmas wishes for"? Or even, "I don't wish for anything"? Yet Father Christmas toils away on chilly nights trying to please people who don't know how to be happy.