Since I was a kid, comparisons have been drawn between me and my mother, and how we look alike, how I have all of my features. But when it came to habits, i was usually related to my dad’s family! But listening to my dad yesterday, I realized I am more like him!
He was revisiting old memories of his days with his only boss that he had in his life Khan Sahab, a character in my imagination that is tall, white, bald wearing a sherwani! But I think its time to readdress that memory with some reality! We have some pictures of him! I need to go and check them!
So he was telling me this story, and the end of it was something like how his boss said that if Nisar (my dad) was wrong he would ask for his resignation, which he was sure enough that he would hand out in a moment to me without any hesitation! He didn’t need to ask my dad for such a thing! My father was right.. the other guy was fired right there and then! Continue reading
This fact was brought to my attention by a friend, who knew me when I was a kid, and with whom I again became acquainted a year ago… Hey Noman …that I have always been obsessed with throwing parties. Now, I don’t know if the word obsessed is particularly flattering for my condition or not, but I do know, that yes I like (meant in the most mildest sense ever) to throw parties. I just love the idea of having friends over and sitting and talking to them. And since I am the only one who likes to cook and try new recipes, I have never in my life have had any issue with being the host.
So last night while working I decided, that I need a final party and blow my steam night before I plunge myself into my thesis year, and since I wont be allowed to go out for a party, I might as well bring the party over to my place.
There is also one more reason for doing this! See my tradition of having lunch
Tequila Chicken Image from Pioneerwoman.com
at my place every Eid has been shattered due to a friend getting married …Hello Sara! Obviously she can’t make it on that day since now she has other priorities.. so time to shift the tradition a bit! But well I came up with that reason later on! Still, it’s a good one! So new tradition.. dinner/ lunch/whatever at my place every first Saturday of the new year! So this year it come down to the 1st of January 2011, which is a Saturday..Isn’t that great!
So now comes the recipe selection part. First comes the Appetizers:
..but some how I just could not make myself sit down and write it all down. It could be the keyboard’s fault ( I love this new one) or the fact that not indulging myself in music at full volumes every few weeks make me go weird, or it could simply be that I just didn’t know how to verbalize my thoughts about the topic which I have wanted to write for a while. But whatever the reason be, here I am! And I am typing away!
Karachi is becoming a very unpredictable city. it is losing all that I cherished about it slowly. before you could out till the early hours of the morning and not have a worry in your head. the city was so alive. I remember we never used to worry about going to the market, because we knew that it would be open till at least 1 or so. But now things are changing so drastically.
Karachi in flames.. again and again and again!
If it’s not the rains, then it would be some son of a bitch dying, some random shoot out which makes no sense to you, a prediction that something will happen, but something or the other is always there to terrorize the Karachities and make sure that they make their way home as soon as possible. this fear has simply taken away the spirit of the city.
A few days back for some research I was in Ranchore line, and talking to people and trying to get a few survey, that all of a sudden gun shots were fired, the shops shutters closed down, and the person I was interviewing – a woman – started questioning me in the most weirdest manner that who am I ? Why am I here ? What was the purpose of my visit?It was the same day that 6 people had been killed at SherShah Market for no reason at all! Just a random shoot out. Another day in the city’s history! Nothing unusual anymore in Karachi! Continue reading
My birthday – 3rd July – has always been a very happening way! For one thing, there is always the FIFA World Cup every 4 years to look forward to, and always always the Quarter Finals happen to be on that day! Then there have been the time that I was in Kashmir with my friends, and we went for my birthday to Chikar – an artificial lake developed after the 2005 Earthquake in Kashmir.
The Birthday in Kashmir
There was the one when me and my family went to Pizza hut, and the waiter fell over singing “Happy Birthday” – that was one hilarious sight!
I had been overly excited about this birthday.. I mean I am always excited about my birthdays but this time it was special. I had just completed my first freelance project and it looked superb. Plans were discussed for weeks about where we should go out for dinner, wish list for my gifts were prepared by me and then handed out to people.. But never during imagining all of this had i thought that my plans would have to be cancelled because of my neighbor’s 20-year-old daughter. Continue reading
So let me very briefly explain to you what I mean by this title. It was exactly 15 years ago that my dad got a heart attack, but things have changed a lot since then. For one thing, I am not 9 year old any more.. and secondly, neither are both my parents as young as they used to be.
I remember when the last time my dad got an attack, I felt like I had become an orphan. Since my mom used to spend the major part of the day in the hospital, and we were yet not old enough to be admitted in to the ICU, that left me and my sis to go to a relatives house and spend the day there. I used to hate it. I used to convince my mother that we were old enough to be left alone at home and that I can take care of myself and my sister, and just to prove this point, I started to spend as much of the daytime at my place. Continue reading
The initial title of this post was “Hachiko: my latest Inspiration”. This was post-dads-heart attack. But now however, this title is completely appropriate for this film. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean this sarcastically. This is literary true!
We rarely watch movies together, so this was a rare act that was performed especially in the honor of this movie. I think it was the love of animals that my dad had that made us all sit together. We all cried like babies, tears streaming down our faces like there was no end tomorrow. My dad however didn’t display this act of attachment to this movie, but he was moved. We discussed the movie for hours after it was over.. I don’t know how is the film doing n the box office or anything, but for us the film was an instant hit.
I guess no body can ever be prepared for their own parents getting sick and this is why a hospital experience always gets tiring. My father got a massive heart attack on the friday morning. And since then i have spent majority part of my day at the hospital. His artery was completly blocked. The doctor has defined this operation as a miracle. He had angioplasty and the doc are saying that he might need operation in all his other arteries too. The hospitals are a weird place. And i have come to realized that one has to be worried about so Much more than just the patient. Actually even the patient, my dad, was completly taken care of by the hospital staff. That left us to worry about the hospital bill. I have no idea how we are going to cross this bridge. Coming up with this big an amount at once is not easy. But still we are hopeful. My dad will be coming home tomorrow.