I heard a hauntingly beautiful song from MTV Coke Studio- Pakistan recently. Nindiya Re by Kaavish.I’ve been listening to it on repeat ever since. The song makes me want to write and I haven’t written in a longg time now. Isn’t it funny how the most random things can inspire us.
October 19, 2011
Love is often times our biggest weakness and/or our greatest strength isn’t it?
September 24, 2011
So much for being a feminist and ranting about men on the internet. Unfortunately, the top search terms to find my blog happens to be, woman with three breasts, thanks to the post I wrote about offensive advertisements. Arrr.
What to do ji? Such are the ways of Google.
July 30, 2011
Listen. Enjoy. Repeat.
July 30, 2011
After almost 30 years of living on a planet that is 70% water, I have finally taken the plunge. I’m learning to shwimm!! I can’t call myself a mermaid as yet, cause it’s only been 5 classes , but nevertheless, considering that it took me 30 years to get into a pool, it’s an awesome achievement, wouldn’t you’ll suppose? So never mind that I share my Saturday mornings with bawling toddlers and angsty teenagers. It is an incredibly awesome feeling to be able to splash around in a pool while making the most incredible un-lady like noises. Wee Hee. If only I had known how much fun it would be to blow bubbles under- water through the nose, I might have enlisted earlier in the day.
Anyhoo, so this is what is keeping me busy on my weekends while the rest of the world is waking up late. What I also realized is that an hour of swimming exhausts the life out of me. However, my ancient body seems to be cooperating and off-late, I no longer feel the need to get a massage after getting done with my swim class. 
On the other hand, I feel soo good cause I am finally making a conscious effort to stay fit. My PCP, was getting tired of asking me to stay healthy so now I have some good news for him. I’m getting in shape and how. Shwimming and Yoga. Both are routines that I have never tried before but they both seem to be working well as of now. So let’s see how long this lasts and how soon I can turn into the fish that I was meant to be.
July 19, 2011
Hello world,
It has been a long break hasn’t it? But I am back. If I don’t keep writing, I will forget. And I don’t want to. Not as yet. Not before I document these daily, mundane days so that I can think of them later and be glad that I am done with them. We are all greedy creatures, wanting to know what the future holds for us while secretly hoping that our tomorrow’s will be better than our today’s. If only we could peek and find out for sure. But since that’s not to be for a while, this will have to suffice.
July 19, 2011
“I’m so angry I could kill somebody. I’m alone, and it doesn’t matter what job I have or what I do or what I don’t do or what friends I have, he’s not here. I mean you’re alone no matter what.”
P.S. I Love You.
May 26, 2011
This one is for you, Taz.
March 3, 2011
I love this piece written by Rosemarie Urquico . She sums up some of us who have always had a book in our hands for most of our lives. LOVE. LOVE.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
Rosemarie Urquico
