You have changed so much; You don’t even write a blog anymore¹
You are not as funny as you used to be. You have grown old. You have stopped laughing. You are in depression for leaving the States.
The best was - You have completely changed. You don’t even write a blog anymore. (How ‘changing’ which happens as a normal course, approximately 3 months after one starts dating a woman, is related to writing a blog. I don’t know)
Such were the comments from a dear woman friend of mine, from my days in the land of opportunity, when we spoke yesterday. The idea was to get me back to writing.
For the last so many months, friends and foes alike, have asked me to start writing again. Friends because they are my friends, and by virtue of that, they have not much to do. Foes because they still think I can actually become something one day. (Little do they know). So, after getting tired of distracting me by way of other means, they want me to write uselessly.
Well then, you may ask, and rightly so, as to why am I beginning to write again?
Maybe I just want to maintain a bit of sanity in my incredibly ‘legal’ life. Legal may not be construed as boring in the preceding sentence, by the way.
Regardless, the point is that I am back in the game. My foes have succeeded, and my friends have another reason to waste time. For me, I am still single, driving even a smaller car, living with parents, and writing a blog on a Saturday night.
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I am blessed with living in the City of Lights these days. Those of you who grew up watching PTV (Pakistan Television Channel) will know what I am talking about.
Those of you who were deprived like myself, whose parents wanted TV to be educational, and only allowed them to watch PTV2, may have difficulty understanding this phrase. For these creatures, I have nothing to say but to express my utmost sympathies. While this may not make things any better, may I just suggest that many of my friends attribute my personality deficiencies to watching PTV2 throughout childhood. To what extent it is correct, I will let the avid audience of PTV2 decide.
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Coming back to the City of Lights. Karachi. In spite of the kidnappings, robberies, muggings, electricity shutdowns, traffic jams, and what not, it is still considered the City of Lights. How so, you may ask? Well honestly, I have been here for quite some time but haven’t figured it out. Perhaps I will go watch the all time educational channel, PTV2, and see if I can find an answer.
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I had a very pro-Pakistan friend who had never traveled outside Pakistan. He went to the land of opportunity to pursue a masters degree. He of course hailed from the beautiful “City of Lights”. His remarks, a couple of months after he left Karachi, were
“Dude, what are we calling a city of lights? I was dumbfounded when I landed here…”
I will spare you the details but it is worth mentioning that he did not go to NYC or LA. He actually went to this small town in Kentucky.
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Does anyone else see the irony in the fact that the City of Lights faced an average electricity shutdowns of 16 hours last month. Most of the shutdowns happened during the night.
City of Lights is conserving energy.
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Most of you are probably familiar with the posts I wrote a couple of years ago, titled Dating a Desi Girl 101. Something very interesting happened a couple of days ago. Someone left a comment on that post advertising their online singles website. I am not sure if I am thought of as a desperado or what. But at a certain level, my blog being used for advertising ‘meet singles’ website, is somewhat promising.
Whether I started writing again to avoid such instances is probably not true. But then again, as they say, never say never.
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1. From a rather nostalgic conversation last night. Not mine, but I refuse to give due credit.
The best was - You have completely changed. You don’t even write a blog anymore. (How ‘changing’ which happens as a normal course, approximately 3 months after one starts dating a woman, is related to writing a blog. I don’t know)
Such were the comments from a dear woman friend of mine, from my days in the land of opportunity, when we spoke yesterday. The idea was to get me back to writing.
For the last so many months, friends and foes alike, have asked me to start writing again. Friends because they are my friends, and by virtue of that, they have not much to do. Foes because they still think I can actually become something one day. (Little do they know). So, after getting tired of distracting me by way of other means, they want me to write uselessly.
Well then, you may ask, and rightly so, as to why am I beginning to write again?
Maybe I just want to maintain a bit of sanity in my incredibly ‘legal’ life. Legal may not be construed as boring in the preceding sentence, by the way.
Regardless, the point is that I am back in the game. My foes have succeeded, and my friends have another reason to waste time. For me, I am still single, driving even a smaller car, living with parents, and writing a blog on a Saturday night.
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I am blessed with living in the City of Lights these days. Those of you who grew up watching PTV (Pakistan Television Channel) will know what I am talking about.
Those of you who were deprived like myself, whose parents wanted TV to be educational, and only allowed them to watch PTV2, may have difficulty understanding this phrase. For these creatures, I have nothing to say but to express my utmost sympathies. While this may not make things any better, may I just suggest that many of my friends attribute my personality deficiencies to watching PTV2 throughout childhood. To what extent it is correct, I will let the avid audience of PTV2 decide.
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Coming back to the City of Lights. Karachi. In spite of the kidnappings, robberies, muggings, electricity shutdowns, traffic jams, and what not, it is still considered the City of Lights. How so, you may ask? Well honestly, I have been here for quite some time but haven’t figured it out. Perhaps I will go watch the all time educational channel, PTV2, and see if I can find an answer.
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I had a very pro-Pakistan friend who had never traveled outside Pakistan. He went to the land of opportunity to pursue a masters degree. He of course hailed from the beautiful “City of Lights”. His remarks, a couple of months after he left Karachi, were
“Dude, what are we calling a city of lights? I was dumbfounded when I landed here…”
I will spare you the details but it is worth mentioning that he did not go to NYC or LA. He actually went to this small town in Kentucky.
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Does anyone else see the irony in the fact that the City of Lights faced an average electricity shutdowns of 16 hours last month. Most of the shutdowns happened during the night.
City of Lights is conserving energy.
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Most of you are probably familiar with the posts I wrote a couple of years ago, titled Dating a Desi Girl 101. Something very interesting happened a couple of days ago. Someone left a comment on that post advertising their online singles website. I am not sure if I am thought of as a desperado or what. But at a certain level, my blog being used for advertising ‘meet singles’ website, is somewhat promising.
Whether I started writing again to avoid such instances is probably not true. But then again, as they say, never say never.
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1. From a rather nostalgic conversation last night. Not mine, but I refuse to give due credit.
