song of the day November 29, 2006

have been humming this since yesterday…stumbled across it on a friend’s iPod

its got NO lyrics! but its sumhow jst STUCK in my head….does that happen to u??

chalo dildaar chalo chaa.nd ke paar chalo
Let’s go, darling, let’s go, let us go to the far side of the moon
ham hain taiyaar chalo
I am ready; let’s go.
aa’o kho jaaen sitaaron men kahii.n…
Come, we shall lose ourselves in the stars
chhod den aaj yeh duniyaa yeh zamiin duniyaa yeh zamiin
Today we shall leave behind this world, this earth, this earth and world
chalo dildaar chalo chaand ke paar chalo
Let’s go, darling, let’s go, let us go to the far side of the moon
ham hain taiyaar chalo
I am ready; let’s go
ham nashe men hain sambhaalo hamen tum…
I am intoxicated; take care of me.
niind aatii hai jagaa lo hamen tum jagaa lo hamen tum
I grow sleepy; wake me, wake me!
chalo dildaar chalo chaand ke paar chalo
Let’s go, darling, let’s go, let us go to the far side of the moon
ham hain taiyaar chalo
I am ready; let’s go.
zindagii khatm bhii ho jaa’e agar…
Even if life should end…
na kabhii khatm ho ulfat ka safar ulfat ka safar
love’s journey, love’s journey shall never end.
chalo dildaar chalo chaand ke paar chalo
Let’s go, darling, let’s go, let us go to the far side of the moon
ham hai.n taiyaar chalo
I am ready; let’s go.

download here

yeah i’ve changed it quite a bit when reposting from blogger

~~ beach ~~ November 27, 2006

should’ve been typed and posted by the 12th,max 15th of november…but i jst didnt get time!!

in spite of the fact that i didnt have afshan mahmood to give me company this time on the beach, and the dismal gang of roghani and MAK were arranging the beach trip this time, i still went to the beach

why? cz its *the beach!* everyone enjoys the sun,sands and sea isnt it? now typically beach trips involve a notice being put up and people jst arriving *late* at city campus so tht we can pile up into a bus on a sunday morning and have an MTV grind of sorts in Pakistan =P

this time we had to get permission slips signed *absuuuurd rule…do we look like second graders going on a field trip to the zoo???*…hell we’re at university and the though of going up to ur parents to get a permission slip signed was jst plain ridiculous! so most of us faked our signatures and were there at city campus on sunday the 12th of november… there seemed to barely any people there…and there was a whole fuss when it came to the buses…

before the beach..thats fariya behind baba

anyhow we got to the beach..the hut had a really nice view of the glittering beach…and the girls actually had two rooms and a proper loo to themselves…the poor guys i think had a tiny room and a curtain!

anyway…since there were such few of us, we stuck together and ventured into the sea…instead of going oooh..nice water…all we did was “OUCH! rock!” “dont go there, rock range” and they were sharp rocks…i dont think anyone came back with uninjured feet….and then there were bits of the beach tht felt like cow dung* under ur feet*…the dj was pathetic *untill roghani came up and took over the show from him*, lunch was really late…and i was missing afshan waayyyy tooo much listening to the songs!

spent quite a lot of time w/ BBA1s who were intent on trying to drown poor fariya, who hadnt even brought along a spare shirt…we finally gave up trying to enjoy the sea and came out to bask in the sun….it was there we saw a competition of sorts…there were about 8 guys building a sand pile, and a little closeby, just 3 girls…the guys had a huuuuge pile n they kept mocking the poor girls….seeing the poor girls being victimized, i gathered around friends, and we decided tht our sand pile’s going to be bigger…hehe..and guess what! we accomplished it…at one point we had a huge crowd around us cheering! hehe chhoti chhoti khushiyan! and then sum guy fell on the sand piles…and ended up destroying both…huge sand fight followed

us on the sand pile

since the beach was too rocky, people found things to do onshore…camel rides, beach volley, kho kho, kabaddi, i think i saw a game of tag too…and then we had the *couples* hehe…and the 5 person dance parties…

and afterrr…and yes af thats ALL the people who turned up from our class..i think abeera isnt there..she was too wet to appear on camera
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in retrospect, the beach was really just as bad we expected it to be…crappy water, pathetic arrangements, and low turnout

i expected better from roghani!!

next event he organized was the annual dinner on saturday! and hah…we have finally come to a time when the only people performing onstage will be from people within IBA!! lack of funds to have a proper concert? I dont think sooooooo…more about the annual dinner later..im currently going in chronological order…next up is the ~seminar~!

hehe..what kinda candy are YOU! November 27, 2006

Gummy Bears

You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you’re so darn cute.

What Kind of Candy Are You?

dont believe in it…but addicted to online quizzing! November 27, 2006

Your EQ is 147

50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you’d have better luck understanding Chinese.71-90: You’ve got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.91-110: You’re average. It’s easy to predict how you’ll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.150+: Two possibilities – you’ve either out “Dr. Phil-ed” Dr. Phil… or you’re a dirty liar.

What’s” Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?

give it a try and post ur eq!

kill blogspot November 21, 2006

okie im going to sit down n cry now…

my blog’s disappearred!

googlism November 21, 2006

here’s sth completely random!

hehe

try it our urself!

http://www.googlism.com/index.htm?ism=abeer&type=1

jst type in ur name, and u’ll get random stuff….here’s what i got for mine…some of the BS is actually true hehe..

Googlism for: abeer

abeer is an egyptian by heritage *actually its just an egyptian name…for females, i may add*
abeer is a retreat from any kind of progress *noooo….im an optimist*
abeer is the mother of 4 children between the ages of 3 and 11 *WTF??*
abeer is a red dye which symbolizes the blood of the tyrannical king kiranya who in hindu lore was ordered burnt alive by his son prince prahalad
abeer is a non *whats a non?*
abeer is sprayed on all from overhead pipe and sprinkler systems
abeer is the mother of 4 children between t he ages of 3 and 11 *WTF??? TWICE CAN U BELIEVE IT!*
abeer is the first graduate amongst her two brothers and three sisters
abeer is a singer with the daughters of the nile orchestra and member of the national troups of arab music
abeer is 25 and my younger sister layla is 16 years old
abeer is married with one daughter *DUDE MAKE UP UR MIND ABOUT THE NUMBER OF KIDS I HAVE!*
abeer is a former birzeit university scholarship student and us citizen who now lives in the state of virginia
abeer is made of small crystals of paper like chips of mica *does that mean im a sparkler *
abeer is the person who helps amina with all the organizational work that must be done *hehe…aamenah is my sister’s name!!…and yeah i help her organize her crayons..if that counts*
abeer is 12
abeer is also preparing her next album that will be produced by rotana
abeer is one of the sweetest people i know *get that a lot!*
abeer is back; sexmachine; hot links; arab night club; boyish love; tashØÇÔ ãÇ ØÇÔ; nightmarechild; underground; dawnload; paris *giggles*
abeer is a palestinian who was born and raised in saudi arabia *change tht to pakistani*
abeer is miraculously able to stay fit as she holds together our family life by keeping up with the household chores *sighs..yes housework is something im VERY familiar with*
abeer is my name nora *LMAO*
abeer is a serious artist
abeer is sure various political factions
abeer is continuously beaten by prison guards *hah*
abeer is mixed and sprayed on all those who participate in the celebrations
abeer is self confident *true!*
abeer is etwas weit weg *gg*
abeer is a euro abeer and tali i know for sure
abeer is well *nods*
abeer is disseminating information and networking with the outside world on the internet *more nods*
abeer is having his own secretary if she can make it at the gathering
abeer is from saudi aribia and speedy is froma mexico *hehe..im thinking speedy gonzalez…are u?*
abeer is also a member here
abeer is playing the role of a businessman’s wife who is suffocated by the busyness and the neglect of her husband *one thing im NEVER going to be!*
abeer is now working in play “do re mi fasolia” with actor samir ghanem
abeer is hot *smuuugggg look*

i know all of it was completely random…but it was so hilarious i couldnt help but comment! =D

nooo i havent given up blogging November 21, 2006

i just can’t find the tiiimmmeeee :S

wht’ve i been upto?

way too much!

last sunday was the beach trip, with toooo rocky a beach, lots of sand castles, mundane walks on the seashore, missing people and a BAD dj *detailed,illustrated blog to feature in the days to come*

erm, then monday-wednesday: *BIG BLUR* interviews, play, seminar work, assignments….

thursday the day before the seminar: i think it was also fariya‘s bday..crazy lunch at Arizona Grill…oh and murtaza abbas was the angel who told me that i’d been made social sciences manager…*yayy*

friday: the seminar itself…way too much happened tht day *again detailed blog to be there in the days to come*

saturday: panic and rehearsals at city campus…my actors playing *ditch* like always

sunday: talentopia, oh and what a great day tht was…*blog AND videos coming up*

im sorry im being a ditcher and all, cz i just cant find the time to blog…currently working on my social sciences poster!

oh and yes, i’ve got finals in abt 10 days…i SHOULD be freaking out!

but am also heading home on the 16th!

can’t waitttttt

P.S.: that has to be my shortest and most random blog yet!

and in other news =D November 13, 2006

begu

Dancing eunuchs taxing red-faced shopkeepers

“The novel tax-collection technique kicked off Wednesday, with boisterous eunuchs loudly demanding that mortified shopkeepers pay up — to the bemusement of scores of onlookers.

Taxmen pocketed 425,000 rupees ($9,570) from defaulters in a few hours.

“People may be afraid of them, but they are very much part of society and are useful,” Prasad said, adding that authorities would pay the eunuchs a four percent commission on the total tax collected.”

so if we put begum nawazish ali and her saheliyan on our CBR, our tax woes should be resolved ..hehe…and the sahelis can get new joras too…steady income stream..hmmm..i like it!

Manners maketh millionaires

So says etiquette expert Diana Mather who Friday launched a weekend house party at a Scottish castle for businessmen, academics and diplomats eager to prove the 14th century proverb “Manners Maketh Man.”

As well as traditional country house pursuits such as clay pigeon shooting, bridge and formal Scottish dancing, participants will be tutored in the finer arts of charm and proper etiquette — all in the name of good business.

“This unique weekend provides the ideal setting for learning international protocol as well as the essentials of what it takes to become a lady or gentleman,” Mather says.

“The English gentleman is still viewed as the most gentlemanly in the world. They are the gold standard. British manners are the passport to success in the boardroom.”

as if we didnt have enough courses already…*mumbles*…manners are taught at home!!! and the guys could really do with some!! =D

*reminds self to write blog on the parenting debate*

Libraries in the sand reveal Africa’s academic past

Researchers in Timbuktu are fighting to preserve tens of thousands of ancient texts which they say prove Africa had a written history at least as old as the European Renaissance.The texts were stashed under mud homes and in desert caves by proud Malian families whose successive generations feared they would be stolen by Moroccan invaders, European explorers and then French colonialists.

smart move Malian families!!

The people of Timbuktu, whose universities were attended by 25,000 scholars in the 16th century but whose languid pace of life has been left behind by modernity, have similar hopes.

“The nations formed a single line and Timbuktu was at the head. But one day, God did an about-turn and Timbuktu found itself at the back,” a local proverb goes.

“Perhaps one day God will do another about-turn so that Timbuktu can retake its rightful place,” it adds.

u know this could be really really really interesting…i read somewhere that Mali was a Muslim kingdom and the king of Mali and his hajj procession was a famed one…but i guess that was before *after?* the 16th century.. S

*confession*i don’t know my centuries

Hundreds to compete for rock, paper, scissors title

Top players from around the globe will gather in Toronto this weekend to compete for a C$10,000 ($8,840) prize and the title of world champion.

More than 500 contestants, including national champions from Australia, Norway and New Zealand, are expected to attend.

Tournament organizer Graham Walker said players will have to steel themselves against psychological pressure as players typically form teams to rally each other.

“The team will surround the arena, provide moral support and usually try to intimidate the opponent,” said Walker, who is also co-author of “The Official Rock Paper Scissors Guide.”

hehe..this one reminded me of yasmin ansari and how we used to play rock paper scissors with her back in 3rd or 4th grade….she was just too good..hehe..so do we have any more rock paper scissors champs in the house?

and those of u who dont know how to play..there are directions on *how to play* in the article..hilarious =D

love hate relationship November 11, 2006

i sound too IBA centric in my blog..at least thats what i think..most prolly cz i spend MOST of my time either there or doing work for there…out of obligation and not out of choice! and the season up ahead is such when we’ll get NO weekends and meet IBA people 7 *and a half* days a week…im NOT complaining

since the convocation was just around the corner, the iba admin had been painting pillars walls and poles left right and center….doors polished and light fixtures changed..all for the big today when our (dis)honored governor, Dr. Ishrat ul Ibad actually bothered blessing our premises,and our dear Director Mr. Danishmand made a point to *surprise surprise* harp onnnn and onnnn about the glory of the IBA

dont get me wrong…i love the place…favoritism and all! No matter how much u hate IBA for whtever, its policies, its system,its people,its rigidities…u eventually come around to loving it for its *legacy*…the legacy that all of us IBA people come to be part of…and again, the true IBA person is that who has spent at least 4 years here…ive seen grown macho guys as well as the most emotionally resistant of girls crumble to their knees at the thought of leaving IBA behind

*sighs* and yes i know i’ll cry when i leave too..its a love hate relationship really

one reason to love IBA : they’re finally acknowledging a management guru….Abdul Sattar Edhi was awarded an honorary doctorate today …he got a doctorate for social services management..and it was so humbling to meet him…i felt honored to be speaking to him…*respect* thru n thru for the man who’s gone out of his way to make a difference to the world…my last post was about bring frozen…and there were quite a few times when i was reminded of my post when i was at the convocation today…when we heard him speak *and there were very few of us listening* about how he was an utterly uneducated man…we were in utter shock when he said that he had read only 2 books in his whole life..and that too in Gujrati[hindi dialect]…he said he didnt deserve to be called maulana[religious cleric] since he could not even read the Quraan…he was illiterate and he had to rely on tape recordings of Quraanic recitation and translation for his Islamic education…when he was being taken for lunch by the IBA hotshots..he saw us girls standing there smiling at him and he came up to us and started talking to us..saying out of the blue “itne saalon main maulanaon ne mujhe poocha bhi nahi..aur aaj in logon ne mujhe degree de di”[ for all these years the religious clergy never acknowledged me..and today these good people have bestowed a degree on me]…the look of utter contentment on his face was a sight to marvel…i didnt have the courage to ask for a picture with him..i didnt think i was capable of standing in the same frame….he is just plain WOW…just shows that literacy does not make one educated =)

anyway..while maulana edhi was giving his speech behind me was a huge audience…of students and parents…who were busy chattering amongst themselves and not even bothering to clap when Dr. Edhi was given his doctorate…it quite honestly pissed me off…i said in the last post about people being numb to their conscience and just NOT listening to the people who matter..and here was evidence of that…and i wish i cdve been disproved…

ho hum…i wont get depressed over the lack of conscience and humanity in people!!! i won’t i won’t i won’t!

anyway..it was good meeting old friends today…people who have graduated..and managed to get a few white hairs already..some of them losing their hair..some of them changing their hair color…it sounds so odd…me discussing people’s hair…hehe..cant help but notice!! =P *yes sarah..nothing has changed*

which reminds me…the newest member of the blogosphere is *drumroll*..my jaaaannnnnnuuuuu sarah khan =D as sarah would put it *harippa* =D

Mmmmmmmmmm November 10, 2006

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open

You’re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You’re broken
When your heart’s not open

Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key

Now there’s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I suffer the same
If I lose you
My heart will be broken

Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside of you die
You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open

Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key

You only see what your eyes want to see
How can life be what you want it to be
You’re frozen
When your heart’s not open

Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key

Mmmmmm, if I could melt your heart
Mmmmmm, we’d never be apart
Mmmmmm, give yourself to me
Mmmmmm, you hold the key

If I could melt your heart

i’ve never been in awe of madonna…at least i wasnt when i first saw/heard this song…i remember the video was all the rage cz she used henna…and mannnn i loved those designs…but then again…i love henna no matter what!

rediscovered my love for this song after a long long time…when i found it on a friend’s iPod…and have been listening to it over and over since then…its dark,romantic, and it puts out quite a thought….

*you only see what ur eyes want to see…*

according to her being self centered means that ur frozen…if thats the case then every other person u meet is frozen…have people been so accustomed to this selfish ass licking attitude that they’ve forgotten what real warmth is? that they brush off real warmth calling it *fake*…isnt this negative conditioning of our generation to be told that all that matters in life is how much u earn…and the only way u can climb the ladder is to go around buttering up the people in power…people who like to hear praise because they themselves think that their achievements are inadequate unless someone comes and compliments or commends them…like dr mahnaz said…we’re all slaves and yet controllers of the status quo…we think we’re superior and yet we’re the ones subject to our whims,wants and desires…no matter how powerful our influential one becomes..i guess at the end of the day its about bringing urself to life…even if that means on relying on someone else’s opinion of u

my thoughts as i put them down may seem *disconnected*,*philosophical*, *fake*, and just another *sentimental rant* triggered by a song…but i know that these thoughts cross our minds…everyone’s mind…and i guess if a person is not thinking along these lines s/he has either already attained *self-actualization* or is too drugged by the material world to talk to his/her conscience

at the end of the day…arent we all victims…arent we all *frozen*?