I forgot that we have nightingales/turtledoves in Karachi. And grasshoppers. And cats. And ants. We have donkeys and cows (though I personally do not like cows or donkeys).
And daal chawal. And mangos in the summer (though I'm not a huge fan of those, either). Trying to look for the positives after having watched the ShahRukh Khan film Swades which is actually a really good film and am glad I watched it. And that's saying a lot, because I absolutely detest him. And he almost won me over, but then he over-acted in the last half hour. It's just the way he does crying scenes. It's totally him acting out a character rather than us just seeing the character on the screen. But it was a really good film.
If I was the partying type of filly, I'd have no problem going back to Karachi. There's the beach, the bowling alley, the snotty restaurants, the raves, the boozing. It's all there. And if I could ignore the poverty instead of being called a foreigner every time. And if I had no issues about stuff like recycling and stuff. I'd be able to survive.
How the hell am I going to do this, God? You said you are my Haafiz; are you my Guide as well?
Extravert for a change. Um. Um. Um. I can see The Italian Job DVD cover in front of me. I might exchange it on Tuesday. God knows for what. I hope I find Les choristes and La grande séduction la bas parce que je suis absolument sure que I won't be able to find them over there (Karachi).
What the fuck? Life is retarded. So retarded. I hate this crap.
It's not that I am 'Westernised'. I have spent 11 years in Karachi and have felt like an outsider. It doesn't really matter where I am, I'll always feel like that. Well, except for Heaven. Which is a long shot, these days.
So, why go there? Why not stay here?
Because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. Because you didn't go on the dole. Because you aren't normal. Because you hit your father. And didn't wash dishes. And went on the Internet all day.
I am wearing my red York shirt. And I have a hole in my sock. It sucks that I won't be able to wear my winter coats any more. Fucking hell, I should have not been so bloody selfish and returned the coat to Debenhams.
Emerson, help me. Avicenna, help me. Oh Imam e Zaman - Aide-moi. J'ai besion de ca. You know I can't possibly live in that sort of a society for too long....don't you, Lord? I can't do the shalwar kameez thing, the aba thing. I hate the clothes there. Electricity failures and scorching heat and same old food and no recycling. This recycling thing has such a place in my heart.
But I'm being selfish. I should think of this as a change; to boil and filter the drinking water. To cut onions for my mum to cook. To sweep the floors while she relaxes.
As if.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
And daal chawal. And mangos in the summer (though I'm not a huge fan of those, either). Trying to look for the positives after having watched the ShahRukh Khan film Swades which is actually a really good film and am glad I watched it. And that's saying a lot, because I absolutely detest him. And he almost won me over, but then he over-acted in the last half hour. It's just the way he does crying scenes. It's totally him acting out a character rather than us just seeing the character on the screen. But it was a really good film.
If I was the partying type of filly, I'd have no problem going back to Karachi. There's the beach, the bowling alley, the snotty restaurants, the raves, the boozing. It's all there. And if I could ignore the poverty instead of being called a foreigner every time. And if I had no issues about stuff like recycling and stuff. I'd be able to survive.
How the hell am I going to do this, God? You said you are my Haafiz; are you my Guide as well?
Extravert for a change. Um. Um. Um. I can see The Italian Job DVD cover in front of me. I might exchange it on Tuesday. God knows for what. I hope I find Les choristes and La grande séduction la bas parce que je suis absolument sure que I won't be able to find them over there (Karachi).
What the fuck? Life is retarded. So retarded. I hate this crap.
It's not that I am 'Westernised'. I have spent 11 years in Karachi and have felt like an outsider. It doesn't really matter where I am, I'll always feel like that. Well, except for Heaven. Which is a long shot, these days.
So, why go there? Why not stay here?
Because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. Because you didn't go on the dole. Because you aren't normal. Because you hit your father. And didn't wash dishes. And went on the Internet all day.
I am wearing my red York shirt. And I have a hole in my sock. It sucks that I won't be able to wear my winter coats any more. Fucking hell, I should have not been so bloody selfish and returned the coat to Debenhams.
Emerson, help me. Avicenna, help me. Oh Imam e Zaman - Aide-moi. J'ai besion de ca. You know I can't possibly live in that sort of a society for too long....don't you, Lord? I can't do the shalwar kameez thing, the aba thing. I hate the clothes there. Electricity failures and scorching heat and same old food and no recycling. This recycling thing has such a place in my heart.
But I'm being selfish. I should think of this as a change; to boil and filter the drinking water. To cut onions for my mum to cook. To sweep the floors while she relaxes.
As if.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
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