I must be a sweet person. I know, I know, it’s difficult to accept, and I always thought that I’d taste something like Iodine, but no, I must be sweet. How else would you explain why it is that the mosquitoes love (to eat) me…
Quick info on the minor changes made recently: Links alphabetized Stars added to ones that deserve stars Red Crescents for Islamic Blogs Green Crescents for blogs in Pakistan Eyes for blogs that are eye-candy Questions or comments?
I’m trying to write a blog, I really am. It’s just that my knee won’t stop bouncing and my head is going –zingzingzing- from the Turkish coffee that I just used to wash down a fudge-dipped oreo (singular). Another English Night is coming up. That’s…
I had a great time yesterday evening, and I spent much of it in the company of Hindus . I’m not saying that to be funny even, though my irreverent intention is to get a giggle out of a few of you. I did spend…
I went out to commune with the dog last night. Don’t laugh, that’s not the funny part of this blog. I try to hang out with her (the dog) just before I shower and change my clothes, that way I fulfill both the Islamic rules…
It’s been an interesting 36 hours folks. I got food poisoning, and this time it wasn’t even my fault. I ate Rasmalai from a bakery that apparently does not believe in expiry dates and within an hour I was feeling a-mighty bad. When I went…
I don’t really sound like a Gora Saab. (White-man) At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself all these years of speaking Urdu as a second language, and I would like to believe it, honestly I would. But I admit, my Urdu’s not perfect. –sigh-…
When you change cultures, the cultural rules change. You do things differently depending on where you’re staying and who you’re talking to. Like prank calls. In the US, a prank call begins with Hello, and goes something like this. Hello? Hey, is your refrigerator running?…
Drive carefully, the life you save may be mine.
Aniraz and I were driving home on Jinnah Avenue the other day, cruising in the fast lane at a comfortable 80km per hour. I don’t know how many miles per hour that is and I’m hoping someone will tell me, but anyway, we were cruising…
Would you like fries with that bride?
Three days ago a car pulled up at my father’s restaurant, packed with people, all dressed up. Now, I admit that Chez Daddy is a nice place, but it’s hardly fine dining. Three of the people got out, one of whom was a neighbor from…
Here I am with sporadic internet access again. Oh well. Seeing as how this is more like the norm than the exception I can’t complain about it any more. So right, Blogs away. Funny thing about living in a proper neighborhod, you get proper neighbors.…
I’m not a conspiracy theorist. I don’t have to believe in conspiracies to acknowledge that they’re out to brainwash us. See? (grr. ressafrassa, dang dirty, low-down varmints…) Neo-cons take up the task of ‘religion-building’ by Jim Lobe WASHINGTON: One thing that can be said about…
He came. It finally happened. The man I’ve been waiting for forever… the phone guy. YAY!!!!! But there’s a catch. After waiting three weeks for a phone line, we found out that the computer’s modem was damaged in the move, so now the computer has…