Yesterday me and friends were freaking bored in college. Since all the teachers were occupied with teaching their classes and one of them absent, we were left to wander around aimlessly. We discussed about the advertisement now and then just to end up laughing and conversing over unconnected topics.
As I was sitting with Azraa, I saw Kulsum come up and tell us that Linu Ma'am was calling "us". Since she was far away I didnt really get what she actually said. I told her to tell ma'am that we didn't want classes. She kept repeating again and again that ma'am wanted just one of us to come. I understood that point only in the end. Azraa was getting up to leave when I handed my laptop to her and I went with Kulsum.
When I went to see ma'am who was teaching in the 2nd B.Com's class, the class seemed to find something funny. I didn't pay much attention and ma'am told me whatever it is she wanted to tell.
Later on I came why they were actually laughing. Of all the girls Kulsum only had to get me and they sure know well enough that Kulsum would walk into class bringing me her awake.
That was such a laugh for all of us. All of them said the same thing. "Of all the girls, she could only find Sarah to bring with her and she did." Such a predictable Kulsum! And ya since it was she who had come with the message, it would obviously be me who would answer her request!
An insight at random rantings
Thursday, 24 December 2009
Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Feral D.Jk
Yesterday we were sitting in the van for the other students and a teacher to come and join us in ours. During that time Kulsum pulled away my Feral D.Jk's home (the name I kept for my mobile). She left a slight dent on the side of D.Jk! This did make me say "ahhhh"! (I perfected my "ahhhh's" now). Kulsum apologized and was also laughing nonstop.
So I decided to take the big step and I renamed Feral D.Jk to "J.R. D.Jk". I asked Kulsum to send any picture so that I could reveal my Bluetooth name that way. She asked me a number of questions when she decided to transfer a particular picture. She asked me if I had named D.Jk as " Deployed D.Jk" or "Poor D.Jk"? All I said was you will see.
When she saw my Bluetooth name she was like J.R.? Then she realized whom it stood for (Kulsum is the creator of a character named J.R.). What she sent to my mobile was... a picture of Jasper Hale, who according to Kulsum is the twin brother of J.R.! So my Bluetooth contained J.R.'s name and I received an image of Jasper. All Pure coincidence right?
This was the picture I was talking about.
So I decided to take the big step and I renamed Feral D.Jk to "J.R. D.Jk". I asked Kulsum to send any picture so that I could reveal my Bluetooth name that way. She asked me a number of questions when she decided to transfer a particular picture. She asked me if I had named D.Jk as " Deployed D.Jk" or "Poor D.Jk"? All I said was you will see.
When she saw my Bluetooth name she was like J.R.? Then she realized whom it stood for (Kulsum is the creator of a character named J.R.). What she sent to my mobile was... a picture of Jasper Hale, who according to Kulsum is the twin brother of J.R.! So my Bluetooth contained J.R.'s name and I received an image of Jasper. All Pure coincidence right?
This was the picture I was talking about.
Wednesday, 16 December 2009
SILENCE
I need silence. pin drop silence. from the multi faced personality people. i need a relief. from their constant self centeredness. self-indulgence. i want to escape. from miles around. all i need is silence.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
My World This Week
I sat back today to analyze the hoards of things I have to complete and also commence. Starting with the item that has occupied all my conscious levels is the damn advertisement. Though the idea has been decided, its the number of things that we require to do to make it look like a full fledged ad. Videos and pictures! I hate dial-up connections. It makes work impossible with the amount of downloading that we have to do.
Next on saturday, comes the test: Front Page 2003! The heck. What does she teach us? She is horrible when it comes to teaching MS Office. We had to endure her crap in the 1st year and now its back to square one. So we have a test on that on saturday, which no sane person will look forward to.
After that is over the ad will have to be submitted on wednesday. Then we also have to make a powerpoint presentation on our college. It is voluntary but my friend was asking me to join her which I again have to consider. I need to help her out. If our ppt gets selected it will be displayed on the office screens in Dammam and Bahrain.
After all this hectic load we have an assignment on FrontPage to be completed. I tried to copy and paste but adobe reader is copy protected. Which means I will have to resort to writing which will never happen because figuring out my handwriting will be like deciphering codes. So I will have to type my way through.
After those blessed typing is over, next is the Wall Magazine! By then our brains will be exhausted! More ideas and more printing and more tension. Finally all the activities will get over... Oh also in between all these we will have another activity which also be the Debate and all the girls will look towards me for taking part in the debate. So maybe I will have to give in and have to take part.
Even after all this, life won't provide any hope as we will exams for the next few months!!!
Next on saturday, comes the test: Front Page 2003! The heck. What does she teach us? She is horrible when it comes to teaching MS Office. We had to endure her crap in the 1st year and now its back to square one. So we have a test on that on saturday, which no sane person will look forward to.
After that is over the ad will have to be submitted on wednesday. Then we also have to make a powerpoint presentation on our college. It is voluntary but my friend was asking me to join her which I again have to consider. I need to help her out. If our ppt gets selected it will be displayed on the office screens in Dammam and Bahrain.
After all this hectic load we have an assignment on FrontPage to be completed. I tried to copy and paste but adobe reader is copy protected. Which means I will have to resort to writing which will never happen because figuring out my handwriting will be like deciphering codes. So I will have to type my way through.
After those blessed typing is over, next is the Wall Magazine! By then our brains will be exhausted! More ideas and more printing and more tension. Finally all the activities will get over... Oh also in between all these we will have another activity which also be the Debate and all the girls will look towards me for taking part in the debate. So maybe I will have to give in and have to take part.
Even after all this, life won't provide any hope as we will exams for the next few months!!!
Monday, 7 December 2009
Rain!

After dinner I asked dad to take us outside. Me and my family went outside just to find that it had stopped raining and settled again for drizzling instead. I took out my favourite hat more like a fishing hat you could say and wore it instead of my scarf. It was amazing. The roads were already clogged with water for such a small amount of rain the reason being that the drainage system is poor in Saudi as I guess they never expected so much rain in the coming years.
We took a trip to the beach by detouring to buy some groceries first. That was when I switched on the radio and got Lara Scott on the World Chart Show. There were playing No. 5 Akon, which meant just three more songs to hit Mika! I was glad that I didn't miss Mika's "We are golden" song. After a life time of long awaiting agony they played his song. This time we were in the corniche road and I could see that it was drizzling again and the rain drops were caught up in the wind. The momentum of the car and the wind and the yellow street lights made the drops look like gold snow! I gasped with delight that made my mum think
that something was wrong. Maybe i should work on my "ahhhh"'s. "We are not what u think v areee, WE ARE GOLDEN! WE ARE GOLDEN!!!!!!!!!!"
Then to top all of it the sewage's also decided to join in and they made breathing so horrible I had to close up the window and also not hear the middle of the song! Screw u drainage system!
As soon as that smelly experience got over we took a turn and went down the way we had come. My sister and mum noticed that the waves were more rash then usual (there being no waves at all). Not even a hint. This was the first time we saw the waves crashing against the rock in non- systematic speed. It was beautiful. We got down from our cars and went to have a closer look. The drizzle drops, the wind and the drops from the crash of d waves so so cool. My mum was shivering. I wasn't. I felt so good like it was right for me to be there. We tried to take a pic of the waves but it was dark and the scene just couldnt be frozen permanently on the screen.
We got back into the car and took a longer road. This was deserted. My mum and my sister happened to come across a crane. Dad told that it was a figment of their imagination. We then stopped the car again and took a 5 minute hike and their we saw this beautiful crane standing on its one leg. All alone. I felt something inside me, which was hard to describe. We watched it there for a long time and then left. We headed home. It was a night that I will never forget.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Hello Khobar!
I reached Khobar on a fine morning! The trip was fine. No vomiting experiences. Our baggage was excess, which caused a commotion for almost 15 minutes. By the time we had scanned and got our boarding passes and went to the waiting lounge the gates had opened and we had to rush in! Whewf that was close. My seat number was 16 D which was next to a guy. Not a very comfortable experience. I asked the air hostess if I could change my seat and she said it was alright. Since dad was not travelling with us I did get a seat next to an old lady who was also going to Bahrain. Obviously. The flight journey was without any event. No movies either. Had no idea where they even had the TV monitors. Then we landed in Bahrain airport. We had no idea where to go in that place. I had to literally drag the stupid trolley bad and my laptop case up and down flights of stairs, which gave me a swollen hand.
After all the formalities we came out of the airport escorted by dad and my uncle. The weather was truly good. Pleasant. The way I like it. We had breakfast at Gowri Krishna. As usual dad's fav typical Indian breakfast- dosa and puri's and idl's and what not! I settled for two dosa's. Then we crossed the causeway which had no rush at being a Friday and all. We then came home, saw that all my contacts to the outside world was cut off (the telephone was dead, no net connection hence and there was no balance in my mobile), then relaxed and slept for almost 15 hours. That felt good. Got up for college which was so boring. Same faces same attitude and same complaints. Had a free day, which would have been productive if I had been at home. Came back home and lazed around the whole day. Then sitting now and updating my blog. Now I am tired of this also. Guess I will catch some sleep then. Tata!
After all the formalities we came out of the airport escorted by dad and my uncle. The weather was truly good. Pleasant. The way I like it. We had breakfast at Gowri Krishna. As usual dad's fav typical Indian breakfast- dosa and puri's and idl's and what not! I settled for two dosa's. Then we crossed the causeway which had no rush at being a Friday and all. We then came home, saw that all my contacts to the outside world was cut off (the telephone was dead, no net connection hence and there was no balance in my mobile), then relaxed and slept for almost 15 hours. That felt good. Got up for college which was so boring. Same faces same attitude and same complaints. Had a free day, which would have been productive if I had been at home. Came back home and lazed around the whole day. Then sitting now and updating my blog. Now I am tired of this also. Guess I will catch some sleep then. Tata!
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
2 more days 2 go
Just 2 more days to go and I will be in Al-Khobar! Man I can't wait to travel. This will be the first time we will going from Chennai to Bahrain and then to Khobar without dad. I love travelling like that. I get to play the boss which doesnt tire me easily. I will have to be more responsible and deal with the luggages, passports, tickets, boarding passes not to mention customs checking and visa stamp and approvals. But all this will work only if I curb my enthusiasm for air sickness.
I miss Khobar. The feeling I get when I remember my favourite hang out places is intoxicating. The excitement will die down once I step foot into that place. I sure have tonnes of assignments, seminars and presentations to handle, which will take most of my time. Not to mention a very helping dial- up connection, which will make my work more faster and reliable.
I miss Khobar. The feeling I get when I remember my favourite hang out places is intoxicating. The excitement will die down once I step foot into that place. I sure have tonnes of assignments, seminars and presentations to handle, which will take most of my time. Not to mention a very helping dial- up connection, which will make my work more faster and reliable.
Saturday, 3 October 2009
Blogger skins

It feels good again to hit the blog post area. Its been days and even months. Right now in India enjoying the on and off windy weather. Its strong enough to break tree branches. I have been going to Tally classes ever since I came here. The classes have ended but I am revising for as usual a scary exam so that I may gain a certificate. The place is good. A personal tutor. It is nice to get out of home once in a while. Just a week more and then I will be back in Khobar which I kind of miss. I miss the place and constant air conditioning and friends and most of all my very comfy comfy bed and blanky.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
The Crux Of Myriad
My friend Kulsum and I decided to do a personal project. Our intention behind this was to showcase our creativity and ingenuity. It also opened other ingresses aside from the basic intent it meant to serve.
The next move was to name our assignment. Kulsum finally came up with the word “Myriad”. She liked it. As she put it, it “sounded very Greek and” also had a “Magical” nuance to it. Then I stumbled across the term “Crux”, which caught my attention. I wanted to hold on to the word as I’m fond of the way the letter “x” sounds. Kulsum liked “Crux” because it verbalized heavily. We stuck on to these terms as we wanted to conclude on a base idea the two of us liked in addition to standing by the rudimentary rule of working as a team. We were and are a dream team.
We played with the words… “Crux… Myriad… Crux of Myriad? Myriad’s Crux (Kulsum was thinking of the grammatical arrangement at this point) Crux of Myriad... Crux of Myriad!!!” And that was how the phrase evolved. It was the best noun- adjective complement construction Kulsum ever came across and the first time I even fell upon a construction.
We then began to associate the words with ourselves. Kulsum was definitely Myriad. She simply gets cramped with ideas and solution. In a given minute, Kulsum transverses from the current time of initiation of the plan to the very end: its outcome. She dreams about all the possible forms of presentation, which is to be done after its completion. There is absolutely no stopping her… Now, this is where I come. The Crux. Once she messaged me stating “I have so many ideas I do not know where to stop”. I replied saying, “What is the Crux for then? To stop the springs of thoughts.”
As I was saying. I am the Crux. Kulsum and I cannot function without each other in a project. She is the start of. I’m the break of. She is the dawn. I am the dusk. She is the onset. I’m the end. Hence, she is the Myriad and I am the Crux.
As the days passed by, we were surging with notions of plans and designs. It was then realized that we were interconnected and interrelated with the phrase at a more intense and arcane level then it was previously thought of.
The phrase was expanded to harmonize with our respective personae. Myriad Watcher was titled to Kulsum. She watches people and draws conclusions and deduces the reason behind their actions and reactions all from an abstract perspective.
Listeners Crux was devised for me. I was designated this name as I pick up what everyone says, again, from an abstract perception. I hear and try to link people with their intended words and their situational stimuli. I analyze their supposed behaviour and then form a theory which resonances their statements.
As an interim final note we found the origins of the individual words. Myriad comes from the Greek word muriad or murious meaning countless. It was later adapted into Latin, French and then English.
Whereas, Crux originates from Latin which stands for the meaning cross. The name as remained as such and no changes have been made.
In conclusion this is the document that contains the secret lives of the Crux of Myriad.
The next move was to name our assignment. Kulsum finally came up with the word “Myriad”. She liked it. As she put it, it “sounded very Greek and” also had a “Magical” nuance to it. Then I stumbled across the term “Crux”, which caught my attention. I wanted to hold on to the word as I’m fond of the way the letter “x” sounds. Kulsum liked “Crux” because it verbalized heavily. We stuck on to these terms as we wanted to conclude on a base idea the two of us liked in addition to standing by the rudimentary rule of working as a team. We were and are a dream team.
We played with the words… “Crux… Myriad… Crux of Myriad? Myriad’s Crux (Kulsum was thinking of the grammatical arrangement at this point) Crux of Myriad... Crux of Myriad!!!” And that was how the phrase evolved. It was the best noun- adjective complement construction Kulsum ever came across and the first time I even fell upon a construction.
We then began to associate the words with ourselves. Kulsum was definitely Myriad. She simply gets cramped with ideas and solution. In a given minute, Kulsum transverses from the current time of initiation of the plan to the very end: its outcome. She dreams about all the possible forms of presentation, which is to be done after its completion. There is absolutely no stopping her… Now, this is where I come. The Crux. Once she messaged me stating “I have so many ideas I do not know where to stop”. I replied saying, “What is the Crux for then? To stop the springs of thoughts.”
As I was saying. I am the Crux. Kulsum and I cannot function without each other in a project. She is the start of. I’m the break of. She is the dawn. I am the dusk. She is the onset. I’m the end. Hence, she is the Myriad and I am the Crux.
As the days passed by, we were surging with notions of plans and designs. It was then realized that we were interconnected and interrelated with the phrase at a more intense and arcane level then it was previously thought of.
The phrase was expanded to harmonize with our respective personae. Myriad Watcher was titled to Kulsum. She watches people and draws conclusions and deduces the reason behind their actions and reactions all from an abstract perspective.
Listeners Crux was devised for me. I was designated this name as I pick up what everyone says, again, from an abstract perception. I hear and try to link people with their intended words and their situational stimuli. I analyze their supposed behaviour and then form a theory which resonances their statements.
As an interim final note we found the origins of the individual words. Myriad comes from the Greek word muriad or murious meaning countless. It was later adapted into Latin, French and then English.
Whereas, Crux originates from Latin which stands for the meaning cross. The name as remained as such and no changes have been made.
In conclusion this is the document that contains the secret lives of the Crux of Myriad.
Monday, 9 February 2009
Marble Cake
I decided to bake again. That’s like twice in the same week. Last time it was apple pie for my friend. Though I have baked that like a billion times (ok not that many… maybe one less than a billion) it was a near debacle. I slowly escaped for a shower leaving my mum behind to find a technique to perfect the pie. She did a good job and I later took the credit for it (that’s another story).
So I resolved to quench my thirst for baking today and Marble Cake it was. Since there were instructions given regarding how to
make it into a checkerboard design, I and my sister went straight to “manufacturing” it. We gathered around all the required and (non) essential ingredients. We mixed one constituent after the other to make a perfect batter. It tasted good. I couldn’t eat all the batter as we had to leave some for baking also. The next step was to layer it. One spoon cocoa mixture another spoon vanilla mixture side by side and over and above. The two batters ended up mixing together to generate something very remote from a checkerboard. It was all swiveled and mixed together.
It was disappointing and even the taste was ok. It was Martha Stewart’s recipe. I guess she forgot to incorporate something into it. I’m a good baker provided the procedure is correct. It was fun though… messing up the whole place (not for mum!). I look forward to baking again given that Martha gives proper instructions next time.
So I resolved to quench my thirst for baking today and Marble Cake it was. Since there were instructions given regarding how to

It was disappointing and even the taste was ok. It was Martha Stewart’s recipe. I guess she forgot to incorporate something into it. I’m a good baker provided the procedure is correct. It was fun though… messing up the whole place (not for mum!). I look forward to baking again given that Martha gives proper instructions next time.
Sunday, 8 February 2009
~RESULT~
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~I made up my mind~
...Affirmative...
~For those who beleagured me~
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Saturday, 7 February 2009
Us Two

There's always Pooh and me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.
Thursday, 5 February 2009
decree
I make my decisions. Only I can negate them.
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Edward Said
Muslims are not the only ones who support Palestine. There are still other Christians and Jews who also defend Palestine. As Allah (subhanahu watallah) says in the Al- Qur'an Al- Kareem
"And nearest among them in love to the believers will you find those who say "We are Christians". Because among these are men devoted to learning. And men who have renounced the world. And they are not arrogant".
Such a person is Edward Said who short biography is give below:
He wrote his first political essay, “The Arab Portrayed,” in response to Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir’s declaration in 1969 that “There are no Palestinians.” Said writes that he took on “the slightly preposterous challenge of disproving her, of beginning to articulate a history of loss and dispossession that had to be extricated, minute by minute, word by word, inch by inch.”
That piece launched a lifetime of writing and activism. Said championed the rights of the Palestinian people to determine their own future—while insisting that Palestinians acknowledge the persecution and genocide suffered by the Jews. “[T]he struggle for equality in Palestine/Israel should be directed toward a humane goal, that is, co-existence, and not further suppression and denial,” he wrote.
The most influential of Said’s many books is Orientalism (1978), which denounces “subtle and persistent Eurocentric prejudice against Arabo-Islamic peoples and their culture,” arguing that these biases have served as a justification for the West’s imperial ambitions in the Middle East and Asia.
Said’s activism exiled him from Israel and Palestine for most of his life and provoked criticism in this country. He has been called everything from “the professor of terror” to a Nazi, and his office at Columbia was set on fire. But he persevered, publishing regularly in The Nation, the Arabic newspaper al-Hayat in London, and many other publications. His enduring legacy is the courage to say the most difficult things to the most difficult people in the most difficult circumstances.
"And nearest among them in love to the believers will you find those who say "We are Christians". Because among these are men devoted to learning. And men who have renounced the world. And they are not arrogant".
Such a person is Edward Said who short biography is give below:
(1 November 1935- 25 September 2003)
Edward Said was a teenager when Israeli forces captured West Jerusalem in 1948. His family fled with other Palestinian refugees to Cairo. He eventually attended Princeton and Harvard and settled in the U.S., where he became a professor of comparative literature at Columbia University, a celebrated intellectual, and the leading advocate for Palestinian self-determination.He wrote his first political essay, “The Arab Portrayed,” in response to Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir’s declaration in 1969 that “There are no Palestinians.” Said writes that he took on “the slightly preposterous challenge of disproving her, of beginning to articulate a history of loss and dispossession that had to be extricated, minute by minute, word by word, inch by inch.”
That piece launched a lifetime of writing and activism. Said championed the rights of the Palestinian people to determine their own future—while insisting that Palestinians acknowledge the persecution and genocide suffered by the Jews. “[T]he struggle for equality in Palestine/Israel should be directed toward a humane goal, that is, co-existence, and not further suppression and denial,” he wrote.
The most influential of Said’s many books is Orientalism (1978), which denounces “subtle and persistent Eurocentric prejudice against Arabo-Islamic peoples and their culture,” arguing that these biases have served as a justification for the West’s imperial ambitions in the Middle East and Asia.
Said’s activism exiled him from Israel and Palestine for most of his life and provoked criticism in this country. He has been called everything from “the professor of terror” to a Nazi, and his office at Columbia was set on fire. But he persevered, publishing regularly in The Nation, the Arabic newspaper al-Hayat in London, and many other publications. His enduring legacy is the courage to say the most difficult things to the most difficult people in the most difficult circumstances.
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