Thursday, July 28, 2011

The week that was:

Unearthing an old poem that I love:

The Way Things Are - Roger McGough

No, the candle is not crying, it can not feel pain.
Even telescopes, like the rest of us, grow bored.
Bubblegum will not make the hair soft and shiny.
The duller the imagination, the faster the car, 
I am your father and that is the way things are.

When the sky is looking the other way,
do not enter the forest. No, the wind
is not caused by the rushing of clouds.
An excuse is as good a reason as any.
A lighthouse, launched, will not go far,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

No, old people do not walk slowly
because they have plenty of time.
Gardening books when buried will not flower. 
Though lightly worn, a crown may leave a scar, 
I am your father and that is the way things are.

No, the red woolly hat has not been
put on the railing to keep it warm.
When one glove is missing, both are lost.
Today's craft fair is tomorrows boot sale. 
The guitarist weeps gently, not the guitar
I am your father and that is the way things are.

Pebbles work best without batteries.
The deckchair will fail as a unit of currency. 
Even though your shadow is shortening
it does not mean you are growing smaller.
Moonbeams sadly, will not survive in a jar,
I am your father and that is the way things are.

For centuries the bullet remained quietly confident
that the gun would be invented.
A drowning surrealist will not appreciate
the concrete lifebelt.
No guarantee my last goodbye is an au revoir, 
I am your father and that is the way things are.

Do not become a prison officer unless you know 
what your letting someone else in for.
The thrill of being a shower curtain will soon pall.
No trusting hand awaits a falling star
I am your father, and I am sorry
but this is the way things are.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

In my head...

I’ve been having a crazy week. Not crazy-busy at my job but in my head. There is too much to process, things that make me happy, things that make me sad and mostly, things that make me anxious. I think I had my first-ever anxiety attack on Wednesday night but alhamdulillah for the husband who didn’t flinch for a second but calmly held me while having me inhale some Vicks so that I could finally breathe properly. I think if I were in his place, I would have had a bigger panic attack myself!

Insha’allah, everything will get resolved soon enough. I’m not worrying this weekend insha’allah though I expect some exam-anxiety coming up with my final Arabic 101 exam beginning on Sunday.

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I just realized the other day that if you’re in a bad mood, the best thing to do is to direct your focus somewhere else, and a good khutbah always helps.

“In the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest” – I believe in this more and more with every passing day. In fact, it’s a funny coincidence that a favourite blogger’s just made this post (much more elaborate though).

Thinking about how much you’re hurting just makes you more bitter and resentful so you just continue in your downward spiral.

The next step? Don’t just direct your focus somewhere else, but make the effort to behave generously even though you feel like doing the exact opposite. The bonus: you’ll be in a better mood from when you started. And that’s a good thing because moods are contagious!

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On to some humour: My cousin regularly sends me these sexist jokes. Read and roll your eyes!

Good news:
The Japanese have produced a high speed sports camera, that has such an amazingly fast shutter speed that it can take a picture of a woman with her mouth shut.

Life mein hamesha hanste,
Gaate aur muskurate raho…
Taake tumhe dekhte hi log samajh jaaye ki…

You’re unmarried!

A husband gave the key of his new car to his wife with a warning:

“Darling, remember… if you meet with an accident, the newspapers will print your age!”

Boy’s vs. Girl’s brain:

Boy: How many apples can you eat on an empty stomach?

Girl: I can eat six apples

Boy: You can eat only 1 apple on an empty stomach because when you eat the second apple your stomach isn’t empty anymore! Ha!

Girl: Super joke! I’ll tell my friends!

Girl to her friend: How many apples can you eat on an empty stomach?

Friend: I can eat five

Girl: Hat yaar…! 6 bolti toh mast joke sunati thi…


Monday, July 18, 2011

And today we learn...

“Strange is the affair of the Mu’min (the believer), verily all his affairs are good for him. If something pleasing befalls him he thanks (Allah) and it becomes better for him. And if something harmful befalls him he is patient (Saabir) and it becomes better for him. And this is only for the Mu’mmin.” [Muslim]

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Home Alone

The M's visiting his parents until Tuesday so now I'm home alone. This is the first time I'll be staying alone-alone (as opposed to hostel-alone) and ze parents are paranoid (Mummy: "Tum kaam hi aise karte", hmmf!), but I'm looking forward to it. It's been a long time since I've had a room to myself, and now I have the whole house!

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It's unfortunate how we always choose to spend time over the bad news rather than the good news: I'm talking about the whiny posts on my blog. My last post was written on a Friday two weeks ago, unaware of what the Monday would bering. On Monday, I attended the weekly project team and heard the assistant manager say, "We're releasing six people from the project. The client has made budget cuts across all projects. The six people have been informed and the processing is underway." I had entered the conference room in a dark mood, mad that nobody from the project team had even bothered to tell me about my release and then I realized, that I wasn't the only one. At that, I felt even more pain; the project team is quite close-knit and I really didn't want to to see them break up...

I walked out of the meeting room in a daze, and then the project manager called me. I thought he was finally going to tell me in person. He seemed too mortified to get the words out of his mouth, but he eventually said that the two onsite BAs that I work with mostly, one who I actually report to and the other being the BA for this particular project, had been pressing for my retention, so they were reinstating my role. The assistant manager too called me and said, "Looks like you've really impressed X and Y with your work. Keep it up!" So, it turns out that at least for the present, I am somewhat indispensable, alhamdulillah. I also won a "Biz Whiz" (BhizWiz according to my manager :| ) Applause award for some "domain-building activities". Nothing to shout about from the hills, but appreciated nonetheless.

Yesterday, I met with my new pseudo-manager, he's someone who really commands my respect, both for his manners and his extensive knowledge of capital markets. Na-heee! My workdays are going to get more demanding!

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God works in mysterious ways, it's true. During the time that M was away, I was mad at him for almost half the time. Withdrawal symptoms?! Who would have thought?

Since he's been back, I find I appreciate him so much more and we've become even closer, alhamdulillah.

And I have quite a few material reasons to be grateful for the trip! He got me a beautiful handbag and


and this:

aaaaaaaand *drumroll*:

...ze ipad2! As I did with the Kindle, I wasn't too excited, in fact I urged him to gift it to his parents or mine because I couldn't figure out what we would do with three compooters. But after putting it up in the kitchen, listening to a khubah while cooking, browsing for recipes (looking up til ki chutney on zaiqa), and the funnest part, facetiming with Immus Naini, I think I'm beginning to convert. Truth be told I could have done all of these earlier too, we always had a netbook with its own built-in webcam, but that was languishing in a drawer as a substitute for the BigLaptop. With the amazing case that M got, just opening the magnetic case switches the ipad on and voila, it's ready to use! No waiting for startup, the great battery life means you don't have to be worried about charging it frequently, just touch and vroom! :)

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Last week was scary too: Amita's dad is still partially on ventilator because his lungs are too weak, P bhai still hasn't recovered completely but has made great progress alhamdulillah, both MIL and FIL are having some medical troubles, and Nanima went through a heart-failure scare... we take so much for granted, every breath included. May Allah ta'ala make us more mindful of our shortcomings and more grateful for our blessings.

Today is Study Arabic Day, so I'll be off now. Take care of you.