half past nomad

today i am blank.
of words of time of hope of reality of you of me of the i in moi itself.

i want to be born again, i want to crawl out to a new shell, i want to push my hands deep into the earth and feel the moisture below. i want to twist, i want to crack, i want to snap till my vision becomes my perception itself.

i want to taste the exquisite, with the senses of the mortal.

alas.

Re-wind
The card had lain hidden below the old radio for months, years now. Age had turned the edges brown, the blue ink a memory on the card itself. No one knew the card even existed, except for her. Thus it lay, dust covered, a patient tablet in the desert of a house.

Misfortune its other name, death its calling card, the address now lay in front of her on the study desk. She had brought it out after fajr, having finally conceded to what she knew to be the truth. She held the card with care and blew at the dust. It took off lazily, confirming her intentions at their departure, the dust seemed to almost shrug its shoulders before becoming the wind invisible.

To not write now would be dishonest to her own soul and she had learnt long ago the consequences of such lies misunderstandings.

After all, it had been but fourteenYears- yet some lessons never seem to end.

My kids for the lego robotics camp were great. We probably had the worst creative robot made simply because though the team laughed a lot, in terms of group work, we did decently. But that’s ok. Ours was the funniest presentation because we had tons of photos. Like me giving the highschool lego expert kid a headlock. Or the photo of me in his lap and both of us laughing our asses off.
I don’t care. I’m quite comfortable with who I am. Or who I am not.

We listened to many different bands and albums; the kids enjoyed a taste as diverse as we adults did. At one point, we realized that not only could we listen to songs, we could also sing them as we built. Oddly enough we sang that one song from the Bring It On soundtrack and the Driedel song, since two people in the room were jewish. We also built lego driedels and spun them around incessantly.
Needless to say, the song got on their nerves pretty fast.

Alas.

Oh Mickey you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind,
hey Mickey, hey Mickey
-B*witched

total sponsorship closed at $160, with a few unconfirmed sponsorships.

subhan-allah.

Waleed is currently exhausted from this weekend’s passionate bout of writing.
He’s currently dreaming of his only niece and wishing wondering when he gets to go play with her and help her feed the ducks.

Waleed is also thinking about re-reading one of his favourite novels, Joseph Hellers’ ‘Catch-22′. Waleed recommends this book very highly.

Waleed is going back to rest now. Pray for him and cheer him on to come back soon so he can reply to emails, comments and post.

correction: apparently, replying to almost all comments here, there and elsewhere rules out being out of commission. i just wanted an excuse to be lazy, that’s all.

To Faiza, Yaser and Adnan.
To my over dozens of readers that my stats say dropped by but left no comments weirdly.
To the management of blogathon.org
To my sponsors, with the help of who I was able to raise, currently $80-4 sponsors. Am I expecting more? Oh yes sirree I am.
I’m expecting it to go over $100 insha-allah. The box for that will be open for an additional 48 hours, so chip in, sponsor even $5. That’s a meal at a joint guys.

Thank you everybody.

I went in this half prepared, school having kept me more busy then busy. The content came out great, I had some lovely folks to help me out there with their own original and tasteful styles.
But I know I could have done more. And I know I will do more.
For me and for my charity.

This was just runOne.

sweetdreams.

I mainly listen to hindi music. Particularly oldies and sad songs. That I assume would alienate the majority of visitors. But I continue nonetheless.

Here’s a list of some of my favourite Old Hindi Songs.
This is by no means a complete list.

Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas – Kishore Kumar
Mana Janab Ne Pukara Nahi – Kishore Kumar
Mere Mehboob Qayamet Hogi – Kishore Kumar
Khabi Khabi – Kishore Kumar

Tere Bina Zindagi Se – Kishore Kumar and Lata
Likhe Jo Khat Tujhe – Rafi and Lata
Khabi Khabi – Mukesh and Lata
Phool Tumhe Bheja He Khat Me – Mukesh and Lata
Har Dil Jo Pyar Karega – Mukesh and Lata

Jeevan Se Bhari – Mukesh
Dost Dost Na Raha – Mukesh
Main Pal Do Pal Ka Shair Hoon – Mukesh
Kisi Ki Muskurahaton Pe – Mukesh
Mera Jeevan Kora Kagaz – Mukesh

Toote Hue Khwabon Ne – Rafi
Aaj Purani Raahon Se – Rafi
Tareef Karoom Kya Uski – Rafi
Ehsaan Tera Hoga Mujh Par – Rafi

Warning : I enjoy these songs, I do not guarantee the same for you. :p

greetings fellow humans,

name : Adnan Ali
location : Canada
occupation : free palestine.

Please do note that all the guest bloggers of the Blogathon 2003 have been Canadian.

Now to break the ice, I’m going to present to you quotes from what I consider to be one of the greatest comical minds of the past century, Groucho Marx.

“Those are my principles. If you don’t like them I have others.”

“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it. ”

Mrs. Teasdale: He’s had a change of heart.
Groucho: A lot of good that’ll do him. He’s still got the same face.

“Dig trenches? With our men being killed off like flies? There isn’t time to dig trenches. We’ll have to buy them ready made. ”

Now that the ice is broken, you can shape it into ice cubes and ship it off to Waleed. Apparently there’s a shortage south of the border.

One day, I want to buy authentic replicates of Indiana Jones’s hat and whip.
And I’ll be stupid enough to pay a small insane amount of money for it too.

That and a model of the Back To The Future car.

What would you want to buy?

I am very glad that I somehow managed to live the entire 80’s without much media influence. So much about that decade just doesn’t settle well with me. The clothes, the music, the attitude, the hair, the giant shades, the shoes and the incredibly large amounts of jeans used up.

Yes, the Breakfast Club is a great movie. Yes, Back to the Future is from the 80’s. And yes, Indiana Jones too.

I don’t know how that happened. It’s like the cast, directors, crew of such great works were still hung over from the 70’s and cleared up in the 90’s.

Either way, it works for me.