In retrospect everything happened at a good time.

That friend whom I don't talk to anymore except for an uneasy nod when we acknowledge each other's presence in situations we can't avoid.

And this blog, which has undoubtedly seen more of my happy days than any person I know of right now.

On Oil Spills and Obama

'If I was the President of the United States, I'd make everybody clean it up. Everybody'

'So, everyone's going to leave their jobs-

'Uh haan.. cuz its something like, if you think about it we could lose so many species of fish we don't even know about-'

'You're absolutely right, but..'

'& if this spill or whatever goes to Florida, I'm supposed to be going to Florida this summer...'

'Yes, you're absolutely right, & the American Government has lent its support and it's personnel to BP to help clean out the oil spill'

'But, it's still leaky...'

'Yes, it takes a while, the pipelines are deep under the ocean, so it'll take engineers some time to get to the source of the problem'

'They make sub marines for a reason. I still think it's very stupid, the oil spill in Alaska, look at what happened & we still didn't learn our lesson'

'That was a very different story'

'oh no one is going to buy gas from you anymore, BP.. forget that.. you're going dowwwwn'

Motivation?

During a casual conversation about pretentious people, prejudice and everything that went wrong with this country.

Me: If you want to get something done from me, tell me not to do it and watch it get done.
M: You can't get a 3+ GPA this semester. You are going to fail.
-A totally taken aback me: Ok. Dude. Seriously. You didn't have to use that right away. That was purely out of context.

Because at the end of the day we're all trying to find reasons to justify our actions.

Not having romantic love in my life doesn't concern me anymore for I have you, Karachi.

For we've spent so many insomnia ridden nights together. And learnt the art of holding on and moving on.

For you are what gets me recognized amidst people now.

A purse. An identity card. A shoe. A number. A ticker on a news channel. 

That's all what's left of what was once a life.

A life like yours and mine.

Since when did notions as simple as 'friendship' become so intricate?