saturday night 

rush

WOW-its done. The launch went really well. The evening was so different, that at one point i actually felt i was the odd one out, a desi caught in the middle of all those europeans. I didnt know we had so many of them-but each very sweet and very friendly. It was refreshingly interesting. I met one absolutely gorgeous britisher from islamabad-he was incredibly cute. Met the italian consul general and his wife who was a sweetheart.

It was such an unreal feeling being in karachi, with something so major happening, and i was there but my friends werent. It was a little incomplete not seeing those familiar faces when i turned around-a few reassuring looks, a few recognizable expressions of support. I missed them all.

On the bright side, we have a new place to frequent and call our own and tomorrow when we go out for coffee, we can actually say, hey where should we go, espresso or costa?

the first cup 

cheries in a bowl

a discussion started today at work between my partner (business) and i-she asked me why i never write anything related to our work on my blog. That got me thinking-would i be perfectly happy making post2am too work work? We came to the conclusion that some of the events of each day at the cherry bowl are too entertaining/dramatic to not have a blog-result?

www.creativepickings.blogspot.com

Amna (my partner) and i will both be posting-

Should be a fun, juicy ride :)

i'm IT

jammie tagged me-so here we go.

5 years ago: I had just returned from 6 months of soul searching & getting over a guy.

1 year ago: I still existed in a false world where I was clinging desperately to something which had ceased to be a long time ago.

5 songs i know all the words to: dosti by nazia zoheb, neele neele ambar, with or without you, keh dena, she,

5 snacks i enjoy: dangerously cheesy cheetos, red pringles, plain butter cookies, meethay pooray, vanilla cake,

5 things I'd do with a million dollars: buy a beach house, a penthouse apartment, an audi tt, go on a long holiday all over europe, start a program/bookshop with coffee shop/ to promote reading & writing,

5 places i would run away to: london, my office, someplace in the mountains, the beach, luxembourg,

5 things i would never wear: I don’t want to write anything here because from past experience I have learnt that all horrible things come back in fashion and I love them J though a chunky plastic necklace is a sure thing-also a pointy bra (madonna style)

5 favourite TV shows: sex & the city, friends, 24, desperate housewives, star trek

5 greatest joys: toast and tea, rainy afternoon reading harry potter, punjabi music, my nephew miks, travelling alone to london,

5 favourite toys: my lappie, my studio, my day & night reversible dress doll, my nephew miks, digital camera,


i tag meeeenaaaaa, ali alam,

coffee on a beautiful day 

rainy afternoon

the perfect rainy afternoon-a window which looks out into the garden, a good friend & a cup of coffee. thats what i did.

karachiites 

tell me who are you.

who are you? you who are a part of my country, my existence, my environment but who i dont see existing in it-you who breathes the same air as i, but who does not share in my belief that this air is sacrosanct-you who i have seen while i was growing up, from behind my window on my way to school, but who got left far behind-you who loves this country just like i do, but who loves it so desperately that you want to destroy it-you who i try to understand but cant-you whose actions speak louder than words, but who doesnt seem sure of his words-you who follow another's ideals, thoughts, opinions, but who doesnt stop to think if they are your ideals, thoughts, opinions-you who like me goes to mc donalds, but not for a burger-who are you, and why dont i know you?