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Archive for October, 2009

What you would ask does a man who is living at Pearl Continental have to complain about? Well to kick things off, i’ll start with my car ride, from the Karachi airport to the hotel.  The driver was a local. Myself not being used to the idea of being driven around by a driver, specifically for myself. I being a noob, started polite conversation. That apparently showed me as some rich snob who was staying at the pc on his own money. Now that never goes down well. He starting expecting a generous tip. I ignored it. If i have committed some unspeakable sin in doing so, amongst the elite culture of those who are used being driven around by chauffeurs then i humbly apologize.

I should however mention. This is me excercising the muscles of my mind to keep them from idling. After two online trainings at P&G about their brand equity and company values, (read brain washing), i felt the creeping fear in my bones that i was going to become one of them. This blog shall now serve the purpose of reminding me. This is just passing. I should not get used to it.

 

Driving past security, and a sniffer dog, a beagle if i am not mistaken. Used by the english in their famous fox hunts. A passing thought passed my mind, yes the irony.Why does not the islamabad police, in their vain attempt to hunt for bombs. Anyhow. Moving on, I entered through the huge glass doors. My luggage being catered to by men in uniform. The PC staff ofcourse, not the rangers stationed outside. I could’nt help but feel that this is what the Americans must feel like in the green zone, in Iraq and Afghanistan. A safe sancutuary, a world seperate then the one outside. Right in the soft lap of luxury.

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There was a DWL ice breaker, that I vowed to attend, if Hell Didn’t Freeze over. Take a guess. Yes hell did freeze over! What are the odds you say? I don’t have any answers or explanations. When i had given up all hope of ever getting all corporate, and starting my career with the ‘O lala’ job at P&G. And just that happened. So fast that for the first couple of days i didn’t know what hit me. After the whole of the sitiutation was absorbed into my system, a little analysis revealed too many variables. Apartment, cleaning, cooking and the whole running the house scenario.

Anyways even the anxiety attacks have passed. No good trying to anticipate something when there is a million ways for it turn out. The equations never would balance.  Too many variable.

The thing is. The kinks work out one by one. Travel plans, hotel reservations, everything is slowly falling into place. Now it’s just the matter of finding a good apartment to spend the rest of my days in.

This is Karachi, my new home, sprawled like spilled milk on a polyester table cloth.

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Serendpity?

DSC_0285And right after i finished my last post, lamenting on wether i would get into P&G, Omar called to confirm my job, and dispatched the offer letter while talking to me on the phone.

I havent digested it.

It entails alot of changes. Change is always good.

Its an adventure.

I am too tired to be all philosophical about it.

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I remember watching greys anatomy episode, in the days nearing my graduation. In it, there was a girl, who ends up in a hospital a day before graduation. Alex asks her to tell him, her graduation speech. It goes something like this, ‘Today is the day my life begins, today is the day i become a menace to someone other then my parents…’

Omer Imtiaz from PG dropped me a mail asking me to call him. I did. The moment i read the mail, i called him. He told me he wanted to check my availability etc before he forwarded my name to GBS for hiring. Said he’s 90% sure. Now i dont want to get my hopes high, but its a bleak hope, light pouring through a crack… and a dozen other such metaphors. I pray to God something good comes out of it.

Meanwhile I finish my articles for TFT, write more, and ask RR for the project he needed me as an RA on.

And hence forth, life goes on.

Listening to Kings of Leon-Use Somebody as I wrote this:

I’ve been roaming around
Always looking down
And all I see
Painted faces
Fill the places
I can’t reach

You know
That I could
Use somebody
You know
That I could
Use somebody

Someone like you
And all you know
And how you speak
Countless lovers
Under cover
Of the street

You know
That I could
Use somebody
You know
That I could
Use somebody
Someone like you…

Off in the night
While you live it up
I’m off to sleep
Wagin’ war
To shake the poet
And the beat

I hope it’s gonna
Make you notice
I hope it’s gonna
Make you notice

Someone like me,
Someone like me,
Someone like me, somebody.

Go and let it out…

Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody

I’ve been roamin’ around
Always lookin’ down at all I see

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Pond Reflection

Pond Reflection

reading, short history of myth these days. Karen Amstrong.

Skipped to the end where she discusses how when seperating logo’s from mytho’s,  the modern school of thought has created a rift in people. Leaving them wanting to know the meaning of life and all the mysticism of  it.

Interesting read.

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Desperation

Desperation starting to build.

Had coffee with Qasim. Made me think. I need to earn shit. Do shit. Its all shit.

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