Monday, February 19, 2007
A few weeks ago during our crazy moments Saba and I drafted a letter to God. We never got around to putting it down on paper - so while I was arguing with Dhruv about him being able to attend Russell Peter's performance (lucky! i know!) and the sadness of it all I shared the letter with him and we both thought it would be a good idea to blog it so here goes.
Dear God,
I, Sharmeen Saleem, have been working for your organization for 21 years. I am extremely disappointed to bring to your attention that my job role is hardly ever fun and on most days it breaks me down. Your employees are rude, unethical and at times downright absurd. Somehow they find office politics (read: war) a great way to bond (read: bring peace).
Moreover, your HR department never registers our complaints or our wishes. I haven't been rewarded with a raise in years. I have tried hard to like my job but my job description just isn't good enough.
On this note, I would like to put forward my appeal to quit this world - it has been a good learning experience but I need to move on to another world now.
Sincerely,
Sharmeen Saleem
Member
World
1985-2007
7:14 AM
Saturday, January 27, 2007
All I want to do right now is...
Take a walk down a quiet street, sit in a small cafe that is not too lit up, but smells of coffee. I want to sit on a wooden table and spend the time waiting reading etched lines and imagine the stories people have left behind.
The coffee served with the best homemade chocolate chip cookie.
yum =)
12:42 PM
Friday, January 05, 2007
This week....
One of my closest friends got married. About 4 years ago, in the middle of typical college conversations all of us were arguing who would get married first. It was just fun then, we knew it won't happen anytime soon. Now, after her wedding is almost over, I look around and wonder how long everyone would remain unmarried, would we be able to relate to each other's lives? It's scary.
We all gulped down our grief with coffee and pretended to be happy by cracking jokes throughout the wedding. On the way back, we put 'all good things come to an end on repeat' and just sat there in the cold. Quiet.
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I miss her already.
My sister is packing up today to leave this evening with my nephews. I don't even want to say more. Just blocking everything out with music.
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I saw an old friend, he's married now. I thought I could deal with the past, but I don't even want to see it.
For now....
Flames to dust Lovers to friends Why do all good things come to an end
11:14 PM
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The past few days have been a blur. Amidst presentations, finals, family commitments and pending work I find the time to write to old friends, grab a quick cup of coffee with others and have a conversation (an actual conversation!) with someone close.
I guess it's the weather, but I feel like smiling. Alot.
A year of hard work, long hours of discussion, planning, achievements and failures is coming to an end. Never in my life have I felt so empowered by an experience, maybe its the ingredients that went into making this year what it was, I really don't know.
And to every person I know, who stands at this threshold, I wish you good luck. There is more ahead of us. =)
3:58 PM
Thursday, November 23, 2006
his innocence
is my escape
these days.
=)
We were sitting on the dinner table last night and he's sitting with me he turns to me and says
'Khala, show me your ear!' And I thought he wants to do one his doctor acts so I offer it to him and he says,
'No! Turn to the other side.' Confused, I do what he says then he puts his ear against mine and tells me a secret. I wish I could describe the feeling but it's our little thing.
10:52 PM
Thursday, November 16, 2006
A typical day at work, I was sending out some emails, moved away from my desk for a bit. When I returned my phone's message memory was blinking, I had exceeded the limit AGAIN! Aaargh, now I have to delete an important message (read: may not be important but just worth bugging friends about later!). Now I'm waiting for this message to come through, wondering who it is, hoping it's not another 'logistical disaster call' from uni. I receive the message from a friend I haven't spoken to in over a month and that too virtually, it reads:
'Today is International Spastic Day. Please send an encouraging message to a retarded friend, just as I have done. I don't care if you lick windows , interfere with farm animals, vote Labour or occasionally shit yourself....you hang in there sunshine, you're fucking special!'
1:52 AM
Monday, November 13, 2006
Is this is the end, my only friend.
1:43 AM
