Some kind of fear grips my heart...
And I cannot breathe...

"You can VOTE, use your Right, and Change The Government!"

You're kidding me, right?!

I'm still not "vaporised" by the government!

Emergency

Emergency has been declared. The Free Media, that Musharraf bragged about, is closed down. Musharraf is going to address the nation any time at night.

Somehow when I look at my blog posts, covering the political scenarios, I guess, I'm not surprised. I remember telling my friends that exams might not happen this semester, being omenous considering the political situations becuase of the coming elections and unrest and all. It scares me that how predictable things are. Even if exams do happen, we'll be suffocating to death and writing the exams, leading ourselves to the disastrous future.

May 12th ruined our exams last semester. I remember reading every newspaper, watching every T.V. program. But this... this is like watching the "spectre" in the "colloseum" with Pompeii himself.

Stories and memories

The Red Sea myths were not supposed to make you laugh, but to make you realise how stories make those places special. Like in Kartogrpahy, the protagonist argues that when you give street names, which were formerly known by the stories, something goes missing.

So, when I roam around in this city of lights, or when I think about the city where I spent my childhood, the names of the roads do not matter, but the moments that we've enjoyed or not enjoyed mark those places. Every place, every corner is like a friend you leave behind, a friend who shared that moment of happiness or sorrow with you. And when you revisit those places, you look at them with affection and the memories become alive again. You may not be able to live all those moments again, but the idea of having those moments, those ordinary moments that now are turned into something special, gives you happiness and joy that you can never express in words, but they make you smile that no one but you can understand.

The Red Sea...

I still remember when I was a kid and didn't go to school, my elder brother actually used to tell me stories. And they were supposed to scare me. Anyway, once he told me the reason why the Red Sea was red(keeping in mind I spent my childhood in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia)...

When you are kids, your bound to have head lice. And my brother once said that do you know what happens when you have lice in your hair?! At night they take you from your bed to the sea and then drown you. That's why the red sea is called the Red Sea because of the blood of all those people who have head lice.

And I actually believed him!!! But then eventually I grew up!

Some years later, some business delegation from Japan came at my father's office and he was supposed to show them around Jeddah. So, while he was at it, the Japanese man said,

"Tell me... I'm very curious. Is Red Sea really Red?!"

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Tea Addiction!