tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63745518446942675092012-01-29T13:05:01.418+05:30Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-70221717562994246362007-02-10T22:25:00.000+05:302008-12-11T10:49:14.915+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc38DKlrCOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iG0Ge7Yvjig/s1600-h/looking+to+sea.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc38DKlrCOI/AAAAAAAAAAY/iG0Ge7Yvjig/s320/looking+to+sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029953490154883298" border="0" /></a><br />Rishan told me quite categorically to enjoy our day at Galle Face because there wouldn't be another for a very long time... Aindri and Sanjaka down from the states and newly married... Venu with John just down as well, Partner in Negombo and all things hostile in uni - Husna, Rikki who had returned from England after 5 years... resident optimist Rishan back from the states and a cruise around Europe and newly hitched Dayan who is not in any of the pictures.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc39RKlrCPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eQpTUZkpITU/s1600-h/aiyndree+edit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc39RKlrCPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eQpTUZkpITU/s320/aiyndree+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029954830184679666" border="0" /></a><br />Also featuring a very pensive me.. I had knicked Rishans i-pod because I had decided that it was high time I began to look cool and I was meditating upon the fact that exactly one year ago was a period in which I honestly thought I would never be happy again...<br />These pictures are a reminder that I was very wrong, a celebration of that amazing human ability to heal and move on and most importantly a celebration of my friends without whom I would have gone ballistic...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc3-KalrCQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NV1ZyzPKH-s/s1600-h/Venu+and+John.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc3-KalrCQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/NV1ZyzPKH-s/s320/Venu+and+John.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029955813732190466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Really really missed Vin and Deanne - one in London and the other at rehearsal and since I could never have survived without either of them I'm putting them in here too. (Besides Deanne needs all the exposure she can get, since she has high aspirations that the Prince of Jaipur will notice her on someones blog, whisk her away into the desert and swear his undying love for her...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc4CcalrCSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lIQ7jYVfnHI/s1600-h/deanne.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc4CcalrCSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/lIQ7jYVfnHI/s320/deanne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029960521016346914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc4DYKlrCTI/AAAAAAAAABA/yzQnUn9yohE/s1600-h/vinnie.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/Rc4DYKlrCTI/AAAAAAAAABA/yzQnUn9yohE/s320/vinnie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029961547513530674" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-7022171756299424636?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-28622327615737592522007-02-08T06:29:00.000+05:302007-02-08T08:08:23.611+05:30This post has been inspired by <a href="http://andi-h.blogspot.com">Aindri's blog</a>.... I'm moved enough to carry on the rant I began when I replied her post....<br /><br />You know... every year in December when the weather gets cooler and everyone is in a much better mood and Colombo is a much nicer place to live in, I get a tad depressed. Because at the back of my mind I know that the year is ending and we're moving into April again. (it was my biggest issue on 31st night infact) You know... April should come with its own menacing sound track... or perhaps the sound track should begin in January... an almost unnoticable ochestral background which reaches its crescendo in April.... accompanied by the sounds of wails and moans and sound effects of bodies falling heavily onto concrete floors.<br />Its already getting hotter... its at that point when having a wash and stepping out of the house is proving to be a counter productive and futile excercise - unless you have the luxury of stepping from one air conditioned environment into another... which I certainly dont! And i know its only going to get worse.... and its depressing....<br />I can already see ahead to the time when we'll all be walking around in states of severe heat inuced inertia ad when tempers will be short.... and sweat and body ordour will be the normative. aaargh.... WHY WHY WHY???<br />And to all my friends who live in cooler climes... please dont expect any love or affection or even communication from me from April up until late September. I hate you all already.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-2862232761573759252?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-89094775995100692722007-02-07T21:32:00.000+05:302007-02-07T22:22:47.446+05:30Yesterday I finished my university career. And apart from the obvious sense of relief that it was finally over, I felt nothing. Nothing! And I realised that really... my university life was not the rip roaringly fun period in my life that its supposed to be for everyone in general... it was a burden and towards the end there was too much unpleasantness and too much stress for it to be anything more than that..<br />and I guess thats sad.. I feel quite deprived and cheated somehow. I should have had far more fun than this dammit! I should have done more stuff! I should have been more involved! And while this isnt a case of regret its a sense that I've been somehow let down by life...<br />perhaps I'm watching too many chich flick type high school and university movies.. perhaps I need to just start concentrating on my thesis without trying to get profoundly philospohical about what "ought" to have been... and while I'm at it, chapter 2 will soon be written (at least the draft) remember to check my thesis so far <a href="http://diethesisdie.blogspot.com"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">here </span></a><br />alright then the slightly let down but unmistakenly euphoric ayeshea will get on with the inane details of life such as having a bath and going to sleep... hangover from last nights celebrations is still not completely gone away and eyes are dropping with sleep - that elusive creature!<br />euphoric yet let down... the great paradox of the week....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-8909477599510069272?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-63773485808010576382007-01-16T06:37:00.000+05:302007-01-16T08:00:41.738+05:30How does one accidentally decapitate? Is anyone in the Iraqi government under any illusion that anyone sees the hangings of first Saddam and now Barzan Ibrahim and Awad Hamed al-Bandar as anything but petty revenge killings? The unprofessionalism and the underlying thought processes that have led to it are chilling in their very incomprehensibility. Saddam Hussein is now a martyr and we're left with at least a vague feeling that those who hanged him were the brutes.<br />And now they botch up these hangings again. Decapitating a condemned prisoner and then flippantly describing it as a "mistake" is to my opinion disgusting. I cant claim to speak for anyone else but right now my overriding emotions constitute sympathy for the two hanged and revulsion towards those who killed them. By no account am I condoning the actions of these men in the past or the incident that led to their ultimate execution. But when something like this comes to pass how reassured can we be that tyranny, corruption and murder at the top levels of Iraqi government have been laid to rest? Can anyone tell me with any certanity that any of the people who killed Saddam Hussein were better than he was? (And this by the way is completely bypassing all my reservations about the death penalty in the first place).<br />What has ultimately been achieved? Can anyone convingly argue that these executions have not been counter productive? Who's the barbarian and who's the martyr?<br />The absolute hard headedness and stubbornness in the face of international criticism and local dissent displayed by the Iraqi administration are <strong><a href="http://asia.news.yahoo.com/070115/afp/070115193607top.html">amazingly familiar</a></strong>. Who's with my theory that Nouri Maliki has been taking Bush lessons?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-6377348580801057638?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-35229759600976875392007-01-14T13:16:00.000+05:302007-01-14T13:39:17.082+05:30SO I go to Negombo Browns Beach Hotel for a weekend trip with Hus, thanks to her very generous office that gave her a weekend package for two with full board for winning EIGHTH place at the company office party raffle draw... (we didnt even have a party... if my boss is reading this he can consider it a broad hint)<br />Anyway we go.. all prepared to have fun... and we do.. for the longest time.. but with one recurring and very strong annoyance. The Sri Lankan men at that place.<br />WHAT is it about them? Is there an innate genetic flaw that dictates that they act like testosterone ridden maciacs at the sight of two girls who seem to be on their own? And not foreign girls mind you... they can parade around in a bikini top and the shortest shorts and not one of these morons would DARE make any comments... but see two Sri Lankan girls sitting alone and enjoying some music and they not only have to comment, but stare, sit at every table adjacent to us and then leer suggestively. And as for the moron who kept throwing his tennis ball in my direction while in the swimming pool over and over again..because (as he remarked to his friends) He felt sorry for me because I was alone... I hope the fleas of a thousand camels invade his armpits.. yes I do indeed! <br />But this was just such a problem that these men had!!! They think that any and every female unaccompanied by a man is fair game! And so they come.. these predators.. with their pot bellies, thin arms and leering smiles...regular little casanovas...<br />The fact that we had to put up with this on such a regular basis and by SO MANY Local men speaks volumes not only about what makes their moronic minds tick, but also the ideologies that we as women have to deal with here... its sickening, its nauseating but most of all its sad... are these the mindless boobs who will be procreating and giving us our country's future? <br />two words.<br />Nuclear Holocaust.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-3522975960097687539?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-72202790333753482002007-01-14T12:05:00.000+05:302008-12-11T10:49:15.088+05:30<div>As I walked down the road to office on a Sunday morning, I smiled at a couple of people down the road: A garbage collector and an old security guard outside the Hallmark Building. Their response was instantenous - er.. that means that they smiled back. Then suddenly I remembered one of those cheesy notices that someone had stuck on one of the notice boards near our grade block in school - something about it taking only 17 facial muscles to smile while it took 32 to frown or some such thing aimed at lightening the disposition of some 125 sulky teenagers who thought they knew it all... </div><br /><div>And then it struck me...</div><br /><div>Why does it then hurt your face to continously smile whereas frowning can be mantained for an idefinite period of time with minimal facial discomfort? <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/RanRoGh20uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87DEdxFxFKQ/s1600-h/cartoon-monkey-smile-01.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019773746558718690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/RanRoGh20uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87DEdxFxFKQ/s320/cartoon-monkey-smile-01.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>If smiling is less effort as the notice insinuated, why is it harder to maintain? Can the answer be found in economics? The more effort you put it into the production of something the better it will work? Or is it that smling is a more alien state of being to man? </div><div>Just wondering...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/RanRoGh20uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87DEdxFxFKQ/s1600-h/cartoon-monkey-smile-01.gif"></a> </div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AO98FWoi5fc/RanRoGh20uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/87DEdxFxFKQ/s1600-h/cartoon-monkey-smile-01.gif"></a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-7220279033375348200?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-24038257286329659672007-01-12T14:10:00.000+05:302007-01-12T14:49:52.098+05:305. The Power! The prestige! The fame!<br />4. You only have to make an appearance in parliament a few times a month<br />3. Subsidised food! (And not the crap we get at university..! Rumour sayeth that buriyani is on the menu!<br />2.I can shout and hurl abuse at people I dont like under the pretext of debating important national issues in the sure knowledge that no one can sue my ass.<br />1. The fact that all MPs in Sri Lanka got a 145% salary increase! (so I got a friend to do the calculations!)<br /><br />But seriously check this out:<br />Increased salaries<br />Prime Minister &amp; ministers From Rs.34000.00 to Rs.71500.00<br />Speaker From Rs.31000.00 to Rs.68500.00<br />Leader of the opposition From Rs.29815.00 to Rs.65000.00<br />Deputy Minister From Rs.28750.00 to Rs.63500.00<br />Member of Parliament From Rs.22100.00 to Rs.54285.00<br /><br />I kid you not! Read the <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/sinhala/news/story/2007/01/070111_ministers_salaraies.shtml"><strong>BBC Article</strong></a><strong>!</strong><br /><br />And all of a sudden I'm all for the President calling for early elections! Where do I sign up dammit???<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-2403825728632965967?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-46868116897370253862007-01-09T06:06:00.000+05:302007-01-09T06:15:04.301+05:30A random google search on directionally impaired has generated 97,000 hits in 0.23 seconds. However no one as far as I can see has provided a guide on "What to do when you country becomes paranoid and changes the flow of traffic on every road that was once familiar to you". Most had pointed to <a href="http://earth.google.com"><strong>google earth</strong></a><strong> </strong>as a reliable prop, but as far as I can tell, they havent marked which way the traffic can flow on what roads in Sri Lanka as yet. And I'm not really holding my breath.<br />To completely change the subject... Is there such a thing as saturated with tiredness? I can feel it seeping through my muscles and into my bones where it manifests itself with a huge yawn that is transferred there by some lazy neuron receptacles.<br />Today is as random a day as it gets - my quote for the day is "And my time is a piece of wax fallin on a termite Thats chokin on the splinters"... yes my fascination with Becks' "loser" is not quite done. As random goes random does.<br />Ok I'm too spaced out and sleepy and doggone tired.<br />Why?<br />I'm getting old.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-4686811689737025386?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-52513309218616552762007-01-03T09:31:00.000+05:302007-01-03T09:46:30.199+05:30Getting around in Colombo at the best of times is a talent that has long eluded me and countless others like me who are directionally impaired... Oh you may laugh! But only those like me will be able to truly understand the sweaty, 'clammy- palm' feeling of sheer terror when you get to a junction that "looks familiar" but you cant decide which way to turn... the mental trauma caused by irate friends, family and relative strangers when you take them down some wild goose chase down a road for 20 minutes to destination A when said destination could have been reached a good 15 minutes before... the uncertanity of leaving a place without knowing if you can ever find your way back to it.... ah me... no you wouldnt laugh.<br />But what is Happening to Colombo? Where are things one way? Where can I take the bus from? How do I get to my friends houses? HOW do I get to classes from office? My considerably underdeveloped geographical senses are screaming blue murder.... I am THIS close to shrieking uncontrollably, spinning erratically in one place and collapsing in a sizzling heap of overheated neurons... even the little that was certain is not anymore! The short cuts I have gathered over the past so many years have been dissipated... rendered useless in a single fell blow! The insensitivity of this move to impaired people like me is shocking in its brutality... every fibre of my being is screaming for vengeance. VENGEANCE!!!!!<br />I need action! The power of the people must be invoked! I am in the process of organising a protest rally at the Fort Railway station - if I can find my way there...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-5251330921861655276?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-37597674820700111992007-01-01T06:57:00.000+05:302007-01-01T07:09:15.103+05:30If any song symbolises my relationship to 2006, it would be 'Loser' by Beck. What a year... details are unnecessary and sordid but I'll just say that I'm glad its over. Being an eternal optimist I have great hopes for 2007... and "Three little birds" by Bob Marley which was played at some point of out house party will hopefully be my theme song for this year!<br />Too sleepy and too traumatised by the fact that I'm at work to write properly. Happy new year to all and hope 2007 is your lucky year! The fact that Prasad and I almost got killed on the way to work is maybe symbolic of last year and the saying that, that which does not kill you makes you stronger!:<br />yawn. aaaaaargh. sleep needed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-3759767482070011199?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-7710342223582781982006-12-27T23:48:00.000+05:302006-12-27T23:52:42.978+05:30<a href="http://www.jasonwebley.com/"></a>I just watched the cutest video and song on Youtube... it takes hours if you have a dial up connection like I do (sigh).... but it is a must see....<br />Its called the 11 saints by Jason Webley and I got the link off Gaiman's blog... (double sigh) watch it <a href="http://www.fabulist.org/archives/2006/11/to_rouse_you_fr.html"><span style="font-weight: bold;">NOW</span></a><br />Its worth it.. I swear!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-771034222358278198?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-15745379839044186722006-12-27T21:25:00.000+05:302006-12-27T22:16:11.522+05:30I'm sitting here trying to properly register the fact that you're getting married tomorrow... Married Andi!!! And I'm also thinking of all the memories I have of us.... the school times, the crazy times... the times we would run to each other for support... how we always just knew it when one of us was upset or something wasn't right even if we hadn't spoken in weeks... just happy doing nothing while bumming around together... and it occured to me that this one event more than anything has made me realise that we're well and truly ADULTS dammit!<br />Getting married...<br />you will leave home.. change your name... have "married woman" issues...<br />In some ways this is going to be as life changing for me as it is for you! Your wedding is making me realise that the whole concept of "womanhood" is actually an immediate looming issue that has to be dealt with, instead of a vague threat in the distance. The fact that its YOU who's getting married... my other half.. my partner in crime... makes me want to laugh at the sheer seeming absurdity of it and at the same time cry... because in some ways I feel as though I'm having to let you go... that you're leaving me behind...<br />What I really want to say I think is that I'm nervous... nervous for you.. nervous for me.... these are big steps kiddo! Adulthood is looking me straight in the face... and as you walk down the aisle tomorrow its going to be parading past me! So when i stand up... I guess I'll be standing in respect and hope for what is to come and also in some perverted way which I'm still unable to fully articulate.. I'll be standing up for something that all of us will leave behind... you'll leave it at the door and it wont follow any of us home... it could be the last remnants of our childhoods... it could be some of our perceptions on life... I guess I'll know it when its gone...<br />Dont get me wrong.. I'm happy for you... I'm thrilled that this is coming true.. the fairytale ending to the soap opera I've always been meaning to write on your life... and I wish for you more than anything the "they lived happily ever after" ending... you know the part that they always gloss over in the story books! I also know you wont go anywhere... that we will always be who we are - and who we are dictates in some cosmic way that we should always remain friends... but there! I dont want to tempt fate by saying it.... (thooo thoo thoo)<br />Oh andi! andi! I want so much for you... but most of all I just want you both to be happy. If there was one fairy god mother gift I could give you, it would be that. I want you to be happy no matter what happens in life.. no matter what you may have to go through...<br />Alright I shall stop now and go get some sleep... have to look good for our big day!<br />kisses.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-1574537983904418672?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-9109786738556165732006-12-25T06:32:00.000+05:302006-12-25T07:17:41.557+05:30How I love holidays and special days and Christmas in particular! Sitting at work at 5.45am on Christmas morning is somehow not so bad since I have a Santa hat and a bright pink christmassy top to help me get through it! The fact that some creative genius at JWT had decided to send me pop rocks in their Christmas card has also helped considerably. It really doesn't take too much to make me happy... perhaps I AM as decadent as some good friends (who know who they are..) accuse me of being...<br />I've been amusing myself somewhat by reading Christmas messages sent in by politicians... the irony is somewhat diverting and the cynic in me is having a field day... I think my favourite one upto now is by Somawansa Amarasinghe who has called for us to defeat terrorism while celebrating... somehow this conjures up images of AK 47 toting dual purpose Santa's who can not only deliver gifts but also take out terrorists in one power packed trip. Second on my list of Best Christmas messages is by Prime Minister Ratnasiri Wickramanayake who has called for the country to pray for the defeat of terrorism.... selfless messages of peace and solidarity.... The others are fairly orthodox standard run of the mill messages... the usual hope, peace and love thing.... I appreciate the two above because I feel they really reflect the individuality and personality of the authors. I'm currently looking for the bronzer in terms of local Christmas messages - I shall post it as soon as I find it.... later maybe I'll go for the top 3 international figurehead christmas messages. Any discoveries anyone?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-910978673855616573?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-72365792185095141942006-12-24T13:41:00.000+05:302006-12-24T13:49:52.055+05:30I love the fact that I can have the greatest time in the world with my friends with such minimal effort…<br />The fact we left a party to chill out and just hang…<br />The fact that all it took was a room (with no electricity)…<br />Knowing that you are among the most non judgemental, understanding, and loyal people you’re ever going to meet…<br />These are the moments you always treasure no matter what may happen later.<br />Last night was awesome…<br />D, Venu, Sanjay, Issa, Taz…<br />I love you guys so much!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-7236579218509514194?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-40814933245991737162006-12-23T06:01:00.000+05:302006-12-23T06:42:27.206+05:30Sixth of seventh... if I was not this mathematically impaired I could probably do some amazing things with numbers that left you gasping in sheer awe at my prowess with numbers and the sheer hopelessness of coming in sixth of seventh... please imagine that the following words are numbers and the things I've done with them are pretty darn amazing... and we can get to the crux of the matter...<br />SIXTH of SEVENTH... thats where Sri Lanka stands in terms of violating human rights in the SAARC Region. Thats just troubling.... all thats happening around us and they tell us that things in the region around us are actually worse? With us trying so hard??? Surely.. but SURELY the CID questioning of three journalists for hours on end under the (as yet undefined) new Prevention of Terrorism Act can gain us some brownie points? And the abductions on an almost daily basis??? Hey.. when was this counted anyway? Surely the past few weeks alone have afforded us enough leeway to leapfrog over our closest competitor... that would be...Pakistan. Ok Pakistan beating us at something I can handle... but Number 1 is Bangladesh! BANGLADESH! I have no issue with Bangladesh... but come on... this is a matter of national pride... have you seen their cricket team play? We have to try harder... HARDER! The abductions must be upped further... we have not taken enough "regressive measures" - oh how I love "reportese" - the jargon used in reports! If only I had seen this earlier in my university career I bet I could have scored a few more marks on my assignments... but I digress....<br />I really shudder to think how bad things must be outside of here... with people literally getting lifted off the roads, implementation of tough new laws that are essentially for curbing freedom of expression and the peoples right to know, torture and rape in the North and East, not to mention random executions of civilians, students and aid workers.... What havent we done??? Why are we not even in medal position? Atleast give us a commendation... or how about an unofficial poll title... like in those high school magazines... like "Most likely to get into the top 3 of this list next year"... the speed at which we are taking "regressive measures" (Oh HOW I love that phrase!) bodes well for the future I think.<br />Sixth of Seventh...I dont know whether to laugh at it or work myself up into frenzies of righteous indignation because we're just damn well not recognised for all our hard work! (please picture more complicted math-o-grams here to illustrate my point and further awe you with my genius tendencies)....<br />(sigh)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-4081493324599173716?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-82559657045622913982006-12-22T10:05:00.000+05:302006-12-22T10:31:16.715+05:30Secret Santa is a crazy concept.. I pushed for it mercilessly in office and somehow became the chief organiser. How hard could it possibly be? Just mix up the names and tell em to buy gifts for each other right? How wrong I was.... I didnt reckon with the COMPLICATIONS.<br />Firstly there were a few militants out there who felt that we shouldnt even celebrate Christmas.... secondly there were a few very disgruntled people who were very bitter about the gifts they got last year... among them a cantankerous old gentleman who had been gifted a baila tape by his secret santa who has been in hiding ever since.<br />SO I have to first carry out a damn poll... ASKING people if they want to participate.... then I had to make another list, and actually note down who gets whom so that there can be no more mess ups... then we set the date and half the people get chickun gunya so i have to postpone it. Now I'm getting yelled at by people who've already put their presents under the tree. Oh I'm not happy. Add to this the fact that I'm still hung-over, still in the throes of sleeplessness, craving an energy drink for some odd reason and the combination is not pleasant. I have now taken to laughing oddly by myself and muttering random phrases in the hope that people will just bloody leave me alone....<br />the fish were told.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-8255965704562291398?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-25051324137384547542006-12-22T07:59:00.000+05:302006-12-22T08:02:57.478+05:30The Deathly Hallows? ok that has to be the lamest title yet... what in the world is a deathly hallow???? read the story <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6200745.stm"><strong>here</strong></a><strong>... </strong>I wonder what she was thinking.. deathly hallow... is it me or does that sound pretty pretentious? It could just be the fact that nothing is impressing me today... maybe I should revisit this when I'm in a better mood.....<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/6200745.stm"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-2505132413738454754?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-91009430055864489762006-12-22T06:50:00.000+05:302006-12-22T06:52:52.411+05:30Lately I find myself wavering... my fidelity to Terry Pratchett is on the line. Reason? New man in my life. Neil Gaiman.... who has moved me enough to want to write about the depth of feeling he invokes in me. What does one do? Will Terry understand? Neverwhere established "that" connection between us, but "American Gods" really had me... what an awesomely well crafted novel - a monster read that I slowed down even more because (to use the cliche critics phrase) I didnt want the damn thing to end! Also read his <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/journal/">blog </a>- which is updated frequently and is as funny, clever and entertaining as any of his prose. Of course I wouldnt be called a "true" fan by any stretch of the imagination... especially since I've never read his <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/comic/">sandman series</a>... mostly since I ant afford it. But his prose is a delight.. its intelligent, the plots are tight and his characters are some of the most delightful people you'll ever come across in print. (also maybe in real life). Gaiman.. you've got me! What does one do? Right now I'm compromising and holding onto <a href="http://www.neilgaiman.com/works/books/goodomens">Good Omens</a> which is a collaborative effort by my two favourite men in the world right now. Yup... Gaimans got me... and right now I'm just enjoying the rush of the rendevouz... read if you can American Gods, Neverwhere and Stardust.... awesome awesome... just dont ask for mine since I'm a possesive sort of lover.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-9100943005586448976?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6374551844694267509.post-36577607270943340882006-12-22T06:40:00.000+05:302006-12-22T06:48:49.469+05:30ah the beauty of a hung over work morning.... the thing is I havent even got the chance to GET the damn hangover.. my body is still in the process of realising that its really quite drunk. Ofcourse my body also still tells me that theres no way this can be morning dammit... its still fricking DARK outside! I've been doing up some reading on hangovers... as a means of passing the time which is ticking slowloy... so.... slowly....I have found out that <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Globe_artichoke"><strong>globe artichoke essence</strong> </a>is not a good remedy for hangovers... globe ARTICHOKE???? These wikipedia guys were ON something were they not? Ah... we learn... thats the beauty of life innit? We always learn....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6374551844694267509-3657760727094334088?l=ayeshea.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ayesheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05341469632822731408noreply@blogger.com2