It was clearly Zardari sitting with the Molvi Sahab in the Masjid, repenting. Then with smoke erupting from the floor walked Musharraf with a microphone, staring at me, looking right through the net covering the window I was sitting behind. It took my breath away for a second. I tried listening and searching for the speakers to his microphone because I couldn't hear anything. What?
He mouthed some inaudible words again.
I tried to listen. What?
It appeared to me only after the traffic got jammed in between Musharraf and the window in front of me that he was making some sort of an introductory speech pointing to a giant room size computer mouse. All of a sudden, it became accessible to me and without thinking I clicked. With no surprise, it triggered a cascade of scientific beeps that increased in intensity with every step. I hurried some steps back, afraid, bit my fingers, my pupils shifted from side to side, you get the picture. And before I could think up something the sun was blocked and I stood beneath the shadow of a giant robot.
What the!
"Ye kiya scene hai bhai?" I called out.
My brother then appeared from no where to answer the question,"jaisay jab murghee ka bacha anday se nikalta hai to pehli cheez jo dekhta hai usay apni maa samajhta hai bus Musharraf ki robot tumhain apni maa samajh rahi hai."
"What the hell! What the hell are you talking about?"
I started pacing my way down the street, the robot followed me and I couldn't believe the words it was repeatedly uttering.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled.
"Preetum mat pardes padhaaro!"
"Leave me freak'en alone!"
"Preetum mat pardes padhaaro!"
Run.. run.. run!
"Should I throw a boulder over this thing's head?" My brother asked appearing, uttering, and after getting no response, disappearing.
I woke up pulling my face off of Robbin's Pathology, confused, I looked around making sure no robot was chasing me and just when I gained my senses back I heard the sky outside shimmying with firearms. Does anyone know what is up with the Supreme Court, Deedar guy, PPP and people burning cars and I heard there isn't any school tomorrow. Ya? Party!
I am going to go suicide, I can't believe I just typed this up.
He mouthed some inaudible words again.
I tried to listen. What?
It appeared to me only after the traffic got jammed in between Musharraf and the window in front of me that he was making some sort of an introductory speech pointing to a giant room size computer mouse. All of a sudden, it became accessible to me and without thinking I clicked. With no surprise, it triggered a cascade of scientific beeps that increased in intensity with every step. I hurried some steps back, afraid, bit my fingers, my pupils shifted from side to side, you get the picture. And before I could think up something the sun was blocked and I stood beneath the shadow of a giant robot.
What the!
"Ye kiya scene hai bhai?" I called out.
My brother then appeared from no where to answer the question,"jaisay jab murghee ka bacha anday se nikalta hai to pehli cheez jo dekhta hai usay apni maa samajhta hai bus Musharraf ki robot tumhain apni maa samajh rahi hai."
"What the hell! What the hell are you talking about?"
I started pacing my way down the street, the robot followed me and I couldn't believe the words it was repeatedly uttering.
"Leave me alone!" I yelled.
"Preetum mat pardes padhaaro!"
"Leave me freak'en alone!"
"Preetum mat pardes padhaaro!"
Run.. run.. run!
"Should I throw a boulder over this thing's head?" My brother asked appearing, uttering, and after getting no response, disappearing.
I woke up pulling my face off of Robbin's Pathology, confused, I looked around making sure no robot was chasing me and just when I gained my senses back I heard the sky outside shimmying with firearms. Does anyone know what is up with the Supreme Court, Deedar guy, PPP and people burning cars and I heard there isn't any school tomorrow. Ya? Party!
I am going to go suicide, I can't believe I just typed this up.
That was interesting...and chutti :D!!!
ReplyDeleteLet me know what was wrong with the mentioned people,I can't do it myself..have a feeling of definitely suffering a pop up quiz of micro and patho this week ,isn't that just sad.:(Also have my forensic's journal to complete with General patho's diagrams to be drawn which have been pending for a week now along with 3 assignment papers for forensic and a presentation for DNS on tuesday.....and here I am reading your dream.
I am the one who should suicide,I have a better reason
I got 5 chapters of pathology of which I have managed only the second one completely and the 4th to some extent, so I got 1,3,5 to go and a little bit from infarction of the chapter 4. It takes about 2 or more hours to kill 8 pages and each chapters is around 30 pages, do the math sister! I haven't touched the stuff for Forensic and for Pharma the stuff that I have managed so far is the stuff I don't remember. Then there are three units of Micro of which I have only managed about 2 chapters. And you know when speaking of Micro units each's got 12 chapters! Blah. My semester ends with March.
ReplyDeleteGod help me.
Buddy, right now the only thing wrong with them is that they are making appearances in my dreams. This is indeed a worrisome sign for them.
I think I should officially place a ban upon my net use. It starts now, it shall be lifted only after the OSPE.
Good day!
Ahahahhaa!Pity you! Pity you!.:P
ReplyDeletewhere d'you go??
ReplyDeleteI miss you so...seems like its been forever....since you have been gone!
(I always like this song)
Aw, baby girl, I am right here!
ReplyDelete*hugs*
Yaar bus super bakwas speedy guzar raha hai waqt and I am freaking out which explains why I am on the net venting it out before the official ban lifting.
BLAH!
Ask duaa for me.
And love, I emailed you. I typed you up some random information, it's not exactly along the lines of what you probably had in mind, but inshaAllah I'll scratch something out and type it up, just give me till second week of May-ish!
ReplyDelete<3 <3 <3
Cool!Cool!not a problem!!and thankyou!:)
ReplyDeleteDon't mention it, sister.
ReplyDeleteHighly surrealistic, Sana! And thank heavens I found you; ever since you had disappeared from FB all of a sudden. How have you been? It appears that you are yet again in the midst of a grueling exam.
ReplyDeleteI know! Lol, can't do nothing about dreams.
ReplyDeleteIt's great to see you too. I have been all right; trying to kill books. BLAH!
What's up at your end?
Ah, as usual, fed up with the Winter's painstakingly slow retreat!Otherwise, was engrossed with the World Cup for a while; then had a coursework related exam and now have my PhD Comprehensive Exam up front in late May!
ReplyDeleteTalking about the World Cup, you know we had a great time watching the match at the university; Indian and Pakistani students all at the same place and it was an amazing atmosphere! And the thing I liked was that while there was a lot of slogans and counter slogans of the "Jeetega bhai jeetega" kind; the ambience was largely friendly. It looked like brown people have taken over the great hall for half a day, LOL!
ReplyDeleteO the world cup! That was some thrill. I can imagine the "You so going down" (which you didn't, BLAH!) and high flights and falls! Hahahah, been there. Done that. Got hurt, sufficiently hurt. Lol. Aur aap ko jeet mubarak ho.
ReplyDeleteAh! It's great to be speaking to you again, Shawmontawk. PhD exam thingamajig sounds so genius, man. Tell me all about it. You will so ace it all, inshaAllah.
Good luck!