My first month at PC (for the monthly newsletter of my new office)

Sep 16: Supposedly my first day at work and I couldn’t make it on time. Bad first impression I thought. But thankfully, the Director Admin seemed just too nice to mention it. I signed the contract as a newbie in the field of health communications; oblivious of the great opportunity & the privilege of working at PC.
Sep 17: My first intro with the office. The Staff Officer took the responsibility of showing me around. About an hour & 50-something names & designations later, I was drained, starved and crammed with faces & names. I found myself on the FALAH floor in a brightly lit, overly stuffed room right across the COP’s office.
Sep 18-25: It took me about a week to get acquainted with the kind of work they do here. My colleagues were willing to lend everything from advice to pointers & staplers. But I had to figure out a few things myself. IP was not Internet Protocol but the Implementing Partners, LP no more referred to linear programming but the Lead Partner and CAM no more meant web cam to me.
Sep 26: Before I knew it, my first paycheck was ready. Time surely flies by when you are enjoying your work.
Oct 6: Usually, Mondayfication is the virus I suffer with on jobs. But this was no ordinary Monday. Unlike the typical Monday blues, I was excited to go back to the office after a week of Eid vacations. I couldn’t wait to breathe in the air that smelled of printing paper, chip board & Blue berries air freshener, to see the people brimming with energy, engrossed in research and preparing strategies to make a difference to the world.
Oct 7-15: My first major assignment was the BCC committee meeting. The working hours stretched as I got into the first-to-arrive-last-to-leave routine.
Oct 16 & 17: 16th was an exquisite buffet lunch at the PC lawn and 17th was the big day; the all important BCC committee meeting.
Oct 20-23: I finally settled in my job. Got to know the work, made friends, realized the potential and started to enjoy being a part of the massive, impressive effort called FALAH.
It’s been over a month now. And now when people ask me how is my new office I beam with delight and say, FANTASTIC.

Islamabad Blasts - Sad September

September 20, 2008: I came back home at 6.....was one of the last people getting out of the majestic Pakistan Television Building on the constitution avenue facing the most enigmatic edifices of the country . coming out of the gate, i noticed an unusually high accumulation of the security cars/trucks and the cops on the roads. About a couple of minutes before 8, when I was having tea with mom and dad, i felt the tremor. It was a terrible tremor...jolted us completely. Me and dad exchanged a look. And the Only word that I could utter was: Earthquake. The word was still at the tip of my tongue when we heard the most terrifying, deafening roar of a blast. It was mind numbing at first. For numerous seconds, no one could figure out what it was or what should be done about it. I saw Mom screaming at the top of her voice, wailing loudly; I found dad looking fretfully at the ceiling....as if it was coming off on us.... I could hear loud crashes and distant cries. Immediately, the sirens went off. They were the sirens of Police cars, of ambulances and medical aid, of fire brigade and the security alarms of the cars out in our street. over the trees at the end of the street, we could see smoke clouds rising up in the sky and a reddening sky reflecting the high flames.

Marriott Islamabad is about 3 minutes drive from my house, 30 seconds from my office. The place I love the most after my home. It was one of the most magnificent buildings of the capital.
There is always a long row of cars parked across the road from the main building throughout the stretch of the hotel on the other side. There area prominent government buildings on that side of the road. I pass that road that setting those cars several times a day. One of the first visuals on TV were those of smashed cars of that road side parking. It was squashed like anything. The fire in the hotel could not be controlled, the crystal ball room is now a 25 feet deep trench and the top floor of the building is nothing but rubble. In fact the whole area is nothing but a heap of rubble and ruins of buildings that represented the best of the country with a proud splendor. Marriott Hotel, Evacue Trust complex, Pakistan Television and FPSC.

No sane person can blame us for terrorism now. WE ARE THE VICTIMS. You dont arson your own house, you dont kill your own family and you certainly dont like hurting yourself. The question looming abve our heads is; Who benefits the most with the blasts, chaos and unrest in OUR country.....not us atleast.
Look no further for the answers.....

Tarot Reading

Today is a good day. My horoscope says its a good day to start learning Tarot cards or something. This is something thats been on my mind for quite some time now. All thanks to my hectic work hours, i get absolutely no time to indulge into things like this. But today i sure will. That reminds me I have to get a few things from Super as well. Things that have long been due. Like most of the stuff in my life. I wonder why can I not keep track of things in my life. Somehow I am always lagging behind time.

At work....not working!!!

I love my office. Its cool and fun and a whole lot of life constantly flowing in and out of the doors. I know a lot of people who would think of their offices as a haven to evade the family and the domestic life. I on the contrary have no issues like that. Its just the ambience of this office that pulls me to it, lures me into gettin here first thing in the morning and doesnt allow me to leave even when im workign late hours

My boss is the BESTEST boss in the world. He is smart, witty, down to earth, competent efficient and above all, compassionate. Its an immnse pleasure working with him.....having him around is like having a bowl of chocolate beans, no matter how much you have had, its not enough. He makes everything look great. He is a cheerful person and injects life into everythign around him. I love him.

One day I am going to write my autoboigraphy. I am thinking what should it be titled? Does Knubbyah shaped HOLE in the universe seem fine? Or should it be As I walk through life? The best I can think of in a situation like this is; AGAINST ALL ODDS...

All my life I kept looking for that one guy who would just be everything I had ever fancied and suddenly there, he is in front of my eyes and he calls me BAITA ( literally translated as Son in english).He is Smart, classy, witty, energetic, eloquent, and now he is gonna kick my ass. I have messed up somewhere in the middle of the loop and not done somethign right. Well, he is that kind of a boss. HE is not my boss though. He is the boss of my boss's boss. Indirectly he may be.....but he is so awesome. Everybody around here knows how obsessed i am with him but its just useless. He doesnt care. He is simply aloof....and that is truly magnetic.

Legends of the Fall

I wouldnt term myself as someone whose lost it completely but still.....i feel like taking a day off from my life. Partly becasue I am tired of all that is going on