Professor Sid

I once shared a conversation of my dad and me, with an acquaintance, just reading that conversation brought a smile to my face. A dad is always a girls favorite man, he loves her unconditionally and even if he doesn’t say it (like my dad) there are a zillion ways he’ll show it to you. So to my Papa, I’d like to say, thank you (even though I know its not enough) but thank you for being who you are, thank you for loving me as I am, thank you for letting me be who  I want to be, thanks for tolerating my eccentricity, thank you for letting me fly as high as I wish, thank you for caring enough to want me back, thank you for giving me a home. And my home has always been you! these are bits of conversation between my dad and me. My sister was travelling to Islamabad and my dad was freaking out (as usual). I was to drive her to the airport and dad insisted on going along to drop her off (gosh dad it's just Islamabad!) At home... papa: chalo utho jaldi karo Me: array mein kia kar...

I've been thinking of what to whine about for the past two days... actually there is so much to whine about that i couldn't really decide what is more important. But because i almost bump into a weirdo 'rickshawala' every day i thought why not dedicate my post to them... In the past 3 years one thing I've gathered from my constant interaction with these Rickshawala's is that the more 'bechara' they seem the more 'khabees' they are. I mean you signal down the 'budha baba' thin king he's the right person to travel with because he's old and fragile looking thus he won't bargain much. Also since he's older than your grandfather he's going to be a nice paternal travel mate not to forget he constantly refers to you as 'beta' before you sit in his rickshaw.But right after he drops you the 'budha baba' suddenly becomes the bad man and fights you for his money (btw you've already decided on an amount bef...