Wednesday January 19 2011
Okay I'm petrified. I am in this room with three weird boys who are saying. Yeh sitar aslee hai? Uthaatay kaise hon gai. Gana bhi hota hai iss ke sath? Gaaahh!
Text one. After 3-4 back to back calls to Maleeha in a row just to rid myself of jitters stemming from awkward silence. Fiercely typing away on my phone I'm trying to control palpitations. Dear God help me do this. Please. Its something I really wanna do but the unnerving crowd is making my heart tremble. Over the years, Pakistanis have become fierce in their views..
I just want to sing. Keep your views in your pocket boizes. After class we went around the majestic building.
Its beautiful. Somehow I could feel the soul in it. Like one in dada jaan’s house.
Felt like home though not quite there yet.
What I learned at school was
Kharaj
Rikhab
Gandhaar
Madhham
Pancham
Dhaivatt
Nikhaad
Go figure!
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