whats the plot

greets. i went to my first real nba basketball game today. it was pretty boring at first, but the last 2 quarters were pretty interesting because the 76ers made an insane comeback against the nuggets.

my keyboard is… bleh. so the first keyboard stopped being very responsive with some of the keys, and so i bought a cheap one. the geniuses who designed it put a hibernate, sleep, and off buttons right on top of the plus key. so naturally, while you are playing games and stuff, its really easy to hit the key and shut the system off or put it to sleep, which is very frustrating.

but i started adapting to that… but then those keys on the new (one or two months old?) keyboard stopped responding altogether. so i went back to the first keyboard. bleh.

i drove to dc this past weekend. it was pretty fun. and i guess that’s all for now. peace out.

peace. oh yeah, if you’re looking for the important [time worthy] summary of this blog post, then here it is — “this post is a total waste of time — but best of luck to my friends who are taking finals!”

anyway (for those of you who have time to waste), so one of my friends had this as an away message:

“Pyar huwa ikraar hua hai, pyar se phir kyoon darta hai dil? kehta hai dil, rasta mushkil, pyar ki hai kahaan manzil?”

being the honorary desi i am, and knowing a few urdu words, i tried to make some sense of this. pyar and dil were obvious ones that i already know. arabs will recognize mushkil as short for mushkila (problem), and manzil as home or place a person resides…

ikraar could come from taqreer, so basically as a statement or expression.

the first person i interviewed on this topic was our beloved mufti, sheikh “not-a-mufti” (those who know him, know him hehe, those who don’t, well… i’m protecting the innocent ).

and first i asked him about the meaning of ikraar and he said, “i believe it means ‘to utter’ or to say.” — he then asked me, “context?” — and at that time, i didn’t have the full away message (because my friend had come back from away mode) — so i told him that it was gone and that i’d find out. and he said a very beautiful statement in the form of a mathematical expression:

P(away msg is mushy | contains ‘ikraar’) > .9

so anyway, i then proceeded to get the full away message. and i asked our beloved mufti for a translation and he said, “love happened and it has been said, then why is the heart scared of love? the heart says, the path is tough, where does the path of love lead to?”

trying to map it back to the original message, the only thing i was able to notice is that “phir” probably maps onto “fear,” so i guess urdu got some influence from l337 h4×0r talk too (ph34r 7h3 31337 h4×0rs!)

yeah, i just wanted to post. nothing meaningful today, maybe tomorrow. peace out everyone.

changing topics from the previous umm… interesting comments to the previous post, here was something i wrote up. i was gonna record it too but then i didn’t feel like it. but yeah. peace outs.

a few years ago in senior year
i had a confusion and a bit of fear
where should i go to university
would it be emory umich or GT

not sure and having no real clue
i chose GT as the thing to do
and as a cs major i began my school
thinking coding is fun and cool

and at tech i was to soon meet
people among the truly elite
friends whom i can’t equate
to anyone i’ve met till this date

and there i got my first real feel
of desi culture and the whole fob ordeal
saw all these dudes come up to me and say,
yaar, for shadi, doctor is the way

so i thought the solution would be
to persue a degree in biology
and take the mcats when time comes
and go to emory with my chums

but after ochem, out of my brain
the ideas went out the drain
and even at the cost of a biwi
there’d be no bio degree for me

and i got involved in MSA
and was invited to meetings of PSA
and all i got from all that stuff
is great friends and that’s enough

and while i could rap all day
i am running out of things to say
so peace out to all of you
especially those in my GT crew