Tuesday 21 September 2010

On a rainy day

It was raining yesterday in Oslo and well... after making waffles and devouring them (which is the equivalent to Pakoras on a rainy day in Islamabad) I launched into making platefuls of pakoras. I improvised a bit so I decided to share the recipe here on my blog for my very small but dedicated readership :D Anyway here goes,
1.Take some gram flour and add salt, haldi, corriander powder, red chilli powder and garam masala. (Quantity of flour should be enough to make a paste to douse all the vegetables and the masalas added should be to your taste. Some like it hot and well some don't.)
2. Mix it all up so you have a nice tasting yellow paste.
3. Add 2 cubed potatoes, chopped 1/2 red onion and chopped 1/2 red capsicum and a bunch of whole Ruccola salad leaves to the paste.
4. Pre-heat some frying oil in a medium size pan,
5. Take spoonfuls of the mixture (now also including the vegetables) and fry them on each side for about 2 minutes.
6.Take them out and place on some Kitchen paper to absorb the excess oil.
7. Eat with a cup of chai :)

Monday 20 September 2010

4th Pak Vs Eng ODI in play

One of the fondest memories I have involving sport, is my dad glued to the TV set cheering on the Pakistan National cricket team. I am still transported back to the comfort of my parents room when I listen to cricket commentators with the match being played in the background. As I do now... through live streaming via the internet as Pakistan plays England in the 4th ODI at Lords today. The commentators as well as the players focusing hard on the game, even though accusations are being hurled left, right and center. Sad. Sad. Sad. We all enjoy and love the game, my dad one of its most ardent followers, said to me in disgust the other day 'What do you expect when the country is run by one the biggest crooks?' He was referring to Asif Ali Zardari ofcourse and the larger problem of corruption going unnoticed in Pakistan. He has a point, but we may have a few rotten apples, some bigger than others but the young guys out there playing today under very tense circumstances deserve the benefit of the doubt and our support, now more than ever. Lets cheer them on and hope truth will prevail and exonorate those who are inncocent.

Saturday 18 September 2010

The vent it out series # 1

Sex. Drugs.Scandal. Sensationalism. That's how The Sun, a daily tabloid in the UK manages to maintain and ocassionally experience an increase in its circulation. The latest, 'lets whip the Pakistani boys around because they have got it coming'. Three weeks ago, three young cricketers who were alleged to have been involved in a betting scam were sent home. The very public investigation into whether they are indeed guilty is underway and well, recent findings imply that they are not all that innocent. Facts, alright. But now just when the Pakistan cricket team thrashes England in the third one day International in the Natwest series, The Sun allges that there was a 'scoring pattern' that appeared at certain stages of the match that matched the prior knowledge they had. Exactly what the suspected pattern was, is yet to be revealed. Ofcourse, The Sun also went on to confirm rather quickly that none of the British players were involved in this in anyway. Coincidentally, The Sun is part of the same Group of newspapers as News of the World who broke the betting scam story.

You have got to be kidding right?

Its the word of a tabloid newspaper versus Pakistani cricketers fresh out of a scandal, but still. Umar Gul took 6 wickets, gave away only 42 runs in his 10 overs. Pakistan scored 242 runs for England to chase. Are these 'patterns' possible to fix??? We beat England by 23 runs. So we could have beaten them by anywhere between 22 and 1. Where is the pattern here? Even more ridiculous is that the newest allegations are splattered all over the slightly more respected Bristish Media like the BBC and The Guardian.

Is the British media and those pulling the strings trying to test how far they can take this? Or is it simply a campaign that has gained momentum to dis-credit Pakistani cricket for good? And why would they do this, you may ask.

1. Because they can. 2. Why the hell not?

Am I angry? Sure. Mostly at the first three lads who dragged Pakistani cricket in this direction and suceeded in labeling every present & future young talented cricketer wearing a green shirt 'corrupt and a greedy pig just waiting to throw it all away to make a quick buck' and at the British media & cricket authorities for launching sharply into a smear campaign without ANY substantiated proof... especially in this second round.

The Guardian yesterday reports 'Andy Flower, the England team manager, agreed with suggestions that the revelations have damaged relations between his team and the tourists. "I don't really want to go into detail on that but of course things like this will affect the relationship between the sides."

After the allegations in the News of the World three weeks ago the ICC does not wish to appear to be behind the game. The ICC even considered trying to get Friday's ODI cancelled as the stands were filling up with spectators. Its attitude this time is bullish even though the allegations seem to be far harder to substantiate than those that surfaced during the Lord's Test.'

Another win for the International media against Pakistan.

The games continue. Two of the Five ODIs left are still to be played out. And whether Pakistan wins or loses it does'nt matter, right? Because, in everyone's minds 'they would have fixed it either way.' I hope and pray this is proven wrong, especially for the sake of the game and how much it is loved, respected and revered in Pakistan.

Did you say baby?

I attended my sister's baby shower earlier this summer in London and well in addition to my sister being pregnant, out of the eight other women present there, three other young ladies were also expecting. Which leaves five. My mother and my mother-in-law who have already produced wonderful human specimens, my single second cousin who has not found the perfect man yet, my long time school friend who is a proud mum to her 1 year old boy.... and myself. With atleast four confirmed hormonal women present, I felt a kick coming on, and no, I was'nt 5 months pregnant without knowing it. Somehow being happily together with a guy for 4 and married to him for 2 years did not excuse me from not having a baby tucked under my arm.

Then came the big day my younger sister delivered her first baby, and the second kick came on. This one though emanated out of pure fear. Delivering a baby is painful, hard work and downright scary. And well, it oddly reminded me of a picture from when I was 11 years old and my mother got my ears pierced and I was standing there telling her much after all the howling stopped 'Why didn't you just get my ears pierced when I was a baby so it wouldn't hurt so much mamaaaaa...like all the other kids?' Moral of the story as I recall it from that time: it hurts less when you are young, spirited, easily distracted when in pain and have less control over your life.

The day I had to leave London and my 2 week old nephew, I cried like the baby. He was part of me, even more so, somehow, then the adults in my closely knit family. It was hard to keep the self composure as I proceeded on to check in and back to my life.

Oh well, I did. Work began and the weeks started to count away. I feel the same as before, but since that baby shower, and the days and months after, I do ocassionally feel a kick coming on smack right in the middle of my abdomen. Just my biological clock hitting the hour, I tell myself. After all it has to do its job.

Friday 17 September 2010

Go green shirts!

Pace bowler Umar Gul shone bright like a star today. He took 4-6 in 18 consecutive balls and lead Pakistan to a 23-run win over England in the third one-day international at the Oval. This is the first victory for Pakistan after the shameful betting allegations came to light.

All I can say is thank heavens for heroes like Umar Gul and Aisam ul Haq. It has indeed given us all a reason to smile... in these otherwise trying, troubling times..

I love to see Green out there, especially when it looks like this :)

Thursday 16 September 2010

Introducing 'The Cheapmunks'

Suhana Baloch and Mehek Teherani. Meet the girl duo from Karachi who mix local and western tunes to make their own original blend of 'fusion' music. And not surprisingly enough, probably the first music act in Pakistan to become popular only due to viral marketing through You Tube and Facebook. So far they do this only for fun and are planning their second gig at a Cafe in Karachi. If you turn into a fan after having a listen and want to follow them, join their group on Facebook. Personally I can't wait to hear what they come up with next :)


Friday 10 September 2010

Tennis Happy

After the worst floods Pakistan has ever suffered in its 63 year old history, corrupt cricketers and the continuous fighting in the NWFP (now Khyber Paktoonwala) Province, the hunky Aisam ul Haq has brought a bit of warmth and a glimmer of hope to the weary, tired and dejected Pakistani hearts all over the world.

Today, Aisam-ul-Haq of Pakistan and Rohan Bopanna of India played and lost the US Open Men's Doubles Final.

It is not everyday you get to see an Indian and Pakistani play on the same team and be the cause for so much shared happiness on both sides of the border. And ofcourse not everyday a Pakistani plays in a Grand Slam Final to begin with. I am all for sporting their 'Stop War, Start Tennis' t-shirt. Hope all the young minds are listening in both countries. We certainly need more like these two!

...errr...now where is my tennis racket?

Thursday 9 September 2010

What a girl wants

The oh so pretentious me does have a list of 'things' I want this Autumn...one does ocassionally succumb to the constant tirade of commercial messages neatly tucked away in almost every corner we turn...well, if I were to ever give in and I am known to hold out for quite a while, I would splurge on the following items this Autumn-Winter(or maybe I will just do some calculations of reward Vs guilt and never get around to it....)
1. The Mulberry Alexa
2. A pair of Acne Pistol boots
3. The new Ipod nano
4. An Amazon Kindle
5. A cool Norwegian Alpine knit

Wednesday 8 September 2010

Ramazan in Islamabad

No matter the years that add up to my double digit age, I still feel 13 when I have to wake up for Sehri. Its not easy hearing the shrill call of the alarm followed by my mother knocking incessantly on my door and eventually opening my eyes to pitch darkness. It gets better after that though..... walking downstairs following the smell of parathas and greeting the rest of my family who is also not fully awake yet but somehow seated at the table trying to focus hard on the task at hand. Eat and drink your fill in 40 minutes. The chit chat is brief. Soon enough we are all layering our tootbrushes, brushing away and geting ready for the morning prayer. Prayers done, a few pages in the Quran read..zip in to bed I jump.

Morning arrives sooner then it should and its time to get dressed and take myself to work. Working hours are shorter and colleagues a little bit more understanding than what is usual. Its nice to have other empty stomachs for company.... they get it. Soon enough its time to avoid all the disasters waiting to happen on the road and drive home. Afternoon prayers said, and a nap under the belt, its time to join the other hungry comrades in the kitchen and help make the iftari. Welcome to the best part of the day. The entire process of preparing food when you have not eaten for over 15 hours is one of the most satisfying experiences. The azaan is heard loud and clear and some minutes later everyone reads the roza iftar dua and pops a date, followed by lots of fruit chat, many pakoras, glasses of rooh afza, and then the main course curry and chapati....ssss. Ahh...bliss. Then the much awaited cup..ss of chai over some family banter. A place for everything and everything in its place.

Sunday 5 September 2010

M

He was born exactly a month ago...on 5 August. I was not prepared for the overwhleming love I felt for him. It circled me from all sides and basically drowned me within a few minutes of laying eyes on him. He is a sweet little boy, he whimpers when he cries, pouts when he sleeps and sucks his bottle with such vigour... which continues after the bottle is long gone. I adore him so much I even changed his nappy :)

I am looking forward to his life as a toddler, boy and the man that he will become one day. Little M.

Saturday 4 September 2010

That Feeling

Today I felt like I was falling in love all over again. I could not put my finger on what actually triggered it. Maybe the music had something to do with it as i finally upgraded to a Spotify premium account which enables me to listen to my offline playlists on my Iphone whenever I want to. Yes, I am nearly a gadget freak. So I spent the day playing music, prancing around my apartment with an amused husband looking on, skipping around the city, meeting an old friend and making a new one. The weather was glorious and I felt like I could do just about anything I wanted to. I came home and there he was. The reason for that feeling.