If I were a test cricketer, I would bump my way up the batting order at number 1 and neutralize all incoming balls until India falls over from boredom and their reflexes start crawling to slow motion multiplied into the power of 1/32. I heard Miandad used to do that. Can't stand test. Like one-days though. From Imran Khan's stand. Good view, fun crowd, huge, stomach lifting waves, can see Plunkett's butt (and everyone else's, no one believed me when I insisted that instead of Rana Naveed as the screen proclaimed, Shoaib's butt was thumping up to the pitch-I have a great eye for the fundaments in universe- and then when the name was changed mid first ball, I wanted to stand up and wave magnanimously like Miss Universe only not dressed down as much as them), good view on outs too (in the coming one-day, I should be barred from all food, everytime there was an out, I missed it because my face was stuck to the bottom of pizza boxes). Broto was most upset and grumbling that they would make 664/0 at the current rate today. Munch is all hopeful about Dravid. I cannot understant the appeal. The man looks like a looll simian.

The weather in Khi broke, RIGHT at departure point. I hate winter but it seems to follow me around. The weather in Lahore is balmier, clean, tabula rasa, but no sunlight so no lying on grass at duckpond today. I can feel the impending bloom of spring which actually does come to LUMS. Before winter runs out I want to master scarf tying French style, not with scarfs though. With stoles, pashmina ones too, though today I say Mina the Malik in one and it was too cumbersome, she came captioned in my head - "The Noose from France", how does one do it silkily?

I'm trying to stop myself from thinking with annotations because it makes me inarticulate and because it seems to be that most people are not convinced by your content, validity and proofing of your argument but by the monopoly of the eyes and the imposition of the tone. People don't seem to like being given choices it seems as much as they resent the sense of having choices pulled out from under them. Best not to overestimate intelligence I suppse, it just makes me seems like an amusing frootloop, with lots of powdered sugar. Minto used to say about law precedents, don't read the cases, don't look them up until you need to. I suppose one shouldn't think clearly until one has to- unnecessary energy vibes that curl hazily and darken scenes.

Prepositions are intrusive, ruin the feel and pin you to paper. Probably why poetry is good, artistic license to do away with structure and invent your own. Though the whole sense of being taken over by another person out of reach when I pick a pen or do lost-in-thought typings gives authors and poets a disappointing slant. Their reach is inadvertently divine, they become great because of the universe the critics construct around their paragraphs, the contexts conjured. A whole separate imagined community to support careers and teaching departments. They were/are probably punch drunk literary peasants *prickles* moved by base emotion but nutshelling fame in a 3 line compression of a 2 hr rant.