Silver Lining

I know your heart is breaking. The green and white paint on your face is probably messed up because of the sweat and if you're too dramatic, tears. It hurts doesn't it? Defeat. Well, I'm going to take you through the five stages of grief my fellow Pakistani cricket enthusiast.

Denial:

No. This is not happening. It's not possible. We're the best. We were doing so good. This isn't true. There must be something wrong here. THEY CHEATED. Yes. They've put their kaafir black magic spells on the pitch. Bas. Warna hum kaisay haar saktey hain bhei?

Anger:

Misbah and Younus. You bloody h*****s. And you Indians. You smelly cheating Indians. Let's rip out their intestines and feed them to the crows. We don't know exactly how you did it, but when we find out...*glares*

You better not sleep. Cause we're coming to get you.

Bargaining:

If we would have prayed more, maybe we would have won? Shit man, I should have recited 'Ya Fatahoo' like that forward msg said and sent it to all my friends. Shit. Oh God why? You should have kept it raining. We could have just flown to the finals. Why???

Depression:

Let the pain take over. Feel it fellow fan. Feel our loss. India will be in the final, might even win. We've lost. Yeap. I know it hurts.

Cry.

Let it all out.

Acceptance:

It's okay. It's just a game. I mean, we did do great throughout the world cup. So what if we lost now. We were in the top 4! That's pretty good. We beat the Aussies! That's gotta mean something. And we did have some good moments in today's match.

Afridi is still as cute as anything. Pakola still tastes great.

Hey. Let's celebrate anyways, and show them we don't care about their 'world cup'. We still support our men in green. Let's greet them with smiles because let's face it.

We're still better looking.

*Puts on shades* Deal with it.

Yeap it's New York.

I got off Penn Station today on 7th Avenue only to be stopped by an African American homeless guy. Generally, I ignore them as they scare the shit out of me. But this guy actually cheered me up. Seriously, he was extremely funny. And a little crazy. Anyhoo. He said that 'our' women are the most beautiful in the world. He also said that even though he's an ugly guy but he's still the most beautiful guy in the world since he's a New Yorker. Then he apologized for being high. Ha.

Another eventful scene you ask? Okay. A street dancing group. It was exciting. And entertaining. And really fun.

Also, the Hershey's store at Times Square. Pure chocolate heaven. <3

Just another magic moment

So yesterday night, I went out and explored NYC. I had originally planned on spending the night on the internetz, snuggled on the couch (yes, the people I'm staying with don't have a guest room, but I don't mind since the couch is really comfy), trolling and whatnot. But Shay, my new found friend was nice enough to volunteer to take me out for the night.

No, I'm not describing the whole night. Just the magic moment I won't forget for a long time. Okay, so. He was supposed to take me to Brooklyn Bridge to show me the skyline. But instead, he pumped up the car with some techno music and kept driving. I was curious as to where we were going, but I didn't really care. He said, "I'm waiting for the perfect moment" and I was about to ask "What for?" but just then song climaxed and he said "Look to your right now."

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It was the skyline of NYC, beautiful and breathtaking. The lights shimmering in all directions, the buildings majestically blending into the velvet black sky. Blending in and yet standing out. The Empire State building was the main attraction, I couldn't take my eyes off the tower perched in the midst of other spectacular structures. I couldn't say anything. I just sat there, savoring the moment, my mouth gaping at the splendor. Slowly, I let my mind wrap itself around the reality of the situation, and I managed to croak out a weak "It's beautiful."

Because that's what it was. Beautiful, and magic.