Thanksgiving

On thanksgiving we were invited at the home of a graduate student who happens to be a neuro surgeon too. It was good time with friends. Cheeko was lookin absolutly stunning. I couldnt have enough of treating my eyes with her beauty. There was another pakistani girl there from karachi and the issue of punjabis being paindoos came up. And when our american friends asked whats a paindoo, she gave the analogy of red necks in amercia and defined paindoos as some one illetrate and uncultured. My punajbi nationalist friend was set on hot coals by her remarks. Anyways I got the chance to speak punjabi for quite a lenght which is very rare for me and discuss punajbi poetry and culture.
After the dinner we watched a movie from early cold war era. I dont remember the name now but the movie was great and staright out hilarious. It was about the cold war fears of a nuclear attack and of the possibility of a mishap because of human error or blunders on the part of military generals. There was this hawkish general who sends the code to B-52s to drop the bomb on USSR. I think this movie should be a must see for all the bomb worshiping pakistanis.

A Haiku

Theoretical physicist am I
mortals
trembel before me

I always thought that someday I will start writing diary. The reason was that I love reliving the past in my memories. But whenever I enjoyed recalling all those good things gone by , I feared that one day I might forget them. And perhaps I have forgotton many of them already. There was also a strange thought always in my mind. The thought was of losing myself. I reasoned that since what I am is what I think and feel, and since my thought process and my feelings are constantly developing or changing, so me today is a deifferent person from me yesterday.. This seemed quite disturbing to me. I didnt want to lose myself in favor of a me in future. At least a priori , there was no reason to believe that me in future will be a happier (whatever that word means) person. So I thought I should write a diary. Few months back, I came to know about the blog world, and thought it to be a good way to keep diary. This is the main reasn for me to blog.
Ofcourse this particular diary cannot be very personal as it is public. but on the otherhand I think I will like the idea of people reading my blog (if any). But in any case I hope I will be happy to read these blogs 10 years from now and hopefuly will not be too embarassed.