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4 Jun

In 2005 I graduated from college. It was sad. Saying goodbye to the people I had lived with for the last four years was the hardest thing I had ever done. In the four years, I lived with the same four girls – this was a little unique and not everyone was as lucky – but this also made me afraid because coccooned in our mutually loved craziness for the last four years – I was afraid I would not know how to exist without them in the world. This was the last picture taken of us on the grounds of Yale New Haven as a foursome.

Undergraduate Graduation with my Suitemates and sweethearts of the last four years

                                                                                                                            From Left to Right: Victoria Smith, Catherine Wassenaar, Vanessa Everding and Me!

ve years later, I have now graduated from a Master’s program and have once again found three other fantastic friends that I lived with. As of two days ago we have officialy graduated and have had pretty pictures much like the one above taken a thousand times.

Grad School Graduation with the Grad School Girls but missing our fourth musketeer, Payal Hathi

But as I graduate from graduate school I’m not as afraid because as I graduate, I go back to New Haven first to celebrate five years of being done with undergrad! And celebrating with me are my suitees  (my old suitemates) and sweet hearts and its like nothing has changed.

We will sleep together in a Yale dorm just like we did for the past four years. We are taking with us the music we danced to from 2001 to 2005 and we’re watching our favorite movie, Sex and the Citry 2  – kind of a tribute to us and our lasting friendship and of the countless days and weeks spent watching it together during and post college and we’ll do this while we wear our matching sex and the city shirts. Our cheesiness persists. We will be gorging ourselves on moosetracks milksakes from yorkside and chowfun from Ivy noodle. There will be a visit to pepe’s and consumption of their excellent pizza and one night there will be the famous suite lock in!

The lock-in was a famous tradition in which we the suitemates for one night locked ourselves with our favorite foods and drinks and contact with the outside world was prohibited – no emails and no cell phones were allowed. It was just us and our craziness in all its glory! This year the lock-in will be goverened by the following agenda

1. Invocation – recolleciton of memorable suite antics

2. Preparation of secret suite brews

3. Discussion of Highs and Lows of the Past Five Years

4. An update on Work/School – the boss you hated, the classes you despised

5. Update on Family – what did they do to make you cry, laugh or plain mad

6. Update on Boys/Men/Dogs

7. Misc – like Voctoria’s heat rash, Sehar’s newly dyed hair, anything and everything that needs to be shared

8. Future Goals/Wishes and Desires/Hopes and Dreams/Deepest fears and Regrets

9. Sacred Suite Dance Ritual

10. Hugs, kisses, cracking up and cackling

So despite the five year hiatus in a suite reunion – I know that when the reuniting happens, it will be like we were never apart – cheesy but true and also heartening because I know that in another five years, I will still find it as easy to fall back into the quirkiness of the times at 3S Magie and my grad school crew.

Good friends really do come with a life time guarantee or atleast a five year one for sure. Will report at years ten to see if the guarantee is still good – Although, I do have a feeling that it will be!!


Meet Seham Noon =)

17 Apr

There was a time when we put letters in the mail to get updates. They took weeks and months  to travel across the globe. Families waited years before they were able to see and hold the ones  they loves. People braved the cruel seas and fought disease and death to go from one shore to the other just so that they could see once, the ones  they loved. Many never made it despite trying. 

But thanks to facebook, wordpress and photoshop that need not be the case anymore. You can meet, hold, hug and even have proof of it without ever having done it! Meet Seham Noon. She’s adorable. She has a precious little chin and chubby cheeks. She has perfect toes and little plump wrinkly hands. I have oohed and aahed over their perfection and preciousness. I’ve also forced all my friends to do the same. And as you ooh and aah over her cuteness, let me confess that i’m introducing you to baby bunting without having been properly introduced myself. Dont let the picture fool you! Its the product of the endless harrassment of her parents, her mama’s artistic skills, technology and our everlasting love! (yes cheesy…I know!)

The last time I met Seham, she was in-utero. Her tiny little mama was consuming copious quantities of canned cheese. She was just chugging it I swear. At movie theaters she was throwing people into panic by demanding she be allowed to brace the jostline crowds to buy her third bag of fries and sixth helping of hot dogs. And while I was hoping Seham would pop out in indignance or in fits of laughter at her mother’s behavior she stayed calmly inside. And so we didnt get chance to say hi and shake hands in person.

And when she did decide to make her grand entrance into the world, I was in Vegas. I was clutching my cell phone to my heart waiting to hear it ring or beep with a text message announcing her arrival. While all the others did inconsequential things like playing poker or blackjack, I kept looking furitively at my phone; like a crazy woman! (look Seham, I used a semi colon for you!)

And now that she is finally here, it seems like only yesterday that Nadine and I were driving around in the  Summer rain in Islamabad talking about our children who at that time, seemed as distant a possibility as the low growl and rumble of thunder. Nadine said, she wanted her children to run around happy, barefoot, with locks of curly unbrushed hair flying around in the sunshine! I was mortified. I told her I would allow no such thing. I would brush their hair and tie it up in pigtails and ponytails complete with ribbons and ridiculous baubles. She said she would have my children come to her house and make sure she didnt brush their hair.

And now that one of us has a real baby, I want mama Nads to know that  Sehroo Khala is prepared. I’ve started to buy Seham ribbons and bows for her hair. Even her little own pink hairbrush! And I’m looking forward to moving back to Islamabad to put all those in Seham’s currently non-existent hair.  And I’m looking forward to some real pictures and to some real hugs and kisses. And hopefully a lifetime of fun and friendship with GB (godbaby) and arguing with Nadine about utterly inconsequential matters like hair ribbons. 

Read more about Seham on her very own blog! Its great! Click Here

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