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Wonders of Power Blackouts!!

Hii.. Long time..

Okay, whenever I mean to input here, something goes wrong, and that something is most prolly the electricity... :(

Karachi is suffering as usual from the load shedding, unannounced that is..No schedules, no notices, no timings, to hell with routines..

So yesterday, I decided to watch T.V!!!! for a change, gathered my dinner plate and went to the room, switched on the T.V, found a perfect channel, and *click*..*pitch darkness*...what could I do now..there went my plan..sigh..

Anywho, power was on in some minutes though..what could be better I began reading a novel I bought myself, the best seller "To Kill a Mockingbird" Amazing stuff it is.. I soemtiems wonder if people like Atticus exist..or they do?? And cute kids like Scout, when the book began I thought Scout was a guy, it sure seemed so... but.. :d it is novel of kids, but I dont reckon its for kids..But, the war b/w the white n black continues even today..

Ok, so while reading the novel, *click* there goes my light and fan. Being the kind of person I am, I litted a candle, and continued reading.. :D Well, obviously my eyes got strained so I stopped, and then power turned on..

And last but not the least, when I finally went to sleep, *click* yet again..sighs, I tuned to FM.. my fave timepass at night, there was a good show on unseen love, does it exist or not, the callers had funny answers, and it was a lot of fun..It was all about wrong numbers, anon smses, emails and chatting. Even I can't grasp the part where people who interact via wrong number get themselves entangled in love, and ofcourse upon meeting, the snowman which they built, they themselves break it..Why continue a relationship without any grounds, without any stand.. Finally when the power was back at abt past 2 a.m. I really went to dream land..

Seriously, these are the wonders of power blackouts.. :D

`~* :D *~'

Comments

Khalil said…
Me I didn't like to kill a mockingbird. Only that one guy that drinks whisky out of his paper bag was cool.
Thu May 18, 12:53:00 AM
Karachiite said…
:O You didn't like the book??

only Atticus was cool!!
Thu May 18, 02:55:00 PM
Sarah said…
Dude, everytime I tell people this, they are like "WHAT!?!?!?!" but honestly, I cannot get myself to read "To Kill a Mockingbird." I have tried many times, but always stop at chapter 3 or so. I honestly just can't do it. The book has bored me to death in the very beginning, can't imagine what the whole novel is like! :hijabi:
Sat May 20, 01:37:00 AM
Karachiite said…
Sarah, the first few pages where Scout goes on about her grand dad made it seem as if the narrator was a guy and also much older.. Once you overcome the first few pages you are bound to be interested in the book!
Sat May 20, 02:53:00 PM
Sarah said…
I got past the first few pages. But the story just seems really uninteresting to me. I don't know... I really need to get hooked in the beginning or else!
Sat May 20, 08:12:00 PM
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