The Stirring of a Breeze

Note: This post was also republished here.


I see posts from numerous freshmen on the LUMS Class of 2018 Facebook group discussing their upcoming departure and preparations for their new life at LUMS. Everyone is expressing their joy and excitement. How they can’t wait for the orientation. How their dream has finally come true. When they are planning to depart for Lahore. What they are looking forward to. What their plans are.

Although this is what I, too, should be feeling right now, as I sit here in my soon to be vacated room with shopping bags and boxes beside my bed filled with clothes and presents for relatives in Pakistan, all I am feeling is an overwhelming sense of sadness and… emptiness; along with an inability to appreciate the fact that all this is actually happening. I’m really leaving.


It’s sort of strange when you think about it. All through the A-Levels and the SATs, this is what I have been looking forward to: going to a prestigious university and learning Science and Engineering. I still remember looking up the requirements of universities online and going through the immensely tedious and annoying (akin to torture, really) admission processes. I was excited then… restless, motivated, driven… but not sad. Not the least bit sad or anxious.

Maybe it was because I was so occupied with what I could gain from achieving my goal that I hardly took the time to contemplate what I will be losing, at least temporarily. I think I can handle living in the on-campus accommodation (especially considering it’s probably one of the best in Pakistan). I also believe I can handle the tough workloads and competitive environment of a Science and Engineering School. I also hope that if I work hard it won’t be difficult to get into my desired major, Electrical Engineering, along with a minor in Physics. However, the biggest problem I think I will face is the fact that, well… I’ll miss my mom a lot.

This is for grad school but most of the stuff is applicable to undergrads as well. Especially the last part.

What I must realize, however, is that times have somewhat changed since the departure of 19 year old Chandrasekhar on a ship to Cambridge for his MSc. in Physics. I’m going on an airplane instead of a ship, for one. Not to mention, I can contact my family instantly via phone calls, emails, social networking etc. instead of sending ye olde letters or waiting for the telephone operator to finally put an international call through. Hence, I definitely need to stop acting like a baby.

I can’t live on my dad’s money forever and I know it. On top of that, university will provide me with something I have always craved and hungered for… knowledge. Especially knowledge about Physics and Engineering and all sorts of other scientific fields. I guess I should stop sulking like a kindergartener and act like an adult for once (which is pretty difficult for me, considering I have a maturity and IQ level less than that of an average elementary school student). When I was young, I always assumed I’d be far more mature and grown-up-ish at the age of 19. Yet, here I am, as stupid as ever.

Also, on a more positive note, this is my 96th blog post. Only four more left till I reach the goal of publishing a 100 posts on this blog. I still vividly remember the day I made my first post after transitioning from my previous blog about three years ago. Ah… the memories.


A Tale of One City…. Divided in Two.

My town, Buraimi, is a strange one.  It’s a kind of no man’s land between Oman and the UAE.  The Omani Border check post is located 6 km from here, and the UAE Border check post surrounds the town’s other three sides.  On the other side of the border, is the huge city of Al-Ain, in the UAE. The town of Buraimi, was actually just a small suburban colony of Al-Ain. After the border between Oman and the UAE was defined, Buraimi was excluded from Al-Ain and a border was built between the two. You can even see the cars in Al-Ain passing right beside you at parts where the border is between two adjacent roads.

Omanis living in Buraimi regularly go to Al-Ain. Both countries being part of the GCC, do not need a visa. Expatriates, like me, need to buy a 50 Rial. 6 month pass to visit Al-Ain.

I think it’s very extra-ordinary, to be living in a city divided into two. I can use both currencies here, the Omani Rial and the UAE Dirham. I can get the full advantages of the huge bustling city of Al-Ain, while enjoying the quiet , peaceful townlife of Buraimi at the same time. 😎 .

Sohar Beach: Afternoon.

Picture taken in the afternoon at the beautiful Sohar Beach. One of my favourite places in the world 😎 . Unfortunately, I had  forgotten to take my camera, so I shot it with my mom’s Nokia E5-00, 5.0 megapixel camera. So the quality is good but it could have been better :(.

Beach At Sohar, Afternoon




Buraimi : The Same Road, Different Times.

Just want to share some random pictures and interesting things about the town I live in, Al-Buraimi, Oman.  I’ve taken a series of pictures at different times of the day from my balcony of the road outside. Weird how everything seems different every time, even though it’s the same place! 😕

Sunset in Buraimi

Dusk in Buraimi

Night in Buraimi