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Monday, December 22nd, 2003

Subject:Desert Rose
Time:6:40 am.
Mood: lazy.
Hello all my peeples.

Mishta. Mish has landed back in Kuwait safe and sound. Greetings from Brown.


Well lets see, another tiring journey home this time. I think being sick definetly made it feel longer.

I got the opportunity to meet a charming young lady at philly international and we continued to get to know each other for the major course of our journey to frankfurt. Her name was Allesandra, she lives in Turin, Italy and is in the process of moving to philly with the rest of her family. A senior in highschool she's applying to universities to study fine art or international relations. A pretty, smart and witty girl with a smile that would make you want to applaud. And being the friendly international man of mystery and magic that i am, we exchanged emails. It was nice to be able to converse with someone on the plane. The irish lady i sat next to proceeded to get sloshed in true irish fashion, with a bottle of red wine.

Frankfurt was smoky with all the smokers about, and lively. I spent most of my time in the Duty free shop (6 hour stopover) sampling the free Champagne Cognac cocktails which they were making out of Grand Marnier Cognac. It vos rattther vunderful.

The weather here is beautful. Going to go to the beach today. Lisha i mish u..................................................this much :-) and i'll think thoughtfully about you while i'm there. As well as the rest of you.

Going to go to the hospital to get my checkup done either today or tomorrow. My chest is a lot better although i still have problems with doing any strenous type of excercise. It sux being sick. My biological clock is currently outta whack, but then thats in keeping with thestatus quo.

Other than that, not much else to write. I've got grad school applications to send out but for the time being - i'm straight clowning.

Off to join my mommy and daddy for their daily cup of morning tea and some breakfast.

Until tomorrow or later on today. Keep checking for news of what mish-chief i get up to down here :-p

Arrivederci,

Mighty Mish!
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Sunday, July 6th, 2003

Subject:Birthday!
Time:5:43 pm.
Mood: bouncy.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKI MON!


Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! Birthday!

I AM FINALLY 21! WA-HOOOOOOO! ....now what?

Wish a lot more of my peeps could be here to celebrate it with me. All of you that are in the US and are of age - have a drink for me, and i'll think of you when i drink tonight.. modestly of course....
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Friday, June 20th, 2003

Subject:Hola!
Time:7:09 pm.
Sup fellas,

Long time no update. I've been meaning to do it but what can i say...i've been lazy and busy at the same time. So enough of the intro whats been going on with me?

Well works good, in fact its great. Working with a real wacky bunch of people. And getting a good amount of work experience in the process. Was at my first ever corporate staff meeting the other day. I think it can be summarised into "you're all doing a great job,we're doing well as a whole...now lets see you all do better". It was meant to be a pep talk.

Other than that got myself a membership at the gym finally. Now i can get back to liftin - been running! for those of you that thought i was being a slacker! Shame on you.

Not much else to say really, the place is quite hot! But i am driving around the entire country like a hot rod on wheels. All i need now is some chicks to make me look cool. :o)
And..uh...a convertible. :o)

I discovered yesterday that the Kuwait National Cinema Company actually has a website with all its showlistings! I've lived here 20 years i've never known that. Unfortunately the timings and listings are all wrong online, just like they're all wrong in the paper...why?

Got the graduation pics developed. Came out real nice. Lisa theres a real nice shot of you and me in that one. We're glowing! Cheri you and em make for a photogenic couple.

Will hopefully have all the pics scanned soon so i'll email them up for peeps to see, or maybe i'llfind a way to put them on my livejournal. Or better yet my website.

Thats about it for now. More to come soon. Remember folks this MAN turns 21 on the 6th of July. Emails are expected. And you are all to drink a shot or a pint for me in my absence.

Take care peeps.

aMish!
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Saturday, May 24th, 2003

Subject:Back in da Saddle Agin'
Time:3:55 am.
Mood: groggy.
Salaam Aleikum! Shlonek!

(For those of you that do not speak Arabic I just asked if y’all were ok. No cusses I swear!)

Well Well Well Lesse I’m home! Back here for yet another hot summer in the desert. I tell you what I live through Gale force winds, snow sleet and rain and I’m thinking to myself I’m going home and I’m going to get some nice sun and sip martinis on my terrace at home. Right? Nada…Niet…Zippo…Negative. Ever since I’ve come back all I’ve had is mad dust storms. They call it Toz! Some people call it a Big Haboob. Whatever it is, its getting in my eye and its been quite irritating.

Nonetheless, it’s good to be back. What a trip back though let me tell you!

To begin with Erica and Adam decided to take a road trip and drive me to Philly saving me lots of money and severe back problems from Greyhound, which would have taken 6 and a half hours to get me there. Mad props to both of you guys – I am very grateful to you both. I'm going to bring you both back lots of Arabian dates as a token of my appreciation. By dates I am of course referring to the fruit variety and not the human variety.

Now someone please enlighten me, cos I am a bit perplexed, but somewhere along this semester did someone spike my vodka with some sort of weird charm pill? This is the second time I was hit on by an airline attendant! The first was during spring break though most of you know about that one; it was a German girl in Munich while I was flying back from New York. This one was a tall leggy Dutch blonde, a 30 something with blue eyes and peach skin that looked like it had either seen the inside of a tanning booth or taken in a lot of sun. Whatever it was she was a stunner. And she both checked me out and into KLM. I never did get her name but she swooned over my passport and we engaged in idle chitchat for a good 15 minutes. She asked if I flew KLM often since she hadn’t seen me before. I told her that this was just a random thing and that I normally flew BA. She goes “well we’ll just have to find some way of convincing you to ride with us then” and she winked as well and I think – My god! The woman’s flirting with me! Not convinced? I was 45 pounds overweight and should have been charged at least 150 dollars as penalty. But she comes up close to my ear and say’s that she’d let it slide for me and even asked if I had time to catch a cup of coffee I declined graciously saying that I had a flight to catch as she well knew from looking at my ticket and personally I was feeling a bit uncomfortable with her, I made some passing comment about Air France and she let out a loud throaty guffaw! –It was like Ursula in the Little Mermaid and her overbearing presence was getting to be a bit much for me (she was 3 feet bigger than I was and that’s a bit too much for me to handle)plus she had a ring on, although i can't tell what kind. Still, it put an amused smile on my face and I took off to catch my flight. Charming emancipated lady.

Next Stop – Detroit

A nice airport, I was quite impressed with it, this was my first time stopping over. Although with the overcast skies and the transit trams taking people to and from there gates it felt like some sort of port in Star Trek. Nonetheless listened to some Motown Records in the Motown Records store than ran to my flight gate to begin the real journey home.


Next Stop: Amsterdam – Midpoint

The flight to Amsterdam was long, tiring and boring. The food was mediocre in fact it was awful. I was served porridge for breakfast…yes porridge…I kid you not…it was awful. Northwest and KLM don’t have personal TV’s either unless you travel business class so I had to watch whatever feature they had playing at the time. On this leg they had Evelyn on which I have to say I quite liked. I proceeded to consume many an alcoholic beverage though to pass time while I read my book.

Almost there, they’ve redone Schipol Airport since the last time I was here. Added in a lot more shops given the place a sort of retrofit. Whatever it is they’ve done it suits the place. Got myself a coffee, a glass of orange juice and some beer for later with lunch – it was after all about noon when I arrived and I had shoved away the porridge on my tray with utter disgust. After my meal I decided it would be best if I freshened up a bit. I hadn’t slept a wink thus far and I could you use a good face wash. SO off I trotted to the mens room. Brushed my teeth, shaved some. While I decided to christen the porcelain palace though I heard quick running footsteps through the toilet and people clearing the place. I then heard a loud rapping on my stall door followed by the words “Police! Get Out!

Now I sit and think to myself why would the police knock on my door. I am not a drug dealer, I haven’t been carrying anything that I am unaware off. Did that flight attendant have a nasty boyfriend? Was she a runaway from Holland who was unhappy with the state of affairs here and had sought political asylum in the states? I have not ingested any drugs, although those shrooms at lunch looked and tasted kind of funny. Or maybe it’s some pesky traveler that needs to go to the loo real bad and is playing a prank to get me out faster.

Just then another rapping on the door followed by the words “Are you finished” rudely interrupted my close train of thought. I went “No!” The person then goes “Did you find something?” I go “Am I supposed to find something?” Finally I decided that being a smartass sitting in a Dutch toilet with nowhere to escape from but the way I came in was not the best course of action for me to follow. So I got up and walked out only to find 3 policemen each one no less than 6 foot 5 looking down at me and standing next to an elderly gentleman who looked like he’d come from some sort of Masquerade Ball.

He had a monocle and a feather in his fedora hat complete with a pocket watch with the silver chain and everything. I wish I had a camera. All the same the man started saying something to me in Italian. Now as astute as a gentleman as I am I know when I can’t speak a language, but I make it customary to learn as much about foreign cultures as possible. If there’s one part of a different language I try to learn it’s the line that says I don’t know how to speak your language. Gathering that the man was indeed speaking in Italian I went “Spiacente non parlo italiano” at which the old man was filled with mirth for a good 3 minutes. Even the policemen began to worry if he was ok or going to have a heart attack. Finally he put on his monocle walked over to me and clasped both arms on my shoulders, looked up at me and went in English “I love the way you keeel my language, I’m sorry to disturb you, please finish your beezness” And that was that he walked out, apparently he had lost his ticket and had been in the same stall I was in only moments before. Well I hope you found it old man!

Next I hiked to my gate, Schipol is the longest airport in the world and it really was a hike to find my gate. All the while I ducked and avoided being trampled over by pilots and air hostesses alike who were nothing less than 6,4 in height. Imagine me a 6,2 Indian hiding from all these people biting my nails in nervousness as I passed. Some of these guys even had baldheads – I am told that is the latest style and they also had funky teeth, which reminded me of Nosferatu –Shccaaaary! At my gate i met an interesting Canadian fellow, he was supposedly going to Bahrain to work on an Oil Rig. We got talking but all he had to ask me was what i thought off the "American Hunnies" as he so eloquently put it, and whether i had seen any Canadian ones to boot? I informed him that i had never hit a women in my life and i wasn't going to start at this age wife beater or no wife beater. He also claimed that he didn't drink because it didn't do it for him however he proceeded to down the following

3 Shots of Baileys
a glass of Red Cabernet with his meal
All of which was followed by a stiff Jack Daniels - neat no less.

When i approached him about his earlier statement he goes i'm a sucker for baileys...and wine...and scotch. Canadians, you go figure them out.

Once aboard the flight I found that I had a bad window seat and the gentlemen that was to sit next to me was an obese Texan on his way back to Kuwait. “Howdy!” He screamed, had I said howdy in return I might have received a slap on the back. A Halliburton Aficionado no doubt! Nonetheless, there was no way I was going to sit there; I wouldn’t survive 9 hours of that. So I decided to use the old trick ankle play – and it worked! Went up to the kindly Air Hostess and told her my foot was quite sore and that I had just twisted it walking into the plane.

She was kind enough to let me sit in an empty aisle and told me that I could probably sit there for the rest of the journey since they had 29 free places on the flight that day. And indeed I did, noone claimed it, and it was mine all the way back to Kuwait. Once again the food was mediocre although better then Northwestern. Drank lots of Heineken and ate lots of Crackers and Gouda Cheese. I was forced to watch Maid in Manhattan, but they also had Just Shoot me and Bilky and Babky! The perfect strangers :o) So I was good. After a while though my ankle was really sore, either it was real or I deserve an Oscar for such real life acting. I convinced myself.

The trip was exhausting I still hadn’t slept for over a day and a half now. The 1 hour pit stop in Bahrain was excruciatingly long. I got to watch the cleaning people come in and clean the plane while it was being refueled. One of them even tried to steal my pillows! But I put a quick stop to that. Finally it was time for the final leg home. Although…one final test awaited me.

We were all informed upon landing in Kuwait that all passengers would be subject to a mandatory SARS temperature check. Guess what?? Yup you guessed it. I have magical ears that made the thermometer beep. So I got pulled aside for questioning. It went like this

Man: “Where you are coming from? China, Canada, Hong Kong?”
Me: “No, I came form America”
Man: “You go to Chinatown in your area”
Me: “No I come from a little village”
Man: “Maikhalif, yalla!” (Means no problem you can go)

So now that I was finally *ahem* *ahem* *cough* *cough* cleared by the medical authority on the subject aka Man in Blue Shirt. I got my bags and left the airport – it was great to see the folks!

I start with KPMG on June 1st in the meantime I’ve been sleeping of this godawful jetlag. I doze off around the house like a big lazy dog. Sleeping whenever and wherever I please. I literally didn’t know what time of day it was or what day it was for that matter when I got home. And I’m still making mistakes. Zula you probably got your birthday card early cos I thought Wednesday was the 22nd instead of Thursday. Nothing wrong with being punctual I always say.

Except you can look like a fool as I did arriving at KPMG early by 2 days to finish of some paperwork. When I told them I’d be in at our prearranged appointment. Felt reeel sheepish.

All the same folks, drop me a line. Finally got my Internet sorted out. It sux here. Apologize for being away so long. Going to call it a night now, its 3:51am and I can’t sleep.

Until next time stay tuned for more adventures from (A)mish!
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Monday, May 5th, 2003

Subject:Just curious
Time:2:22 pm.
Mood: blah.
AAAH! Wetness that is the word for the day. Pouring rain, makes for soggy feet and useless umbrellas that break or turn inside out with the wind. Gotta love PSU merchandise. You think with all the money they take from us annually they would have the decency to sell us durable products. Alas no - that wouldn't be the PSU way.

Since we're on the topic of rain for some twisted and saddistic reason the only songs i've heard on the online radio stations today have had something or the other to do with rain

Supertramp - its raining again
Phil Collins - I wish it would rain down

and the all time classic raindrops keep falling on my head - I kid you not...oh no i wouldn't lie to you.

Its a conspiracy!

Gah to end with i pose this question

Do sheep shrink when it rains?

I was just curious..thats all.

Until next time - salaam aleikum
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Sunday, May 4th, 2003

Subject:End of Semester
Time:12:09 am.
Mood: contemplative.
Saluuuuuuuuuuuuuuutations Kimosabi's :o)

Well lets see its been a long time since i updated this thing - but after insistent pushing by Ellyssa here it is back by popular demand. Mad props to her for helping me create the new look for this thing too.


The year is over!!!!! Only finals week left and thats pretty much a doddle. Then i get to stay for graduation week and see some of my favorite peeps leave to move onto bigger and better things. Thanks for making the PSU experience a lot more enjoyable and a lot more bearable guys. Its been both an honor and privilege getting to know you.

I'm on duty tonight still two more nights of duty to go - i even close the year off -it sux!

Oh well on a positive note - 421 is done, no more purao although the TA's have been great friends this semester.

Dinner sucked tonite. So i am now contemplating whether ot not i should order a pizza to make up for the damage done to my intestines or whether i should order chinese - If its still open. On second thoughts my eyes just spotted nachos mmmmmmm

Got my internship with KPMG International In Kuwait - going to be doing Information Risk Management Baby! Keep checking my IM name to find out how i'm doing or just bookmark this link to check it out yourself.

Lets see what else is new...oh how could i forget - my mom bless her heart bought my dad a brand new car for his 53rd birthday - Toyota Camry Touring 2003 completely manufactured down under in Australia. Leather interior and with a 6 CD-Changer in the boot. Men we need to find women with enough heart to buy us cars when we hit our 50's or sooner even!

The lightning lost 2-1 to the Devils - i don't follow hockey much but i just thought it would be good for my image if i mentioned the score to portray the fact that i do.

And on an endnote - i learnt how to play poker and i have been killing the online games that the internet offers in particular http://www.coffeebreakarcade.com go check it out.

IST peeps it beats candystand.com hands down when it comes to procrastinating during lectures - This is my senior gift to you freshmen and sophomore IST peeps who are yet to get into the major.

Thats about it for now. Keep checking this lil thing and i shall do my best to update in a timely fashion - theres a lil mishism there for ya ;o)

Aiity

Peace Out

ne noo ne noo

Mish

Sunday, March 30th, 2003

Subject:Day 1
Time:10:48 pm.
Admirals log star date whateveritsaysonthetop:

Well isn't this just a fucking ray of sunshine?

Hello Mean Cruel World :o)

The last time i said hello world a dollop of snow landed on my head as i left my building. Can't touch me now bwahahahahaha.

Someone explain the weather outside to me - i refuse to believe its snowing towards the start of april. it just doens't make any sense...why would it do that?

This is my first entry into my new online journal. Nifty little tool methinks. I've spent several moments trying to configure a journal on word or some other software tool but with little success. God bless the internet. Lets see now that i'm here what do i have to say.......hmmm......LISA TURNED 21 YESTERDAY!!!!

Another weekend another project due the next day - i can't wait for this semester to end. Still hoping for my internship to work out. Disgusted with the war, hope everyone back home in kuwait stays safe and out of harms way.

Hey I just got a great deal on a pizza! - $6.99 one large one topping. Pizza Hut is livin up to its name.

The above fact is random i know, but hey its my journal and i'll type whatever the hell i want in it. Nuff Zed!

Now that i'm here i shall attempt to write shtuff in as much as posshible.

In the words of one Mssr. Porky Pig - Thats all folks!
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