wise choices

keeping with the cryptic nature of this blog it should come as no surprise if i just write "i’m in the process of choosing between two fabulous options that will determine the rest of my life". and then just leave it at that!

haha.

these are two geographic regions that both include great law schools but different enticing offers and long term projections. there’s no way to make this easy. i just don’t want to live with any regrets and what ifs... i think i know what the right answer is. i just have to accept it and forget about the rest. except that i’ll miss some people dearly. hope the connections will remain despite the distance.

praying for wisdom in making this choice.

the next scene

so i’ve been working on the next scene and so much of great/little significance has happened that it would really make for awful theatre. in the meanwhile, i’m awaiting some timely divine intervention (literally:)

on a diff note, i have to say that i feel there is a strange atmosphere that has taken over the city over the last couple of weeks. i’ve personally witnessed a couple of heated confrontations over little things that may well have developed into brawls (except i didn’t wait around to find out). i can’t help but feel that i’m in the midst of something that is so much bigger than me. the tidal wave is still building up and it’s going to come crashing down on a very unassuming population. if i live to tell the tale, it might be with a misty look in my eyes about a city, in all its confused/complex-glory, where i spent a very interesting year of my life.

oscar continued

another scene was added to the play in the form of an entertaining dinner. new characters were introduced which reminded the protagonist of what it was that she really wanted out of life.

setting: top-notch-restaurant in her favorite part of town, semi-packed with beautiful people on a weekday night.

she enters with her father in tow. as usual, they’ve been invited to dinner by another rich client-now-friend who loves dining at the same upscale restaurant cos it’s the closest to his house. walking towards the table filled with familiar faces, she soon sees two new, young, eager faces. ha. she’s been set up. ignoring the new faces, she greets, plants kisses and totally avoids making any kind of eye contact with the new faces. she makes chit chat with the missus knowing full well that everything she does now is under close surveillance. she doesn’t even dare glance over and check out the new faces (that reveals another of her traits: deep down she’s as shy as… well, she’s really shy).

the dinner continues. fine food and interesting conversation. she knows all the movie references. she knows all the legal points. but all the while, she is aware. of the missus monitoring her. pointed questions. she enjoys the foods. her father spices up the conversation with his stories. she listens as one of the fresh faces goes on about england and his upbringing there. she doesn’t even bother to bring up her life there. that would be too لوس.

dinner over. the glow of satisfaction hangs over their table. protected by her dad’s presence, she can’t escape the comments regarding how little she ate (although she ate the same as everyone else). that must be a classic persian thing. then after tea, there is the usual fear of the door and back-and-forth regarding who should leave first. but finally, face to face, she catches his glance and [with a smile] looks away.

it’s funny how she’s changed over the last decade. calm and in control, but still not strong enough to dare say what she wants.

exit stage. end of scene.

side note: i’m always amazed by the kind of shit people pull off, like informing me they bought a major movie for distribution in iran. i thought that was fab. and it helped that it’s a movie/documentary that i’m quite fond of.

my worst nightmare

awful.

my very own oscar wilde

i’m in the process of writing a play. i’ve managed to get through the first two acts, and the characters are slowly beginning to take shape. since it’s somewhat loosely based on reality, i’m not sure where the following acts will take me, but i remain inspired by a quote i came across yesterday: the best way to predict the future is to create it. so that leaves me wondering whether i should finish writing this play on an accelerated schedule as a way of creating my own future... that would be uber-cool. hmm, i could certainly add some flavor to the characters interactions. a little drama with a sprinkling of comedy. that’s how i imagine my life. it keeps things really interesting:)