One Last Goodbye

Hey yaars,

Had quite the long day today. I went to our community mosque in Maple to pay our last respects to Uncle Naseer. Seeing as it was March Break for young'uns, the mosque was packed, and we had to pray in the lobby of the mosque. Viewed the open casket one last time with my brother, who was obviously distraught. It's only our second ever funeral, and our first was when our father died (at the time I was 19, Zan was 12). The sadness of the day was accentuated by the fact that Uncle Naseer died on the same day as my father, and had his funeral prayers/burial on the same day (March 15 and 17).

It was disheartening seeing so many old familiar faces in the crowd, openly weeping. Somehow despite my sensitive nature I usually find a way to stay stone cold at cemetaries, and today was little exception. We managed to say our last goodbyes, and then proceeded to my own dad's grave to pay visit to the man who moulded the person who writes these very words. After the emotional day, I found myself feeling guilty for not seeing my dad's grave often enough. I was extremely close to him and I almost feel sinful for not thinking enough of my Abu at times. But then logic and religious teachings hold me over. You know, the whole "they're in a better place" schpiel.

Of course stupid me thought I'd be able to make it in time for work at the Rogers Centre by 4ish. I didn't get back home till 4:45 and ran out the door with my dress shirt. Through all the mess I didn't bother to call work to say I'd be later than previously expected, and just might get a right bollocking tomorrow, though I'd like to think I might get a flyer on this one. I still feel bad that I made Scott wait at the windows for so long and have vowed to hook him up with some Pakistani eats, my treat (not that he'd read this blog, but just in case, SORRY once again!). Of course from the daily gossip I've come to find someone resenting my tardiness, despite the fact that my manager has no real issue with it so long as it's withing a 30 minute span (And this person LOVES hearing that line from me :P )

Have a few stories to tell but feel it probably would be best for me to collect them all in my head before unleashing them on y'all. I'll most definitely post soon.

Hilarious quote of the day:

"Yes he has the heart of gold but so does an egg!"
- Former Indian cricketer Navjot Singh Sidhu assessing the brave yet incompetent nature of an Indian cricketer (I'm not sure who, but the quote was too good to pass up!)