life and days of a graduate student
I was at the grocery store and saw this.
That yellow box on the lower right corner caught my eye. Then I saw this written:
DYING TO COME OUT GAY IN IRAQ!
Ever wonder why we got so desensitized to all the bloodshed. The fact that 655,000 Iraqis died for the ongoing war in Iraq doesn’t make anyone bat an eye. And look what makes headline in a yellow box!
Media… never ceases to beat me!
Posted on February 16th, 2007 by Randomly Chosen.
I asked a fellow classmate about how he spent his previous night and whether or not he was able to do what he had promised himself, “study”.
“Nope”… he said, “I was on the computer… and I don’t know what I was doing.”
“Same here”, I said, “I spend hours on youtube, and I don’t know how my nights and days get wasted.”
Come to think of it: even now, I am using a Web 2.0 platform to write this blog post. I used to learn things better 3 years ago. And now, every single hallway has computer kiosk to check our email, blog and what not. We get a break midway through a lecture, and everyone goes to a kiosk, quickly checks their email, facebook, blog or what have you. Three years ago, I could focus on my books and notes, without ever feeling like “I need to check my emails” because partly, I wouldn’t get any emails. And now: (more…)
Posted on August 2nd, 2006 by Randomly Chosen.
Categories: Not So Random.
This is my first post at my school blog. I am not sure what kind of stuff I will be writing here, yet. Definitely, the contents have to be more serious than my other personal blog. We’ll see. just wanted to start off with an anecdote, which led me to title this blog “Randomly Chosen”.
This past summer, I was traveling in Europe and in South Asia. On my way back to the United States from London Heathrow Airport, I was randomply chosen. Oh, it felt special. Actually what really happened is that I was standing in line to go through the security check (where we go through a metal detector and put our hand bags through this scanning machine). I was standing in the line and a security lady came and said, “Honey, your name has been randomly chosen. You would have to through some x-rays. Is there any reason you wouldn’t want to do this?” Okay you get the picture. I politely complied. Once I was through the process, I had the time to re-think and figured that it was not my name that was chosen. the reason behind this claim was that, she did NOT see any of my identity. THe only thing she could possibly see was the jacket of my passport, which just said “United Staes of America.” Nothing else that could show my name. There was no special sign on my boarding pass (like the ones you’d get when traveling). I really should have asked,
“What is my name, ma’am?”
I didn’t, because I really didn’t think that way.
So, with that said, I think I should reveal some infromation about myself. I am Muslim, and I do take this religion seriously, or should I say try to take it seriously. And, because of my head-scarf, it’s easy to spot me as a Muslim.
not so random, I would say, huh?