Hello from Mcleodganj, Dharamsala!

This is a quick marker post before I return to more mundane surroundings.

I'm not scared, I'm terrified..
But why the heck arent i doing anything about it??? Gaaahhh..

Over here, you're either a doctor, or an engineer, or a loser. And since i've dropped biology, and my parents dont want people to think that I'm a loser, I'm supposed to be an engineer. How i hate that, grrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I even talked to my mother about that. You'd be shocked to hear what she said : 'Dont even think about taking up anything else'. Sh!t, my family is SO damn cool.

I've always wanted to work in the UN. Or maybe be a journalist. Or do some literary research.
How on earth is that going to work out??
Does having a B.Tech degree hurt anyone?

And so, here's my plan:
a)learn
b)get a good rank in the CETs
c)be a total kiss-ass
d)since my parents are always happy with me and listen to me for almost 3 months after a great result comes, i'll ask them about this
e)that way : they could boast 'ohh she could go for engineering, but she's so cool she doesnt want to do what the whole world's doing.'

I'm an idiot - how is that going to work?? I should do well in the CETS not bacause I have to convince my parents to let me do something other than engineering, but because otherwise, I'll have to study in the college next door, where my mother (plus all her surveillance camera friends) is a lecturer, and I'll be stuck here my entire life!!!!!!! Oh no no, please, no, dont, let, that, happen God!!!

So, I'm going to stick to LJ only, for now. Orkut is banned for me, by me. I wont ask my mother to lock the computer or get rid of the internet - coz the last time I did (does anyone remember???), she disconnected the internet, and didn't get it back for a YEAR!!
This is not like tenth, this is twelfth. And I canNOT afford to mess this one.

Little Ibrahim is here now. He's always sleeping. The doctor has said to keep him covered all the time (he's supposed to still be inside my sister's body, we were expecting him only by the end of may). He's tinier than normal babies, obviously. He doesnt cry too much. He always stretches. He has a long neck. He has a different face when he opens his eyes. He's a nocturne, he sleeps all day - doesnt even get up to drink milk and then he wakes up at night and ruins everyone else's sleep lol. I dont touch him a lot. My hands have to be clean. Visitors are strictly restricted. I'm bad at baby-talk. So I sing 'Rock-a-Bye-Baby' to him. Omg I know, it is such a scary song, whoever wrote it was evil. I should switch to 'Itsy-Bitsy-Spider', but I forgot the lines. Should google it.

'Ismail' would have been better (Prophet Ismail was Prophet Ibrahim's son). My sister said maybe they'd name their next child that (IF it is a boy, of course). Lol, Ibrahim's just born, and everyone's planning other rhings! My sister's thinking of Ibrahim's siblings, my mother's thinking of Ibrahim's bride (she was telling abt getting a girl named Azma.. was that Prophet Ibrahim's wife?? I'm bad at Islamic history...), my cousin brothers are thinking about teaching him all the swear words, hmmm and what am I thinking about?? I'm waiting to be the world's coolest, craziest, funnest aunt :)

I havent uploaded any pictures yet. Will post them later.
I should go and take a shower, my mother wont let me near Ibrahim otherwise. She always calls him 'Eeb-raheem' haha, it's funny.