No, she ain't no cheat,
Don't call her an infidel,
For love is not planned.
All she ever wanted was warmth,
That smile on your face when you greeted her,
How she would've forgotten all the stress,
By just a few comforting words.
She ain't no infidel,
All she wanted was love.
So who do you blame this time?
Her insincerity or your negligence?
Don't call her an infidel,
Because you had what she wanted,
A few ounces of love,
A box full of warmth.
Where is she meant to go now?
Left with no option but take salvage in silhouettes,
So when you see her lips curling on someone else's thoughts.
Don't call her an infidel.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Thursday, April 7, 2011
She was born in black and white.
Chipping off her red nail paint,
Thinking about her beauty;
As vulnerable as her,
Breakable, fragile and trivial.
She knew she was born in black and white,
The hue of this world was not for her.
She wanted to be one of them,
Yearning for the sense of belongingness.
Caught by the tide of destiny,
Encircled with dreams.
Dreams of breaking free,
Dreams of being free.
Wanted to come to terms with herself,
She was blinded by the light around her.
Sharp, vivid, blinding.
Deafening, alluring, allusive.
Now she cries in that little room,
Yelling out that she was born in black and white.
The hue of the world stole her element,
She realised she never belonged.
But tell her if she knows not,
Her beauty was vulnerable.
Thinking about her beauty;
As vulnerable as her,
Breakable, fragile and trivial.
She knew she was born in black and white,
The hue of this world was not for her.
She wanted to be one of them,
Yearning for the sense of belongingness.
Caught by the tide of destiny,
Encircled with dreams.
Dreams of breaking free,
Dreams of being free.
Wanted to come to terms with herself,
She was blinded by the light around her.
Sharp, vivid, blinding.
Deafening, alluring, allusive.
Now she cries in that little room,
Yelling out that she was born in black and white.
The hue of the world stole her element,
She realised she never belonged.
But tell her if she knows not,
Her beauty was vulnerable.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Our demeaning little circle.
Hey,
There comes a time in your life when you have too much on your plate that you are just not able to decide where to head next. People say, the best decisions are those which are made at the spur of the moment. Wrong. At least, that has never been the case with me. Whenever I take decisions in haste, they always end up as a catastrophe. Don't blame my foresight for this, but this is the case with most of the people I believe.
Since I am jobless these days and currently spending my days within the four walls of my room, I get to think a lot. Well obviously, since I have nothing else to do, it's always better to contemplate. Now now, don't start thinking highly of me or start imagining me meditating, I just keep thinking about random stuff. Of how things and people hurt me in the past and why they did it. Even though, we don't want the same things in life, but the memories of past keep haunting us.
Although, being spiteful over the past is momentary but it does affect your future decisions too. We make this lens, through which we keep seeing and judging people. Let's not go too far and take an example of my own family. My family is a broadminded one and thinks much like any other Pakistani. They think, jumping on the bandwagon and following what the world is doing makes one liberal. I beg to differ. I believe liberalism is the embodiment of the idea of 'live and let live'. It doesn't necessarily mean you follow the pop culture or not.
Formerly, I used to think the same, to be honest. I used to label people. 'Abaya wali', 'daarhi wala' were one of the key labels. Why, as in why we keep judging people over their attire? We keep following the West, but always forget the culture there. Nobody bothers anyone else at all. Everyone takes care of their own business. Sadly, like the inception of Pakistan, Pakistanis are also a confused nation (patriots and nationalists please pardon me, I don't intend to say anything bad about Pakistan).
Why I said such a thing is because Pakistan was incepted solely on the idea of an independent state where Muslims can practice Islam freely, without anyone infringing. If that's the case, the half-naked lot of Pakistan should be lamented whereas people who follow Islam should be encouraged. Which is NOT the case at all. We discourage people who are staunch Muslims, we think they are good for nothing pea-heads and excuse me when I say, 'we are scared of them'. We think they are going to blow themselves up or maybe going to take you as hostage. So why are we on the rebound? Aren't we just too confused?
The other day me and my mother went into an argument over marrying a person who keeps a beard. My point of argument was very simple and to the point. Don't judge people with how they look, period. But my mother kept telling me that such people are extremists, they are this they are that, yadda yadda yadda. And my confrontation was only restricted to the point that not everyone's the same. Even people who call themselves as liberals are at times just liberal to themselves, they don't treat their wives that way.
At times, I become completely exasperated. Why can we just not let people do whatever they want to? I have seriously seen great people who are not religious at all and then I have also seen some staunch Muslims who are not good human beings at all. So why not we keep the prejudices aside and see in people more than what just meets the eye. Why can we just not live and let live?
There comes a time in your life when you have too much on your plate that you are just not able to decide where to head next. People say, the best decisions are those which are made at the spur of the moment. Wrong. At least, that has never been the case with me. Whenever I take decisions in haste, they always end up as a catastrophe. Don't blame my foresight for this, but this is the case with most of the people I believe.
Since I am jobless these days and currently spending my days within the four walls of my room, I get to think a lot. Well obviously, since I have nothing else to do, it's always better to contemplate. Now now, don't start thinking highly of me or start imagining me meditating, I just keep thinking about random stuff. Of how things and people hurt me in the past and why they did it. Even though, we don't want the same things in life, but the memories of past keep haunting us.
Although, being spiteful over the past is momentary but it does affect your future decisions too. We make this lens, through which we keep seeing and judging people. Let's not go too far and take an example of my own family. My family is a broadminded one and thinks much like any other Pakistani. They think, jumping on the bandwagon and following what the world is doing makes one liberal. I beg to differ. I believe liberalism is the embodiment of the idea of 'live and let live'. It doesn't necessarily mean you follow the pop culture or not.
Formerly, I used to think the same, to be honest. I used to label people. 'Abaya wali', 'daarhi wala' were one of the key labels. Why, as in why we keep judging people over their attire? We keep following the West, but always forget the culture there. Nobody bothers anyone else at all. Everyone takes care of their own business. Sadly, like the inception of Pakistan, Pakistanis are also a confused nation (patriots and nationalists please pardon me, I don't intend to say anything bad about Pakistan).
Why I said such a thing is because Pakistan was incepted solely on the idea of an independent state where Muslims can practice Islam freely, without anyone infringing. If that's the case, the half-naked lot of Pakistan should be lamented whereas people who follow Islam should be encouraged. Which is NOT the case at all. We discourage people who are staunch Muslims, we think they are good for nothing pea-heads and excuse me when I say, 'we are scared of them'. We think they are going to blow themselves up or maybe going to take you as hostage. So why are we on the rebound? Aren't we just too confused?
The other day me and my mother went into an argument over marrying a person who keeps a beard. My point of argument was very simple and to the point. Don't judge people with how they look, period. But my mother kept telling me that such people are extremists, they are this they are that, yadda yadda yadda. And my confrontation was only restricted to the point that not everyone's the same. Even people who call themselves as liberals are at times just liberal to themselves, they don't treat their wives that way.
At times, I become completely exasperated. Why can we just not let people do whatever they want to? I have seriously seen great people who are not religious at all and then I have also seen some staunch Muslims who are not good human beings at all. So why not we keep the prejudices aside and see in people more than what just meets the eye. Why can we just not live and let live?
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
They used to say, dune bashing is not for me.
Hello people!
Day before yesterday I went to Desert safari with my sister and her husband. I forced them to go and chose desert safari instead of sea cruise. The reason? Well sea is so boring, specially when you're in the middle of it, on a boat and you just look forward to dinner! I mean it's perfectly romantic, but I couldn't be romantic in my sister and her husband's company, lol. So I chose adventure. And my choice paid off.
Initially, my sister was scaring me of how dreadful is the experience of dune bashing. How I will throw up time and again when the land cruiser goes up and down on the dunes. They even handed me some polythene bags so I don't end up with an embarrassing mess in the car! But to their shock and my amuse, I didn't vomit at all! Instead, I was having a lot of fun. I loved how dunes sent tickles through my gut, just the feeling that you get when you're on a ferris wheel or similar rides. It was amazing. And breathtaking too. I would gasp whenever the land cruiser would come to a steep position, scared to trip over. But the driver was trained and a professional. He would go zip-zap-zoom into the sand. Driving the car smoothly over the dunes, like a swan in a lake. Flawless.
So I'd like to tell all those people who think I am boring and not up for adventurous stuff -- lay off! :D
Day before yesterday I went to Desert safari with my sister and her husband. I forced them to go and chose desert safari instead of sea cruise. The reason? Well sea is so boring, specially when you're in the middle of it, on a boat and you just look forward to dinner! I mean it's perfectly romantic, but I couldn't be romantic in my sister and her husband's company, lol. So I chose adventure. And my choice paid off.
Initially, my sister was scaring me of how dreadful is the experience of dune bashing. How I will throw up time and again when the land cruiser goes up and down on the dunes. They even handed me some polythene bags so I don't end up with an embarrassing mess in the car! But to their shock and my amuse, I didn't vomit at all! Instead, I was having a lot of fun. I loved how dunes sent tickles through my gut, just the feeling that you get when you're on a ferris wheel or similar rides. It was amazing. And breathtaking too. I would gasp whenever the land cruiser would come to a steep position, scared to trip over. But the driver was trained and a professional. He would go zip-zap-zoom into the sand. Driving the car smoothly over the dunes, like a swan in a lake. Flawless.
So I'd like to tell all those people who think I am boring and not up for adventurous stuff -- lay off! :D
Friday, February 18, 2011
Coming back to life.
Having spent quite sometime in my cocoon, I finally decided to break the slumber and come up with a blog post. Thanks to Ahsan, who repeatedly reminded me of my unproductive attitude. This blog post is mainly going to be about what I am up to these days ...
Alright, so let's start with Natasha's newborn baby, Rayyan Shaikh. Officially the cutest carbon copy of Ahsan bhai(not the Ahsan I mentioned earlier, it's Natasha's husband this time). Anyway, I mostly spend my time these days playing with him and taking care of him. He does silly things which make me laugh my heart out. He would gaze at the roof and keep gazing until his eyes would not allow him to do so! Then when he's hungry, he wants his feed immediately. The funny part is, he doesn't even know how to cry. You know there are babies who are planning to rapture your eardrum every now and then. But this little guy doesn't even know how to properly cry. How cute.
And when you give him the bottle, he would spend the first few seconds, working up his head in order to fish the bottle. And then when he finally has it, he's so desperate to drink it. He wants to finish the milk in one go, literally. But then you have to pull out the bottle to burp him and mostly he'd regurgitate the milk on your shoulder or your back. That's cute too, at times only.
I am in UAE these days, racing from Sharjah to Dubai and Dubai to Sharjah to the residence of two of my sisters respectively. Both my sisters are darling, I must mention here. They take really good care of me. But at times, I get homesick. Then I goto the balcony and stand there for sometime. Still. Grasping the way of life here. People leading there lives as some marathon. Rushing to get something. I don't know what? So busy in their own worlds that they do not really bother what's happening around them. Totally apathetic. Not batting their eyelids. Going straight, like models on the ramp, indifferent to the crowd. I sometimes wonder if I'd be able to find my niche here. If I'd be able to materialize my dream of working here into a reality or not. Would I be able to match to their thresholds?
I guess I wouldn't mind though. Because Karachi -- where I come from, is quite a busy city too. With a lot of hullabaloo going on all the time. But life in Karachi varies. It's like, you can find your own place where you can get time to kneel down, relax, take a deep breath and further go on with your daily routine. Here, I guess, life doesn't give a chance to relax (to those who are working). Life is demanding here.
But there are good things too, like the Mamzar beach and the 'zafrani' tea or the mint chocolate chips ice cream at Baskin Robbins or a walk at Qasbah.
I have been planning to buy a good camera since so many days. A proper DSLR, to mention. I want to capture all these moments in my lens. Life at its best, frozen. You can roll them time and again, without worrying about the uncertainties of life. Who knows what happened to the person later when the picture was taken? The moment itself is lived and stored in the lens. Immortal. It's fun taking pictures.
Anyway, I hope I'd be able to blog regularly after this one. Hopefully everyday! (InshAllah)
Alright, so let's start with Natasha's newborn baby, Rayyan Shaikh. Officially the cutest carbon copy of Ahsan bhai(not the Ahsan I mentioned earlier, it's Natasha's husband this time). Anyway, I mostly spend my time these days playing with him and taking care of him. He does silly things which make me laugh my heart out. He would gaze at the roof and keep gazing until his eyes would not allow him to do so! Then when he's hungry, he wants his feed immediately. The funny part is, he doesn't even know how to cry. You know there are babies who are planning to rapture your eardrum every now and then. But this little guy doesn't even know how to properly cry. How cute.
And when you give him the bottle, he would spend the first few seconds, working up his head in order to fish the bottle. And then when he finally has it, he's so desperate to drink it. He wants to finish the milk in one go, literally. But then you have to pull out the bottle to burp him and mostly he'd regurgitate the milk on your shoulder or your back. That's cute too, at times only.
I am in UAE these days, racing from Sharjah to Dubai and Dubai to Sharjah to the residence of two of my sisters respectively. Both my sisters are darling, I must mention here. They take really good care of me. But at times, I get homesick. Then I goto the balcony and stand there for sometime. Still. Grasping the way of life here. People leading there lives as some marathon. Rushing to get something. I don't know what? So busy in their own worlds that they do not really bother what's happening around them. Totally apathetic. Not batting their eyelids. Going straight, like models on the ramp, indifferent to the crowd. I sometimes wonder if I'd be able to find my niche here. If I'd be able to materialize my dream of working here into a reality or not. Would I be able to match to their thresholds?
I guess I wouldn't mind though. Because Karachi -- where I come from, is quite a busy city too. With a lot of hullabaloo going on all the time. But life in Karachi varies. It's like, you can find your own place where you can get time to kneel down, relax, take a deep breath and further go on with your daily routine. Here, I guess, life doesn't give a chance to relax (to those who are working). Life is demanding here.
But there are good things too, like the Mamzar beach and the 'zafrani' tea or the mint chocolate chips ice cream at Baskin Robbins or a walk at Qasbah.
I have been planning to buy a good camera since so many days. A proper DSLR, to mention. I want to capture all these moments in my lens. Life at its best, frozen. You can roll them time and again, without worrying about the uncertainties of life. Who knows what happened to the person later when the picture was taken? The moment itself is lived and stored in the lens. Immortal. It's fun taking pictures.
Anyway, I hope I'd be able to blog regularly after this one. Hopefully everyday! (InshAllah)
Friday, January 7, 2011
What tickles my head.
Hey everyone,
Every now and then, life plays games. Perhaps its God's way of telling you to wake up and smell the coffee. Life keeps you on your toes. It's good in a way actually. Rather than being an unproductive person, lying/sleeping at home all day long, it's better to be tangled in things.
I, on the other hand, am very unproductive these days. I have my viva tomorrow which marks the end of my academics, and I am not working anywhere at the moment. So it doesn't gratify me to sleep all day long, wake up at odd timings, have breakfast when everyone else is done and lag for the remaining day. It's so sad actually.
It sort of instills the feeling of depression in me. Although I don't want to be depressed at all, definitely. A few days back, I wrote a blog entitled 'life hurts'. I am still in the feel of it. Although the incident has happened, everything is said and done, I still feel I should have gone an extra mile to prove what I am. I dislike myself for this actually. I take decisions and later on I regret. In this case, not that I could even do something, but I am still lost. Had I had a motivational cue, I would have surely discussed the matters with him. But I couldn't quite get a chance. Hhhh. Too much vagueness for now.
I have this other thing that is bothering me for long. I have always wanted to live a life of my own. To live free as a bird, to be on my own. Not really isolated and alone, but independent. Such a life has always inspired me. Ever since I was young, I wanted to complete my studies living in some dorm. Sometimes, I want to break free. I wish I could roam around freely.
Anyway, now I have a plan in my mind, I want to achieve this goal. I want to live and work independently before I end up getting married. I wish I could do that actually. I want to work for a good newspaper. Prove my worth as a journo and live and love my life.
There are just too many things that are tickling my mind at the moment. I just want them to fall at the right place and be beneficial for me.
Every now and then, life plays games. Perhaps its God's way of telling you to wake up and smell the coffee. Life keeps you on your toes. It's good in a way actually. Rather than being an unproductive person, lying/sleeping at home all day long, it's better to be tangled in things.
I, on the other hand, am very unproductive these days. I have my viva tomorrow which marks the end of my academics, and I am not working anywhere at the moment. So it doesn't gratify me to sleep all day long, wake up at odd timings, have breakfast when everyone else is done and lag for the remaining day. It's so sad actually.
It sort of instills the feeling of depression in me. Although I don't want to be depressed at all, definitely. A few days back, I wrote a blog entitled 'life hurts'. I am still in the feel of it. Although the incident has happened, everything is said and done, I still feel I should have gone an extra mile to prove what I am. I dislike myself for this actually. I take decisions and later on I regret. In this case, not that I could even do something, but I am still lost. Had I had a motivational cue, I would have surely discussed the matters with him. But I couldn't quite get a chance. Hhhh. Too much vagueness for now.
I have this other thing that is bothering me for long. I have always wanted to live a life of my own. To live free as a bird, to be on my own. Not really isolated and alone, but independent. Such a life has always inspired me. Ever since I was young, I wanted to complete my studies living in some dorm. Sometimes, I want to break free. I wish I could roam around freely.
Anyway, now I have a plan in my mind, I want to achieve this goal. I want to live and work independently before I end up getting married. I wish I could do that actually. I want to work for a good newspaper. Prove my worth as a journo and live and love my life.
There are just too many things that are tickling my mind at the moment. I just want them to fall at the right place and be beneficial for me.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
I am famous!
Hey minions :p,
Today, in an attempt to find my blog, my sister typed in the keywords 'Sidrah Moiz Khan' and she told me wow Sidrah you're so famous :p. It means, technically, if people Google my name, they will exactly get me. Another 'feel good' element haha.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Finding the 'feel good' element.
Hello everyone,
Life is all about finding that one element which makes it beautiful. Life has different flavours to it -- sweetness, sourness, spice, bitterness -- you either get them in combinations or maybe sometimes you get to savour only one of it. But life is all about living up to the mark and enduring whatever comes in your way. Life is about living. Not giving up.
There are high and low tides. There are times when you feel like you're the king of the world, then there are times you feel you ain't got nothing. Your hands are empty and in front of you, lies a long, never-ending life. When you're happy, life becomes easy to live. but when you're not, it becomes really tough. Feels like it's stuck in your throat and you can't sink it in.
In times like these, it's very important to find the 'feel good' element in your life. Finding the feel good element is similar to finding pearls in shells. You have to explore. At times, you will get disappointment, but with passage of time, you do have enough experience to open only those shells which are sure to give you pearls.
Life is about small things as I always say. It's not about making big achievements. Cuz the end of the day, it's about mundane values. It doesn't matter if you're a CEO or a chairperson of an organization, you want to come back to peace and solitude. Not files and meetings. With all the insane things you do throughout the day, in the end, you want relaxation and relieve, and that can only be found in things that are not superficial. Things that can make you smile, that can ease the crease on your forehead, that can make you take a deep breath of relieve.
So how do you really find the 'feel good' element in your life? Well, it's not a set formula. It's different for everyone. It can vary. For me, it can be a scoop of mint ice-cream in winters, a cup of coffee in my lawn or maybe a pack of jellies. Or maybe the way I like to match my nose studs with the clothes I wear. Or maybe the locked-room self-modelling that I do. I like to click myself and laugh at the stupid poses I make later on. It can even be cleaning your room, talking with your parents, spending time with friends.
No matter how busy you are, take some time out for yourself. Spend some time with yourself. Show yourself some worth. Pamper yourself. Fix yourself a pedicure or a manicure. Take a long bath. Sleep for some more time when you feel like. Take naps. Wear good clothes even at home. And above all, eat carbs without thinking some time. :)
Life's good, only if you want it to be. Try to find those elements that make you happy and do them when you're caught in a low tide. Rise to a happy life.
Life is all about finding that one element which makes it beautiful. Life has different flavours to it -- sweetness, sourness, spice, bitterness -- you either get them in combinations or maybe sometimes you get to savour only one of it. But life is all about living up to the mark and enduring whatever comes in your way. Life is about living. Not giving up.
There are high and low tides. There are times when you feel like you're the king of the world, then there are times you feel you ain't got nothing. Your hands are empty and in front of you, lies a long, never-ending life. When you're happy, life becomes easy to live. but when you're not, it becomes really tough. Feels like it's stuck in your throat and you can't sink it in.
In times like these, it's very important to find the 'feel good' element in your life. Finding the feel good element is similar to finding pearls in shells. You have to explore. At times, you will get disappointment, but with passage of time, you do have enough experience to open only those shells which are sure to give you pearls.
Life is about small things as I always say. It's not about making big achievements. Cuz the end of the day, it's about mundane values. It doesn't matter if you're a CEO or a chairperson of an organization, you want to come back to peace and solitude. Not files and meetings. With all the insane things you do throughout the day, in the end, you want relaxation and relieve, and that can only be found in things that are not superficial. Things that can make you smile, that can ease the crease on your forehead, that can make you take a deep breath of relieve.
So how do you really find the 'feel good' element in your life? Well, it's not a set formula. It's different for everyone. It can vary. For me, it can be a scoop of mint ice-cream in winters, a cup of coffee in my lawn or maybe a pack of jellies. Or maybe the way I like to match my nose studs with the clothes I wear. Or maybe the locked-room self-modelling that I do. I like to click myself and laugh at the stupid poses I make later on. It can even be cleaning your room, talking with your parents, spending time with friends.
No matter how busy you are, take some time out for yourself. Spend some time with yourself. Show yourself some worth. Pamper yourself. Fix yourself a pedicure or a manicure. Take a long bath. Sleep for some more time when you feel like. Take naps. Wear good clothes even at home. And above all, eat carbs without thinking some time. :)
Life's good, only if you want it to be. Try to find those elements that make you happy and do them when you're caught in a low tide. Rise to a happy life.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Winters, badminton and numb fingers.
OmG,
Winters are here and one thing that comes to your mind in winters after coffee/soup is badminton. Two days back, me and my friend Madiha went to buy racquets and shuttlecock. After literally fighting with the salesman, we got a discount of Rs. 50 and the pair of racquets cost us Rs. 200 that is a hundred buck for each racquet. Since we fought for concession on racquets, we fought for shuttlecock too :p. We got a Rs. 5 off, which made it Rs. 20 each.
Anyhow. Today, I got free with my exams. Well technically yes, and non technically no. Yes because all the 'tough' exams are over and now only a viva is left. The viva is going to be easy peasy. Or so we expect. The viva course is magazine production, so God knows what our course instructor will ask us! I hope I do good though because I don't have much good terms with the course instructor anymore. May God help me. Yes.
Anyway, our exam finished at 6 pm and we stayed in university till 8 pm. Because we wanted to have loads of fun. Me, Sarah, Samreen and Sumbul went to have food and then later on we went to our favourite spot -- football ground -- and spent our time there. Laughing, chatting, reminiscing.
As I came back home, I got a message from Madiha asking if we have plans to goto board office or not. I confirmed the plan and left to her place to pick her up. To our dismay, but as usual, a political person died in the city which caused upheaval and unrest. Madiha and I landed to my home, had some chit-chat and went into the lawn for the badminton session. We used a water pipe to make a line in between so we both would know who is on which side.
Initially, I was so cold that I couldn't type messages on my phone. I finally decided to quit the idea because my fingers were totally numb. So I thought concentrating on the game would be a better option.
Since we hadn't played for quite a lot of time our arm muscles went crazy. And in half an hour both of us had our muscles pulled. But as they say, nothing can stop sports(wo :p)manship. Not even pulled biceps, lol. We continued to play like crazy. More than seven times, our shuttlecock went outside the house and we had to find it in dark. After our zealous display of affection towards the game, we were joined by my brother Ali and his friend Ahsan. Both of them gave us that 'puppy dog look'. You know, when you want something, you act all innocent so the other person gets emotional and give it to you :p.
So it happened to us. We handed over the racquets to them. But lo and behold! Destruction started to pave its way in our game! Since they are tall and obvious strong (all boys are, comparatively to girls), they spoiled the whole thing. They served the shuttle so back that it started to lose its feathers. Well naturally, what else do you expect from a Rs. 25 shuttle, but I guess me and my friend were gentle enough. Soon enough, Ahsan's racquet got tangled with the electricity wire coming from the main pole outside, and as he pulled the racquet, the wire bended and literally hung over his head! I was so cross, but I cursed him in my heart.
It was all going fine when suddenly, he served with so much energy that the shuttlecock went outside. Never to be found. God knows where it went. We are still praying you do too, please :p. After sometime, I asked Ali to take a break so that I can play with Ahsan. And suddenly, I saw what can make anyone's hair stand on the arm. I saw the racquet detaching from its base and coming towards me. I didn't get enough time to react in my defense and the racquet hit me on my arm. Thank God, I was wearing a cardigan, which acted as my line of defense :p.
I was sooooo cross this time. Seriously. But I continued to play. Yes, the sports(wo)manship. Lol. We started around 12 am and ended up at 3:20 am. Gosh. We played like mad. Actually it was me who did. I played with everyone. Madiha, Ahsan and Ali. And finally, with one shuttlecock lost, the other one wrecked and one racquet broken, we finally decided to end the game.
But it was so much fun. So much, really. I loved it. I always love playing badminton. It's my sport. Makes me happy. And tomorrow, we begin again! Yes sirrrr!
Winters are here and one thing that comes to your mind in winters after coffee/soup is badminton. Two days back, me and my friend Madiha went to buy racquets and shuttlecock. After literally fighting with the salesman, we got a discount of Rs. 50 and the pair of racquets cost us Rs. 200 that is a hundred buck for each racquet. Since we fought for concession on racquets, we fought for shuttlecock too :p. We got a Rs. 5 off, which made it Rs. 20 each.
Anyhow. Today, I got free with my exams. Well technically yes, and non technically no. Yes because all the 'tough' exams are over and now only a viva is left. The viva is going to be easy peasy. Or so we expect. The viva course is magazine production, so God knows what our course instructor will ask us! I hope I do good though because I don't have much good terms with the course instructor anymore. May God help me. Yes.
Anyway, our exam finished at 6 pm and we stayed in university till 8 pm. Because we wanted to have loads of fun. Me, Sarah, Samreen and Sumbul went to have food and then later on we went to our favourite spot -- football ground -- and spent our time there. Laughing, chatting, reminiscing.
As I came back home, I got a message from Madiha asking if we have plans to goto board office or not. I confirmed the plan and left to her place to pick her up. To our dismay, but as usual, a political person died in the city which caused upheaval and unrest. Madiha and I landed to my home, had some chit-chat and went into the lawn for the badminton session. We used a water pipe to make a line in between so we both would know who is on which side.
Initially, I was so cold that I couldn't type messages on my phone. I finally decided to quit the idea because my fingers were totally numb. So I thought concentrating on the game would be a better option.
Since we hadn't played for quite a lot of time our arm muscles went crazy. And in half an hour both of us had our muscles pulled. But as they say, nothing can stop sports(wo :p)manship. Not even pulled biceps, lol. We continued to play like crazy. More than seven times, our shuttlecock went outside the house and we had to find it in dark. After our zealous display of affection towards the game, we were joined by my brother Ali and his friend Ahsan. Both of them gave us that 'puppy dog look'. You know, when you want something, you act all innocent so the other person gets emotional and give it to you :p.
So it happened to us. We handed over the racquets to them. But lo and behold! Destruction started to pave its way in our game! Since they are tall and obvious strong (all boys are, comparatively to girls), they spoiled the whole thing. They served the shuttle so back that it started to lose its feathers. Well naturally, what else do you expect from a Rs. 25 shuttle, but I guess me and my friend were gentle enough. Soon enough, Ahsan's racquet got tangled with the electricity wire coming from the main pole outside, and as he pulled the racquet, the wire bended and literally hung over his head! I was so cross, but I cursed him in my heart.
It was all going fine when suddenly, he served with so much energy that the shuttlecock went outside. Never to be found. God knows where it went. We are still praying you do too, please :p. After sometime, I asked Ali to take a break so that I can play with Ahsan. And suddenly, I saw what can make anyone's hair stand on the arm. I saw the racquet detaching from its base and coming towards me. I didn't get enough time to react in my defense and the racquet hit me on my arm. Thank God, I was wearing a cardigan, which acted as my line of defense :p.
I was sooooo cross this time. Seriously. But I continued to play. Yes, the sports(wo)manship. Lol. We started around 12 am and ended up at 3:20 am. Gosh. We played like mad. Actually it was me who did. I played with everyone. Madiha, Ahsan and Ali. And finally, with one shuttlecock lost, the other one wrecked and one racquet broken, we finally decided to end the game.
But it was so much fun. So much, really. I loved it. I always love playing badminton. It's my sport. Makes me happy. And tomorrow, we begin again! Yes sirrrr!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Charlie St. Cloud.
Morning world,
These days I am spending my time by staying up all night long and wait for Fajr. Cuz if I sleep, I won't be able to get up early. So to kill my sleep, I usually watch movies. I usually do comedy, but yesterday, I just felt like watching this movie mentioned on Eddie bhai's blog. And man, whichever movie he recommends, turns out to be a classic. Really. I mean all the movies he tells me don't have to be box office classics, there can be personal classics too. You know what I am saying? I guess you are.
Anyway, this movie was magic, really. I was blown away. First and foremost, the reason which kept me watching the movie till the credits, was Charlie St. Cloud himself. Man he's cute. I am not into blue eyes, but woooo. He looked awesome. Anyway. The movie is about a sailor boy, Charlie, who is great at sailing and all. Personally, I don't like the concept cuz I am prone to sea sickness. I went on this cruise once which nearly made me throw up.
I didn't though.
The guy is awesome when it comes to sailing and gets a sailing scholarship from Stanford (I never knew they do sailing too). He makes a deal with his little brother, Sam St. Cloud, that he'll coach and help him with baseball. I though wondered how many skills he has :p. Anyway.
They go out on a drive when their car is hit by a truck and Sam dies in that accident, whereas Charlie, who almost died, gets a second chance to live. And that was where the story revolved around. There was a purpose why he was still alive. The paramedic who saved him was a follower of St. Jude.
Charlie starts living his life as a caretaker in the same graveyard where Sam was buried. There was a forest behind the graveyard, so every evening, Charlie would hear the canon fire and would run into the woods to meet his dead brother and practice baseball with him. This goes on for five years. Everyone thinks St. Cloud has lost it, but actually, he was driven away by emotions. Of keeping the promise and keeping up the deal with his dead brother. Charlie starts seeing the dead. Well not all of them, but some.
One day, he runs into a girl from his high school -- Tess. Tess was always inspired by Charlie. She envied him. So she saw him in the graveyard when she came to tell him off to keep his father's grave surrounded with flowers. Later on, she sees him at this bar just before she was leaving to sail around the world. She sails into the storm and her ship did not return for three days.
Meanwhile, back at the graveyard, Charlie interacted with her. Cuz obviously he can with people who are dead or are hanging by a thread in front of death, lol. They have dinner, they make out and stuff. Everything goes well. Just when he hears the canon fire and runs to see Sam. Sam was crying, cuz Charlie was late. He told him how lonely he felt when he realised that Charlie is not going to come. Charlie assured him that he'd around and just when he says that, Sam says, "then why'd you bring her with you?" Charlie turns around and finds Tess standing behind him. She asks him to come with her but he refuses and pulls his hand from hers.
Later that evening, Charlie hears a knock at his shed's door. The wife of that paramedic had come to meet Charlie. She hands him a locket with St. Jude engraved on it and she tells him that her dying husband told her to hand it to Charlie and that, that locket will give him the purpose.
And just when he was gazing at the locket, he sees a piece of paper with 'come find me' written on it. Just then he realises that Tess is alive. She's not dead. And he goes off to find her in the Pacific. As the evening breaks, the canon fires yet again and Sam waits for his brother to show up, but obviously he doesn't. Sam leaves for good and becomes a shooting star later on to guide Charlie :p. And lo, he finds her. Hugs her, resuscitates her and brings her back to life. He wakes up in a hospital. After recovering, he sails to Tess's house. He tells her that he's going to sail around the world and that if she would come along.
She refuses and tells him that she fears him. She gets these dreams. These visions of him and her together. Just when she was trying to put her feelings to words, he says a few lines from there 'paranormal' interaction. "Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backwards."
She turns around and he asks, "it's about taking chances. Take a chance Tess". He extends his hand towards her, she grabs it. And after some days (I dunno how long, camera went into fade-in and fade-out :p), they goto sail around the world happily. And that was the end.
Why are you reading further? I said that was THE END!
These days I am spending my time by staying up all night long and wait for Fajr. Cuz if I sleep, I won't be able to get up early. So to kill my sleep, I usually watch movies. I usually do comedy, but yesterday, I just felt like watching this movie mentioned on Eddie bhai's blog. And man, whichever movie he recommends, turns out to be a classic. Really. I mean all the movies he tells me don't have to be box office classics, there can be personal classics too. You know what I am saying? I guess you are.
Anyway, this movie was magic, really. I was blown away. First and foremost, the reason which kept me watching the movie till the credits, was Charlie St. Cloud himself. Man he's cute. I am not into blue eyes, but woooo. He looked awesome. Anyway. The movie is about a sailor boy, Charlie, who is great at sailing and all. Personally, I don't like the concept cuz I am prone to sea sickness. I went on this cruise once which nearly made me throw up.
I didn't though.
The guy is awesome when it comes to sailing and gets a sailing scholarship from Stanford (I never knew they do sailing too). He makes a deal with his little brother, Sam St. Cloud, that he'll coach and help him with baseball. I though wondered how many skills he has :p. Anyway.
They go out on a drive when their car is hit by a truck and Sam dies in that accident, whereas Charlie, who almost died, gets a second chance to live. And that was where the story revolved around. There was a purpose why he was still alive. The paramedic who saved him was a follower of St. Jude.
Charlie starts living his life as a caretaker in the same graveyard where Sam was buried. There was a forest behind the graveyard, so every evening, Charlie would hear the canon fire and would run into the woods to meet his dead brother and practice baseball with him. This goes on for five years. Everyone thinks St. Cloud has lost it, but actually, he was driven away by emotions. Of keeping the promise and keeping up the deal with his dead brother. Charlie starts seeing the dead. Well not all of them, but some.
One day, he runs into a girl from his high school -- Tess. Tess was always inspired by Charlie. She envied him. So she saw him in the graveyard when she came to tell him off to keep his father's grave surrounded with flowers. Later on, she sees him at this bar just before she was leaving to sail around the world. She sails into the storm and her ship did not return for three days.
Meanwhile, back at the graveyard, Charlie interacted with her. Cuz obviously he can with people who are dead or are hanging by a thread in front of death, lol. They have dinner, they make out and stuff. Everything goes well. Just when he hears the canon fire and runs to see Sam. Sam was crying, cuz Charlie was late. He told him how lonely he felt when he realised that Charlie is not going to come. Charlie assured him that he'd around and just when he says that, Sam says, "then why'd you bring her with you?" Charlie turns around and finds Tess standing behind him. She asks him to come with her but he refuses and pulls his hand from hers.
Later that evening, Charlie hears a knock at his shed's door. The wife of that paramedic had come to meet Charlie. She hands him a locket with St. Jude engraved on it and she tells him that her dying husband told her to hand it to Charlie and that, that locket will give him the purpose.
And just when he was gazing at the locket, he sees a piece of paper with 'come find me' written on it. Just then he realises that Tess is alive. She's not dead. And he goes off to find her in the Pacific. As the evening breaks, the canon fires yet again and Sam waits for his brother to show up, but obviously he doesn't. Sam leaves for good and becomes a shooting star later on to guide Charlie :p. And lo, he finds her. Hugs her, resuscitates her and brings her back to life. He wakes up in a hospital. After recovering, he sails to Tess's house. He tells her that he's going to sail around the world and that if she would come along.
She refuses and tells him that she fears him. She gets these dreams. These visions of him and her together. Just when she was trying to put her feelings to words, he says a few lines from there 'paranormal' interaction. "Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backwards."
She turns around and he asks, "it's about taking chances. Take a chance Tess". He extends his hand towards her, she grabs it. And after some days (I dunno how long, camera went into fade-in and fade-out :p), they goto sail around the world happily. And that was the end.
Why are you reading further? I said that was THE END!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Zubaida aapa is the new Faraz.
Hey,
SMS frenzy has caught everyone like the first wave of flu in winters. One always observes new trends in the messages that are forwarded (read: bombarded) in abundance to your mobile. Every time, a new character or issue is introduced and then your mobile phone is full of such messages. 'Kisne kaha tha pepsi pe paanch rupay kam kerdo?' was the most repeated SMS this Ramadan. Other than that, Zardari, Sherry Rehman and other political personalities have always been a target.
One character that wasn't that famous a person as a poet, became extremely famous when SMS from his name were floated. Yes, I am talking about none other than Faraz. Faraz SMS won everyone's heart. And, to confess, I also became a fan. These SMS were funny, witty and totally out of the blue. I loved them.
My life was going happy when the TV personality I despised the most (with due respect) -- Zubaida aapa -- became the new face of forwarded SMS. And God, people screwed her totally :p. Like really. Zubaida aapa k economic totkay, cute totkay, charseelay totkay and God knows what's gonna happen next. Whenever I wake up, I at least have 3-4 Zubaida aapa messages. She's totally on everywhere.
I really liked one of the Zubaida aapa SMS, that said: "Agar aapke bache k payt mein keeray hojayen toh uske pamper mein biscuit rakhdein, jese hi keera biscuit khanay aaye usay pakarr lein". HAHAHA. I mean for Heaven's sake. Who can think of such stuff man?! These bizarre jokes make you laugh. One has to confess! And I don't mind if my phone is full of Zubaida aapa's messages. It at least brings a smile on my face. Thank you SMS spammers!
SMS frenzy has caught everyone like the first wave of flu in winters. One always observes new trends in the messages that are forwarded (read: bombarded) in abundance to your mobile. Every time, a new character or issue is introduced and then your mobile phone is full of such messages. 'Kisne kaha tha pepsi pe paanch rupay kam kerdo?' was the most repeated SMS this Ramadan. Other than that, Zardari, Sherry Rehman and other political personalities have always been a target.
One character that wasn't that famous a person as a poet, became extremely famous when SMS from his name were floated. Yes, I am talking about none other than Faraz. Faraz SMS won everyone's heart. And, to confess, I also became a fan. These SMS were funny, witty and totally out of the blue. I loved them.
My life was going happy when the TV personality I despised the most (with due respect) -- Zubaida aapa -- became the new face of forwarded SMS. And God, people screwed her totally :p. Like really. Zubaida aapa k economic totkay, cute totkay, charseelay totkay and God knows what's gonna happen next. Whenever I wake up, I at least have 3-4 Zubaida aapa messages. She's totally on everywhere.
I really liked one of the Zubaida aapa SMS, that said: "Agar aapke bache k payt mein keeray hojayen toh uske pamper mein biscuit rakhdein, jese hi keera biscuit khanay aaye usay pakarr lein". HAHAHA. I mean for Heaven's sake. Who can think of such stuff man?! These bizarre jokes make you laugh. One has to confess! And I don't mind if my phone is full of Zubaida aapa's messages. It at least brings a smile on my face. Thank you SMS spammers!
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Being right and walking on the wrong track.
Hey everyone,
Yesterday was a busy busy day, even today. Which left me with no energy to blog. Anyway, I am back with a bang now. Well not quite so. Cuz I've been disturbed about something. I attended two mehndis yesterday. One was of my phuppo's son and the gathering was limited to only close family members. First blood relations. Anyway. The mehndi number two was of my father's college friend's son. It was grand. Like Grand with a capital G :p.
The arrangement and everything was rather extravagant. Probably they spent around 2.5 lacs to arrange all those stuff -- dance floor, disco lights, extremely pretty looking floral stage and the grand grand tent (I wouldn't want to call it a tent, it didn't look like one). The fabric was so beautiful. Off-white, flowy. There were mirrors around the place. The dinner had a wide variety. I only ate desserts though because I couldn't help but fill my gut with the chocolate mousse pastries and coffee. Lol.
Anyway. So, everything was wonderful. The atmosphere, aura -- everything. Just one thing got me disturbed. I was like whoa. What the hell. It was when they announced the audience to settle down because the dances were going to begin. All of a sudden, two hijaabis started to dance on Sheela ki jawani (yes, that lame song that I have discussed about earlier). I was taken aback. Like seriously. Not that I am being narrow-minded or something, I just feel like dancing in public is NOT for hijaabis. I dunno why. (And by that, I am not advocating dancing the non-hijaabis dance in public).
Actually, maybe, I know why. It's because, if girls decide not to show their hair and body parts to namehram, it should be a no-no for them to dance in front of so many of them. And the number wasn't even sober seriously. They were wearing these black hats incorporated with white shirts and black ties (over what they were actually wearing). And then they started dancing. Bleh. I felt those chocolate mousse pastries burning in my gut, lol. Seriously.
I didn't like the idea of dancing hijaabis. They just don't belong. Hhhh. Just when I was being sour on this, the music changed and other girls started to dance. Meanwhile, these hijaabis were getting ready for their next move. The music started again, this time it was an Arabic tune and these hijaabis had those tinkling belts around their waists for belly dancing. Sweet mother of nature, BELLY DANCING?!
I am against the so very concept of such awkward dance routines in mehndis. And hijaabis just added to my rage. I couldn't digest it honestly. The biggest reason being that I am also a hijaabi. I cannot see girls who do hijaab bringing such filth to the concept. Seriously. Again they started to dance on 'zor ka jhatkka haaye zoron se laga' and this time, it was a duo. They were booty-to-booty with guys. This just stirred this eerie feeling of anger/contempt/embarrassment/sadness in me.
I still cannot properly put my feelings into words. But the bottom line remains that if a girl starts to dress decently or decides to take hijaab, it becomes a responsibility for her to carry it out in such a way that she inspires people. Not confuse them obviously. Because they themselves looked confused. Bring right and walking on the wrong track. May Allah help us better understand the concepts and philosophies Islam has to offer.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a self-proclaimed best example of a hijaabi, I also have a lot of faults in me. These are my views, you might as though differ.
Night.
Yesterday was a busy busy day, even today. Which left me with no energy to blog. Anyway, I am back with a bang now. Well not quite so. Cuz I've been disturbed about something. I attended two mehndis yesterday. One was of my phuppo's son and the gathering was limited to only close family members. First blood relations. Anyway. The mehndi number two was of my father's college friend's son. It was grand. Like Grand with a capital G :p.
The arrangement and everything was rather extravagant. Probably they spent around 2.5 lacs to arrange all those stuff -- dance floor, disco lights, extremely pretty looking floral stage and the grand grand tent (I wouldn't want to call it a tent, it didn't look like one). The fabric was so beautiful. Off-white, flowy. There were mirrors around the place. The dinner had a wide variety. I only ate desserts though because I couldn't help but fill my gut with the chocolate mousse pastries and coffee. Lol.
Anyway. So, everything was wonderful. The atmosphere, aura -- everything. Just one thing got me disturbed. I was like whoa. What the hell. It was when they announced the audience to settle down because the dances were going to begin. All of a sudden, two hijaabis started to dance on Sheela ki jawani (yes, that lame song that I have discussed about earlier). I was taken aback. Like seriously. Not that I am being narrow-minded or something, I just feel like dancing in public is NOT for hijaabis. I dunno why. (And by that, I am not advocating dancing the non-hijaabis dance in public).
Actually, maybe, I know why. It's because, if girls decide not to show their hair and body parts to namehram, it should be a no-no for them to dance in front of so many of them. And the number wasn't even sober seriously. They were wearing these black hats incorporated with white shirts and black ties (over what they were actually wearing). And then they started dancing. Bleh. I felt those chocolate mousse pastries burning in my gut, lol. Seriously.
I didn't like the idea of dancing hijaabis. They just don't belong. Hhhh. Just when I was being sour on this, the music changed and other girls started to dance. Meanwhile, these hijaabis were getting ready for their next move. The music started again, this time it was an Arabic tune and these hijaabis had those tinkling belts around their waists for belly dancing. Sweet mother of nature, BELLY DANCING?!
I am against the so very concept of such awkward dance routines in mehndis. And hijaabis just added to my rage. I couldn't digest it honestly. The biggest reason being that I am also a hijaabi. I cannot see girls who do hijaab bringing such filth to the concept. Seriously. Again they started to dance on 'zor ka jhatkka haaye zoron se laga' and this time, it was a duo. They were booty-to-booty with guys. This just stirred this eerie feeling of anger/contempt/embarrassment/sadness in me.
I still cannot properly put my feelings into words. But the bottom line remains that if a girl starts to dress decently or decides to take hijaab, it becomes a responsibility for her to carry it out in such a way that she inspires people. Not confuse them obviously. Because they themselves looked confused. Bring right and walking on the wrong track. May Allah help us better understand the concepts and philosophies Islam has to offer.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a self-proclaimed best example of a hijaabi, I also have a lot of faults in me. These are my views, you might as though differ.
Night.
Monday, December 20, 2010
And then I woke up.
Morning!
I am a person who doesn't get to dream a lot. By that I meant literal dreams. But whenever I do, they keep haunting me till the end of the day. The dreams that I get are usually very disturbing in nature. For example, I'd mostly see burglars breaking in my home or I'd see someone snatching my mobile. I also see traces from my past. People that have gone from my life. I see their faces. I see myself interacting with them.
It somewhat leaves me numb when I wake up. I get weird feelings about the dreams I get. Because they just pull me out of my deep slumber. I lay soundless for hours, gazing at the roof, until sleep overcomes me again. In my dreams, to my surprise, there is never anything positive to mention. People say dreams come true but totally opposite to how we see them. Like people say, if we see someone dying in the dream, it actually means that that person will have a long life.
God knows how much truth do these notions hold but I guess I end up buying them in order to gratify myself. It's good for a jhooti tassalli. I don't share my dreams with anyone though. If I am rather too disturbed, I'd probably share it with my mother. I feel a bit light then. But my mother doesn't. Cuz mothers are mothers after all! She always tells me to keep my room clean (in case I am bugged by some supernatural being). I laugh it off. I keep telling her I am not pretty enough that a jinn would fall in love with me.
Hhhh, anyway. You know, such dreams are rare though, cuz dreaming as a matter of fact is a rarity for me. But they leave me disturbed. I hate waking up whenever I see such a dream. Cuz when I do, despite the fact that my eyes are burning, I cannot go back to sleep. I have to stay up till slumber creeps on me.
Also, my mother keeps telling me that you watch that hideous cartoon, Courage the Cowardly Dog, that is why you get such odd dreams. Ummm, well maybe her speculations hold some substance. But I don't think I am obsessed to it to a level that it can alter my dream patterns. I recite La Haul and wait so that I can sleep.
I wish sometimes, that if dreaming for me is so rare, I wouldn't have ever gotten dreams. Cuz they leave me disturbed, it's better if I don't get them anyway!
I am a person who doesn't get to dream a lot. By that I meant literal dreams. But whenever I do, they keep haunting me till the end of the day. The dreams that I get are usually very disturbing in nature. For example, I'd mostly see burglars breaking in my home or I'd see someone snatching my mobile. I also see traces from my past. People that have gone from my life. I see their faces. I see myself interacting with them.
It somewhat leaves me numb when I wake up. I get weird feelings about the dreams I get. Because they just pull me out of my deep slumber. I lay soundless for hours, gazing at the roof, until sleep overcomes me again. In my dreams, to my surprise, there is never anything positive to mention. People say dreams come true but totally opposite to how we see them. Like people say, if we see someone dying in the dream, it actually means that that person will have a long life.
God knows how much truth do these notions hold but I guess I end up buying them in order to gratify myself. It's good for a jhooti tassalli. I don't share my dreams with anyone though. If I am rather too disturbed, I'd probably share it with my mother. I feel a bit light then. But my mother doesn't. Cuz mothers are mothers after all! She always tells me to keep my room clean (in case I am bugged by some supernatural being). I laugh it off. I keep telling her I am not pretty enough that a jinn would fall in love with me.
Hhhh, anyway. You know, such dreams are rare though, cuz dreaming as a matter of fact is a rarity for me. But they leave me disturbed. I hate waking up whenever I see such a dream. Cuz when I do, despite the fact that my eyes are burning, I cannot go back to sleep. I have to stay up till slumber creeps on me.
Also, my mother keeps telling me that you watch that hideous cartoon, Courage the Cowardly Dog, that is why you get such odd dreams. Ummm, well maybe her speculations hold some substance. But I don't think I am obsessed to it to a level that it can alter my dream patterns. I recite La Haul and wait so that I can sleep.
I wish sometimes, that if dreaming for me is so rare, I wouldn't have ever gotten dreams. Cuz they leave me disturbed, it's better if I don't get them anyway!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
The ‘me’ness.
Hello people,
Today, I am going to blog about things that I like or like to do. Be patient and enjoy 
- I like to sit on the swing and take it really high so that I can stain the wall with my shoes.
- I like to drink coffee even when it’s summertime.
- I like my rubber-ish mobile cover and all the stickers on it.
- I like Knorr chili garlic sauce. I can even eat it just like that. Without anything else.
- I like popcorns.
- When I am having off-days, I like to lie on the sofa and yawn all day long.
- I like to clean my room once in a while.
- I like to collect stuff that I absolutely wouldn’t need.
- I like shoes.
- I like watches.
- I like to dip Gluco biscuit in tea.
- I like to send SMS.
- I like to laugh about things that have happened when I remember them.
- I like this mithayi. I dunno what is the real name of it. I like calling it ‘shakar wala pairra’.
- I like to collect pink things. My room is full of pink stuff.
- I like black too. And silver and gold.
- I like cooking.
- I like thinking about making different desserts.
- I like the sea.
- I like chocolates but only a few. I am selective. I like mint chocolates, orange chocolates, hazelnut chocolates and snickers-like chocolates.
- I like this chocolate-orange cake at Gelato Affair.
- I like to travel alone.
- I like rains.
- I like corns.
- I like my family.
- I like to dip French fries in chicken corn soup and eat it.
- I like those white sugary biscuits. I dunno what you call them, but I like them a lot.
- I like to watch cartoons.
- I like to ummm. OK that’s it.
The end.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Munni badnaam hui?
Hello everyone,
The other day, me and my papa were waiting in our car outside a department store near my house as my brother went inside to get some stuff. It was off-time for schools, hence a lot of vans went past us. One of them however, seemed to be coming back from a picnic or something. There were students inside the van, ranging from ages 12-15 approximately. They seemed to be having fun and everyone inside seemed happy.
I was looking outside the car's window, smiling at them. When suddenly, my smiling jaw dropped after hearing the type of sleazy music playing in the van. The most repeated number, of course, was Munni Badnaam Hui. I was taken aback. I felt so bad for those poor little children and what sort of environment they are exposed to. After Munni Badnaam, the next song that played was Sheela ki jawaani! I mean for heaven's sake! Have singers like A-teens and Aqua died? Whose songs we listened to whilst we grew up. Or our Pakistani alternative used to be Koko Koreena and Ucchiyan majajan wali. Things weren't as bad!
OK, I am not from a very old generation but when I was young, we at least heard decent songs. Our generation didn't shake booties on Munni Badnaam or Sheela ki Jawani. They are far too vulgar, seriously! At this vulnerable age, children have sensitive minds which, when molded, can take up any shape you give them. If you want to shape them into good, decent and well-behaved individuals, you have to nurture them in the similar way. Not by getting them exposed to the lethal Hindi music with vulgar lyrics and even more vulgar videos.
This is actually the culture we are imparting in our coming generation. And if it continues to be so, we will have a much more maligned society than we have now. Because the corrupt society of today is a living example of how Indian culture is spoiling the young generation and the generations to come. Which also reminds me, last week, I went to buy halwa poori breakfast with my brothers. As both of them stepped out and stood in the queue, I saw a tuition academy next to it. Since I was waiting in the car, I actually got some time to observe how the new generation has become.
Checking out girls (or checking out boys for girls) was practiced during my time too but only discreetly and under the cover. It wasn't so open. I remember, if a guy wanted to come up and ask for friendship, he had to befriend a girl first and then send a message via her friend to you, to become friends with him. This long and tiring process at least saved up the dirt that surrounds the academies now. Teenagers seem to be having no other topic than dating and exchanging mobile phone numbers so that they can talk whole night long (thanks to the night packages).
The 'dhaai rupay ghanta' hasn't done no good to our innocent students and teens. Literally, when I was observing the girls, they looked far older than their ages, mainly because of the amount of makeup they had used and secondly, their shaped brows. I am not at all against shaped brows, but shaping your brows when you are still in school/high school was considered a taboo in my days. OK, before you burst out saying my days are gone, let me remind you that I did away my schooling in 2004 and my high school in 2006. So I am not as old as I might sound. The only difference is, the outburst and spread of vulgarity in the society has happened exponentially. The growth it has shown, and the penetration is massive. Really massive. It seems uncontrollable at times.
What I feel bad about is that parents have become numb now. I wonder what mothers are doing (with all the respect to each one of them) when their young and innocent daughters dress to kill when they are going out for tuitions or acquisition of knowledge. Or what are the fathers doing when they catch their sons red-handed with cigarettes or equally harming alternatives? Yes again, things like these prevailed in my time too, the only difference was that they were not as open as they are today, which makes the situation worse.
The parents, teachers and elder siblings should take a hold of the matter seriously now. Take these vulgar songs away from them so that none of the young 12-year old girls would like to dance on an item number like Munni Badnaam not just in front of the male class fellows, but the van drivers! And the situation is much more grave than what I have described here. Cuz whatever I have told or jotted down is mere observation. It's all on the surface. What lies under the ugly face of the facade might have another uglier story to tell.
God help us all! Please :-(.
Goodnight.
The other day, me and my papa were waiting in our car outside a department store near my house as my brother went inside to get some stuff. It was off-time for schools, hence a lot of vans went past us. One of them however, seemed to be coming back from a picnic or something. There were students inside the van, ranging from ages 12-15 approximately. They seemed to be having fun and everyone inside seemed happy.
I was looking outside the car's window, smiling at them. When suddenly, my smiling jaw dropped after hearing the type of sleazy music playing in the van. The most repeated number, of course, was Munni Badnaam Hui. I was taken aback. I felt so bad for those poor little children and what sort of environment they are exposed to. After Munni Badnaam, the next song that played was Sheela ki jawaani! I mean for heaven's sake! Have singers like A-teens and Aqua died? Whose songs we listened to whilst we grew up. Or our Pakistani alternative used to be Koko Koreena and Ucchiyan majajan wali. Things weren't as bad!
OK, I am not from a very old generation but when I was young, we at least heard decent songs. Our generation didn't shake booties on Munni Badnaam or Sheela ki Jawani. They are far too vulgar, seriously! At this vulnerable age, children have sensitive minds which, when molded, can take up any shape you give them. If you want to shape them into good, decent and well-behaved individuals, you have to nurture them in the similar way. Not by getting them exposed to the lethal Hindi music with vulgar lyrics and even more vulgar videos.
This is actually the culture we are imparting in our coming generation. And if it continues to be so, we will have a much more maligned society than we have now. Because the corrupt society of today is a living example of how Indian culture is spoiling the young generation and the generations to come. Which also reminds me, last week, I went to buy halwa poori breakfast with my brothers. As both of them stepped out and stood in the queue, I saw a tuition academy next to it. Since I was waiting in the car, I actually got some time to observe how the new generation has become.
Checking out girls (or checking out boys for girls) was practiced during my time too but only discreetly and under the cover. It wasn't so open. I remember, if a guy wanted to come up and ask for friendship, he had to befriend a girl first and then send a message via her friend to you, to become friends with him. This long and tiring process at least saved up the dirt that surrounds the academies now. Teenagers seem to be having no other topic than dating and exchanging mobile phone numbers so that they can talk whole night long (thanks to the night packages).
The 'dhaai rupay ghanta' hasn't done no good to our innocent students and teens. Literally, when I was observing the girls, they looked far older than their ages, mainly because of the amount of makeup they had used and secondly, their shaped brows. I am not at all against shaped brows, but shaping your brows when you are still in school/high school was considered a taboo in my days. OK, before you burst out saying my days are gone, let me remind you that I did away my schooling in 2004 and my high school in 2006. So I am not as old as I might sound. The only difference is, the outburst and spread of vulgarity in the society has happened exponentially. The growth it has shown, and the penetration is massive. Really massive. It seems uncontrollable at times.
What I feel bad about is that parents have become numb now. I wonder what mothers are doing (with all the respect to each one of them) when their young and innocent daughters dress to kill when they are going out for tuitions or acquisition of knowledge. Or what are the fathers doing when they catch their sons red-handed with cigarettes or equally harming alternatives? Yes again, things like these prevailed in my time too, the only difference was that they were not as open as they are today, which makes the situation worse.
The parents, teachers and elder siblings should take a hold of the matter seriously now. Take these vulgar songs away from them so that none of the young 12-year old girls would like to dance on an item number like Munni Badnaam not just in front of the male class fellows, but the van drivers! And the situation is much more grave than what I have described here. Cuz whatever I have told or jotted down is mere observation. It's all on the surface. What lies under the ugly face of the facade might have another uglier story to tell.
God help us all! Please :-(.
Goodnight.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Where it went wrong.
Good day people!
Today with my cup of black coffee in the morning, I decided to skim through the classified pages from Sunday's Dawn newspaper. I quickly rolled over the ever-thinning jobs section. To my dismay, each time I open the jobs section, I find opportunities that are not within my reach. And it's obviously sad because the industry demands for people who come out graduating from the 'big names' of the education sector. Most of the ads you read have these words: ‘LUMS or IBA graduate required’. And if you don’t belong to these business schools, you’re definitely not their priority! The education fraternity in Pakistan is still malnourished. The standards of our universities do not meet the international criteria and do not qualify to be named in good words.
Only a handful of universities are deemed as 'good' universities and the remaining are considered as underdogs, and the students enrolled as underachievers. So what makes a certain university good and its students creme de' la creme? I guess the matter of the fact remains that the education elite of Pakistan is primarily those who can afford to be educated. The affluent can get themselves enrolled in the much-too-expensive universities or obviously they always have the backup plan ― go abroad and study there.
Now the remaining ones are those who can go to an extent to afford higher education or then there are those who simply cannot do it and end up at various ‘cheaper’ but obviously unequal alternatives. The middle-class people can take the risk of investing a great deal of their fortune in their children’s education reckoning that one day they will get the return of their investments and things will turn in their favour.
I used to teach in one of the biggest schooling networks of Pakistan and it was of a (pleasant) surprise to me that mostly parents that came to drop their children to school, usually used a bike or rickshaw as a means of transport. Initially, I used to think that perhaps bikes and rickshaws can zoom-in and pave their way in the traffic easily which is why they choose it as a means of transport, but later on, as I happened to go through the personal files of the children including their background information, I found out that it was totally different than what I used to think.
The families actually couldn’t afford to get their children enrolled in such expensive schools, but they did. Because they didn’t want to compromise on their children’s future. Well, I felt happy about it because in a way it is a very positive decision. But on the other hand, I would feel depressed for those people who cannot afford to take such decisions because their limited resources do not allow them to do so.
So now, what actually is the outcome of this disturbed equilibrium of the education system of Pakistan? We are not capitalizing on the current human resource. The employers keep filtering the potential candidates on the basis of the label they carry. IBA, LUMS, GIK and yadda yadda. The list goes on. The employers need to realise that there is an enormous chasm between the haves and the have-nots and some people can actually have inborn talent and an unmatched IQ even if they have not studied from a top-notch university.
Education is not ‘better’ for everyone. Better education demands affordability, not only in Pakistan but elsewhere too. Therefore, the employers should keep this notion in mind whilst hiring somebody, that Pakistan only has a handful of good universities and not everyone can afford to be there. Therefore, rather than labeling the human resource and defining their worth only by the university they’ve come from is mere foolishness. Capitalize on the given resources and we will definitely break the barriers.
When such criteria are put aside for sometime and unbiased, fulfilling jobs are offered, I guess we will have a better Pakistan to talk about and people will not have to leave their homeland for better prospects abroad!
Today with my cup of black coffee in the morning, I decided to skim through the classified pages from Sunday's Dawn newspaper. I quickly rolled over the ever-thinning jobs section. To my dismay, each time I open the jobs section, I find opportunities that are not within my reach. And it's obviously sad because the industry demands for people who come out graduating from the 'big names' of the education sector. Most of the ads you read have these words: ‘LUMS or IBA graduate required’. And if you don’t belong to these business schools, you’re definitely not their priority! The education fraternity in Pakistan is still malnourished. The standards of our universities do not meet the international criteria and do not qualify to be named in good words.
Only a handful of universities are deemed as 'good' universities and the remaining are considered as underdogs, and the students enrolled as underachievers. So what makes a certain university good and its students creme de' la creme? I guess the matter of the fact remains that the education elite of Pakistan is primarily those who can afford to be educated. The affluent can get themselves enrolled in the much-too-expensive universities or obviously they always have the backup plan ― go abroad and study there.
Now the remaining ones are those who can go to an extent to afford higher education or then there are those who simply cannot do it and end up at various ‘cheaper’ but obviously unequal alternatives. The middle-class people can take the risk of investing a great deal of their fortune in their children’s education reckoning that one day they will get the return of their investments and things will turn in their favour.
I used to teach in one of the biggest schooling networks of Pakistan and it was of a (pleasant) surprise to me that mostly parents that came to drop their children to school, usually used a bike or rickshaw as a means of transport. Initially, I used to think that perhaps bikes and rickshaws can zoom-in and pave their way in the traffic easily which is why they choose it as a means of transport, but later on, as I happened to go through the personal files of the children including their background information, I found out that it was totally different than what I used to think.
The families actually couldn’t afford to get their children enrolled in such expensive schools, but they did. Because they didn’t want to compromise on their children’s future. Well, I felt happy about it because in a way it is a very positive decision. But on the other hand, I would feel depressed for those people who cannot afford to take such decisions because their limited resources do not allow them to do so.
So now, what actually is the outcome of this disturbed equilibrium of the education system of Pakistan? We are not capitalizing on the current human resource. The employers keep filtering the potential candidates on the basis of the label they carry. IBA, LUMS, GIK and yadda yadda. The list goes on. The employers need to realise that there is an enormous chasm between the haves and the have-nots and some people can actually have inborn talent and an unmatched IQ even if they have not studied from a top-notch university.
Education is not ‘better’ for everyone. Better education demands affordability, not only in Pakistan but elsewhere too. Therefore, the employers should keep this notion in mind whilst hiring somebody, that Pakistan only has a handful of good universities and not everyone can afford to be there. Therefore, rather than labeling the human resource and defining their worth only by the university they’ve come from is mere foolishness. Capitalize on the given resources and we will definitely break the barriers.
When such criteria are put aside for sometime and unbiased, fulfilling jobs are offered, I guess we will have a better Pakistan to talk about and people will not have to leave their homeland for better prospects abroad!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Gender bias. Everywhere!
Hello,
As said earlier in my blogs, I am not at all a great fan of 'mardana' mentality. I am strictly against male chauvinism. I dunno why men think there's a parity between the two genders. Men, women are different from you, but it doesn't make them weaker or inferior to you. They are just different. Please understand!
Today, me and my sister along with a friend of mine went to The Forum mall in Clifton. We couldn't find any parking in the facade, hence we had we had to park in the streets. So there was this parking which we found after roaming in the streets for long in search of parking. Just as I parked the car and pulled the hand break, a 15 year old Afgani boy came and said, "Yehan nah park kero!" (Don't park here!). I was taken aback. I tried to understand his revolt against me parking at that particular place.
I asked in return, "Kya hua?" (what happened?) To my perplexity, he couldn't come up with any good reason. I told him "Main toh yahin park keroongi, tumhain kya masla hai?"(I am gonna park here only, what's wrong with you?).
As expected, he pulled angry faces at me. I ignored and asked my fellows to keep walking and ignore him. After a long and tiring episode of shopping, we came back to our car, with the front tyres punctured. Yes. Read again. The front tyres punctured! I was so cross at what had happened, because the only suspect was that Afgani boy. I felt so bad. Because this is what you get as an outcome of not listening to a man (at least mostly, exceptions are there).
I dunno when this mentality is going to end and when men will understand the difference between being different and being inferior?
As said earlier in my blogs, I am not at all a great fan of 'mardana' mentality. I am strictly against male chauvinism. I dunno why men think there's a parity between the two genders. Men, women are different from you, but it doesn't make them weaker or inferior to you. They are just different. Please understand!
Today, me and my sister along with a friend of mine went to The Forum mall in Clifton. We couldn't find any parking in the facade, hence we had we had to park in the streets. So there was this parking which we found after roaming in the streets for long in search of parking. Just as I parked the car and pulled the hand break, a 15 year old Afgani boy came and said, "Yehan nah park kero!" (Don't park here!). I was taken aback. I tried to understand his revolt against me parking at that particular place.
I asked in return, "Kya hua?" (what happened?) To my perplexity, he couldn't come up with any good reason. I told him "Main toh yahin park keroongi, tumhain kya masla hai?"(I am gonna park here only, what's wrong with you?).
As expected, he pulled angry faces at me. I ignored and asked my fellows to keep walking and ignore him. After a long and tiring episode of shopping, we came back to our car, with the front tyres punctured. Yes. Read again. The front tyres punctured! I was so cross at what had happened, because the only suspect was that Afgani boy. I felt so bad. Because this is what you get as an outcome of not listening to a man (at least mostly, exceptions are there).
I dunno when this mentality is going to end and when men will understand the difference between being different and being inferior?
Saturday, December 11, 2010
A relationship is bits and pieces.
Hello fellas,
People say, relationship has to go through big challenges. It has to undergo phases of love, growth and understandability. It calls for big things -- big sacrifices, big patience, big tolerance and big mercy. I beg to differ. I think a best relationship is made up of bits and pieces. Of small things. Of things which leave a soothing impact on your memory. Which comforts you in your times of dismay. One doesn't necessarily have to owe huge compromises in order to proves the depth of one's love.
Love is about connecting with each other. And seriously, I don't believe in the notion 'feeling the unsaid'. One needs to say everything one has in one's heart. One shouldn't leave things for the other to feel. Some things can be felt like warmth, love and emotions. But few other things are actually meant for telling and connecting with your soulmate.
I am a girl who believes in savouring little treats of life. Like a smile shared when you two are stuck in traffic, just to ease the creases on one's forehead. The appreciative nod when you say something in front of a bunch of people and you know he admires you for what you've said and has respect for you in his heart. When everyone is trying to tease him and mock him, you defend him. You go and thrash everyone, shielding him.
These small things are like a salt of relationship. Without these small things, relationship feels tasteless. Like something is missing. Like you have not ended up with your soulmate. Because you fail to connect.
Connecting matters I believe. Telling small little details to one another makes a relationship stronger and long lasting.
People say, relationship has to go through big challenges. It has to undergo phases of love, growth and understandability. It calls for big things -- big sacrifices, big patience, big tolerance and big mercy. I beg to differ. I think a best relationship is made up of bits and pieces. Of small things. Of things which leave a soothing impact on your memory. Which comforts you in your times of dismay. One doesn't necessarily have to owe huge compromises in order to proves the depth of one's love.
Love is about connecting with each other. And seriously, I don't believe in the notion 'feeling the unsaid'. One needs to say everything one has in one's heart. One shouldn't leave things for the other to feel. Some things can be felt like warmth, love and emotions. But few other things are actually meant for telling and connecting with your soulmate.
I am a girl who believes in savouring little treats of life. Like a smile shared when you two are stuck in traffic, just to ease the creases on one's forehead. The appreciative nod when you say something in front of a bunch of people and you know he admires you for what you've said and has respect for you in his heart. When everyone is trying to tease him and mock him, you defend him. You go and thrash everyone, shielding him.
These small things are like a salt of relationship. Without these small things, relationship feels tasteless. Like something is missing. Like you have not ended up with your soulmate. Because you fail to connect.
Connecting matters I believe. Telling small little details to one another makes a relationship stronger and long lasting.
A bug of sanitation.
Hello people,
Mothers are a very vital component of a home, nay? Well at least, my mother is! It's like the whole world stops when she's not around. Lately, when she was off to my sister's home for nearly 4 days, everything seemed somber things couldn't seem to work out somehow. Piled up dishes, dirty home, unwashed clothes, no food. Hhhh. It is so difficult to spend life without ammi!
But as they say, difficult time is a great teacher. It teaches you a lot of things. Even teaches a lazy being as me, some sense of responsibility. And I can proudly declare that in the absence of ammi, I managed to keep the home clean very effectively. I'd keep the kitchen gleaming, the floors smelling great (thanks to dettol multipurpose cleaner with rose fragrance :p) and did all other chores too. Yes, including sweeping and mopping.
And believe me, it's not all difficult once you get on the work. It's actually fun to work. And an unorganized girl like me can also discover the bug of sanitation inside. I never realised how much joy does a clean, shining kitchen can give. How much good you feel when you watch TV in a neat and tidy lounge. It's good, really.
And even now when ammi has come, I insist to do the dishes and clean the kitchen at least. I like tidying up things there. Cleaning the stove, doing the dishes, and rose-smelling slabs are so satisfying :p. Really. I don't care about my moisturised hands. I forget that I recently trimmed my cuticle or did manicure or how lemon max can destroy the suppleness of my hands. I stand proudly after cleaning the whole kitchen and utterly enjoy the compliments I get from ammi and papa.
And yes, every other lazy, unorganised girl can have a bug of sanitation in herself. It's just about discovering, regardless of the reason of discovery :).
Mothers are a very vital component of a home, nay? Well at least, my mother is! It's like the whole world stops when she's not around. Lately, when she was off to my sister's home for nearly 4 days, everything seemed somber things couldn't seem to work out somehow. Piled up dishes, dirty home, unwashed clothes, no food. Hhhh. It is so difficult to spend life without ammi!
But as they say, difficult time is a great teacher. It teaches you a lot of things. Even teaches a lazy being as me, some sense of responsibility. And I can proudly declare that in the absence of ammi, I managed to keep the home clean very effectively. I'd keep the kitchen gleaming, the floors smelling great (thanks to dettol multipurpose cleaner with rose fragrance :p) and did all other chores too. Yes, including sweeping and mopping.
And believe me, it's not all difficult once you get on the work. It's actually fun to work. And an unorganized girl like me can also discover the bug of sanitation inside. I never realised how much joy does a clean, shining kitchen can give. How much good you feel when you watch TV in a neat and tidy lounge. It's good, really.
And even now when ammi has come, I insist to do the dishes and clean the kitchen at least. I like tidying up things there. Cleaning the stove, doing the dishes, and rose-smelling slabs are so satisfying :p. Really. I don't care about my moisturised hands. I forget that I recently trimmed my cuticle or did manicure or how lemon max can destroy the suppleness of my hands. I stand proudly after cleaning the whole kitchen and utterly enjoy the compliments I get from ammi and papa.
And yes, every other lazy, unorganised girl can have a bug of sanitation in herself. It's just about discovering, regardless of the reason of discovery :).
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