A Year Has Gone BY

today is quite a sad day for all the Pakistanis be they anywhere in the world, for today exactly a year has passed since we lost Benazir Bhutto.

im an not all a fan of Benazir; the leader for i think she could have done more during her two tenures, even when she returned to pakistan, i was not at all excited.... but never in my wildest dreams i would have wanted her to die and like everyone else, nor did i dream in my wildest dreams that she would...thus my heart grieves for Benazir; the woman and especially Benazir; the mother, Benazir; the human being murdered in cold blood!

her tenures may have been marked by political unrest and corruption( like everyone elses) but there no denying the fact that she was an exceptional woman, a women of vision and a great intellectual and thus a source of pride for our country.

i wonder what did her mother, the wife of zulfiqar ali bhutto get in the end other than losing her husband, her sons and now her daughter to this country.... will the common people ever come to know the real cause and the real culprits behind her death or will her death just go down in the bloodstained, tattered dusty pages of history as just another political assasination.

i wonder why is that anyone who wants to do something good for this world is killed. this world already doomed..i mean we know it has to end some day... then why do we make an effort to put something right, what is the use??

Scattergories Tag =D

I was tagged by Moby. so here goes

Rules:

IT'S HARDER THAN IT LOOKS!TAG 10 PEOPLE INCLUDING THE ONE THAT SENT THIS TO YOU.- USE THE 1ST LETTER OF YOUR NAME TO ANSWER EACH OF THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS.- THEY HAVE TO BE REAL PLACES, NAMES,THINGS. NOTHING MADE UP!- TRY TO USE DIFFERENT ANSWERS IF THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU HAD THE SAME 1ST INITIAL.- YOU CAN'T USE YOUR NAME FOR THE BOY/GIRL NAME QUESTION.

1.What is your name: lost

2. A 4 Letter word: life

3. A Boys Name: lalik jaan... a pashtu name

4. A Girls Name: laiba

5. An Occupation: lawyer

6. A Color: lilac

7. Something you wear: lipgloss

8. A Beverage: limo panni.. well not exactly a beverage but will do

9. A Food: lazania....excuse ma spellings

10. Something found in the bathroom: lota..lol

11. A place: lahore.. what else

12. A Reason for being late: lazy bones... really no kiddin, ask anyone

13. Something you shout: lame loser lesbo....lol not exactly the last one but cudnt help...like the rhyming


i humbly tag:
moby
summer
e.t
seher
poisoned apple
a. joe

most of the time it so happens that we get so caught up in the nitty gritties of life, so trivial meaningless materialistic things, which i must add, we don't realize at that time but then out of the blue something happens and reminds us how uncertain life is ..we are so.. lets say helpless... we are not in control like we like believe and we dont even know ka what will happen the next second.... dont know about others, but incidents like these leave me truly shaken to the core... like a reality check.... a humbling experience...reminding about the mortality of this world and me...

Unidentified

mom: will you get up now!
me: acha jee, uth rahi hoon ( ok ok, im goin)
mom: jaldi karo mujhe dair ho rahi hai (hurry up, im getting late)

grinding my teeth, i surrender, pick up the phone and dial the "sacred" number which by now, i can easily recall even if im doped! khair keeping my fingers crossed i wait for the line to connect and thanks to my lucky star, it does yeehaaaaa!!, i wouldn't have surprised myself if i had done a somersault in utter joy (not that i know how to.. but you get the point)

with the line connected, im asked to wait for let say, eternity ( no kidding... mom told me to turn off the stove after im done calling and by the time i entered kitchen, the air was heavily pregnant with the smell of burnt food!!!) finally i get the honour of being able to voice my humble request and voila... man i should have known better.... fazool ma itni lambi call karwai and not to mention the burnt food and what for? just to get told what i was betting 99.99995% would be the answer......

" SORRY APP KA ID CARD ABHI NAI BANA....." $$$$ the bastards!

don't mind my swearing, i cant help it. the first time i went to get my id card made was in Jan. '08. its going to be a full year now.. the first time i called, they told me k there was some mistake in my fingerprints and so i had to get them corrected. since then i have been to the godforsaken NADRA office thrice and have given my signatures and fingerprints about twice and every effing time im told that there was some problem in the system and they didn't go through to Islamabad. God how i hate this system. its not that i consider waiting in lines below my precious little pampered pompous snob of a self...its just too damn irritating to be told again again that the they got rejected. moreover the customer services lines are always engaged, see now you know the secret of my happiness when the line went through. and to cap it all, when ever i give my finger prints and the signature ..they are bloody well accepted by the computer but what happens next is beyond me.

the last time, i went there, i completely blew up and almost almost started shouting at the people there, mom stopped me from creating a bit more of a scene than i had already! its not that i am paranoid or what i mean aik saal hona wala hai aur ya kaam abhi tak latka wa hai... now i hav to go in there again and give my fingerprints and signature and photograph for... im losing count now...

im not superstitious but if it doesn't go well this time too, i cant help wondering if some curses or jinxes are doing there work. so please help me God. thus till then im still Unidentified!!!!

Lost a la Mc Cain

now moby thanks for tagging me however, i fail to comprehend why would one want to have 8 homes in one country? but i guess, speaking of U.S and its 50 something states.. quite logical..8 in Pakistan is a bit difficult, for me the one in lahore is more than i could ask for, just love the city. khair still i have made an effort to rack ma brain for this post,so here goes:

THE RULES:

The McCains own 13 cars, eight homes and have access to a corporate jet. If you were as insanely rich as them, where would your eight homes be and why?

The only rule is: The homes must be within the borders of the country you live in, so as to utterly emulate the McCains.

When you’re done, tag 8 people, so that they may join in the self-indulgence, forgetting about the crappy property market and the equivalent of The End of Pompeii on Wall-Street. You could spend your time hammering your doors and windows shut in preparation for the Apocalypse, but this meme is so much more fun!

1. Lahore-like i said, its ma favourite place on earth. when i say or hear the word home, Lahore is what comes in my mind. so i have to have one home in Lahore, it kind of goes without saying.

2. a penthouse- now i have always had this dream to live in a penthouse which offers me the view of the entire city and that too Lahore.. ahhhh.. my dream home!!

3. a cothi i.e. the typical old fashioned homes we find all over Pakistan. i am a sucker for this kind old architecture, just love the elaborate designs of the walls, the arches etc. i relish the idea that it has a history...

4. kalaam- now this is a place which is very close to my heart, have a lot of memories of my childhood associated with it. we used to go there in summers...this was the first hill station of Pakistan that i visited. i can still see the picturesque view by just closing my eyes and can still hear the roaring sounds of river kalam.. breaks my heart when i think of all the fighting going on there...

5. mardan- now this is again a place which i really have very fond memories of, my grandfather used to live there and we used to visit him every summers... gosh..i miss going back there, now that he lives with us in Lahore..

6. a farmhouse- id love to live in a farmhouse.. preferably near Lahore..it would be nice to escape the noise of the city besides id love to indulge in my favourite sport which is horse riding!!

7. on a beach- what a delightful pleasure it would be to wake up to the noises of the ocean and to be greeted by the sight of a white beach and crystal clear blue water.. wow... a pity i cant find white sandy beaches in Pakistan, so in that case ill just have to do with Karachi..

8. Islamabad- only because its the cleanest city of Pakistan n me being a clean city freak!!!

Crazy Timez

Being lazy bonez, i am naturally a not-at-all early riser. but guess what! i got the surprise of the week when my half closed eyes adjusted on to the wall clock and took in what they beheld..according to the clock i had woken up quite early than i usually do...wow man!!! but reality came crashing on me when my slumberous brain finally grasped that the CLOCKS had been shifted an hour back**groan**

seriously other than the fact that i usually ended up doing stuff a bit more on time, i dont think this time changing thing helped us that much.wat say you??

moreover, there is this perpetual feeling nagging at the back of my mind k yar din bohat lamba hogaya hai... no wonder i feel sleepy right now and its only 10:30 at night, guess ill call it a night but heck!! who will do the tons of pending assignments* a long sigh followed by a string of curses-you-dont- wanna-know*

Creepy!!!

These days i cannot just help noticing that my little cousins and other kidz, in general, are so freakin god damned grown up... matlabb yar they act so sensible and responsible balke, i guess hum, me n ma sibling abhi tak have this child in us.

Their childhood is all about movies, songs, books and the only games they play are on computer and the likes of play stations baas. i mean they discuss movies and actors and songs.. wo bhi angrazzi ka... they are making their blogs and have their own face book accounts, they are so prim and proper, no running around like mad banshee like we used to, no making up innovative games and they are just freakin twelve year old six graders!!! shit man!!! i really feel like calling them bajji and giving up my seat for them to show respect. i feel un ka childhood aya hi nai.

This is creepy man, seriously i feel so proud that at least i had a childhood yes i am proud of this fact that i was a child once who ran free of all the responsibilities worries and stresses..yipeeeeee yupppp yupppp yeeehaaaaaaa,* standing up, bowing and graciously accepting the applause*

Life As I Knew It

Recently i attended this wedding which it left me thinking " bloody hell!! we have grown up".

It is imperative to point out that the wedding bell are not ringing for me anytime soon, and when i say anytime soon, i literally mean "anytime soon" i.e. not in the least bit near future which spans a period of about five six years.

So what i was trying to say is that that shaadi made me take a very nostalgic trip down the memory lane to my childhood. now whoever said that childhood is the most carefree and happiest time of our lives is one trillion percent true, i am willing to bet my life upon it!.

We used to do crazy things. i have played all sorts of games be it king- king, baraf panni, tip top, unch nich, dark room, telllo express,king stop,khoo- khoo, you name it and we have played it. i have also played all the boy games too - gun point i.e. is our version of chor police. not to mention, all the innovative games we used to play, like ghar ghar; we used to make this makeshift tent in our garden, with bedsheets. then putting the garden chairs up side down on top of each other to make fighter jets. oh and when our moms wouldn't let us go out in the garden, in the afternoon, we used to pretend that the entire stair case area was our spaceship and we had to protect it from aliens. darzi-darzi, i.e. tailor tailor was another favorite of mine with the store room being our shop. i remember at one time i placed all my clothes in the TV lounge and pretended that it was my shop. and how can i forget the countless times we made a home with cushions in the living room.

Playing all sort of sports like basket ball, foot ball, cricket was also a hobby of mine, my bros and i even played cricket with soft ball in the living room! that and badminton too. badminton is my, no not only mine but of all of us, cousins, favorite sport ever. i remember in winter we used to put up the badminton net and have matches, even my dad, my tayya and chachu played with us. winter also reminds me of another game, ya you guessed it, the good old monopoly!, when Ramadan used to come in December, coinciding with our winter holidays, every day after the iftari, we used to play monopoly, at times my chachu would join us too. and how many of you climbed trees, we did, a very large part of my childhood has been spent on this tree that stands directly in front of the entrance door.

As children, we celebrated each and every festival with immense ardor. bassant was more like a function at my place. we even spent hours under the scorching sun just making" paharries i.e. little scenes from mud, on the Eid milad-un- nabbi, ya i can see now you get my point. and yes 14th august, independence day... uff we especially used to go badge and sticker and flag shopping a day or two before the great day and then used to spend entire afternoons putting the ghandiyaain(little flag attched on to a string) on the roof and terraces only to have them ruined by the rain on 14, seriously, it used to rain everytime we made this effort. i remember at time we were even mad enough to make our own glue wid rice flour, i guess, and then used it to attach the little flags on to the string.

Summers were ruled by luddo, chess, caram board, name place animal thing, cards and computer games.. now we have this thing between us , that all of us start a game together e.g need for speed, carbon edition, and all of us then try to end the game before the other does .. this we still do.. not me anymore but my brothers, right now my bro and ma cousins are trying to end this game, mafia.

Ahh this list can go on and on as i remember all the crazy things we used to do. hey i have to write this, just have to.... cycling.....my childhood is incomplete without cycling, taking out our bicycles and riding them every afternoon all the year round, be it winters summers any season.. come rain thunder and what not, cycle tuo chalani must thi...no wonder my parents got our once so lush green lawn into a brick- lined veranda sort of thing!!!



p.s. tagging is in the air so i invite mubi, e.t, and anyone and everyone to write about their childhood.

p.s.s. i just remembered another of ma favorite game: teacher teacher.. now everyone esp. girls have to have played this if not..you have my sympathies for being a sad loner!

Comedy Of Blogging

i get up and that first thought that comes to ma mind is "okay today, baas yar today im definitely gonna do it"

n with these thoughts, i get on about ma usual day( well not really, had two xams and you dont wanna know how they went.... hey it rhymed... i think it did..nai? ..khair) n all day i go about like a somebody on a mission.

so after a long day, i come home and after some lazing around, switch on the computer and the first stop is the good old face book..not so old, wasy how many of u like the older version??? and after procrastinating as much as i can... i timidly open up the blog world!!!

.. deep breath... " okay ill write something, have to write.." adrenaline pumping at 200km.hrs through ma veinz.. i visit ma friendz blog... golden pages... n when i read that my friend has written her 100th post... my spirits hit rock bottom n i remember the promise i made to moby few dayz back that I HAVE TO START BLOGGING!!!

ah! (longggggggg sigh) see the irony n the agony. i have been on blog spot since feb 2008...n have not been able to come up with a single post. moby has also been after me since feb too, to write smth..acc. to her i can write.. but what i don't know...
seriously i hate dis writers block. iv wanted to write but just couldn't think of anything until moby made me promise n to keep that im here..wow! im a good person.. (not that i have an inch of an idea about what im gonna write)

so here im mobe.. started ma blog n wrote an xtremly shitty post...i know its, no need to be too generous, wasy post tuo kuch hai nai.just a sucky intro..worst ever, hey do i qualify for a Booker.. for the worst piece ever written, there has be an award for worst piece too yar, not fair, i strongly believe in the yin- yang theory.

khair lakin ma bhi bohat dheet hoon.. ab now that i have started... optimism is in the air... ill continue to write!!! INSHALLAH, i haven't been i touch with the writer side of me, since i guess olevels, but its okay... this isn't a creative piece n it doesn't have to be one at all, but at least im writing.

so thanky moby for getting me started... love ya, muahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

P.S: oyee now that i proof read ma disjointed random thoughts and self encouragement and bitching about not knowing what to write....i come to an astounding conclusion that " iv actually written quite a lot""

wow!!!hats off to me, i wrote, i wrote I WROTEEEE

P.S.S: i click on the "publish post" n viola!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DA GOD DAMNED LIGHT WENT OUT...so much for the excitement n writing
but im not superstitious. i wont take it as a bad omen, i refuse too... Pakistan hai yar... lights will come after an hour. its okay asa hota hai yar........ life, as PAKISTANIS know it!!