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2010-01-11T23:50:00.000-08:00

Okay.... .. .. sooooo now i really really want post something on my blog which as one can see, i haven't done in really long time but the thing is that i cant seem to think of a sane enough topic to write on.. by the way im still thinking.. ok i have given up.. my neurons are not helping me write now so i will just write whatever comes to my mind.

I have changed the title of this post thrice..it was untitled first, then it became rambling and now its random.

Its cold today.. and i think its going to rain .. man i hate it.. why does the weather have to get all foggy and rainy when the college opens.. hate when it rains in college.

Oh happy new year people.. better late than never. What are your new year resolutions, mine are to actually drink a glass of milk daily and start eating bananas and not to start shouting at my sister and actually help her with her school work

i had this weird dream last night.. all ma dreams are weird as in they are not just one coherent dream but i drift from one to anther and i always forget them in the morning.. but last night was so funny, i saw i was going to ma best friends home who lived in my nanni's (maternal grandmother)old place.. another weird thing i always see ma old nanni ka ghar in ma dreams.... anyhow coming back to the recent dream... so iwas going to my friend's place which later turned into my schools physics lab where i met an old friend with whom in not much in touch and then my best friend turns up and takes me to her drawing room which actually is my drawing room and then i wake up..lol

The freakin lights went out just now but came back after ten minutes.. weird again heck!!! now the batti begum has again gone out.. ThankGod i had the sense to switch on ma bro's laptop.. yay laptops!!!

I am going to bake some cookies today..

I haven't read a book in really long while..shit what has happened to me...i just read one book in this winter break where not so long ago, holidays without books were as much a possibility for me as going to the south pole !!!

Chad Michael Murray has a really weird nose.

I have used weird quite many times in this post and every time i typed the wrong spellings... i owe big time to auto spell check!!

I should seriously get down to actually writing my final research report.. heck!! i haven't even finished searching the literature review... what can i say.. hail Queen of Lazyville!!

I have to shop for clothes for this wedding aghhhhhhhhhh..I haven't watched 3 idiots yet and i so want to!!!

This post looks much more like my TO- Do- List. Heck! i'll still post it, actually i have written quite a long post that is if one can take the liberty to call it as such... yay me!!!

Liberty reminds me of Davies.. a character from The Caretaker by Harold Pinter.. his pet line was "don't start taking liberties with me." I always forget, do we put the full stop before the ending quotation marks or after it.. i think before, well thats what i did here.

Its a very lame post but my blog will bear with it for now.. my apologies.

Educated We Are...nah

2009-11-03T02:41:00.000-08:00

Another thing that has really been bugging me lately is standard of education that we have in pakistan.I know, i know, its not rocket science but very old news!!! Oh and one more thing, im not talking about the fact that our literacy rate is very low or the plight of Government schools etc, here im concerned about the education standard of the private schools, yeah you heard me, no need to get flabbergasted.

See,i dont think there is much difference between our private schools and government schools because both stress on rote learning!! Even our very best and expensive private schools(okay, most of them) dont develope the creative abilities of the students, they don't help them to think independentally on their own. The syllabus is way too much and the students are expected to learn it all and not to apply their thinking skills.

Moreover, this trend of tuition centers and acadmies is beyond me but its the new rage, a kind of fashion statement!! you can see four and five year old kids going to tuitions and academies. See, it all comes back to the schools, if the course content and the patteren of exams had been much concept based and the teachers had done justice to their jobs i don't think the poor students will have to go to tuitions centers but our techers need to make money and today an academy or tuition center is the fastest way of earning some quick bucks, they even teach better at the academies and this i'm speaking from my very own personal experience... matlab what is the purpose of going to school if you are going to academies.. would'nt it be better that you dropped out of schools and just attended the academies, atleast your parents pockets will be heavier.

Abroad, the students learn all they need to at their schools and they even finish their homework at schools and spend considerable time playing sports. Here our students don't have time for after school sports because they have to go to their various tuitions etc, no wonder our younger generation is so lathergic and lazy!!! and the only "sports and relaxation " they know comes in the form of the computer games.

2009-10-30T01:03:00.001-07:00

Handle every stressful situation like a dog...If you can't eat it or play with it,
just pee on it and walk away.

Strangeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

2009-08-21T12:33:00.000-07:00

It was a bright sunny and humid afternoon of an ordinary day just like any other. I was lounging on the sofa , flicking through the idiot box in the vain search of catching some worthwhile to watch. Giving up the futile search, i stretched and yawned and pressed shuffle to set my brain on to the Daydreaming/Random Thoughts- Energy Saving mode. Couple of minutes passed and my lazy neurons finally caught a signel which told me k k ...itna dinno sa light nai ja rahi ....strangeeeee haina... Being in random thoughts mode, i had to test this hypothesis and look for reasons that substantiated the discovery and so i thought and thought but alas my nuerons wer'nt lucky anymore and concluded what the heck! just be thankful for what u have kahin nazar na lag gai and so i pressed the shuffle once again and set it on the Nap mode and drifted off.

I'm Jinxed....

2009-08-15T12:13:00.000-07:00

Oh no no, not really, May Allah protect me from all evil,but when it comes to computers...like hell i am!!!

See, the thing is that everytime our computer crashes ....its because of me. We got our first computer when i was in, i guess grade 7th and since then every single time its been out of order, the credit has always found its way back to me.

And before any of you think that i take some sort of weird pleasure in blowing the machine off..i don't okay, i seriously don't. Instead i dont even have any freakin idea about what i do wrong to make it crash. I mean ok ok! i accept that i'm not much of a computer guru but then i'm not a complete dork either who does not know how to switch it on, work on the microsoft word, powerpoint,surf the net etc and shut it down properly but everytime the windows have been corrupted; the last person to use it had been me..who else?

I dont know what is wrong with me. In these summer vacations alone i have managed to crash it THREE times, the first time something went wrong with the internet connection. The next time was when i switched it one one bright sunny afternoon, the damned CPU did'nt work and now i have managed to do something to the Monitor!! bravo bravo bravo... sigh... so you see why i cant help thinking if i'm jinxed.... lets just pray that now when i switch this thing off after hitting the publish button, it does get switched on when someone tries to use it the next time or my brother will kill me.. not that he did'nt try this time..

A Letter

2009-07-23T07:02:00.000-07:00

This piece came out in the Jang Sunday Magzine, a local urdu newspaper.

Its basically a letter by a mother for Bilawal Bhutto and its too good. It puts in words what this nation is going through quite literally and points out a finger towards the attitude of our so called politicians. It might never reach the one it was meant for but i just thought its worth reading, it comes straight from heart, if u ask me it should be read in the 9:00 news so that our leaders can hear where things stand in reality..... so i have posted the link... its quite long actually, at first i had planned to translate it but that would take too much time since i'll have to sit with an urdu-to-english translation dictionary.. so heres the links,do read it!!!!

http://www.jang.net/jang_mag/detail_article.asp?id=7362

Lucky We Are

2009-07-02T11:54:00.000-07:00

Its been a boring summer so far, oh and not to forget a really scorching one too but the temperatures have dropped a degree or so and monsoon is here so its gonna be all good now. But this post is not about the heat...

I read these two books " A Tale of Two Cities " by Charles Dickens and "Zoya" by Danielle Steel. Now both these book were set at the time of Revolutions. A Tale of Two Cities takes place during the French Revolution and Zoya is set during the Russian Revolution and are basically good reads especially the first one. The books paint a very grim and sad picture of Revolutions, bloodshed, loss, mindless voilence etc etc and this got me thinking that how lucky we actually are.

Im sure all of us have heard that " ya mulk bari kurbaniyoon ka baad hasil howa ha" ( we got this country after a lot a sacrifices) and i never realized how true that was until now. Seriously we are so damn lucky to have gotten our homeland on golden platter, we didnt have to fight for it, we didnt lose our homes, our families, our loved ones, we didnt see our homes being destroyed infront of our eyes, our lives being torn apart.. man Lucky we really are!!!

The Smug Princess

2009-06-02T10:51:00.001-07:00

Mum is out of town, so the responsibility of carrying out chores, falls on my fragile shoulders. Now usually, i do not help around that much.. if you ask me, i most surely do!! but it goes a bit unnoticed as i am oh- so- lazy.. so obviously, you guys can imagine my smug expressions and my happiness for doing everything that i was asked to do.

Its lunch time and I'm busy making the salad. I take out a cucumber from the fridge , wash it and am half way through peeling it when i realize that probably its rotten, its all white n not the usual light green n i don't see any seeds either. Its better to get a second opinion, so i show it to ma brothers who say, "yup its not right so throw it away."
During the lunch time..

elder bro: yaar koi kheera nai ha? ( isn't there any cucumber left)

me: hain tuo shai lakin saree kharab hain. ( there are, but all of them are rotten)

elder bro: achaa (ok)

me : yup (i go into the kitchen and bring back the bag containing all the cucumbers) see ..

younger bro{ finally lifts his lazy head from his plate, goes into a momentary shocks, gives me a peculiar smile and exclaims in a laughter- tinged voice}: mere akalmand behn ya sub kheera nahin hain ya torian hain!!! (ma genius sister these are not cucumbers, these are "torian"... i don't know the English word for it but its a very common vegetable belonging to the pumpkin family)

the laughter- tinged voice turns into very loud howls of laughter with my elder bro and me also joining in.. so much so for all the smugness and happiness..

p.s:in case you wanted to know, we did manage to have some cucumbers.. well i couldn't find them but kudos to my younger bro who did manage to fish one from the depths of the deep freezer.

Freeze It Right There!

2009-05-26T10:49:00.000-07:00

This thing called time is going just too fast man!!

I mean it just seems like yesterday that i was in school n we had the time of our lives.. high school, God n miss my Alevels n i hated it when i started college , 4 years seemed like so long, eternity... but i have just freakin realized that more than half of it is just gone, went, flown by...

Dunno if its just me, i guess its just me but i feel so old, so grown up!!! i miss my childhood, many of ma friends are already married and two are even a moms!!

For the love of GOD, i hate growing up, hate the idea that so many of us grew up together, spent so many years of our lives together, lead the same kind of life, shared the bad times, good times, worries, lame jokes, laughter and suddenly it all ends. Suddenly, lives change!!! people go threir seperate ways, on different paths, on different journeys..

College n school reminds me of fireworks, you light one and a ray of light goes up in to the sky, higher and higher and then Boom, all of it seperates and different coloured lights are seen going away from a center point in all 360 degree directions.... and this makes me very sad!!

So why does time move so fast especially when you dont want it to???? Can somebody just freeze it right there, no dont freeze it but put it in a slower mode!!!

Guess If You Can!!

2009-04-15T11:04:00.000-07:00

oh im there,
n im here too,
im always with you everywhere,
i sing lullaby to you when you cant sleep,
n you wake up thinking of me in the morning,
then neither do i ever let you out of my sight during the day,
such is my love for you,
that you might hate me,
but im always there with you!!!!

Guess who i am???
oh come on, it aint that hard, ya put on that thinking cap..chuhhh put a brick on it too if you cant guess!!!! bad bad very very bad, ok times up pal..breaks ma heart, oh im having a heart attack call the ambulance someone plzzzzzzzz..... deep breaths, sighs..... come here bring your ears near you blokehead....deep breath n coughs...this is confidential....im..im ..im a MOSQUITO.... n dies.

oh yes, darn!! how could i forget when you are right infront of ma eyes even now n im repeatedly scratching ma right foot you, thanks to you pal!!!

ya can some one plz tell me how to get some blessed minutes of privacy from ma ever present little friend for all the sprays coils mats seemed to have stop workin!!!

2009-04-15T10:58:00.000-07:00

" the most confusing thing in this life is just too much information"

Why ???

2009-03-22T12:48:00.000-07:00

Why are people so negative?
Why do people form preconceived notions?
Why are they so stubborn?
Why do they have huge egos?
Why cant they see the good in the other person?
Why cant they forgive n even forget?
Why does everything have to be labeled black n white?
Why does life has to be made so utterly impossibly superdoper complicated?

The Lost Festival

2009-03-16T01:08:00.000-07:00

After a gap of two years, the skies of Lahore, once again, got filled with colorful kites.

Basant although has its origins in being a Hindu festival honoring Saraswati, the goddess of knowledge, music and art, it is a vital part of the Pakistani culture. In the pre-partitioned Punjab, especially in Lahore, the Muslims of Punjab also celebrated the Basant by flying kites. Although it was a Hindu or folk festival but they considered kite flying as an event. Thus, this festival became a part of our of history, culture and legacy especially the Punjabi culture.

Being the historic capital of Punjab there is no other place where Basant is celebrated with as much vigour and enthusiasm as in the ancient city of Lahore. Although traditionally it was a festival confined to the old-walled city it has spread all through out the city. Though it is now celebrated as all over Pakistan, it is Lahore which has made it popular, not only in Pakistan but also in the world, as the largest kite flying event. Therefore since 1947, with the arrival of spring, the Lahoreis get on their roofs and indulge in this art ( yes flying a kite is an art) to their hearts content.

Alas! or so it was, before it got stained by the blood of all those men, women, and children who lost their lives to it. But its not the festival to be blamed, its the people who make and use those metallic or chemical strings and also those who love take some weird pleasure in aerial firing!!! The death toll got immensely high in the last three to four years. Came basant and the papers started shoving heartrending stories and at times, gross pictures of the people who became the victims of chemical or metallic strings and aerial firing, in our faces. It got too depressing that i started loathing this festival which was once a source of immense joy and thrill. Then understandably, the government banned the festival in 2005, but yes we did get to celebrate it that year however, not in 2007 and 2008.

This year too, kite flying lovers, my bros for example, got their wish. Although for completely different reasons,lets not go into those, this post is not sing praises of the current asses running the country, i meant bosses.. slip of fingers on keyboard. The point is that this basant, i realized that i don't hate the festival , i hate those loathsome people. period.

Basant is an integral part of my childhood memories and i can bet of all the Lahories. Its just sad that because of some inhumane humans, this festival which was once harmless, ask your parents aunts uncles grandparents, is being turned into a life sucking (literal meaning intended) monster.

I just wish it wouldn't be so, or it would and it Should be banned because like they say..humain izzat rass nai atti!!

Good Story Gone Bad

2009-02-03T10:31:00.000-08:00

Its been a while since i blogged... okay what do i write... im staring at the keyboard and the white space and trying mighty hard to get something out....come on .. come on.. today im not going to close this window without getting done what i wanted to..... OK so what to write... what to write...aha!! yes yes why not this....so without further ado..

Few days back, there was this book, making waves all over. So i too decided to jump on to the bandwagon and read the much- talked-about Twilight.

For those of you who don't know, Twilight is the first novel of the series by Stephenie Meyer. The other novels of the series are New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. The main cruxes of the story is that its a love story of vampire/ the- pagan-god-of-good-looks (Edward Cullen) and a teenage mortal turned- into- a- vampire girl (Bella Swan).

Now, the point of writing this post is not to tell you the story, read it yourself that is if you have the patience of a saint,which might i add, ah im proud (only for being patient) to say that i have read the entire damned series!

So without further beating about the bush, i'll come directly to the point.. what really boggles my mind is: o why, o why, o why for the love of all that's holy, are people crazy about this book?? Ok,ok i don't say that i hate it..hate is too much a strong word but im no big fan of it either. Wanna know why, here goes:

Its major flaw is that its toooo long.. irrespective of the adventures if we can call them that, at the end of the day ,its a love story and love stories are bound to get boring and repetitive at one point or the other. You know if we plotted a graph of its story being interesting, it would be like a very steep kind of bell shaped graph, if you can imagine how that would be like... ever seen an ECG..well not really but you get the picture. Really, fine we get it he loves her, she loves him, cant live without each other, can we move on....in the words of my friend, " it gets lovey dovey a bit too much". Many of you would say that being a love story, it is supposed to be lovey dovey.. but this is exactly what im trying to say had she not given this story on about 2500 pages, it would have been easier to digest.

Many people say that she made it into a series to earn money like the Harry Potter books, i agree that yes, money it does earn but in terms of content, its not even close. It would have much much better is she could have combined the 2nd and 3rd books for nothing much too important happens in them, i mean there is little action, especially in the 2nd and much more sitting idle and dwelling on emotions. 4th and 1st are better at least, something is going on.

Oh and then there are a few important aspects of this book which just makes you want to roll your eyes followed by a steam of good, solid curses and then slam the book on the wall or table,basically any hard surface near you, and ripe off its pages and finally throw it into the fire or flush it down the commode... i mean seriously woman, give me a break!!... sorry people the aspects are not fit to be discussed on a blog but they just show that she just wants to make money.

Really makes me wonder what all the hype was all about.. oh yes i figured it myself, wow man im intelligent! oh sorry, coming back... the hype is only because of the movie and might i add, that too only because of Robert Pattinson.. go digest the fact!

So i guess this is about it for now, cant think of other loopholes.. will update when i remember others. See from a birds eye view, the story is good i just wish she could have dealt it in a much better way. So i completely agree with the criticism from author Stephen King,which he gave in a December 2008 interview to USA Weekend. When asked about how his work may have influenced both Meyer and J.K. Rowling, King said the following: "Both Rowling and Meyer, they’re speaking directly to young people. ... The real difference is that Jo Rowling is a terrific writer and Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn. She’s not very good."

Its a good story gone just too damn bad.

2009-01-28T09:00:00.000-08:00

" life sucks and then it ends"

2 aur Duo Char

2009-01-09T06:47:00.000-08:00

OK now moby tagged me to do this simple fun tag post.. ya i know i am late, my apologies. so without further ado..

4 Places I Go to Over and Over Again

4. Er...er... some market
3. School
2. My Nani's place
1. College

4 People Who Mail Me Regularly

4. 4shared team
3. Kinnaird environment society
2. Hotmail team
1. Friends

4 of My Favourite Places to Eat

4. Any gol gappa wala
3. French fries wala, anytime anywhere
2. Anywhere in college except the cafe
1. Home

4 Places I’d Rather be Now

4. Rome or any European city
3. A theme park taking all kinds of crazy rides.
2. A hill station, preferably Kalam
1. Where i already am, home

4 Favourite TV Shows

4. Home improvement, steps to a new you
3. Nigella feasts
2. Drake and josh
1. Full house ( loved this sitcom)

4 Movies I Could Watch Again and Again

4. Step up 2
3. A walk to remember
2. Hunters
1. 27 dresses

and lastly 4 people to be tagged

4. hfm

3. e.t

2. a. joe

1. summer

Irrepareable Damage

2009-01-02T09:23:00.000-08:00

If she had ever wished for death, it was now.

We are allowed to make mistakes, instead this is precisely what makes us human, however, we are not allowed to make the mistake that destroys us; that one fatal mistake.

She had committed her fatal error. It was not that she had robbed a bank neither had she planned an assassination of someone or murdered a person. But no, she had, indeed, killed a person. However, her weapon of choice was not a gun, poison or axe etc, her weapon was only her words; venomous, spear- shaped words which had pierced the heart of her victim, a fate equally worse as death, an irreparable damage.

The irony was that it was not the victim who suffered the most, it was the oppressor because she had hurt the only person who mattered the most on the earth to her.

The knowledge that it was the first time in her life that she had lost control worked as fuel being added to the fire. The heartache that she had caused to the other was unbearable and even more unbearable was the thought that it was she, of all the people, who was responsible for it.

She will be forgiven but she was not oblivious to the fate that the wounds do heal ultimately but the scars are always there for eternity and that the wounds inflicted by tongue do more damage than those by the sword. She continuously suffered from the pain that she had caused. She was alone now. How she wished for the earth to open up and conceal her in its folds and to numb the ceaseless pain. That pain, that terrible, heartrending pain was now her only companion as she journeyed deeper and deeper into the dark, thick and thorny jungle of remorse.

Her fatal mistake had destroyed her, had tainted her relationship with her most beloved person in the big bad world, most importantly, her fatal mistake had tarnished her image in her own eyes, brought her down on her knees with her head hung low and face shielded, by the curtain of her hair, from the world. Oh she could face the rest of the world, she was in fact, with the humility of a wrongdoer. In the days to come, people will forgive and forget, but the million-dollar question was how would she Forget and Forgive herself??

A Year Has Gone BY

2008-12-27T07:49:00.000-08:00

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

2008-12-16T02:41:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-20T13:25:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-14T12:02:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-08T12:40:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-01T10:27:00.000-07:00

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!!!

2008-10-31T06:56:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-27T08:33:00.000-07:00

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

2008-10-18T10:03:00.000-07:00

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!!