Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
2 aur Duo Char
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 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
Friday, January 2, 2009
Irrepareable Damage
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??
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??
Saturday, December 27, 2008
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??
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??
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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
i humbly tag:
moby
summer
e.t
seher
poisoned apple
a. joe
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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...
Friday, November 14, 2008
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!!!!
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!!!!
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