Lucky We Are

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

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!

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!!

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!!!

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

Why ???

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

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!!