My teaching job is making me love kids. LOL!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Shaheer
My lovely friend's (Mimi's) lovely son. A cute, happy-go-lucky chap!
My teaching job is making me love kids. LOL!
My teaching job is making me love kids. LOL!
Mimi dropped by today. She is one of the amazing ladies at school and pretty much level-headed. And yeah, she has read more books than I have! =) I always enjoy being with her and like her kids: lougene and shaheer; both are lovely!
We had great time together. It's nice to open up to someone who understands you and is not into worldly things. I think I have been lucky with friends. She gave me some good advices regarding married life. Married women talk! =p
We had great time together. It's nice to open up to someone who understands you and is not into worldly things. I think I have been lucky with friends. She gave me some good advices regarding married life. Married women talk! =p
To Whom It May Concern…
Asking almost everyone in the party to take my snap is not cool. Though I enjoy attention as much as you like taking my photographs =p, but please, I had other things to do as well at the dinner than posing for your pictures. And if I didn't say anything, it was just because I was being polite and you were trying my patience. Apart from being your wife who you can not take home (since its only nikah), I am a mean and horrible person and can be really bitchy if you keep trying to mess with me.
Why do girls enter into marriage with romantic ideas?
Why do girls enter into marriage with romantic ideas?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
A dream…
Sitting in a car at night, she looked around. The houses marked the residential area of the campus. Nobody was there and it was a full moon night.
The house she entered presented a look of medieval era. The lounge consisted of sofas having waxen upholstery, rich carpet and lamps. She found her little sis lying down on the sofa. She moved past the dining room and opened the door to find another lounge almost same as the previous one. Another lounge appeared when she opened the door. The house was a labyrinth of similar rooms. She seemed lost.
Standing near the door of what appeared to be a drawing furnished with modern furniture, she saw her classmates watching TV. They were three in all, with two being her friends. She immediately recognized them as: Eddie (who had recently married his girlfriend), Lamba and Syed'z. She asked Lamba to show the way thru the house. He immediately stood up. Typical of him, she thought and smiled. They left the drawing room thru another way out and entered dining room. It was also richly furnished with a modish look.
Lamba showed her what she was looking for - a garden where her wedding would take place.
She found herself sitting in some restaurant-looking place with her two lady friends: uffera and nazia. Nazia, who was sitting on her right, was making gestures. She turned left and saw her bitchy colleague S. No doubt, that bitch was telling something about her to nazia. Then S rushed to uffera and told the same thing in her ear. She heard it but pretended to ignore. Enraged, she gulped down pepsi and left with Lamba who had come to take her.
The house she entered presented a look of medieval era. The lounge consisted of sofas having waxen upholstery, rich carpet and lamps. She found her little sis lying down on the sofa. She moved past the dining room and opened the door to find another lounge almost same as the previous one. Another lounge appeared when she opened the door. The house was a labyrinth of similar rooms. She seemed lost.
Standing near the door of what appeared to be a drawing furnished with modern furniture, she saw her classmates watching TV. They were three in all, with two being her friends. She immediately recognized them as: Eddie (who had recently married his girlfriend), Lamba and Syed'z. She asked Lamba to show the way thru the house. He immediately stood up. Typical of him, she thought and smiled. They left the drawing room thru another way out and entered dining room. It was also richly furnished with a modish look.
Lamba showed her what she was looking for - a garden where her wedding would take place.
She found herself sitting in some restaurant-looking place with her two lady friends: uffera and nazia. Nazia, who was sitting on her right, was making gestures. She turned left and saw her bitchy colleague S. No doubt, that bitch was telling something about her to nazia. Then S rushed to uffera and told the same thing in her ear. She heard it but pretended to ignore. Enraged, she gulped down pepsi and left with Lamba who had come to take her.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
All those lucky souls, who have read J.K. Rowling's last book The Deathly Hollow, are requested to keep the matters of the book secret.
I remember last time; my junior Xeni asked me if I had read the book and when I told him that I had just started, he was like Oh! Dumbledore mar gaya hai!!! And I was totally devastated. So, please people don't ruin our suspense and fun this time, we can wait but please don't tell us the tale.
Some hopeful thoughts of the day:
1. I will get tickets to watch KKL (Khuda Ke Lye) at Cineplex
soon, given current situation with all cinemas are house full,
it would be a month before I'll manage to get one.
2. Sis will present me The Deathly Hollow on my birthday
3. My husband will buy me ipod for my birthday.
I remember last time; my junior Xeni asked me if I had read the book and when I told him that I had just started, he was like Oh! Dumbledore mar gaya hai!!! And I was totally devastated. So, please people don't ruin our suspense and fun this time, we can wait but please don't tell us the tale.
Some hopeful thoughts of the day:
1. I will get tickets to watch KKL (Khuda Ke Lye) at Cineplex
soon, given current situation with all cinemas are house full,
it would be a month before I'll manage to get one.
2. Sis will present me The Deathly Hollow on my birthday
3. My husband will buy me ipod for my birthday.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Married Bliss
I am now what they call nikah shuda =D. Spent whole Saturday dozing off. Last two days before nikah were quite hectic. Apart from being busy I was sleepless and restless. And Friday was completely full with the nuptial things…. bridal, makeover and whatnot. Finally, it's all done now. Thank God everything went fine.
The pivotal moment in my life was when I was signing papers. For someone pagan like me (yeah, that's what U thinks =D), I had never imagined that I'll go thru what my friends had called it - a spiritual nirvana. Almost all my friends and cousins asked me to pray for them after breaking the news that angels come down at the very time of nikah.
I remember my elder mamoo coming along with maulvi sahib, my parents and second mamoo in the bride room. They all appeared to be in hurry since time was quarter to 12. I started breathing deeply. I didn't hear a single word my elder mamoo (both mamoo were the witnesses) had said when he came for permission. Then he said loudly: jawab do and everybody started looking at me … tears started running down my cheeks. I just nodded and saw sis T weeping. But when I had nodded for the second time, my mamoo was like you have to say 'yes'. So, third time I said jee and then with tearful eyes I looked at mom sitting beside me, she was crying and I tried to hold her hand but she rushed to her cousin. It was over! No pictures taken! Maybe because of the sanctity of the moment or that's what I was told. I signed the papers (hope my all signatures match) and prayed for muskan. When all men had left, my cousins rushed to my side telling me to stop weeping as it would ruin my otherwise perfect make-up. Then I heard maulvi sahib praying outside and it was then I went thru this eccentric feeling. I silently prayed for everybody – starting from my friends and cousins and ending with my sisters and family. My brain was processing quickly – first their faces appeared and their problems. Though I didn't utter a word but my whole being was in state of prayer. I even prayed for my bitchy rival colleague S and her less bitchy friend N and sab, who had also contributed in making my life hell at school. But then, I didn't feel any animosity. It was as if my soul has suddenly become devoid of evil emotions. A catharsis! I am not sure if angels were present on the earth but I definitely wasn't!
P.S. No feeling of goodwill towards them now =p. Especially after registering the news that S called muskan all the way from thatta or from some godforsaken place on the event's night, just to make sure that muskan wasn't invited along with her. And after discovering my boutique that desperate wannabe has started shopping from there as well. I'll get back at her soon!!!
The pivotal moment in my life was when I was signing papers. For someone pagan like me (yeah, that's what U thinks =D), I had never imagined that I'll go thru what my friends had called it - a spiritual nirvana. Almost all my friends and cousins asked me to pray for them after breaking the news that angels come down at the very time of nikah.
I remember my elder mamoo coming along with maulvi sahib, my parents and second mamoo in the bride room. They all appeared to be in hurry since time was quarter to 12. I started breathing deeply. I didn't hear a single word my elder mamoo (both mamoo were the witnesses) had said when he came for permission. Then he said loudly: jawab do and everybody started looking at me … tears started running down my cheeks. I just nodded and saw sis T weeping. But when I had nodded for the second time, my mamoo was like you have to say 'yes'. So, third time I said jee and then with tearful eyes I looked at mom sitting beside me, she was crying and I tried to hold her hand but she rushed to her cousin. It was over! No pictures taken! Maybe because of the sanctity of the moment or that's what I was told. I signed the papers (hope my all signatures match) and prayed for muskan. When all men had left, my cousins rushed to my side telling me to stop weeping as it would ruin my otherwise perfect make-up. Then I heard maulvi sahib praying outside and it was then I went thru this eccentric feeling. I silently prayed for everybody – starting from my friends and cousins and ending with my sisters and family. My brain was processing quickly – first their faces appeared and their problems. Though I didn't utter a word but my whole being was in state of prayer. I even prayed for my bitchy rival colleague S and her less bitchy friend N and sab, who had also contributed in making my life hell at school. But then, I didn't feel any animosity. It was as if my soul has suddenly become devoid of evil emotions. A catharsis! I am not sure if angels were present on the earth but I definitely wasn't!
P.S. No feeling of goodwill towards them now =p. Especially after registering the news that S called muskan all the way from thatta or from some godforsaken place on the event's night, just to make sure that muskan wasn't invited along with her. And after discovering my boutique that desperate wannabe has started shopping from there as well. I'll get back at her soon!!!
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
I can't believe that I am typing with my mehndi-coated fingers. It's going to be the big day in the morning. My heart is full. My mind is restless. To enter into a life-time relationship with someone you barely know is not easy.
Sometimes, I wonder why God created me that way. Why do I always think about others before taking any decision in case it might not hurt them?
I devoted almost whole day to mehndi. First went to Tahira's place as she is back in town, to give invitation. This woman is getting prettier with time. Her daughter is as adorable as she was before (check in archives). After that, muskan and I headed for Meena Bazaar for mehndi.
Sometimes, I wonder why God created me that way. Why do I always think about others before taking any decision in case it might not hurt them?
I devoted almost whole day to mehndi. First went to Tahira's place as she is back in town, to give invitation. This woman is getting prettier with time. Her daughter is as adorable as she was before (check in archives). After that, muskan and I headed for Meena Bazaar for mehndi.
Monday, July 16, 2007
After much procrastination, I decided to give invitations to my friends, something I had intended to do on phone before. Went to Jav's place first where I, Saadi and Jav had great time talking and I had almost forgotten my appointment with Sheeb. From politics to my wedding, we talked about almost everything in an hour and half. Starting from a smaller sphere of life that is, my wedding; the conversation moved swiftly to bigger spheres that is, what is happening to other people around us and then finally to our country's politics. The hottest issue Lal Masjid became the topic of debate between the three of us with me and Jav, being pro-Mush and Saadi, being anti. It was an interesting discussion as nobody supported Ghazi brothers. That's where moderate Pakistanis stand average. Though they don't support Ghazi brothers' radical views about Islam but they aren't happy about the way Musharraf tackled the perilous matter.
After saying goodbye to these goodie goodie girls I went to meet Sheeb. Pak Towers is the only place where Sheeb and I like to hang out together.
After saying goodbye to these goodie goodie girls I went to meet Sheeb. Pak Towers is the only place where Sheeb and I like to hang out together.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Top 5 signs you should call for a breakup:
• He is screwing some polish girl in UK
• He keeps promising to marry but it's been 3 years (there's no use sticking to that old bad lot)
• He has stopped calling, you call him now
• He keeps bossing about (and don't quit your job when he asks to)
• He takes you for granted and tries to emotionally blackmail when you ask him to split up
When going gets tough it's no use to keep going. It's better to be single than being hooked up with losers.
• He is screwing some polish girl in UK
• He keeps promising to marry but it's been 3 years (there's no use sticking to that old bad lot)
• He has stopped calling, you call him now
• He keeps bossing about (and don't quit your job when he asks to)
• He takes you for granted and tries to emotionally blackmail when you ask him to split up
When going gets tough it's no use to keep going. It's better to be single than being hooked up with losers.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
You know that point in your life when you have to choose between your dreams and the dreams of those around you. Since I have decided in favor of the latter, I can't help thinking about my supposedly 'new' life. My life has always been a labyrinth full of hazy turns.
Why? If… ? I have stopped asking questions, the answers to which I am sure, I will never get.
It's hard to pursue your goal of happiness when others are not happy with it. Maybe that's what I like to think because I can't take a stand for myself and I never will. For others, I am always willing and able. Can't comprehend this! My skills and services have always been for philanthropy.
Why? If… ? I have stopped asking questions, the answers to which I am sure, I will never get.
It's hard to pursue your goal of happiness when others are not happy with it. Maybe that's what I like to think because I can't take a stand for myself and I never will. For others, I am always willing and able. Can't comprehend this! My skills and services have always been for philanthropy.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Hail Roger!
He has done it! He has done it! Five titles in a row!!!
And eleven Grand Slams! Yaaay…
Oh, Lord! It was such a thrilling match.
"To hold the trophy is always the best thing." - Federer
And eleven Grand Slams! Yaaay…
Oh, Lord! It was such a thrilling match.
"To hold the trophy is always the best thing." - Federer
Friday, July 06, 2007
Finally I am done with writing names on the cards. Well, I did make some blunders because it all seems so confusing when you have to write only 'Mr.' or 'Mrs.' for some guests, I mean why don't these people find a mister or mistress for themselves so that my job could be more easier?
My father has a great choice. I like the design …it looks artistic.
My father has a great choice. I like the design …it looks artistic.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
What hurts the most…..
My legs hurt. My feet hurt. My arms hurt. My shoulders hurt and worst of all is the heartache!
Things to do:
1. Take care of my diet
2. don't stay up whole night… yes, I am insomniac
3. think about taking driving test, seeing as I'm 23 with no permit nor license
4. stop thinking about how fucked up my life is… because that's the way things are right now…remember your tarot card reading xuni?
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
Things to do:
1. Take care of my diet
2. don't stay up whole night… yes, I am insomniac
3. think about taking driving test, seeing as I'm 23 with no permit nor license
4. stop thinking about how fucked up my life is… because that's the way things are right now…remember your tarot card reading xuni?
It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I’m doin’ It
It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone
Still Harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
Water poisoning!
Another month passed and I didn't write anything for my students. The story still lingers in my mind. Anyways, today was just another rotten day of my life. I have plenty of such days, in fact all of them are worse with few exceptions, so this one will be rated on the lowest level because I had a nice time talking to muskan and I told her things that I never told anyone at school. Yeah, I know I stepped out of my carapace but readers; I do that sometimes when I feel it's hard to pretend I am okay.
Karachiites are going through weird moods of Nature. Today's weather was awfully hot and humid. We went to uni though I told muskan that I am not interested in submitting form for a year old degree, but she considered it necessary and since she also had to get claim form, I agreed to go. What happened there and what we suffered is useless to describe as anyone who has studied in or even entered ku, which includes almost everyone in Karachi, has known tragedy. Some things never change about ku!
On getting home, I discovered that mom wants to go shopping with sis and I am supposed to go along. But the 'ultra-hygienic' water I drank from cooler there caused incessant vomiting so I was spared the torment of walking after marathon walk at uni.
Karachiites are going through weird moods of Nature. Today's weather was awfully hot and humid. We went to uni though I told muskan that I am not interested in submitting form for a year old degree, but she considered it necessary and since she also had to get claim form, I agreed to go. What happened there and what we suffered is useless to describe as anyone who has studied in or even entered ku, which includes almost everyone in Karachi, has known tragedy. Some things never change about ku!
On getting home, I discovered that mom wants to go shopping with sis and I am supposed to go along. But the 'ultra-hygienic' water I drank from cooler there caused incessant vomiting so I was spared the torment of walking after marathon walk at uni.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Matrimony
Ladies and gentlemen! I am going to announce the news that I registered nine hours ago. Here it is: It has been decided and settled finally that I am going to get married exactly after eighteen days that is, on Friday, 20th July, 2007.
All I need is time… a couple of more years, but it's hard to explain these things to your parents especially if you have an ailing father. That's why I didn't argue much this time.
All I need is time… a couple of more years, but it's hard to explain these things to your parents especially if you have an ailing father. That's why I didn't argue much this time.
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