Little joys:

1. playing antashiri with your husband till 2 a.m.
2. asking stupid riddles and then laughing our heads off at the answers.
3. thanking God.

Love after love

This was the prologue of the book The Time Traveler's Wife.. It's quite honest and fairly easy to relate to. Here goes:

The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

By Derek Walcott

Please God, grant me health and forgive my sins.

Un ke dekhe se jo aa jati hai mun par ronaq,

Woh samajhtey hain keh beemar ka haal acha hai

-Ghalib

I feel like chop fallen. I want to retreat to my shell. Expectations from ppl are rarely met but then why do I keep expecting? Why don't I learn the hard way? After all that I have gone thru, I am still not bitter but I guess its a part of being young... we keep hoping... we keep expecting; once I am an old maid, I am sure I'll be quite a bitter and cynical one.

I guess reality has hit me hard again. I should thank you for that.

And reality continues to ruin my life.

What is optimism?', said Cacambo. 'Alas!' said Candide, 'it is the mania of maintaining that everything is well when we are wretched.'" (Candide, Voltaire)

Peace finally. Thank you God! Please, let it last forever.

Seriously, I should keep my big mouth shut!

With all the love in the world

You know the feeling when you discover that somebody actually stood up for you... especially when you are too weak to do that yourself. I can't thank you enuff for all the things you have done for me.

humbled and obliged!

God made her like a flower

a pretty one with a delicate form

nourished her soul with sunshine

with dew drops to quench her thirst

like a nectar divine

until someone came to pluck her

and to plant at his side

where there is no sunshine

but a stale gloomy air

and the flame of his love to survive

I just realized....

This blog is getting old and wise.

*points to the archive.*

Thank you all my readers for your comments and sticking to me through hard times.

Luv,

Today's Quote

"I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind."

- Emily Bronte

I need some space to breathe. I keep listening to her craps and now its eating me from inside. I cannot watch my favourite tv shows except for Q tv while the rest can watch whatever they like. And yeah, every bitter word she spits is to make me stronger (that's what she explained)...would somebody please tell her that she's making me like her - bitter and stone-hearted? Shouldn't her daughter think the same when her mother-in-law utters bitter words. No, she is suffering!

My mother-in-law

She doesn't do what she says and what she does, she never tells anybody.

Why God do I have to deal wid her? Please God, don't test my patience anymore. Please let me rest in peace. I don't want to see tomorrow please God, please.

A chat wid my sis:

Tuba: Life has changed.... from all directions.

xunz: Mine has turned upside down.

Really sad right now... can't describe. Words just don't seem to connect. No hope, no solution. Please God let there be tomorrow without me.

Kerry Lugar Bill

For a sum of 1.5 billion, it makes Pakistan USA's bitch.

Kerry Lugar got carried away!

Two intelligent cows...

U is studying (read copying) about forms of government these days and is posting (read pasting :p) his thoughts on fb. Some of them are:

FASCISM: You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of them and sells you the milk.

PURE COMMUNISM: You have two cows. Your neighbors help you take care of them, and you all share the milk.

RUSSIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government takes all the milk.

CAMBODIAN COMMUNISM: You have two cows. The government takes both of them and shoots you.

DICTATORSHIP: You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.

After reading them I couldn't help posting my views in terms of cows:

PAKISTANI DEMOCRACY: You no longer have any cow, the government lords own farms, hire you to take care of them, you still get no milk but government promises that in next 5 years, each man will be able to keep a cow and there will be sufficient milk for everybody to drink.

He: Why do you cry so much?

She: Because it's the privilege of being your wife.

Just stumbled upon this =)

100 Best Novels

Pakistan has other horrors that are way more horrible - the horrors of no bijli, no paani, no security; the horror of meeting the same people for the rest of your life. Capitalism is pretty low on my list. The horror of going back to my hometown only to find it ripped apart is way above it.

-Uns Mufti

Feeling better today.... though I'm still all wrapped up in warm clothes. The weather is changing. October is a fine month in Kuwait. A talk with sis, a cousin, an old student and couple of friends seemed very therapeutic =). Love them and miss them.

Time washes away my lifeline and erodes my soul and what is left is a void - a gaping hole.

Ache

Flu (or swine flue for that matter) is in the air. First my brother-in-law, then his two friends, then my two students and now its me. I m down with fever, sore throat and cold

Why am I finding hard to live with lies they told me?

Trust me, living among illiterate ppl is a real test of patience especially when they are women.

Today's thought

Romeo & Juliet died because of communication lag!

Married life has taken a steady course now and I am back to my normal habit (or rather abnormal) of staying up all night. Some things are destined to remain same. Again living among ppl yet remain isolated; separated by a glass wall... seeing ppl living their lives... trying to include me as well but I am to live alone. Some things are not to be changed.

Why does hope keep springing?

For you

There was a little boy
who had a little toy

When he was good
he was very very good

But when he was bad
he was horrid!

Raat yuun dil mein teri khoi hui yaad aayi;
Jaise viraanay mein chupkay se bahaar aa jaye;
Jaisay sehraaon mein hauley se chalay baad-e-naseem;
Jaisay beemaar ko be-waja qaraar aa jaye

- faiz ahmed faiz

May these vows and this marriage be blessed

Here are some of my wedding pics:



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Valima:

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who decided not to grow up

It's 3:33 a.m. but sleep seems to be the last thing on my mind... reading tweets, blogs and random stuff on wikipaedia

The only store I hit today was Liberty at Park Towers. Here goes my shopping list.. =D

1. Emma by Jane Austen
2. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
3. Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence
4. Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare

I am soo ecstatic!!!

Farewell

Went to school on Tuesday to bid farewell to kids and teachers.... took lots of pictures which I'll upload gradually. Meeting kids was the thing that made my day but though my eyes found pleasure, my heart skipped a beat because it was last time I was seeing them and I am not sure if they would remember me when they'd grow up... I guess that's the way of the world. Sad but true! Meanwhile I am posting some pictures of nursery kids here for my sweet memories which I hope delight you too.

Rija and Adina

The Chinese doll - Hamna

Fahad - a very sophisticated one

My cutie pie - Areej

Anael, Hamza & Maida - friendship never ends

Okay I am back again.... I have got nothing to say right now and I am tired of all this rant about long march. Its so depressing.... I wish we have cheerful to talk about.

I am posting something less depressing; pictures of the kids at my school.


Study time: Esa and Shaheer - Nursery kids



Friends forever:(left)Bakhtawar, Adnan, Atta and Shafia - K.G. 2 kids (my students)


Adnan and Rida


Happiness: Nursery and Playgroup kids

Khwab hein jo teri meri aankhon mein, saarey mitti mein mil jainge

- Mitti, Junoon