Give me what I dreamt of!

Even before my exams started , I was daydreaming of all the great places I could be interning at in November. I solemnly promised myself never to part from my sister’s mobile with its uber-cool camera, to keep clicking away taking all the great shots possible. I formulated in my mind how the upcoming few blogs of mine would be like: with ultra awesome pictures, and breath taking tales of me saving the human race from deadly diseases. I would be the ultimate heroine of the entire blogosphere. 😛

Alas! The so called heroine couldn’t even take care of her own self.

So  here I am: dreams all shattered; chances of rescuing the mankind lost; hope of writing at least ONE decent blog (with photos!) a distant thought now.

And what remains is Me and my bogus Blogging.

Enjoy 😛

Stuff in my Mind at 3:00 am

With being unable to sleep and a highly active mind, I  laid down and thought. And I thought for an indefinite time. Thought about things I came across in the past few months. Thought about what these situations taught me. And then I came up with this list of very random things. A very few might connect to it, but thats what I wrote after a verrrryyy looong time, so you might as well like it. 😛

 

• When the whole world turns its back towards you, its only Allah you’ll find to be ever closest.

 

• Everything is a matter of faith.

 

• On earth, its ONLY the parents that are selflessly yours.

 

• The grey matter needs to be oiled or it rusts.

 

• Constant illnesses are irksome.

 

• Life is difficult for the superstitious.

 

• Old age is scary

 

• Makeovers, though stupid, are FUN. 😛

 

• Marriage ceremonies are a waste of money.

 

• Nothing feels better than getting hold of the kid you love, and giving him bear hugs and smooches. 😛

 

• Nothing feels worse than watching those you love in trouble.

 

• Nothing is more secure than being in your dad’s arms. 🙂

 

• Loosing weight is difficult.

 

• Gaining- a little too easy. :S

 

• You need not be an owner of a blog with a lot of comments to be freshly pressed.

 

 

Sigh

Waithay Janeen Wath, Dukhando Dadho Thay

Saa Majlis ee Mutt, jay haasil hoo hazaar jo

-Shah Abdul Latif Bhitai

“Sitting with whom, gives you a lot of heart aches/ Change that gathering, even if it gives you thousands of benefits.”

“Beth k jin k sath, ho dukh bht / badal do woh mehfil, agarchay hazaar dey woh”

Back.

Yes, I am Back! I am done with my exams 😀

 

Its N’s birthday coming up. I am surprising him tomorrow-3 days early. Cake baked. Icing to be done. 🙂

 

Can’t think of anything more to write. :s

 

 

Away

The writer of this “fancy” blog is going to be away due to some cormmitments to her career, in short, her exams are here.

Till then.. Ciao!

Pissed off Love letter

O! I can never be like your mother,

But be assured that I care in my own ways.

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I may be pissed at you for something,

But it cannot stop me from loving you – Ever

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I may sound like a crazy old bitch,

But yes its true “I am forever yours”

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It may seem that I dont care well enough,

When all along it might be ME who needs some care

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You dont show, but I do know, all that your sweet heart contains,

But I would love if you would let it all out.. Just for me!

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And in the moments of separation, Its You!

Its only you who fills me! My mind, my heart, my soul.

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And it may not show on my bloody face,

But I miss all the joys of being with you

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And at the end of all this:

Its only You who i Love, cherish and want

and the rest of the world matters me not!

Epilogue: X thinks the swear words should go from this poem. I agree with her. They kind of ruin the romance. But i let it be how it is, after all its a Pissed off Love letter 🙂 😛

Hate

Hate how city situations are.

70 or more dead and the killing continues.

Hate the fact that my exams are near :S

Hate that N is acting crazy lately.

Hate how I am touchy nowadays.

Hate how much I love. Love hurts. Its better to hate :S

The Truth

Read this. You must now have a vague idea where I am going towards. . .

Ever noticed how women are portrayed as victims in our serial dramas? I hated to see women accepting whatever is being thrown at them by fate and by the men. Hermione of Winter’s Tale  or  Desdemona of Othello thats what they portray Pakistani women nowadays to be like.

Some time back I was of the point that surely this is not how woman nowadays behave. The woman of today does have the courage to speak up. But I was wrong and I was ignorant. This Still is the case of a majority of women. She is still being emotionally, psychologically and, in some cases, physically suppressed.The seemingly loving husband at one point or another does show the typical mentality of the society we all are a part of.

• A man refreshes in front of the idiot-box after a day at work. But there is no such thing as a long tiring day at job for a working woman. She has to feed the family and do other household chores too. After all its her duty : /
• A woman has to serve the mother and father in-law, and welcome in-law relatives with open arms and a huge plastered smile, to make them feel at home and to feed them till they burst. THIS is her duty too. But the same woman has to beg for only a day at her mom’s place. When she does get to go she has to face her husband’s changed attitude; on her way there and on the way back as well.
• A woman has to say Yes  to a day or two of cooking and acting a hostess to her hubby’s friends. But going out for dinner with her friends might be encountered with “some” problems and she might as well be better off at home than be at that bloody dinner.

And the list of endless examples go on…

People might say that I am being too harsh, I am being sexist or that I am talking of the past century. But I insist and I stand on what I say. Even in this era, women are still being victimized. And I am not talking about rural women here, apart from them,  also the very women who might be a very strict boss at job or a professor at a distinguished institution or a healer at a local hospital. Yes, even women of such poise and dignity are faced with similar, if not same, problems.

The reason they don’t raise their voices :

” Ghar say barh k kuch nahee hota. Shohar ki khushi say barh k koe khushi nahee. Shohar ko naraz karna ghar ka sukoon barbad karnay jesay h.”

And so for the peace of her home and the success of her relationship she endlessly sacrifices and forever endures.

It matters me not if you accept this or you don’t, but this IS the story of almost every house.

I remember what one of my teachers once said:

A Pakistani woman plays multiple roles. She is a Muslim when she tends her husband. She is a Hindu when she tends her in-laws. She is Western when she works outside her home. And a Pakistani woman is all of this.

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He. Me. Us. Everything is gonna be just fine.

Out loud thinking :/

When Oh when will I get good at titles for what i write??? :S I am pathetic