Happy Thought….
Eid’s coming
Worrying Thought…
I will have to kill the tailor if he messes up my dress or worse does not make it ON time!
Happy Thought….
I got the UK visa….YAAAAY…….
Worrying Thoughts:
1. Hope we (AM & me) get enough time off work
2. Hope we manage the finances better than our trip to Egypt
Thursday, September 25, 2008
A Small Story
The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the water close to Japan has not held many fish for decades.
So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring the fish. If the return trip took more time, the fish were not fresh.
To solve this problem, fish companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen fish. And they did not like the taste of frozen fish.
The frozen fish brought a lower price. So, fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin.
After a little thrashing around, they were tired, dull, and lost their fresh-fish taste. The fishing industry faced an impending crisis!
But today, they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan
. How did they manage?
To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks but with a small shark.
The fish are challenged and hence are constantly on the move. The challenge they face keeps them alive and fresh!
Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired and dull?
Basically in our lives, sharks are new challenges to keep us active. If you are steadily conquering challenges, you are happy.
Your challenges keep you energized. Don't create success and revel in it in a state of inertia.
You have the resources, skills and abilities to make a difference.
Put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go!
'Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character' - Albert Einstein
So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring the fish. If the return trip took more time, the fish were not fresh.
To solve this problem, fish companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen fish. And they did not like the taste of frozen fish.
The frozen fish brought a lower price. So, fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin.
After a little thrashing around, they were tired, dull, and lost their fresh-fish taste. The fishing industry faced an impending crisis!
But today, they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan
. How did they manage?
To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks but with a small shark.
The fish are challenged and hence are constantly on the move. The challenge they face keeps them alive and fresh!
Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired and dull?
Basically in our lives, sharks are new challenges to keep us active. If you are steadily conquering challenges, you are happy.
Your challenges keep you energized. Don't create success and revel in it in a state of inertia.
You have the resources, skills and abilities to make a difference.
Put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go!
'Weakness of attitude becomes weakness of character' - Albert Einstein
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I was just wondering…………….
What if I was visiting my Khala and Mamu in Islamabad as I have been wanting and planning to ever since my shadi
What if we all had gone for Aftari….
What if we had gone to Marriott……
And we had followed aftari with Dinner….
And then there was this big Blast….
Who would have survived….
Who would have taken care of my blog……………..
Who are these terrorist? What do they want? Why do they want to deprive us of peace of mind? Why do want to scare us so that we cannot even go for shopping for eid?
Who are the people with masks that blow themselves up? Why do they do it? Who brainwashes them? Would any sane person blow him/her self up? I know I wouldn’t. Would you?
You know I read somewhere that God does not like people who do zulm on themselves.
Remember the movie “Dil Say”…..
Even she dint want to ………….but she did!!
Are these terrorist not brothers, sons, and husbands of someone? Do they not have a heart? Does their mother cry when she finds out that her son has blown himself up?
How come that no one has ever claimed that it was his/ her son, brother, husband who blew himself? (Remember the head of the suicide bomber is always recovered and it is easily recognizable)
Some say they come from Afghanistan, some say they are RAW. I do not know.
Here a new story that has been forwarded to me. I would have liked to put the story down as it is but the narration is in Urdu and many people might not get it. So I will give a snopsot of the 2 page article. The article stated that Mr. Hafeez, a lawyer by profession was on his way to lunch when he noticed a gori holding a Pakistani baby in one hand and puffing smoke onto his face. He couldn’t resist knowing what was happening so he went up to her and asked her who she was and what she was doing here? She replied that she had come from Malta and was going to adopt this child and take the child back with her. Mr. Hafeez was shocked to say the least because being a lawyer he knew that the Pakistani Law does not allow adoptions of Pakistani babies by foreigners. He changed his lunch plan and entered the court where he saw seven other gora/ gori’s each holding a baby. He went to his colleague’s room and asked him what was all this about. The colleague having a gupshup with his other friends was irritated with his questions and tried to snub him off. But Mr. Hafeez was angered to see all of this and demanded an explanation to which his colleage said that these babies have been put forward for adaptation by a so and so NGO and these people have come forward to adopt them. Mr. Hafeez could not stand the thought of letting go of seven babies in the hands of some foreigners who would use them for child labour, child abuse, and take out their body parts and sell them or some unthinkable crime. So he said that he is willing to take adotion of all these children. The case went on for three years during which he was offered upto Rs. 3 cuore to give up the case. But Mr. Hafeez and his wife stood steadfast. During this time period he reseached and found that about 23,000/- ; yes you read it correct ….23,000/- Pakistani babies have been given up for adoption to unknown foreigners. When the address of the NGO was checked it turned out to be nothing more than a piece of land.
The author of the article,Mr. Hafeez himself, wondered what had become of all these babies. May be the unknown young individuals that blow themselves originate from here. Maybe!
What if we all had gone for Aftari….
What if we had gone to Marriott……
And we had followed aftari with Dinner….
And then there was this big Blast….
Who would have survived….
Who would have taken care of my blog……………..
Who are these terrorist? What do they want? Why do they want to deprive us of peace of mind? Why do want to scare us so that we cannot even go for shopping for eid?
Who are the people with masks that blow themselves up? Why do they do it? Who brainwashes them? Would any sane person blow him/her self up? I know I wouldn’t. Would you?
You know I read somewhere that God does not like people who do zulm on themselves.
Remember the movie “Dil Say”…..
Even she dint want to ………….but she did!!
Are these terrorist not brothers, sons, and husbands of someone? Do they not have a heart? Does their mother cry when she finds out that her son has blown himself up?
How come that no one has ever claimed that it was his/ her son, brother, husband who blew himself? (Remember the head of the suicide bomber is always recovered and it is easily recognizable)
Some say they come from Afghanistan, some say they are RAW. I do not know.
Here a new story that has been forwarded to me. I would have liked to put the story down as it is but the narration is in Urdu and many people might not get it. So I will give a snopsot of the 2 page article. The article stated that Mr. Hafeez, a lawyer by profession was on his way to lunch when he noticed a gori holding a Pakistani baby in one hand and puffing smoke onto his face. He couldn’t resist knowing what was happening so he went up to her and asked her who she was and what she was doing here? She replied that she had come from Malta and was going to adopt this child and take the child back with her. Mr. Hafeez was shocked to say the least because being a lawyer he knew that the Pakistani Law does not allow adoptions of Pakistani babies by foreigners. He changed his lunch plan and entered the court where he saw seven other gora/ gori’s each holding a baby. He went to his colleague’s room and asked him what was all this about. The colleague having a gupshup with his other friends was irritated with his questions and tried to snub him off. But Mr. Hafeez was angered to see all of this and demanded an explanation to which his colleage said that these babies have been put forward for adaptation by a so and so NGO and these people have come forward to adopt them. Mr. Hafeez could not stand the thought of letting go of seven babies in the hands of some foreigners who would use them for child labour, child abuse, and take out their body parts and sell them or some unthinkable crime. So he said that he is willing to take adotion of all these children. The case went on for three years during which he was offered upto Rs. 3 cuore to give up the case. But Mr. Hafeez and his wife stood steadfast. During this time period he reseached and found that about 23,000/- ; yes you read it correct ….23,000/- Pakistani babies have been given up for adoption to unknown foreigners. When the address of the NGO was checked it turned out to be nothing more than a piece of land.
The author of the article,Mr. Hafeez himself, wondered what had become of all these babies. May be the unknown young individuals that blow themselves originate from here. Maybe!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
What’s wrong with me? What is wrong with me?
Lately I have turned into a grumping machine. I complain. I get upset on every little thing. I feel sad. I am not happy. No matter what I do to cheer myself up like go out shopping, go for dinner, go for a drive, watch a movie, watch my favs on Star world……..I am just not happy. I dnt remember the last time I laughed. And mind you I have or used to have a very cheerful and bouncy personality. My friends used to make fun on me that I can get hi on 2 two cups of tea and hence after end of exams the famous slogan “du chai(two tea) ho jaye”!! But now even two cups of tea make me happy.
Everything is fine at work. I am not over worked and underpaid. The timings are perfect. And I am doing pretty well here. Hubby gee loves me a lot and does everything that he can to make me happy. But I fail to understand why is it that I get upset every time the following things happen:
I am in the kitchen with Lady Z helping me around as both hurriedly prepare sehri. Hubby gee half awake half sleeping on the couch. As garma garm parathas and fried eggs make their way to the table, they disappear before you can say disappear. And all this time I am feeling fine. Hell more than fine. I am proud of myself as someone who was dependent of her mom for breakfast till like 6 months back can now take care of 5 people. I feel heroic. And as I wash the atta (wheat) off my hands and am embarking the journay from the kitchen to the dinning table I hear these words from hubby gee “ wo zarah garma garm chai tu bana du”. And that’s it. This is the time when I loose it. Hell man I have been standing making parathas while you have been dosing on the couch and when I want to eat u want TEA! Even though I dnt make the tea and the Chota makes it, I feel bad inside. Though I do not show it but I feel BAD.
Secondly I do not like people who preach to others but themselves so not follow themselves. There is a word for these people. What is it, a hypocrite? You tell others that do not make the domestic help (chota) work to much and while you warm the couch you tell him to bring water for you, to bring the remote for you which mind you is lying on the centre table!!! And u, yes YOU tell other to take care of chota!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
WHY, just why do you expect that the dear wife to come back from work with roza and head straight to the kitchen while you head towards the bed / couch! Note the problem is not with wife going to kitchen but the problem is with her in the kitchen while you on the couch!! You ask what I am supposed to do. Dance for all that I care but don’t DO NOT sit in front of the tv on the couch with AC while the wife is in the kitchen being baked. AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
And after all of this and more, afer making her feel miserable you wanther to have a cheerful outlook and be happy!!! God Damn it! Are you human? Do u feel? Why are you so insensitive?
Yesterday I watched “Rock On” in order to relax myself and spend some good time together and you dose off!!And the you ask me why am I upset!!AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
If I did so much of screaming in real life I guess I could be auditioned for tarzan’s voice over while he swings from one tree to another.
Hence I am sad. I am not happy. Though I try to forget all these little things but they bounce back the very next time the same happens. And you know what the worst part is; I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!
I miss being able to crack jokes and people getting them in the first place without me having to explain, killingthe humor along.
I miss being able to be ME. But sometimes I think I do not even k now myself, anymore
Everything is fine at work. I am not over worked and underpaid. The timings are perfect. And I am doing pretty well here. Hubby gee loves me a lot and does everything that he can to make me happy. But I fail to understand why is it that I get upset every time the following things happen:
I am in the kitchen with Lady Z helping me around as both hurriedly prepare sehri. Hubby gee half awake half sleeping on the couch. As garma garm parathas and fried eggs make their way to the table, they disappear before you can say disappear. And all this time I am feeling fine. Hell more than fine. I am proud of myself as someone who was dependent of her mom for breakfast till like 6 months back can now take care of 5 people. I feel heroic. And as I wash the atta (wheat) off my hands and am embarking the journay from the kitchen to the dinning table I hear these words from hubby gee “ wo zarah garma garm chai tu bana du”. And that’s it. This is the time when I loose it. Hell man I have been standing making parathas while you have been dosing on the couch and when I want to eat u want TEA! Even though I dnt make the tea and the Chota makes it, I feel bad inside. Though I do not show it but I feel BAD.
Secondly I do not like people who preach to others but themselves so not follow themselves. There is a word for these people. What is it, a hypocrite? You tell others that do not make the domestic help (chota) work to much and while you warm the couch you tell him to bring water for you, to bring the remote for you which mind you is lying on the centre table!!! And u, yes YOU tell other to take care of chota!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
WHY, just why do you expect that the dear wife to come back from work with roza and head straight to the kitchen while you head towards the bed / couch! Note the problem is not with wife going to kitchen but the problem is with her in the kitchen while you on the couch!! You ask what I am supposed to do. Dance for all that I care but don’t DO NOT sit in front of the tv on the couch with AC while the wife is in the kitchen being baked. AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
And after all of this and more, afer making her feel miserable you wanther to have a cheerful outlook and be happy!!! God Damn it! Are you human? Do u feel? Why are you so insensitive?
Yesterday I watched “Rock On” in order to relax myself and spend some good time together and you dose off!!And the you ask me why am I upset!!AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
If I did so much of screaming in real life I guess I could be auditioned for tarzan’s voice over while he swings from one tree to another.
Hence I am sad. I am not happy. Though I try to forget all these little things but they bounce back the very next time the same happens. And you know what the worst part is; I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!
I miss being able to crack jokes and people getting them in the first place without me having to explain, killingthe humor along.
I miss being able to be ME. But sometimes I think I do not even k now myself, anymore
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Rooh Afzah!!!
Is it not amazing how we can abstain from eating drinking all day long during the whole month of Ramzan i.e. complete 30 days. It is amazing because when it’s not Ramzan if we are not able to have our lunch during the lunch break, the rest of the day is spent with a headache till we get something to fill our stomachs. But during Ramzan patience takes over completely. Even with temperatures as high as 38 to 40 Degrees Centigrade outside we still do not drink water. I have never ever till now heard of anyone who broke his or her fast in the middle. Its amazing. My little 14 year old cousin to my 75+ Year old nano, all fast. Except my grandfather this year is not fasting because his health does not allow him to. For me Ramzan teaches me quite a few things. For example:
It’s amazing to get up early in the morning. These whole 30 days I will get up at 5 o clock in the morning. And since I have to get up early I try my best to be asleep by 11 max 12 o clock. The cool wind, the fajr Azan, the chirping birds, the sunrise, the sight of sunlight hitting the greem plants and trees…..WOW!
During Ramzan I try to avoid all kinds of soft drinks. I know it’s not a rule but since last year I have been avoiding soft drinks during ramzans. So the only liquid intakes I get are water, juices and milk. Its very though provoking that why do I take soft drinks at all year round. The feeling is of have a cleaned inside. Both spiritually and digestively.
The aftari. The samosas, pakoras, fruit chart and the rooh afza!! I cannout imagine a aftari without these. After fasting for 13 hours when the maghrib azan is called out, as you take the first date and the first sips of rooh afza, and you feel the drink going down your throat and you get this feeling, of…..i dnt k now what to call this feeling but its so sacred. Nothing in the world can be compared to this feeling.
Patience. During Ramzan I tend to talk less. And I automatically become a bit more patient. I am patient when there is a que at the supermarket and I have to wait in line for my turn. I become patient when I m stuck with a red signal light. I am patient when a officer at work denies to input data for me. Surprisingly I am still patient when my dear hubby spills all his ties on the bed to chose which one to wear every morning, takes out 5 belts to choose from and never ever puts these things back where they should be. Now that’s really patient of me!(but only for Ramzan, because its automatic)
Eid and it prep. As the Ramzan proceeds the favorite topic of every one around is what dress to make for the eid, whether to put mehndi and the sweet dishes to make and the relatives to visit. The harmony, the excitement, the charm of Eid is very special.
But there are a few things that I see around during Ramzan that break my heart:
People not fasting because they smoke and they just cannot quit during Ramzan or people fasting but smoking too giving their own made up reasons as “jo andar jata hai wo bahir ajata hai”. Tu bhai app khana kha kay vomit ker du…iss say bhe roza ho jayeee ga app ka kai (Angry Face).
People being lazy at work saying that its Ramzan and they want to take it easy. Hey dude its not that you have to conquer the world, its your work. Please do not make Ramzan as an excuse for not working.
People keep rozas without sehri as a practice. I mean why cant you just get up and have something to eat instead of just sleeping all along and then getting up late to keep the fast without sehri.
People tend to become very sensitive and start losing their temper very fast.
People put to much food in their plates at aftari and they cannot finish that and hence a lot of the food gets wasted.
Though would like to continue but Now am off to bazaar to get myself a pretty dress for eid.
Chao
It’s amazing to get up early in the morning. These whole 30 days I will get up at 5 o clock in the morning. And since I have to get up early I try my best to be asleep by 11 max 12 o clock. The cool wind, the fajr Azan, the chirping birds, the sunrise, the sight of sunlight hitting the greem plants and trees…..WOW!
During Ramzan I try to avoid all kinds of soft drinks. I know it’s not a rule but since last year I have been avoiding soft drinks during ramzans. So the only liquid intakes I get are water, juices and milk. Its very though provoking that why do I take soft drinks at all year round. The feeling is of have a cleaned inside. Both spiritually and digestively.
The aftari. The samosas, pakoras, fruit chart and the rooh afza!! I cannout imagine a aftari without these. After fasting for 13 hours when the maghrib azan is called out, as you take the first date and the first sips of rooh afza, and you feel the drink going down your throat and you get this feeling, of…..i dnt k now what to call this feeling but its so sacred. Nothing in the world can be compared to this feeling.
Patience. During Ramzan I tend to talk less. And I automatically become a bit more patient. I am patient when there is a que at the supermarket and I have to wait in line for my turn. I become patient when I m stuck with a red signal light. I am patient when a officer at work denies to input data for me. Surprisingly I am still patient when my dear hubby spills all his ties on the bed to chose which one to wear every morning, takes out 5 belts to choose from and never ever puts these things back where they should be. Now that’s really patient of me!(but only for Ramzan, because its automatic)
Eid and it prep. As the Ramzan proceeds the favorite topic of every one around is what dress to make for the eid, whether to put mehndi and the sweet dishes to make and the relatives to visit. The harmony, the excitement, the charm of Eid is very special.
But there are a few things that I see around during Ramzan that break my heart:
People not fasting because they smoke and they just cannot quit during Ramzan or people fasting but smoking too giving their own made up reasons as “jo andar jata hai wo bahir ajata hai”. Tu bhai app khana kha kay vomit ker du…iss say bhe roza ho jayeee ga app ka kai (Angry Face).
People being lazy at work saying that its Ramzan and they want to take it easy. Hey dude its not that you have to conquer the world, its your work. Please do not make Ramzan as an excuse for not working.
People keep rozas without sehri as a practice. I mean why cant you just get up and have something to eat instead of just sleeping all along and then getting up late to keep the fast without sehri.
People tend to become very sensitive and start losing their temper very fast.
People put to much food in their plates at aftari and they cannot finish that and hence a lot of the food gets wasted.
Though would like to continue but Now am off to bazaar to get myself a pretty dress for eid.
Chao
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Of the Childern.....I want
Of the three children that i want tohave i want, one of them to study from Lincoln's Inn.
Don't know about the rest of the two yet. Will update when something clicks.
Don't know about the rest of the two yet. Will update when something clicks.
People I want
People i want to read about:
1. Hazrat Ali
2. Quaid e Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah
People i want to read:
1. Dr. Allama Muhammad Iqbal
2. Omar Khayyam
3. Ghalib
4. Ibn e Batuta
1. Hazrat Ali
2. Quaid e Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah
People i want to read:
1. Dr. Allama Muhammad Iqbal
2. Omar Khayyam
3. Ghalib
4. Ibn e Batuta
New World Order
This is a breaking news of all the culprit,dagabaaz, dhokaybaaz,rishwat laynay walay *&^% insaan!!you ....you *&^%$# can become the president of a state when no one...........no one wants u to even alive as is apparent by this mail being circulated all over the country!!
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This test only has one question, but it's a very important one.
By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally.
The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous. Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.
THE SITUATION: You are in Sindh, Larkana to be specific. There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. You are a photo-journalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of his epic disaster. The situation is nearlyhopeless. You're trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses and people swirling around you, some disappearing into the water. Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury.
THE TEST: Suddenly, you see a man in the water.He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris.You move closer... Somehow, the man looks familiar...You suddenly realize who it is... It is Asif Ali Zardari!You notice that the raging waters are about to take him under forever.You have two options: You can save the life of Zardari, or, you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the country's most powerful men!
THE QUESTION: Here's the question, and please give an honest answer... Would you select high contrast colour film, or, would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?
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The famous mail being circulated showing the true sentiments of majority
This test only has one question, but it's a very important one.
By giving an honest answer, you will discover where you stand morally.
The test features an unlikely, completely fictional situation in which you will have to make a decision. Remember that your answer needs to be honest, yet spontaneous. Please scroll down slowly and give due consideration to each line.
THE SITUATION: You are in Sindh, Larkana to be specific. There is chaos all around you caused by a hurricane with severe flooding. You are a photo-journalist working for a major newspaper, and you're caught in the middle of his epic disaster. The situation is nearlyhopeless. You're trying to shoot career-making photos. There are houses and people swirling around you, some disappearing into the water. Nature is unleashing all of its destructive fury.
THE TEST: Suddenly, you see a man in the water.He is fighting for his life, trying not to be taken down with the debris.You move closer... Somehow, the man looks familiar...You suddenly realize who it is... It is Asif Ali Zardari!You notice that the raging waters are about to take him under forever.You have two options: You can save the life of Zardari, or, you can shoot a dramatic Pulitzer Prize winning photo, documenting the death of one of the country's most powerful men!
THE QUESTION: Here's the question, and please give an honest answer... Would you select high contrast colour film, or, would you go with the classic simplicity of black and white?
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Saturday, September 6, 2008
Being the Bahu Rani
Ramzan is here. I wait the whole year round for this month. There is something magical about this month. This is to be my first ramzan after my marriage and as it was approaching near i wondered if it would be any different. And different it is.
Now me being the "bahu" am responsible for preparing parathas for sehri. I am pretty good at making parathas and Lady Z is a big help around as makes all the fried eggs, the omelates and the Chota makes the tea. Its a new experience for me.Its like a group workand small team makes some very delicious sehri mind you.
When a girl is at her own home she is never supposed to be responsible for this kind of stuff. she can tellher mom what she wants to have that day and itis taken vcare of. But as soon as she becomes the bahu she has all these responsibilities. I am not the kind who would want to live seperatly. Though almost all the girls i see around me either demand seperate houses before they get married or as soon as they get married. But i like the family living togather concept. It has its pro and its cons. If i have to make sehri and then get ready and go for work, but then all washing, cleaning, dusting, ironing is taken care of. and forget the materialistic things, when i am going back from work i know i would be greated with open hearts and warm smiles. There will be someone eager to know how my day went and equally eager to tell me that how the electricity or should i say absence of it made the day slow, how the kam karnay wali showed up late again and how the dry cleaner did not return the two trousers last given to him.
if i honestly have to tell the cons, i would have to think for a whilke and even after thinking for a while i m not able to come up with something that would be categorised as a "con".
so what is it that makes the saas bahu scenes??
Now me being the "bahu" am responsible for preparing parathas for sehri. I am pretty good at making parathas and Lady Z is a big help around as makes all the fried eggs, the omelates and the Chota makes the tea. Its a new experience for me.Its like a group workand small team makes some very delicious sehri mind you.
When a girl is at her own home she is never supposed to be responsible for this kind of stuff. she can tellher mom what she wants to have that day and itis taken vcare of. But as soon as she becomes the bahu she has all these responsibilities. I am not the kind who would want to live seperatly. Though almost all the girls i see around me either demand seperate houses before they get married or as soon as they get married. But i like the family living togather concept. It has its pro and its cons. If i have to make sehri and then get ready and go for work, but then all washing, cleaning, dusting, ironing is taken care of. and forget the materialistic things, when i am going back from work i know i would be greated with open hearts and warm smiles. There will be someone eager to know how my day went and equally eager to tell me that how the electricity or should i say absence of it made the day slow, how the kam karnay wali showed up late again and how the dry cleaner did not return the two trousers last given to him.
if i honestly have to tell the cons, i would have to think for a whilke and even after thinking for a while i m not able to come up with something that would be categorised as a "con".
so what is it that makes the saas bahu scenes??
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