Reminder!

Me Birthday is coming!!

yeeepeee
heeehaaa

Am planning to take all family to Area 51 (Bowling alley).

Life---what will it give?

Life---what will it give?
What lies after every turning taken.
What is tomorrow going to bring.
What do I have today.
What is mine to keep.
What is it that I have to let go.
Will I b able to let go.
Will I, one day look back at all this and laugh??
What difference does it make whether I do or do not.with every passing day things are becoming so vivid.
What m I learning today.
Where m I going,
What I m gaining,
What m I losing.
Is the gain equal to the loss?
How much do I have to change.
How much more do I have to learn about life—the hard way?
Will I be something, someone—tomorrow?
Does my existance make a difference now—will it make a difference tomorrow.
Who is gonna be mine.
Whoes m I gona be.
What does the future hold for me.
Will the happiness I cherish, the dreams I dream— the plans—what will happen to them.
Will I dance the rythem divine?

Silence Speaks

The silence speaks…………. Often at times quite loudly, and more eloquently than words once penned by masters of the past.It brings to light the truth….a certainty that we may wish to shun, but deep inside….we know.The silence screams………..And all around, we hear the voices of our past, as memories assault a mind that doesn’t want to feel or see ……but has no conscious choice.And visions flood and cut to add more scars.Reality demands………..The truth sets in and makes our world a bitter void.And we must learn to take what fate decrees.Although our hearts may ache to feel the love that’slost …we go our way alone….abandoned.

Yahooooooooooooooo!!!

I have been tagged...

(Monkey Dance)

I have been tagged....

(Chicken Dance aka Pupo Dance )

Yahooooo........Chahay koi mujhay junglee kahay
Khata hai tu khata rahay
Hum "tag" kay toofanoon may geray hain
hum kia karain

Yahooo...........



* All thing dancing and singing has left me no time to answer and/or complete the actual tag.
Intezaar Farmayeh............(Please wait till nex post)

Random

I plan to write one liner blogs onwards. To the point, precise and get the message across. If that is possible for me to do that is.

How important is money?
(Initial Thoughts)
Very. Who ever said that money cannot buy happiness did not have enough of it.

Propaganda: Pakistanis are terrorists.
We are not terrorists. But don’t push us too hard. We just might.

What makes me happy?
Being myself.

What is “being myself”?
I do not know.

Something I read after a long time:
Do not even say uff to your parents. (Quran)

Book I am currently reading?
The Zahir

Latest weird song that I like:
Bhooti day (From Kind is Sinnh) ! Did you know it’s a gali in Punjabi!!!
Papu Cant dance saala

Million Dollar Question Answered: What does a Woman want?

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, If after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death. The question was: What do women really want? Such a question would perplex even the most knowledgeable man, And to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, He accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end.

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: The princess, the priests, the wise men, and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer. Many people advised him to consult the old witch, For only she would have the answer. But the price would be high as the witch was famous through out the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, The most noble of the Knights of the Round Table, And Arthur's closest friend! Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunch-backed and hideous, had only one tooth, Smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc.

He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.. He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden,But Lancelot, having learnt of the proposal, spoke with Arthur. He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life. And the reservation of the Round Table. Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered. Arthur's question thus: 'What a woman really wants?'She said, 'Is to be in charge of her own life.'

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth.And that Arthur's life would be spared.And so it was.The neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom.And Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.The honeymoon hour approached and, Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom.But, what a sight awaited him.The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed.The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened.The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, She would henceforth be her horrible and deformed self only half the time. And the beautiful maiden the other half.'Which would you prefer? She asked him.'Beautiful during the day .... or at night?'Lancelot pondered the predicament.During the day he could have a beautiful woman to show off to his friends,But at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch!Or,Would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day?But by night a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous, intimate moments with?

(If you are a man reading this...) What would YOUR choice be?(If you are a woman reading this) What would YOUR MAN'S choice be?What Lancelot chose, is given below:BUT... make YOUR choice before you scroll down below... OKAY?

Noble Lancelot, knowing the answer the witch gave Arthur to his question,He said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time..Because, he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her ownlife.Now... what is the moral to this story?........The moral is...1) There is witch in every woman no matter how beautiful she is !2) If you don't let a woman have her own way, things are going to get ugly.


So, always remember:IT'S EITHER 'HER WAY' OR IT'S 'NO WAY' !!!

Kabi Khushi Kabi Ghum

7:15 = Haaaaaaaaaaaaappy – What a beautiful morning
8:30 = SSSSSSSSSSSSad – Why can’t there be a washroom/ bathroom for each and everyone in the family. This should be a universal rule. A child is born, a bathroom is built. A guy gets married and gifts his wife a bathroom.
10:00 = Haaaaaaaaaaaaappy – I am going to the UK!!Yaaaaaaay!
1:00 = SSSSSSSSSSSSad – I am not going to the UK!

That’s how my day has been going so far!

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Some time in this week a question struck me. I had this conversation with myself:

Inner self: Hey, do you have friends?
Me: What…..of course….what sort of a question is that?
Inner self: who is your friend?
Me: Lots of people…………what is it with you today anyways?
Inner Self: Name your closet friend.
Me: Well you see I have a lot of friends at different levels.
Inner self: you dint name
Me: (Thinking hard)
Inner self: I am waiting…………
Me: You k now I have a bad memory. So here is what I will do. I will write the names of my friends down.

I took a pen and the thought who is my friend. Ya I know a lot of people. Like really a lot of people. But a friend is some one I would
1. Be close to
2. Share secrets with
3. Enjoy their company
4. Talk to them

Though the list that I had in mind with some 3000 names started to look like this

1. Kanwal: ya she is my friend. She is smart, intelligent, kanjoos (miser). I like her because I think there is so much to learn from her. She shares her top secrts with me and seeks my advice on personal issues while I tend to seek her advice on professional as well as personal issues. Even if we are not seeking advice it is nice to have some one you can take the burden to and just talk to them and end up having a amazing three hour conversation on everything and anything and come back all fresh as if you have had a good night sleep and are fresh to take on the next day. That’s her. My friend Kanwal.
2. Sana and Hira: Sana, Hira and me! We were best buddies in uni days. The kind of girl group that has stay overs at each others house to study but end up talking all night long. We knew absolutely everything about each other. But that was then. Sana got married, moved away, has a baby now. Haven’t spoken to her in ages. Do not even have her cell number anymore. But I know one thing about her and me, even if we meet up after 10 years we will be able to pick up from where we left. Or so I think. Hira on the other hand is here in the same city as me. But I got married and she is on her way to become a top notch corporate female. Mostly its me who keeps bugging the bug (her) because she is one friend I do not want to loose.
3. AJ: He got married, moved to Lahore and has a baby and we never talk except for occasional email or two, I was really glad when he made it a point to meet me and my hubby gee when he was here. It was such a great lunch. Had he been here in Karachi with wife Sobi, I am sure we would have become couple friends.
4. Sadia Manzoor: Talks a lot when we get a chance but other than that it’s mostly quite between us. But someone I can rely on if there is a uni get to gather.
5. Hasan: I do not know where he is and what he is doing. But I know he has changed a lot from the Hasan I knew at uni. But he is still a friend.

I can go on to increase the list but then the rest of the people are those whom I talk to when i get a chance.

After the above, it got me thinking that I am nobody’s friend but my own. I miss friends only sometimes. But I am mostly content with myself. But I don’t like what I have realized. I want myself to be friend of others.

What I learn from blogs / why I read blogs

I have been hooked to three blogs this week:

1.http://www.sayesha.blogspot.com/

I find her blogs really interesting. I started reading 2005 of her life. I see in her blogs my lost self whom I am trying to find. Her personality is mine on the inside but on the outside for the general public its very different. I was able to realize this after reading through her blogs.The more I read the more I could see the things that I have given up. I always used to tell myself “pata nahi may kab bari hoongee” = I don’t know when I will grow up/ mature”. And suddenly I realized I was making myself mature. But I dint like the feeling. It was boring. It was boring to the extent of being gloomy. I had a few horrible days because I was trying to change myself and yet was not able to accept the changed me. I cannot do that to myself. It torture. I cannot be an aunty. But its not easy being myself in this new environment. I also realized that I was not only troubled myself but also others were not at ease to say the least. People were able to sense my own unease but they dint have a clue as to what it was that made me uneasy. It was my own call and henceforth I have decided to be my very own old self the same person I was sometime ago. And her blog helped.


2.http://jebroni.blogspot.com/

I read his blog initially but too much poetry and that also urdu written in English made me drift away. Then what made me read his entire blog, right from the first post to the last. Well this post. And now I look forward to it (Apart from the urdu written in English because it takes me toomuch time to read what’s written. I plan to watch his movie “Doosra Kinara” over the weekend.

3.http://leaving1302.wordpress.com/


Now for me this is the first Pakistani blog that I like and can relate too. I see parts of myself in her too but I think that her confidence level and mature thinking is at a level up. Practicle but fun. Cute baby nadi whose stories I look forward too. Also she has a few other blogs that I really like.



Blogging is not easy. Its not that you just sit and type what ever comes to your mind. Its important that you write what ever comes to your mind properly. Lately a lot of stuff has been coming to my mind but I have just not been able to get enough time to jot it down “properly”. There was the end of Ramzan, eid announcement at 11 in the night, the mehndi, the EID itself, the dinners and the lunches! A lot has happened. All good and some not so good. But that’s life, isn’t it or is it???

Sometimes

Sometimes we must be Hurt in order to Grow,

Sometimes we must fail in order to Know,
Sometimes we must lose in order to Gain,

Because some lessons in life are best learned through PAIN