Posted by Umema Siddiqi
on
Sunday, June 28, 2009
in
Events,
Uni life
Dearest Papa
I'm proud and honored to to give this glad tidings to you. I don't have words to describe how I feel. Okay, well... I cleared the IBA test and interview. Alhamdolillah! I wish you were here. I wish I could celebrate my happiness with you. Seeing me getting into IBA, the best business school in the country, was your dream. You invigorated the spirit in me. I wish I could actually show you the results, discuss the idiotic paper with you and share with you how beautifully I messed up the paper and still managed to get a good score =)
When I came home after having that awful-est exam of my life, I wanted to share each and every question with you, I wanted to cry and see you getting a lil mad on me. I wanted to share stories about all those weird candidates who appeared in the test and how insaan-like they were looking when they came for the interview. Lol. Silly, no? =D
It's not that I don't share these things with Momma, it's just that I miss you, I miss your views, I miss your golden words, I miss sharing things with you. I miss just everything about you. You have no idea how badly I want you right now. Right now with ME. I've got tons of stories to share with you, and I need your opinion, your share on them.
On this big day of my life, I'm not a least bit happy. I don't feel this feeling in a true sense. My whole class is happy for me, my teachers, my fellow bloggers, my dearest siblings, and Momma of course. But I feel hollow. I need my motivator back. I need YOU back!
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I'm proud of the fact that I took an initiative to make this of your dream come true. I hope I remain steadfast in these 2 years. And I hope I pursue my further studies/ work even more diligently.
So on Saturday we had a get together @ Roasters. We all were reading the menu cards and were deciding which steak to eat. So, I asked Farwah, sitting next to me, about what she's ordering. She wanted a brownie, and I was confused between steak and cheeseburger.
Farwah: Okay people, I'm ordering a brownie Dinky Mind: And I'm ordering Dunhill Regular. Farwah: Oh, is it good? How much does it cost? Dinky Mind: *gets the worst laughter fit* :D
And then I called out Ritz, who was sitting beside Farwah and didn't hear the joke. Farwah put her hand on my mouth and glared, "Do NOT!". Hahaha... But mein kahan ruknay wali thi. :D I told everyone about it! And it turned out to be an awesome evening. =D
Cheerio folks =)
PS: Oh, and I ordered Jalapeno Bacon Cheeseburger, in case you're thinking :P And had Choco ice-cream with waffles. =D
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I have fallen in love with this song! Just lie down on a single-seater, close your eyes and listen to this song with the earphones glued to your ears. Ahhhh... That's how I do it =)
Aaj when I was having my Auditing exam, this song got badly stuck to my mind, and I was like, "Argh!!! Get out of my mind!!!". And that's why my exam didn't go well *sobs* The whole class was busy cramming their answer copies, and I was sitting with my face cupped in my hands, checking for the umpteenth time whether I have attempted all questions or not. *sigh* I didn't even read or re-read (as our invigilator uncle suggests) my answers, cuz that's not me! I find it really boring! I did attempt all the questions, but didn't write that much. Auditing is a filthy theoretical course. I like courses which are calculation based with a flavor of theory. Darn! Ab to ho gaya! I should be happy I'm going to be graduated. Yayyyy :D
Okay, enough of uni rants. Coming back to the song, I like Atif Aslam's voice. Ummm, and a few of his songs are really really, like REALLY nice. Hehehe. And after two years of the release of this song, I heard it yesterday for the first time, and totally loved it! *Sigh* Dinky Mind - tubelight wali! =$
I remember when Atif Aslam started his career, Lala was a big big fan of his songs. And I only liked "Aadat" by him, which SN forced me to hear. Lala knew about all of his songs, and would recommend me many of them. But Dinky Mind was a very busy bee in those days. *another sigh*. Anyway, enough of this Atif Aslam ki achaiyaan. The thing is I like this song, and to be honest, I haven't heard any other track of this album *huge SIGH*.
Okay, okay, okay, recommend me good books, novels, magazines, whateva. Tomorrow's my last exam and I want to prepare myself well for the vacations :P Oh, and please help me where can I find Rubik's cube here. I just can't find it in any of the gift shops or book stores =(
And today I survived 2 road accidents! Thanks to the powerful brakes of my car, else I would have collided in that idiotic cultus which was being driven by an ultra idiotic, blind moron! And then when I got into the colony, this Prado uncle tried his level best to thoonkafy his mad jeep in my cutie car. Bucking fastard! Okay, I admit I'm short, and you guys can hardly see me, but helloooo.... itni bari gaari to nazar aati hay naaaaa??? *sigh* may Allah give sight to such blind nuts! Ameen
Okie people, I'm off. Got last paper tomorrw of Treasury and Funds Management! Such a silly course! :/
In these 4 years of my university life, I've noticed a lot of people who would do anything - just anything - to distract or disturb you while you're taking an exam. God knows why the hell they do that.
That day, I had this major exam of mine. We were quietly seated in the examination hall, waiting for the paper. There were 6 girls (including me) and some 25 guys in the room. And unfortunately all the distracting guys were seated around me. The one on my right started playing with his fingers, and then he started styling his hair. The guy in front of him had some problem with his legs. Why can't these guys keep their darn legs straight? His legs were constantly vibrating, although the invigilator had asked if anyone of us needed to go to spend a penny. He seemed to be planning to spend dimes. Silly souls! *sighs*
On the other side of me was a guy busy chewing his nails. After every round of chewing nails, he would look at them and wonder if he had chewed a little more or needed to chew the whole finger or... whateva! The guy in front of me kept scratching his back and positioning his collar. Once he even checked his back pockets and then continued scratching his back. I wonder what he was trying to do. I really wished to get up and slam my fist on his desk and roar what a perfect jerk he was! Grrr!
The guy sitting behind me wanted to prove that he was a better jerk than the guy sitting in front of me. He started tapping his foot on my chair. This thing pisses me off so badly... I turned around a little, but didn't care to look straight in his eyes and warn him. Thankfully he stopped, but after exactly a minute, he started again. I positioned myself on the chair to give him a clue that I'm getting disturbed. But such morons never understand. At last I turned around and gave a good keep-your-stupid-feet-to-your-own-chair glare. Finally his akhrot mind understood it and he stopped it. *sigh*
Female candidates aren't that distracting (probably because the guys in the room weren't 1% smart) :P. I noticed these 2 girls seated a lil far away from me, but both were sitting quietly and calmly waited for the question paper. The guys, on the other hand, started scrtunizing their pencils and clicked the pens. O bhai, stop acting like deprived kids of third world countries and, for heaven's sake, stop clicking pens!!!
Thank God, the exam started after a few minutes, or I would have gone nuts sitting among such people.
This is my personal blog - extra emphasis on the word "personal". And I assure you I will write offensive things here, and I sure hope they offend you, but the fact remains, they are only my personal thoughts and my opinions. But in case you still have a problem with that, then you have me confused with some one who cares what you think.
On the other side of me was a guy busy chewing his nails. After every round of chewing nails, he would look at them and wonder if he had chewed a little more or needed to chew the whole finger or... whateva! The guy in front of me kept scratching his back and positioning his collar. Once he even checked his back pockets and then continued scratching his back. I wonder what he was trying to do. I really wished to get up and slam my fist on his desk and roar what a perfect jerk he was! Grrr!
