"As we go on, we remember all the times we had together. And as our lives change, come whatever, we will still be friends forever....la la la la la la "
- Vitamin C

This is one of my 'shahkaars' that I made in the year '98...which means at that time I was in grade 6th...*really?* I copied it from my cousin's pencil box, and you can imagine the actual size of the image there. And yeah, how can I forget to thank sweet sister Hafsa, who recommended photobucket to me.

Will post some other masterpieces *as if..* soon! ;)

Cheerio =)

p.s.: I like the doggy and the spectacled guy much..hehehe

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I am contented with my life, but I don't know why somewhere I see this empty space! I am quite happy now, but I don't know why I forsee some fear. Everything is perfectly alright, then why do I hear a faint 'danger' bell? I know, if you look at me, you'd surely exclaim, "Wow, you've got a perfect life". I may accept your compliment, and start thinking that way too, like 'well, yes..I have got everything...just everything I ever needed to make my life perfect!' But why....why do I still see that there's something missing...that even if I try to fill that gap, I'd fail! I had never been such a pessimist. You know me, right? Even if I had negative thoughts about my life, I'd brush them off and I'd start talking about a totally different thing. Am I right? Then what now? Well, I have changed...Yes, I have changed a lot. I never wanted to be like that. I used to give a natural smile; a true smile. But now, I paste a fake smile on my face. Why? This never used to be ME. This never used to happen. It seems like I am losing myself! I am losing the 'perfect girl' inside me.

Am I joining the horrid group of those tension-friendly ladies?
I hear a voice saying YES....Im trying hard to hear some "No" but will I ever succeed in hearing it? Well, who knows.

I don't want to grow old, cuz I realize tension beads increase as age increases. I wish time could freeze. Oh, Wishful thinking! I miss BiYA. If she had been here, I wouldn't have been sitting here writting this silly post! I would have posted about loadsa french fries that I enjoyed today. She's the greatest sister! Really!

"The learned fool writes his nonsence in a better language than the unlearned, but it is still nonsence"
-Benjamin Franklin

Cheerio

[hmm...you wasted your time in reading this post, right?]

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I have opened this page, but now I dont know what to write. Now, this happens a lot with me. So, I think I should wait for tomorrow.
Sorry for inconvenience.
That's all folks.
Cheerio

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Well, to be more specific, my Mommese is suffering from fever. And since I was feeling quite fit today, I had to do all the things! Woke up in the morning ( extra emphasis on the word 'morning') ....Actually, my brother pulled me out! (May Allah give you all some nice, helpful brothers. Ameen).

And guess what folks....Today I washed fish(es)...eeek...They are the filthiest and the stinkiest thing on the face of the planet. Trust me folks. Oh, I picked out this (surgical) mask which was brought by my father some 5-6 months ago. [ I asked him, eyeing at the masks, "what are these for?" He said, "Don't know. Somebody gave them to me so I forwarded them to you"]. So today, the mask seemed to be a real blessing! I quickly put that thing on, and stepped in the stinking kitchen. Then, I washed those peices of fishes...*blahhh* and kept them in the freezer. Then, I took off that suffocating mask, and washed my hands a trillion times with all the anti-bacterial soaps that were available. And sprayed one of my favourites 'Tommy Girl' on my hands and in the kitchen. *sniffs hands* Mmmm...awww...my nose's blocked!

Now let me tell you one more thing. Today I cooked potatoes! Since, I love potatoes, I enjoyed cooking them. I never knew they can be cooked so easily and that quickly. Actually, I don't like cooking at all. I bake well. Waisay, bohat tasty banay thay. Am not boasting, but thats what my Mommese said. Wo hay kay kuch logoan kay haath main lazzat hoti hay. *evil grin* If you want them, I can TCS you.

Well, the greatest news of all. I got a new laser mouse. Actually, our (stupid) maid once pulled out the mouse and keyboard cord, and tried to plug them in. In this act, the tiny needles bent and our (bechara) laser mouse and keyboard refused to work! Fortunately, we had a spare ball mouse and a keyboard to work with. But, in the past few days, the mouse was creating some annoyance, and yesterday, I really felt like throwing that 'chooha' out of my window! But I was waiting for a new one. And now, today when I have this new (acha wala)mouse, am (not) gonna kick that old one out . Who knows about tomorrow.

And yes folks, this is my sincere advice to you: Please never drink "Nestle 100% Real Pineapple Nectar"...errrr...it doesn't taste good at alll...I had to finish the 'dabba' so I did. Now please don't ask how I am feeling now. Make dua for me.

Cheerio everybuddy =)

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Nothing in the wolrd scares me more than death. And I believe people who are not righteous and pious are always haunted by death.

Whenever I fall ill, a series of unaswerable questiones start revolving around my head. Questions like, 'What if I die now, or even after 5 minutes?' have no answer. Similarly, questions like,'What will happen to me after my death' and 'How will people react when I die' grip my head until I fully recuperate.

Let me tell you a hair-raising story. It was a week ago when we were going to a dinner party. I was sitting in the back seat but in the middle, and so I was able to see the road ahead very clearly. We were in a quite normal and lively mood, but suddenly everything changed! What I witnessed sent a chill down my spine. The car infront of us just smashed a cat, and the left tyres went over the poor creature, crushing its furry body. Although I dont like cats and dogs at all, but at that time I was screaming like little kids. Like those kids whose pet cats die! Tears welled up in my eyes, and I wondered, 'What if I were that cat?' Everyone in the car tried to calm me down, but was I listening to them? I was tumbled into the thoughts of that poor cat. Don't know if anybody picked it up and placed it on the sidewalk.

I witnessed another heart-wrenching incident some 3-4 days ago. That day also we were on our way to a dinner party, when we got stuck in a traffic jam. There was some problem with the traffic lights, so the traffic policeman was controlling the flow of traffic. After a few moments, we heard sirens. I thought, some Government official must be passing that's why these sirens're being blared. I became a bit curious when 15 seconds passed and that head-wrecking sound was still audible. I soon realized that it was coming from behind. The red, warning lights of an ambulance were spinning some 70- 80 metres away from our car. The white van was unable to move an inch forward in the sea of cars. Seems like an emergency, I whispered. After a few seconds, the driver took the loudspeaker in his hands and pleaded, 'Bhaijan, raasta dey do. Mareez ko heart attack hua hay. Usay foran hospital ley ker jaana hay'. It seemed that the policeman deployed there was a deaf man. Enraged, the abmulance driver reiterated his plea and waited for the deaf man to act. My fear got augmented by that second announcement. Finally, the sergeant let the cars go. And believe me readers, till the time we reached our destination, those sirens echoed in my head. Questions like, 'Is the person still alive or not?' and 'What if it was some of my family members instead of him?' revolved around my head.

If courage comes with age, then I believe I will never grow up.

Cheerio

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"Look, am damn serious. Dont ya dare get near me. You better stay away!"

Yes folks, that's how I scream when I forsee fever and cough and a series of uncontrollable sneezes approaching me at an uncalculatable velocity! Am feeling lazy right now. My whole body is aching. My head is spinning like a CD. My eyelids are burning. My fingers are in no mood of typing now. My feet are dead! The pallor of my face has started glowing. My half-opened eyes have started searching for a tissue paper company. My running nose is begging me to stop eating those ice-creams and stop drinking ice-cold water. My Dinky Mind has lost its memory. My kneecaps will crack and break away if I get up and walk. I can feel my forehead getting warm. I can also feel the accelerating pain in my cheek bones and my jaws. And I .....

..........JUST HATE THIS FEELING. Why am I a VIRUS-friendly girl?

Well, I believe am feeling so because of heavy intake of food these days.

My dear readers, please pray for my health...I dont want to fall sick now. Because if this time also I become a victim of this virus, I will not be able to do a single thing. And you know what, a huge pile of pending work is waiting for me. Now, you call it my busy-ness or my laziness, but I am like that. Yes, I confess, I am the biggest procrastinator the world has ever seen.

*Out of all this tranquility, I hear the slow and silent footsteps of death. Yes, death is indeed approaching me! * [well, this shows my Dinky Mind is still wroking]

Cheerio = (

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Yay, today was the last dinner that I attended. No more heavy dinners now.....yay!

Well, I am in a hurry right now.

Will publish the idiotic stories in my next post!

Cheerioooooooooooooo

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My Sista's Guitar


Well, none of us knows what to do with these six strings. So whenever we see it, we all very enthusiastically take this instument in our hands and then sit blankly, staring it from top to bottom, wondering what to do next. Hahahaha...But then that's fun when my lil brother sings songs of Atif Aslam in his heavy voice. He thinks of himself as the biggest rock star the world has ever seen when he holds the guitar. And he'd shake his body and sing "Kaisee hay yeh tanharii, kaisi hay yeh ruswarii..tum ho gai hum" - instead of sayin 'Kaisee hay yeh tanhai' and 'Kaisee hay yeh ruswai...gumm ho gai tum'.... So that's why we say "Bushi unplugged"...hehehe...

Guess what. That day when Bushi was holding this guitar, he turned (cuz somebody called his name) and the guitar missed my head by an inch or two...whoosh! And I almost screamed, "Bushi, either take this huge thing off or walk with open eyes". I was so thankful that it didn't touch my head, or my Dinky Mind would have broken into uncollectable bits and pieces!

Cheerio folks! =)

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