No. Never.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Twenty-Eleven (2011)
When 2011 started, I never thought it’ll be this disturbing for me. So much has happened in 2011 that it gives me massive happiness just to realize that the year is about to end.
Life took some major turns in this year. The trip this year to Islamabad changed me for good, taught me lessons I won’t forget my entire life. I can’t thank some people enough for it.
Just when I thought life was playing its jokes so hard on me, I decided to take some control of my life. I got myself admitted in this university and started my MBA there, one thing I always wanted to do, until, off course it started.
It’s been what, 4 months, since university started. And I feel I’ve lost whatever was left of my life, which I kind of like, I like keeping myself too busy to talk to anyone. I don’t feel like talking to people anymore, except a few, off course.
I’m happy that the years ending, I can’t wait for this semester to end. I don’t have anything to look forward to in the 2012, but whatever.
I’ve met amazing people, lost people I didn’t wanted to lose, trying to forget people who’ve forgotten me. And I’m okay with it. That’s how universe works, you keep some, you lose some.
2012, roll on already!
H.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
That one song..
"Who do you think you are? Runnin' round leaving scars.. collecting your jar of hearts, tearin' love apart.."
"You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul.. so don't come back for me..who do you think you are?"
H.
A song that's been helping me heal.
Beautiful to the core.
"You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul.. so don't come back for me..who do you think you are?"
H.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Dear Allah: ThankYou for bestfriends..♥
What are we without bestfriends? Nothing.
This world is too ugly not to have a bestfriend. You need a person you can act all goofy with without having to worry you're being judged. My world would fall apart if it hadn’t been for this amazing person in my life. He may be miles away from me, but we’re never apart.
Whatsapp conversation:
S: Kya tum mentally the sick ho my bouy?
Me: Pagal.
S: <3
Me: Do you think I look okay?
S: No. You don’t. Who blind person said you do?
Me: No one. Just asking.
S: Tell me. Everything. This moment.
Me: He left because I don’t look good, right?
S: No, he left because you’re too pretty for him. Or maybe he's blind. Or just plainly cursed.
Me: NO.
S: I think you’re pretty without any make-up. And I think you’re pretty when you tell the punch line wrong. Lalalalalala. I don’t know the whole song. Sorry.:(
Me: Silly.
S: Not joking. You have no idea how beautiful you are. Inside and out. And anyone who doesn’t value you, DOES NOT FUCKING deserve your tears. Bass. End of story.
Me: What would I do without you?
S: I hope you die without me.
Me: As a matter of fact, I will.
*conversation continued forever..*
*conversation continued forever..*
H.
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Mothers; and their super powers.
God made mothers and gave them the super power to read our minds.
Mom: "Hira? kya hua hai tumhein? kissi se baat kyun nahi karti? Na hasti hu, na bolti hu. Sara din bass kamray main bethi rehti hun. Bahar kyun nahi jaati S aur U k saath? Hua kya hai tumhein? Kya aisa azaab aagaya hai tumhari zindagi main? Pata hai tumhare Abbu kitna pareshaan hu rahe they. Saath beth k khana tak nahi khaati ab."
"Hira? Tumse baat karrai hun main."
Me: "Ap mere liye dua kareingi?"
Mom: "Hamesha."
*She walked out of the room...
disappointed.*
It just disappoints me to realize my mother is not the only one I've disappointed in life.
H.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Everything I remember about: Airblue Flight 202; July 28, 2010; Wednesday.
I remember last year, I was sitting on the 3rd floor of my office building when suddenly I saw this news of a plane crashing near Islamabad. They said it was Flight 202 – Air blue that crashed into the Margala Hills.
I panicked. I somehow felt you were in there, I knew you had to travel to Islamabad that morning. I started dialing your number, tears flowing down from my eyes and I shouted to Z and S to come up. I was still calling your number insanely, trying to get through. I, off course, couldn’t. Z ran downstairs to talk to Afaq. He came up running, whispered something in S’s ear. And they both looked at me as if they were about to break the worst news my ears would hear. They told me you were on the flight and the fuckin’ news channel said, “there are no survivors.” They kept saying it again and again and again. I wanted to scream and shout, instead, I felt all my energy leaving my body and before I could realize, I couldn’t even move.
I could not get your face out of my sight. The way you used to come and say “hiiiiraaaaaaaaaa amjaaaaaddd, kaiseeee hain ap?” It would automatically make my day. And how when you used to come and we would spend all the time talking about useless crap bunking the training session we both had to attend. I remember you telling me, how you wish to be the richest man on the earth.
I was still dialing your number. My tears could not stop themselves from coming out of my eyes. I was crying as if the world has come to an end and there’s nothing more I have to live for. I was sitting on the floor, crying. Z sitting beside me, I could see tears rolling down from his eyes aswell. I asked him to dial your number. And he did. He told me he could hear the tone. I knew he was lying, trying to make me feel better, but, what in the world could make me feel better that day? I asked him to call the airport and inquire if there were survivors. I wanted all this to be a nightmare that I could wake up to. But you were gone. Forever. And there was nothing that could bring you back.
I could not attend the funeral, I chose not to. I remember at townhall meeting, when you were awarded the “BEST SALES PERSON OF THE YEAR” and I could not see you up at that stage taking that trophy, I broke down, terribly. I could hear people sniff. You were loved by millions of people. You were special to everyone. You’ve touched my life. And other thousands of lives.
After one year, we’re all here, expect you. I’ve missed you very much. The only reason you were taken away from us is because this world did not deserve such pure hearted soul that you were. You deserved much, much higher place in Heaven. And I’m sure you’ve been given that. I know you look down on us smiling.
R.I.P Hassan Javed Khan.
We miss you.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Fighting with your innerself..
Do you ever pick up the phone and realize you're not suppose to call them anymore? Because they're not expecting to see your name on their cell phones. It's like a battle you have to fight everyday with yourself. What do you do? Things like hiding your phone under your pillow so you won't text or all them? Or maybe replacing their name with some other friends name? Because let's be real, the one thing your cannot do is to delete their number from your contacts. I've tried. Didn't work.
There comes a point when you start to hate them, hate them so much that your mind still thinks about them. I hate to break it to you, my dear, you're not hating them, you're falling for them even harder. Its very much like you want to just throw them out in traffic and then jump in front of some car and risk your own life just to save them.
I'd like to put it in a fairytale story aswell. What do you do when he's your prince charming but you're not his Cinderella? And that freakin' glass slipper doesn't fit. Don't force the slipper to get in your feet, you might even break it. And that'd be the last thing you would want. So, you either decide to wait for the prince to come to you or you run to the castle and get him. Damn! How unrealistic. Only if life worked that way. But sadly, it does not and you're left with the reality which screws you over and over not caring how hurt you are.
The way I see it? Well. I don't know. It is a battle with yourself. And no matter whoever wins. You lose. And you get hurt. And you cry. But *tadaaaa* reality check. Nobody freakin' cares. That's how it is. They see you down, they pick you up, they built you up, take you up on cloud nine, and watch you fall.
The worst part. You're hurt. And they're gone. Now you either keep telling your heart how bad and selfish they were in the first place, which totally works, or you wait. Wait for them to realize. Wait for them to think. Wait for them to come back. I hate to say it, they won't return, they're choosing everyday not to be with you. The soon you accept it the better for you.
What you can do is pray. Prays ever go unheard. They may go unanswered sometimes, maybe because HE knows better than us. Pray that you win the battle. Pray that you start to hate them. Pray that you be happy. Pray for things to get better. Pray for the broken heart and shattered soul. Pray for peace. Pray for love. PRAY, because HE listens.
And then one day you wake up and not have them on your mind. Even if your hear the name or read it somewhere, it won't hit you the way it did. I'm sure you're going to turn the neck, but that's just normal, and you won't feel anything. Nothing at all. The day you feel nothing is the day you start living again.
Sure, there's a gap. And it shall always be there. I suggest you don't try to fill it because the gap shall never be filled. So do yourself a favor. Try to move on.
"As corny and Hallmark-y as this is going to sound, I am just finally understanding that when you choose to let peple into your life, you accept the bad and the good. I guess you've just got to deal with it, because you can't spend the rest of your life being isolated. Just remember that everyone, no matter who they are, manages to leave a mark on your life. They make you who you are. Thank them." -Christina Treco
There comes a point when you start to hate them, hate them so much that your mind still thinks about them. I hate to break it to you, my dear, you're not hating them, you're falling for them even harder. Its very much like you want to just throw them out in traffic and then jump in front of some car and risk your own life just to save them.
I'd like to put it in a fairytale story aswell. What do you do when he's your prince charming but you're not his Cinderella? And that freakin' glass slipper doesn't fit. Don't force the slipper to get in your feet, you might even break it. And that'd be the last thing you would want. So, you either decide to wait for the prince to come to you or you run to the castle and get him. Damn! How unrealistic. Only if life worked that way. But sadly, it does not and you're left with the reality which screws you over and over not caring how hurt you are.
The way I see it? Well. I don't know. It is a battle with yourself. And no matter whoever wins. You lose. And you get hurt. And you cry. But *tadaaaa* reality check. Nobody freakin' cares. That's how it is. They see you down, they pick you up, they built you up, take you up on cloud nine, and watch you fall.
The worst part. You're hurt. And they're gone. Now you either keep telling your heart how bad and selfish they were in the first place, which totally works, or you wait. Wait for them to realize. Wait for them to think. Wait for them to come back. I hate to say it, they won't return, they're choosing everyday not to be with you. The soon you accept it the better for you.
What you can do is pray. Prays ever go unheard. They may go unanswered sometimes, maybe because HE knows better than us. Pray that you win the battle. Pray that you start to hate them. Pray that you be happy. Pray for things to get better. Pray for the broken heart and shattered soul. Pray for peace. Pray for love. PRAY, because HE listens.
And then one day you wake up and not have them on your mind. Even if your hear the name or read it somewhere, it won't hit you the way it did. I'm sure you're going to turn the neck, but that's just normal, and you won't feel anything. Nothing at all. The day you feel nothing is the day you start living again.
Sure, there's a gap. And it shall always be there. I suggest you don't try to fill it because the gap shall never be filled. So do yourself a favor. Try to move on.
"As corny and Hallmark-y as this is going to sound, I am just finally understanding that when you choose to let peple into your life, you accept the bad and the good. I guess you've just got to deal with it, because you can't spend the rest of your life being isolated. Just remember that everyone, no matter who they are, manages to leave a mark on your life. They make you who you are. Thank them." -Christina Treco
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Lost the game, Won the hearts.
I’m going to punch every single person who says India deserved to win. Shut the hell up. We deserved to win. Do you get that? You should. Afridi and his team deserved to win. They were the only team in the tournament that played with their hearts.
I’ve never been a cricket fan. The part of me that loved cricket died somewhere sometime. This World Cup and the team green restored the faith in me again. Moreover, I fell in love with the captain. How can you not respect a captain who says sorry to his nation infront of millions of people. He lost the game but won the hearts of the entire nation.
It was because of Lala, our national anthem was played on the land of India. How often does THAT happen? Damnit, its big. Its HUGE. How can you not love a man who made it possible?
It’s hurting. And it’s hurting A LOT that we didn’t win. I have a broken heart and I don’t know how to make everything right. I wish I could go to sleep and wake up when its all over. But that cant happen right? We will never get over this. Never. Atleast I will never.
I want to go and hug each one of the man in green for making us so proud. Its because of them the whole nation today stands together as ONE. Afridi shouldn’t be the one apologizing, we should be the one thanking this man for all his efforts and heart he’s put in the game.
How many times in a year do you see people wearing green tee shirts? I swear, I saw a pathan (no offence to anyone) wearing a bright green shalwar kurta on Wednesday. This doesn’t happen often, and this is the kind of unity we need at the moment. Thankyou boys, you recreated a nation, that’s more than a cup for us.
Our hearts are bleeding and its still bleeding green.
We love you all regardless. <3
I’ve never been a cricket fan. The part of me that loved cricket died somewhere sometime. This World Cup and the team green restored the faith in me again. Moreover, I fell in love with the captain. How can you not respect a captain who says sorry to his nation infront of millions of people. He lost the game but won the hearts of the entire nation.
heartbreaking. Get up, Lala. Look, the world LOVES you, regardless. *hugs*
It was because of Lala, our national anthem was played on the land of India. How often does THAT happen? Damnit, its big. Its HUGE. How can you not love a man who made it possible?
It’s hurting. And it’s hurting A LOT that we didn’t win. I have a broken heart and I don’t know how to make everything right. I wish I could go to sleep and wake up when its all over. But that cant happen right? We will never get over this. Never. Atleast I will never.
I want to go and hug each one of the man in green for making us so proud. Its because of them the whole nation today stands together as ONE. Afridi shouldn’t be the one apologizing, we should be the one thanking this man for all his efforts and heart he’s put in the game.
How many times in a year do you see people wearing green tee shirts? I swear, I saw a pathan (no offence to anyone) wearing a bright green shalwar kurta on Wednesday. This doesn’t happen often, and this is the kind of unity we need at the moment. Thankyou boys, you recreated a nation, that’s more than a cup for us.
main bari hu ker Afridi banungi.
Our hearts are bleeding and its still bleeding green.
We love you all regardless. <3
Friday, March 25, 2011
Cricket? More like a WAR.
It’s not cricket anymore, it’s a WAR.
Yes, it IS a war. A war between the two countries who claims to have love for each other but no, we all know what the truth is, we can stand anything in this world but cannot stand Pakistan lose this match to India. We will NOT let it happen. Ever.
Shahid Afridi: One name every freakin’ player fears. Lala is our man. Love him or Hate him, you just CANNOT do it without it. True fact. He’ll run centuries for you or gets clean bowled on the very first bowl. But we just can’t stop loving him, can we?
I never wanted Aussies to lose the quarter finals to India. It’s always fun to watch Indians cry than to watch Aussies cry. But, we don’t care who we face, we are going to WIN it. It’s more than just a cup now. It’s a reputation, love, and nations at stake.
Can we now get back to Lala? I never thought Afridi looks so hot when sweaty and angry, okay, I’ll stop here now. And the pose that he gives \O/ , yes this one. OOMAIGOODNESS. The most epic thing to watch on television. I loveee it when our players hug him in that very pose. LOVE IT.
I’ve never been this insane about cricket before, but we all have a reason this time. I can’t wait for March 30, 2011, I can’t wait to shout my lungs out, I can’t wait to wear my green jersey, I can’t want to paint my face with green and white paints, I can’t wait to see India lose the match to Pakistan in their homeland. WHAT AMAZING FEELING.
This feeling of restlessness is insane. I wish we could just push the other two quarter finals and bring the semi finals forward. Excited, nervous at the same time. The butterflies in my stomach have butterflies in their stomachs. The hype is already unbearable. If I wasn't addicted to the internet, I'd just shut it off for the next six days and sleep till the 30th. Oh well.
Men in Green, please please please, win this for us, win this for me, win this for the color green, win this for the nation, win this for yourselves, WIN THIS. BASS. For, we’re always supporting you guys, NO freakin’ matter what! <3
Abb de ghuma kay India k munh par!
Yes, it IS a war. A war between the two countries who claims to have love for each other but no, we all know what the truth is, we can stand anything in this world but cannot stand Pakistan lose this match to India. We will NOT let it happen. Ever.
BRING IT ON!
Shahid Afridi: One name every freakin’ player fears. Lala is our man. Love him or Hate him, you just CANNOT do it without it. True fact. He’ll run centuries for you or gets clean bowled on the very first bowl. But we just can’t stop loving him, can we?
Lala k baaaal.♥
I never wanted Aussies to lose the quarter finals to India. It’s always fun to watch Indians cry than to watch Aussies cry. But, we don’t care who we face, we are going to WIN it. It’s more than just a cup now. It’s a reputation, love, and nations at stake.
Can we now get back to Lala? I never thought Afridi looks so hot when sweaty and angry, okay, I’ll stop here now. And the pose that he gives \O/ , yes this one. OOMAIGOODNESS. The most epic thing to watch on television. I loveee it when our players hug him in that very pose. LOVE IT.
♥
\O/
I’ve never been this insane about cricket before, but we all have a reason this time. I can’t wait for March 30, 2011, I can’t wait to shout my lungs out, I can’t wait to wear my green jersey, I can’t want to paint my face with green and white paints, I can’t wait to see India lose the match to Pakistan in their homeland. WHAT AMAZING FEELING.
This feeling of restlessness is insane. I wish we could just push the other two quarter finals and bring the semi finals forward. Excited, nervous at the same time. The butterflies in my stomach have butterflies in their stomachs. The hype is already unbearable. If I wasn't addicted to the internet, I'd just shut it off for the next six days and sleep till the 30th. Oh well.
Men in Green, please please please, win this for us, win this for me, win this for the color green, win this for the nation, win this for yourselves, WIN THIS. BASS. For, we’re always supporting you guys, NO freakin’ matter what! <3
mere jawaaan.
Men in greeeen.
Abb de ghuma kay India k munh par!
Monday, March 7, 2011
My name is Gossip.
My name is Gossip. I have no respect for justice. I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives. I am cunning, malicious and gather strength with age. The more I am quoted, the more I am believed. I flourish at every level of society. My victims are helpless. They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face. To track me down is impossible. The harder you try, the more elusive I become. I am nobody's friend. Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same. I topple governments and wreck marriages. I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartaches and indigestion. I spawn suspicion and generate grief. I make innocent people cry in their pillows. Even my name hisses. I am called Gossip. Office gossip - shop gossip - party gossip - telephone gossip. I make headlines and headaches. Remember, before you repeat a story, ask yourself: is it true? Is it fair? Is it necessary? If not, do not repeat it. Keep quiet! Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, shallow mind discuss people.
Friday, February 11, 2011
my highly awesome friends..
*right after i saw the news of Mobarak resigning*
Me and a friend on text.
Posting a screenshot from my cell. =D
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.
I love how awesome my friends are. =D
Me and a friend on text.
Posting a screenshot from my cell. =D
I love how awesome my friends are. =D
Friday, January 14, 2011
10 things you MIGHT hate about me.
10 things that may lead you to hate me, yeah.
1. The ‘K’ factor:
So yeah, I don’t really know how to reply to your ‘k’ text. We’re in a middle of a great conversation and when I get a freakin’ ‘K’ from you. DO NOT expect my text back. K?
2. Importance of Emoticons:
Emoticons like ‘:)’ ‘:(‘ ‘:P’ ‘:D’ ‘<3’ ‘:S’ and ‘:/’ are very very and I say VERY important to me. You gotta talk to me? Tolerate me with MY emotions, emoticons, I mean.
3. Severe mood swings:
If one day I’m the nicest person to you on the face of this planet and shout the shit out of you the other day, you’re a victim of my dangerous mood disaster, deal with it. Will you? Please? Thankyou.
4. Kids/Babies/Children:
My obsession with kids might get you to hate me, yeah. I totally adore babies. I can’t just resist myself when I see a baby anywhere. I just HAVE to run up to them to pull those delicious cheeks. =D
5. My ‘kinda’ music, oh yeah:
Hate me for listening to ‘teenage dream’ on repeat for 3 days straight. Or singing ‘Sheila ki jawaani’ on top of my lungs at the most random times. My music changes with my mood, I dance to Enrique, sing along with Sonu nigam, cry to Rahat’s Meri zaat zarra-e-benishaan, scream my throat out to Noori, hum along with Shreya Goshal and so on. All I want in life is GOOD MUSIC, anything else can just go to hell.
6. Superstar crushes:
John Abraham, Imran Ali, Aditya Roy, Imran Abbas, Fawad Khan, Enrique Iglesias, Jhonny Depp, David Cook, Shane West, Hayden Christensen are SOME of my fantasies. I have a lot more, trust me. As Shuja’at Raza would say, ‘Despo, har dusray din tumhare new crushes hotay hain.’ WORD!
7. Love for Camera:
The camera travels with me every single place I visit. There has to be a picture of every single thing, every single event, and every single occasion. Because it has been said, you can never have too many pictures. Ooohh, what’s that?! *must click one picture*, wow, that’s a treat to my eyes *clickkk*. So, Behen jee, give me my camera and DO NOT interrupt me while I photograph my McFlurry.
8. Sense of humor:
I don’t blame you, I, sometimes, hate myself for my abrupt sense of humor. I make a joke like that and realize oh man, what the hell did I just say. I’m cool as long as people end up laughing at it and if not, then dayyummm, I can’t really do anything about it.
9. Unusual nail paints:
Reds, blacks, yellows, greens, purples, oranges and blues are just some of my mosttt favorite nail colors. I’m totally obsessed with them. I have to have the matching nail paint for every dress that I wear. This may sound annoying and cheap, trust me, it is. Hate me for wearing shining yellow or lime green nail paint, for all I care!
10. Curiosity kills:
Curiosity kills the cat. Well, I am the cat here. I HAVE to know just about everything about everyone. What? Why? When? Where? How? are some of my beloved words. I ask a lot of questions and that sure does make people hate me. Its in my blood and veins and its not because I want to irritate you or something. But dude, I want to know what the hell happened.
I bet these are reasons enough for anyone to hate me. Hana? please say yes. =D
1. The ‘K’ factor:
So yeah, I don’t really know how to reply to your ‘k’ text. We’re in a middle of a great conversation and when I get a freakin’ ‘K’ from you. DO NOT expect my text back. K?
2. Importance of Emoticons:
Emoticons like ‘:)’ ‘:(‘ ‘:P’ ‘:D’ ‘<3’ ‘:S’ and ‘:/’ are very very and I say VERY important to me. You gotta talk to me? Tolerate me with MY emotions, emoticons, I mean.
3. Severe mood swings:
If one day I’m the nicest person to you on the face of this planet and shout the shit out of you the other day, you’re a victim of my dangerous mood disaster, deal with it. Will you? Please? Thankyou.
4. Kids/Babies/Children:
My obsession with kids might get you to hate me, yeah. I totally adore babies. I can’t just resist myself when I see a baby anywhere. I just HAVE to run up to them to pull those delicious cheeks. =D
5. My ‘kinda’ music, oh yeah:
Hate me for listening to ‘teenage dream’ on repeat for 3 days straight. Or singing ‘Sheila ki jawaani’ on top of my lungs at the most random times. My music changes with my mood, I dance to Enrique, sing along with Sonu nigam, cry to Rahat’s Meri zaat zarra-e-benishaan, scream my throat out to Noori, hum along with Shreya Goshal and so on. All I want in life is GOOD MUSIC, anything else can just go to hell.
6. Superstar crushes:
John Abraham, Imran Ali, Aditya Roy, Imran Abbas, Fawad Khan, Enrique Iglesias, Jhonny Depp, David Cook, Shane West, Hayden Christensen are SOME of my fantasies. I have a lot more, trust me. As Shuja’at Raza would say, ‘Despo, har dusray din tumhare new crushes hotay hain.’ WORD!
7. Love for Camera:
The camera travels with me every single place I visit. There has to be a picture of every single thing, every single event, and every single occasion. Because it has been said, you can never have too many pictures. Ooohh, what’s that?! *must click one picture*, wow, that’s a treat to my eyes *clickkk*. So, Behen jee, give me my camera and DO NOT interrupt me while I photograph my McFlurry.
8. Sense of humor:
I don’t blame you, I, sometimes, hate myself for my abrupt sense of humor. I make a joke like that and realize oh man, what the hell did I just say. I’m cool as long as people end up laughing at it and if not, then dayyummm, I can’t really do anything about it.
9. Unusual nail paints:
Reds, blacks, yellows, greens, purples, oranges and blues are just some of my mosttt favorite nail colors. I’m totally obsessed with them. I have to have the matching nail paint for every dress that I wear. This may sound annoying and cheap, trust me, it is. Hate me for wearing shining yellow or lime green nail paint, for all I care!
10. Curiosity kills:
Curiosity kills the cat. Well, I am the cat here. I HAVE to know just about everything about everyone. What? Why? When? Where? How? are some of my beloved words. I ask a lot of questions and that sure does make people hate me. Its in my blood and veins and its not because I want to irritate you or something. But dude, I want to know what the hell happened.
I bet these are reasons enough for anyone to hate me. Hana? please say yes. =D
Monday, January 3, 2011
10 Things I loved about 2010.
1. The Royal Bank of Scotland:
Working at RBS has been one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Awesome people, awesome work, awesome bank. Yeah. =D
2. iPhone:
My love, my addiction. One of the bestest things that I got.
3. Chocolates:
Needs no description. Ever.
4. Fariya Arshad:
It was Feb 2010 when I discovered this cousins of mine is not my cousin, but my ‘bichree hue’ sister.
5. Trip to Nawabshah:
4 guys, 2 girls. All crazy. One of the most memorable trips of 2010.
6. Sony Vaio:
THE bestest thing my father ever ever ever got me. =D
7. A.D.P [Aunty Disco Project]:
Discovered the band, good music, made friends with the members. Awesome.
8. Despicable Me:
“its so fluffyyyy, I’m gonna dieeee” Agnes is a legend!
9. Sheila ki Jawaani:
Where Sheila has taken the nation by storm. Im totally in love with the song and DO NOT miss any chance to show off my dancing skills to my sister goin my name is sheilaaaaa. Lalalalala.
10. New Year Eve:
What better way to end 2010 than being with my favorite people on this planet.
2011, give me a lot of reasons to write about you in January 2012. :)
Sistership
I’ve always thought how bad my life would suck without this idiot in my life. No no, it’s not my boyfriend. Wait, do i even have a boyfriend? Haha, jokes apart, I’m talking about my sister, Sidra Amjad, here. Oh how much I hate her.
I’ve had the most amazing conversations with her. Some of the most serious conversations about life. We share the most hilarious relationship any sisters would do. We laugh like 5 year olds at 5am in the morning on something that happened maybe last year on BBQ. Fight like idiots for no reasons at all. Shout at each other over silliest things on planet. But I love her to death at the end of the day. I just can’t, I mean, CAN’T ever take a decision without her approval whatsoever.
Here are some of the most funniest conversations we’ve had, there are, obviously, thousands more, but these are the most recent ones. =D
*4am in the kitchen on 27th Dec*
Me: Babyy I like it, the way you move on the floor *showin off my random dance skills to sidra*
Sidra: beta, aj baby nahi, ‘bibi’ gao. =D
*late night, inside the blanket*
Sidra: yar my tummy is makin weird noises.
Me: mine too. What did we had for dinner yaar?
Sidra: *making the ugliest face* tumharay haath k banay way matar pulao hi khaye they! :D
*last night, when we were actually goin to sleep*
Me: yaar, mainne suna hai agar socks pehen ke so jao and since i cover my head too while i sleep, tu log mar jaatay hain.
Sidra: Main roz soti hun socks pehen k. main tu nahi mari. tum apni philosophies apne pass rakho.
*hahahahahahhaha**laughed for an hour after that*
*on the computer*
Sidra: I want this comics now.
Me: what comics?
Sidra: Stephen king ki..us main 6 series ayengi. Har series main 5 5 series hungi.
*me starring at her totally blank*
Me: you don’t make any sense right now.
Sidra: dekho. 6 series ayengi..usmain har series main 5 series hungi, matlab har 6 series main 5 hungi.
Me: whatever sidra.
*almost every single day at random times*
Sidra: yar hira, parha kyun nahi jata?
Me: pata nahi.
Sidra: ley, main bi kiss se poch rahi hun.
Me: dafa ho jao!=D
*all the nights since i am born*
Me: yaar sotay nahi hain, baatein kartay hain.
Sidra: go to hell, let me sleep
Me: please.
Sidra: yar hira, sonay de.
Me: please yaar.
Sidra: okay. Karo bakwaas.
Sorry Sidra, I know you want to kill me now. I’m just awesome. And to that I know what she’ll say, *making the weirdest face on this planet* going. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Buwahaha.
I will get to hear great criticism about this, I know. She’s very sensitive, I tell you. But who cares.=D
Sidra Amjad. You’re awesome. I love you. No kidding.
I’ve had the most amazing conversations with her. Some of the most serious conversations about life. We share the most hilarious relationship any sisters would do. We laugh like 5 year olds at 5am in the morning on something that happened maybe last year on BBQ. Fight like idiots for no reasons at all. Shout at each other over silliest things on planet. But I love her to death at the end of the day. I just can’t, I mean, CAN’T ever take a decision without her approval whatsoever.
Here are some of the most funniest conversations we’ve had, there are, obviously, thousands more, but these are the most recent ones. =D
*4am in the kitchen on 27th Dec*
Me: Babyy I like it, the way you move on the floor *showin off my random dance skills to sidra*
Sidra: beta, aj baby nahi, ‘bibi’ gao. =D
*late night, inside the blanket*
Sidra: yar my tummy is makin weird noises.
Me: mine too. What did we had for dinner yaar?
Sidra: *making the ugliest face* tumharay haath k banay way matar pulao hi khaye they! :D
*last night, when we were actually goin to sleep*
Me: yaar, mainne suna hai agar socks pehen ke so jao and since i cover my head too while i sleep, tu log mar jaatay hain.
Sidra: Main roz soti hun socks pehen k. main tu nahi mari. tum apni philosophies apne pass rakho.
*hahahahahahhaha**laughed for an hour after that*
*on the computer*
Sidra: I want this comics now.
Me: what comics?
Sidra: Stephen king ki..us main 6 series ayengi. Har series main 5 5 series hungi.
*me starring at her totally blank*
Me: you don’t make any sense right now.
Sidra: dekho. 6 series ayengi..usmain har series main 5 series hungi, matlab har 6 series main 5 hungi.
Me: whatever sidra.
*almost every single day at random times*
Sidra: yar hira, parha kyun nahi jata?
Me: pata nahi.
Sidra: ley, main bi kiss se poch rahi hun.
Me: dafa ho jao!=D
*all the nights since i am born*
Me: yaar sotay nahi hain, baatein kartay hain.
Sidra: go to hell, let me sleep
Me: please.
Sidra: yar hira, sonay de.
Me: please yaar.
Sidra: okay. Karo bakwaas.
Sorry Sidra, I know you want to kill me now. I’m just awesome. And to that I know what she’ll say, *making the weirdest face on this planet* going. Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah. Buwahaha.
So yeah, that my sister, Dr. Sidra Amjad, well, almost.
A lot of my mothers dramatic nature transferred into her. Shes highly dramatic, overly hyper when awake for the longest time. Will laugh AND cry for no reasons. Doesn’t like ANYTHING that I adore. Loves everything that I hate. Hates partying. Loves book. Hates music. Loves cooking. Hates makeup. Loves dressing up. Yeah, everything weird you want, my sister has it. One of the reasons I love her to bits.
Sidra Amjad. You’re awesome. I love you. No kidding.
P.S: I hope you get married before I do, so that I get to do the ‘Sheila ki jawaani’ dance on your wedding. You know, how desperately I want to. =D
Kahaani Ghar Ghar Ki.
Ek jawaan beti. Ek dramatic Maa. Story of my life.
Apparently, my mother is one of the star plus ladies you see everyday. The type of amma whos just not happy/content with anything or everything that I do. I remember the time I was working. I used to leave for work at 8 and normally used to get back home by 7:30ish pm. Being a banker sucks. Like totally. Driving in the shitty Karachi traffic from all the way to zamzama was another hell for me. My mind used to go blank and I used to hate everybody the moment I enter home. All I needed was PEACE. But *tadaaaa* this is what happens:
*just when I entered*
Me: Asalamalikum.
Ammi: Waalikumsalaam, aagayi meri beti.
*Silence*
Ammi: kaisa raha din? Kaam tha? Thaki hue hogi na? kitna kaam kiya aj?
*Silence*
Ammi: Dupeher main khana khaya tha? Kya khaya tha? Kitne baje khaya tha?
*after a long silence*
Me: Main zara fresh hu jaun agar ap ijazat dein?
Ammi: han han jao. Kapre nikaal dun? Konse kapre dun? Trouser shirt de dun?
*shuts the washroom door* *ammi waiting outside in the room*
Ammi: khana khana hai? Ya sab ke saath khaogi?
Me: *turns on computer* .. Ammi. Aj bahut kaam tha, bahut thak gayi hun main. Dupeher ka khana khane ka time nahi mila mujhe. Pringles kha liye they kaam karte karte. Subha jaldi office pahunchna hai. Bahut neend aarai hai. Khana de dein. Main jaldi so jaungi.
Ammi: naukri kya shuru ki. Ghar par time hi nahi deti. Tumhare abbu bi keh rahay they. Jee jee jee jee jee jee jee jee jee .. … …. ……….. …………
REWIND. EVERY DAY of the week.
Now since, I’ve quit my work for several reasons. My mom is still not satisfied.
Ammi: sara din soti rehti hu ya computer pe bethi rehti hu. Ghar k kaam kiya karo. Khana banana seekho. Sidra ne roti banana seekh li thi itna pehle.
Me: acha.
Ammi: Bahut pareshaan kar ke rakha wa hai. Kal ko apne ghar jaogi tu kuch aata jaata nahi hoga tumhein.
Me: *barely listening* ACHA.
Ammi: Kal subha se jaldi uthna aur khana tum hi banaogi roz. Bass mainne keh diya hai.
*walks out of the room*
Well.yes. that happens with me every single day. But you know what, I Enjoy. Its fun. I love my mom. And I love her being this dramatic.
And no, I still don’t cook. Who wants to miss all the fun that happens daily? :)
Apparently, my mother is one of the star plus ladies you see everyday. The type of amma whos just not happy/content with anything or everything that I do. I remember the time I was working. I used to leave for work at 8 and normally used to get back home by 7:30ish pm. Being a banker sucks. Like totally. Driving in the shitty Karachi traffic from all the way to zamzama was another hell for me. My mind used to go blank and I used to hate everybody the moment I enter home. All I needed was PEACE. But *tadaaaa* this is what happens:
*just when I entered*
Me: Asalamalikum.
Ammi: Waalikumsalaam, aagayi meri beti.
*Silence*
Ammi: kaisa raha din? Kaam tha? Thaki hue hogi na? kitna kaam kiya aj?
*Silence*
Ammi: Dupeher main khana khaya tha? Kya khaya tha? Kitne baje khaya tha?
*after a long silence*
Me: Main zara fresh hu jaun agar ap ijazat dein?
Ammi: han han jao. Kapre nikaal dun? Konse kapre dun? Trouser shirt de dun?
*shuts the washroom door* *ammi waiting outside in the room*
Ammi: khana khana hai? Ya sab ke saath khaogi?
Me: *turns on computer* .. Ammi. Aj bahut kaam tha, bahut thak gayi hun main. Dupeher ka khana khane ka time nahi mila mujhe. Pringles kha liye they kaam karte karte. Subha jaldi office pahunchna hai. Bahut neend aarai hai. Khana de dein. Main jaldi so jaungi.
Ammi: naukri kya shuru ki. Ghar par time hi nahi deti. Tumhare abbu bi keh rahay they. Jee jee jee jee jee jee jee jee jee .. … …. ……….. …………
REWIND. EVERY DAY of the week.
Now since, I’ve quit my work for several reasons. My mom is still not satisfied.
Ammi: sara din soti rehti hu ya computer pe bethi rehti hu. Ghar k kaam kiya karo. Khana banana seekho. Sidra ne roti banana seekh li thi itna pehle.
Me: acha.
Ammi: Bahut pareshaan kar ke rakha wa hai. Kal ko apne ghar jaogi tu kuch aata jaata nahi hoga tumhein.
Me: *barely listening* ACHA.
Ammi: Kal subha se jaldi uthna aur khana tum hi banaogi roz. Bass mainne keh diya hai.
*walks out of the room*
Well.yes. that happens with me every single day. But you know what, I Enjoy. Its fun. I love my mom. And I love her being this dramatic.
And no, I still don’t cook. Who wants to miss all the fun that happens daily? :)
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