One for my love....

Since the day I entered school, we have been in a relationship. The moment I was introduced to it, there was something which got me attached to it. By the passage of time, this relationship has become more and more strong. We were at the peak of our relationship during my O levels. Then, there came a sudden break and I was separated from it. For the past year, I have been reunited with it and now I'll never let it leave me. Many people have come across, watching me with weird eyes and calling me a psycho but I'm proud to be in love with Mathematics. Yes, MATHS.

That describes it well <3

You can close your mouth now :) I love playing with numbers. Maths is a challenge for many people, numbers with x and y in between but it has never been like it for me. That is the reason why I took Statistics, and Additional mathematics along with Mathematics in my O levels. While this love affair has been brilliant, just like every other relationship, it has given me a few hard moments too, especially when I was a kid. I was expected to score full marks in a test or an exam and whenever I didn't, I had to take a beating.


We had a breakup after my O levels but now we have been reunited, because of A levels. I'm being rudely punished by it for leaving it and I'm paying for it now. I didn't give it much time after my reunion and it has been protesting in an innovative way. It has given me stress and made me an insomniac. As a result, I have been spending most of the time with it.

My bed and my love. Things are little bit messy these days <3

A very special friend

By the end of this post, the person to whom this one is dedicated might be furious at me but that's what her quality is. She has been furious at me many times but (I think) she never mean it, unless I did something silly.

It's been more than 2 years now that we have been talking, before that it was just normal cousins' chat where I was always shy to talk to her. Somehow, it turned into a friends' chat while I made the effort always. She has always been sarcastic and gotta say it, I've enjoyed it many times because there was someone who stood up against me while I drowned others with my sarcasm.

In the past 2 years, whenever I had something to share about, I've always ran to her. Intentionally or unintentionally, she has listened to all the blabbering I had to offer, only to tell me in the end that either I was wrong or she can't help me. She has been there to listen to me after I had a broken heart and all the respect I gave to that person.

We have been arguing since day one. We never have a same opinion, about anything. These arguments end up with us either having a fight or me surrendering. I so wish that I win an argument one day :p She has also used my name as a 'swear word' with her best friend but still I don't feel bad about it because the honour she has given me, is enough to eclipse all those negative things. My name has been written in her journal and that is enough for me to forget whatever she has done.

While she always tried to ignore me, she has done some things for me that she might never know. Because of her, I have really started talking to people. Her non contribution in the chat has taught me how to carry on chatting with someone. I've bored her many times but still she has been there. She has helped me improve my English a lot and the most interesting part, she once taught me how to flirt as I was totally naive in that department :D She was the person who introduced me to blogging and giving me confidence that I can write too. Because of this blogging, I'm now a head of features at KarchiTips and people are now actually taking my advice on how do I manage to keep my blog updated.

I don't call her, I regard her as my best friend but she has never. She has always said that people from opposite gender can never be best friends. I don't know what's the logic behind it. I have been complaining about her always being rude to me but on the other hand, I've never stood back in pissing her off. I have done a prank on her and deliberately pissed her off many times, just to enjoy the respect I receive in return. Even though I was agreeing at some point, I put the counter argument just to make her angry.

I did something last year that saw me remove her from Facebook and we did not talk for around 3 months. How badly I missed her that I know but it was a punishment and I truly deserved it. I had to do it some day, just the timing was wrong from me I guess. Since then, I have been trying to make up for my mistake. We have been talking on Facebook messages but she is never ready to add me back. Itni saza to PM ko bhi nahin mili yaar. 


I just know a fact that she is never like this. There is a soft person that lives inside her, an emotional girl who cries when Pakistan cricket team lose. This rude side of her, is only reserved for me and I'm totally happy with it because I know she has never meant it. She was, is and will forever be a very special friend for me :)

p.s. Once again, I'm sorry for what I did last week and for what I did last year too. I regret doing it but it was necessary at that stage.

Single, by choice.

It takes a lot of courage to spend nearly 6 years of life advising other people on their relationship problems and motivating others to get along with someone, telling them tips and tricks. I did try to get myself I this massacre once but massively failed. To be honest, it was an act of immaturity from me where I never thought about the future and the possible consequences and fell for someone who was still a kid, a kid who was not even in Matric/10th grade.

Although I'm quite happy that I'm single and it's by choice but sometimes there are some feelings that get the better of you. Sometimes, as I lay down trying to get some sleep before I'm ready again to face this cruel yet funny world, there are many things that run around my mind. I feel that there should be someone with whom I can share all that crappy and weird stuff running in my mind, regarding my past and my future plans. A person who can listen to all that crappy stuff I have to offer. A person who then in return does the same and in the end we laugh at each other's weirdness. A person with whom I can share things I can't share with my best friends. A person who is there for me every time and vice versa. A person with whom I can fight and then try to make it up with them with anything I could possibly do.

*screeeeeeech* Think I got so much deep, had to apply breaks there. The bottomline is that sometimes I think that I should be committed to someone too especially when I hear about people having relationships for more than 5 years but on the other hand, I'm quite happy the way I am. I don't have the stress of giving time to anyone in this hectic schedule of mine and my first priority has always been my career. I will look into this matter after I get the much wanted articleship and I start pursuing my career. I'm quite happy with the friends I have as most of them are always there to help me out whenever I need them.

To those of you wondering why am I writing all this if I don't want to be in a relationship, I'm totally against Arranged Marriages. I mean, c'mon everyone. Its the 21st century and how could you think that someone will start a whole new life with someone they have never known or never ever seen? Get a life people, it's not like shy old times of 1980s. It's the age of social networking, get over your small mentality. Ok, I'm off topic again I guess but I just laid out all that was inside me as I tried to not get myself angry and screaming because of the rage created by boredom. Some signs of sleep appearing in my eyes, I should be respecting them as they come very rarely to me these days.

Trust and belief

From one of many memories of my grandfather, this is one of them and I guess, the most special one. He used to keep this Quran in his pocket whenever he travelled via air. It was his belief that he will land safely if he has that Quran with him. Proud of you dada and miss you so much :'(

I missed you

Dear blog, I missed you :( I was without a computer in the past week and it feels like I have no life at all if I spend one day without my computer/music/internet. My mobile phone does not have GPRS/WAP facility, so that makes me totally handicap.

Any ways, it has been a happening week. Where to start and where to finish, I don't have an idea. It's been a roller coaster ride. Some slow and sad moments, to be countered by some happy scenes, a piece of advice and got to know something that I never knew about me, it was all inside the last week. To top that up, there were some awkward moments that I'm feeling embarrassed to state down.... I've already been much embarrassed by sharing it with some close friends. Also, there have been so many new experiences as I have been travelling in Karachi's public buses. It's just another world inside a Karachi bus.

On the other hand, I'm not on talking terms with my best friend because of some stupidity by him whereas my other bestie has been acting a bit weird these days. Also got a new project to work on but I'd probably be giving it time after my exams. Talking of exams, I received my statement of entry today, so I finally know when I'm called to appear for exams. think I should start studying now. The other thing that has been bugging me is that do I look like some love guru or happiness distributing person? Every one seems to find me whenever they are sad and I take up the challenge to cheer them up. Or is it just me who just can't see people being sad and push them to tell what happened and find a solution for them? I'm really confused if I become too much sweet and caring at times to people and they find me annoying as I try to find a solution for them :/

There is a lot more to write about but I think it's enough to bore you. I'll be back later with a more boring post than this. All you lovely people out there, take good care of yourself and others around you :)

p.s. Please recite Surah e Fatha once for all those 127 people who lost their lives in the Bhoja Air crash yesterday and for the Legend Moin Akhtar as it's his first Death Anniversary today.

p.p.s Yeh dunya beghairton ka mela hai. Kisi se hum beghairaton ki tarha mohabbat karte hain, koi beghairat hamari qadar tak nahin karta.

How times change

More than half a decade ago, it was this day ( I started writing it on 30th march -__-) or around it that I received my results of class 8th. Despite being first in the first term and because of some lack of concentration, I received 84% marks which were too enough to send me to Science group of 9th class and chose whatever I liked. The sad part of it (as sadness has always been linked with my life) was that I was never appreciated by my parents for those results. As I'm a huge fan of chocolate, my mother had brought a kit kat but it was never given to me as I got the third position in the class....

Two days ago, my brother received his results for class 8th. He managed to get the percentage required to be eligible to get Science group but there was I, all day, thinking about if I had been on his place. What had happened if I had received marks like him. Tell you what, I had been greeted with a slap in front of whole school and then had been beaten all the way to home like a drum. I'd have been dictated to not set a foot outside for Cricket and my game console had been packed up.

On the other hand, it was like a party at my place when my brother came home with his results. Mom was bragging about it with all her family and my brother was asking for gifts for the feat he had achieved and I was just sitting there thinking about all the things discussed in the above paragraph......

Kya yeh khula tazaad nahin?