Dear someone who said, 'Mankind will never be satisfied with what they have', take a bow Sir/Madam. You are spot on there !!
Two months ago, I was living a life a student will dream of. I had nothing to do beside sitting whole day in front of the screen (during non-beghairiti time), play cricket or hangout with friends. I had no tensions to wake up early in the morning but on the other hand, I wanted to go out for classes and leave this space.
My wish was granted and regular classes begun. At first, I was all happy. Classes were during weekends and my routine was still pretty much the same but since my result, it has all bee changed. I have class every single weekday, that too in the evening (my cricket time). Weekends, the situation is worst. I can't even complete my quota of sleep -.- Classes from 12-8 on Saturday and a class from 12-2 on Sunday.
As things stand currently, I never thought I will ever do this. If someone asks me about a plan for next week, I have to check a calendar first and then remember my class timings on that day. Seriously, is it really me?
p.s. Tried to keep it a small post and I think I perfectly did it. Yaayyyy. Kudos to me :D And yes, I want my old life back :(
So many posts about my life and related events but I'm confused why I never wrote about Chocolate. Chocolate is an integral part of my life. I can live without food but it is impossible for me to spend a day without Chocolate. Although I still can't decide if it's the first, second or third love of my life, but it indeed is the love.
Chocolate is there everywhere with me. Ask me about an ice cream flavour or type of cake, I'll always go with chocolate. I just don't like any other flavour than chocolate. People might call me mad, but last month when there was this severe cold in Karachi, I used to have burger with a cup of hot chocolate as late night snacks. When nothing is there, I can have a dairy milk with a roti, seriously. And believe me, if you are weight concious, try having biscuits with Nutella as a dip in snack time, you'll absolutely love it. Sometimes, this love for chocolate is my weakness too, as I describe it as
Everything has a price tag attached to it. The tag attached to me reads 'Chocolate'
The idea behind this post was basically a quote from my teacher two days ago. It was 'Girls are like chocolates'. I tweeted this and someone asked me 'What are girls like?'. I'll surely answer that later in the post, keep reading :-p
Whenever I'm stressed or depressed, chocolate is there for me. it is an antidote to every single problem you have. Have a bar of chocolate and all the tensions you have in your mind will be flushed till the moment you finish the bar.
Let the tensions and problems hit you as much as they can. Chocolate is the best shield easily available out there
To wrap it up, chocolate is the best thing available out there. I want to salute the person who discovered cocoa and the art of making chocolate (too lazy to google it). I wonder what would have happened if chocolate wasn't there specially for people like me, who eat nothing else like chhaliya other than chocolate.
Chocolate is like the best thing in the world. They might be hard from outside but when you rightly own them, there is nothing better when they melts around or inside you and that is the moment when you truly enjoy the chocolate, regardless of whatever is on your mind. You just can't feel anything else until and unless you have every single bit of it
Forget love, I'd rather fall in Chocolate ♥
p.s. I did explain the question I was asked on Twitter. Great if you've got it. Otherwise, I'd strongly recommend you to go and watch Cartoon Network :)
I thought I'd be busy with personal studies but this new timetable has taken over all my plans. Classes tomorrow from 12 to 10 -___- #FML
Started this post during early hours of 25th but never completed it. The start to the day was sad because just as I woke up, I received this news that my great grandmother has passed way. She was in a very serious condition for at least 2 months and doctors had given up on her. Allah Taa'ala unko Jannat mein jaga ataa farmaaye. Ameen.
Back to the purpose of the post, I'm really busy now. I have classes all week, evening classes. I'll have to miss my Cricket again -.- The only way I'll be able to play is on Sundays if my parents don't want to leave early for nani's place. On the other hand, all my plans to spend the daytime at Library have been hit too. Besides Wednesday, I have classes late till 10 in the night. Saturday, from 12-10. With no CNG available and my parents not letting me travel in public buses, it is so bizarre to bargain with the rickshay wala for the fare.
It's time to work on plan B then. First of all: cut my time on internet, I SERIOUSLY need to do this. 2. use every second free I get to get on with studies, MATHS is taking over me now :/ 3. Spend my break time from 2-6 on Saturdays wandering on Tariq Road with my best friend (Ssshhhhh.... Don't tell my parents)
This was again going to be a long post but I still have some chores to do before I hit the bed and it's already 3 in the morning. On the other hand, I have to wake up at 10 to get ready for a class at 12 :/
p.s. I know that things are wayward in this, it was never planned and was written while I was continuously distracted by Facebook and Twitter
There haven't been more Cricket posts than I though there will be but now I'm back with one. As the title says, it's all about how much crazy I am for cricket.
Ever since I've gained senses, cricket has been an integral part of my life. I don't remember the 1992 world cup but I clearly remember the hype and all the support for Srilankans after Pakistan was knocked out in the Quarter Final. Since the day my mum allowed me to step outside my home an hour before Maghrib, Cricket was the only thing I played. By the age of 6, I had remembered names of players of every single Cricket playing team and my uncle used me around his friends to brag that his 'bhanja' knows everything about cricket and I used to tell them about all the players.
Cricket has always been there with me. When I lost my brothers, I was all alone and what I did was to make imaginary friends and named them according the that time Pakistani cricket team players. Batting was done in a way that the ball was dropped just in front of my bat and it was whacked away around the room. There was a little nudge on sixth ball of every over so that I take a single and keep the strike. Bowling now and it was done in a way that a fast ball was bowled against a bat leaned on a wall and as it was rebounded towards the bed, a diving catch was taken and I had the feeling of the best fielder in the world. In case the ball hit the padlock, the imaginary batsman was considered bowled. There were so many hattricks that I took and sometimes the opposing team was out within mere ten deliveries. And yes, I've realised now that I was nearly a psychic back then :)
Then there was this incident involving my grandfather. He had his eye operated and was staying with us. While I continued to enjoy my free time playing cricket alone, once the plastic ball hit his operated eye. That day, he told that if I ever become a cricketer, I should narrate this incident when I'll receive my first Man Of The Match award.
Coming on to my love for watching Cricket, as I said earlier, I was into it from the day I understood Cricket. Me and my father used to sit together and watch till the very last ball. There were times when my father used to stop eating if Pakistani team lost. On the other hand, I've always hoped for good. There was the 1999 world cup when I sat there and watched every single match and cheered for Pakistani team and when they lost in the final, I prayed till the last ball that a miracle can happen. I prayed till the last ball when Pakistani team was battered by India in 2003 world cup and when they unexpectedly lost to Ireland in the 2007 world Cup. On the other hand, there have been quite a lot happy moments being a Pakistani cricket fan. There was this Tri Series in Australia in 1998 or 1999 when I followed it while spending my vacations in Tando Alah Yaar ( A village in Sindh). Then there was this famous match between Pakistan and SriLanka in Sharjah, I was screaming all around my Nani's place while no one had a clue what was happening. I still have all those memories of Pakistan winning those Sharjah cups, Afridi hitting those boards to earn the cash prize and Pakistan winning the Sharjah cup every next year. I still have that memory in my mind when Pakistan won the Asia Cup last time after they were down and out and Moin Khan batted beautifully in the death overs.
The craziness about cricket in me can be judged from the fact that in my childhood, the shopkeepers in the market just opposite to my house used to ask me when will be the next match of Pakistani Cricket Team and asked me to share my EXPERT opinion on the current form. They still do that though, just before every single match and I'm sure there will be discussion about today's victory against England tomorrow.
When it comes to playing, I'm a leg spin bowler. Because of my unwanted extra weight, I couldn't bowl fast, so I switched towards Spin and that has give me an edge. Batsmen find it really difficult to read the spin and in matches of mere 6 overs, every dot ball is priceless. As I concentrated on spin bowling, the pace generated itself and I can now bowl medium pace whenever I need to. People sometime complain that I'm over enthusiastic but that is me, when I play cricket, I play with passion. There have been many incidents when a fight nearly broke out because I usually yell 'NIKAL' whenever I take a wicket. As for batting, I'm not a very big hitter. I like to spend time in crease, get settled and then whack over the boundary when I have clearly set my foot inside. I play spin really well.
As for current thoughts on Pakistani Cricket Team, well as everyone say, they are unpredictable and that is what their strength as well as weakness is. they can never be consistent. after they whitewashed the number one test in the world, we were hoping to see them continue grabbing the glory in ODIs too but the reverse happened. England took their revenge and whitewashed Pakistan Now to T20s and wow, it was an emphatic start to the series. Ovais Zia was sensational as well as it was good to see Umar Gul back in good form too after he got the beating in the ODI series. Even when they were losing, I listened till the very last word of radio commentary (Thanks to KESC -.-) before switching it off in depression. But I had a belief and today, they are back to winning ways.
Be Green. Feel Green. Live Green. Bleed Green. And you know what, I LOVE YOU Team Green ♥
And here's this amazing song by Junoon dedicated to the awesome Pakistan Cricket Team
As the title says it, this is one weird post. It is not planned, I'll just write what will come to my mind as I type. May be some tweets, some quotes, music, movies or anything else, this one could contain anything. I was getting bored and I don't know why I didn't have a topic for a blog post. Warning again, this will be one way ward post, so you can still close the tab :p I'm still unable to get a topic, Any ways, I'm starting now. Someone says that blogging is to write out feelings inside your heart, let's see if at the end of this I'm able to write out what is inside my heart. Just between this, I've decided to redesign the appearance of my blog. Be back later with the new design xD Arrghhh... Never managed to do it, I want some new fonts but they are all boring or either girly :/ I want to change the background too but did not find a good pic of Pakistani Cricket team celebrating. On the other hand, my media player has gone from its usual 'sad' mode to the extreme sad, i.e., 'crying' mode. I'm too lazy to compile up a playlist and as a result, it just played this song...
If you're still reading this post, I want to give you an standing ovation because I don't think someone will still be reading this pointless stuff after listening to such a sad song (or you didn't even bother clicking at the video, eh?) Moving on, this past week was great besides the fact that Pakistan Cricket team was brutally beaten by England. It was supposed to be the week when I had to start studying full time, although I started but it never happened as I thought it would be. I've registered myself for AS level Accounts and haven't yet looked at the book, in fact I haven't yet bought it. On another hand, I think it's safe to say that I have made another very good friend in my KT partner, Ayela. Some things are just meant to happen, aren't they? :p (we are yet to debate on this though about who made this DIALOGUE public :D) On a serious note, she is a wonderful person. All the discussions with her about Sega, some people and some of my personal stuff, I have enjoyed every bit of it. Ayela, I hope you rapidly recover fully, have all that you have been craving for since your illness and wish you lots of good luck in advance for your exams :)
Next up, Twitter. As the newbies say it, I don't get it, I said it too at the start but now, I absolutely LOVE it. As everyone makes mistakes, I did too by following some fangirls and still have to cope up with them because I want to get to 150 followers by the day I complete an year on Twitter. I've already crossed 9000 tweets (I wonder how do I tweet this much) and now moving on towards my target to reach 15000 tweets by the end of this year. Despite all these fangirls, I have some great followers and people on Twitter. It is fun having little chats with them and that is the reason why I have switched on my another sim, just to keep tweeting when I'm not on the PC. It is really fun there. If you have an account on twitter and is not yet following me, have a look on the left side, you'll find a quick link to follow me.
Last but never ever the least, I want to share a little message with you. We use the word 'rape' a lot of time while joking about someone getting battered but for once, spare a thought about people (usually women) who have been through this brutal act. It takes a lot to move on from one incident when it is so much depressing like the one mentioned and when we name it, please think how do they feel. It might be humour for you but if it had happened with one of your family member or close relative? Think about it and 'rape' is not a single word, there are a lot of synonyms available. Stop being a 'keyboard warrior' and spend the free time you waste on internet for some good. Thanks.
Say NO to Rape Jokes !!!
Btw, here's a new quote by me :p
Let the tensions hit you as much as they can. Chocolate is the best shield easily available out there :)
Forever Alone and still celebrate it, YES I do ! :) For the last two years, I have been celebrating it with my family, you can call it a co-incidence though. Last year, I went out with family and had a great dinner. Today, it was with friends and was a great great day. I don't know why I wanted to celebrate or have fun today. Maybe because of my results yesterday? I am still confused why I wanted to have fun.
Vibrating and stopping at regular intervals, we reached our destination somehow and then the party begin. I made my friends walk around Tariq road and they kept on moaning about the walk. I had promised them that once we'll reach our destination, it'll all be fun and yet it was. Keeping our eyes on the red valentine's butterflies, I took them straight to fun land at Dolmen Mall (yeah, I'm still a kid) and the rest that happened cannot be described in words. The extraordinary amount of fun we had, the way we showed our skills on kids' games and last but the best one, the shooting area. Smashed Aasim in a game of Tennis and then Air Hockey before our best memory of the day was created at the shooting area. We stole tickets earned by a girl right under her nose and she never knew what happened :D
Having created those memories, we walked off to find a cheap and better eating place singing 'Aate jaatay khoobsoorat awaara sarkon pe' when I just spotted a cheap deal by Pizza Hut and we immediately entered there. The scenes created there were better than those at fun land. The lift, who's capacity was 250 kg, was loaded with two fatties and a normal person, making awkward noises all the way up :D Just as we stepped outside the lift, the waitress who welcomed us was wearing a red heart shaped badge made of glazed paper 8O We ordered 'Afghani Chiken Tikka' and believe me, it is great. The raita type of sauce, it's delicious. while waiting for our Pizza, we were watching amazing display of batting by Azhar Mehmood and during the innings break, just as they put on the romantic songs, the couple opposite us asked the waiters to dim the lights :D
As we were done with the khaapa, we set out to find the Ricksha and the normal debate for fares. We kept on singing all the way and then in the Ricksha too. The mood swung from old Indian songs to the awkward Indian drama songs and then the political parties' songs. We kept on singing till we were yards away from our place. It was one hell of a day.
Thanks to Aasim and Talha Mama, I spent one of the great days of my life. They cancelled their dates to spend the *Le Together Alone Day with me. Seriously, love you guys yaar, you both made my day ♥
Finally, I'm eligible to be called 'ACCA Part Qualified'. Celebrations, smiles and everything aside, the next 4 to 5 months will decide my future. I have A levels in May and then 3 ACCA Papers in June. Besides that, I'm also looking for my job/articleship. I have applied in couple of firms and I'm hopeful that I'll get an appointment letter from them. So through all this job stuff, studies and the pressure to get done with it all, I really have to switch back to how I used to study before joining O Levels.
For past two weeks or so, my mind was indulged in making different plans as to how things will be in case I fail one or both papers. Alhamdulillah, it has not happened and now I'm looking to implement plan A.
First of all, I seriously need to cut my time spent on internet. All those nights that I spend tweeting, chatting, watching movies/shows or listening to music, I have to give up on them for some months. I might not be online on nights but I know I can't go to bed at 12.
Reason no. 1: Even if I hit the bed at 12, I can't sleep before 3 at least. What actually happens is that all those memories of my past, crushes, some chats or any other memory is flashed back and I'm left staring at the ceiling, regretting what I did and thinking I should have done this instead of that.
Reason No. 2: My classes are evening classes, 2 of them are theory classes. Wanna punish me? Make me take a day long theory class without my cell phone. So if I try to be a normal person, wake up early in the morning, this will not help in my cause for studies. I will eventually fall asleep in class and this will be a major hurdle in my quest to get done with ACCA.
Secondly, I'll join the Library. that will be another way of keeping me away from Computer. More time I'll spend inside my house, the more I'll be spending on computer provided it'll not be load shedding time. I don't have a good phone to use Facebook or Twitter on it, so yeah, this will be of benefit to me too. The plan is to reach library by 10 or 11 in the morning and spend the rest of the day there before my class timings.
Thirdly, with all this studies and stuff, I need to workout on my health too. The past 6 months that I've spent sitting at home, I've gained a lot. I just eat and remain seated on this chair, for almost 16 hours a day. I'll reach the library through public buses (Sshhh.. Don't tell my parents !!) and then walk all the way for my classes. As far as my own calculations are correct, the distance from library to my college is more than 3 kilometres (Yeah, I'll be doing it)
The above plans were made with an assumption that I'll not get a job before I'm done with ACCA. What if I get the job? Only Allah knows best how will it turn out to be. As things stand, I've registered myself for AS Accounts and I haven't yet seen the cover of the book or past papers. I'm also appearing for A2 Maths, and well, integration is now taking over my nerves. I've forgotten the techniques, where ln should be used and where it shouldn't be. Besides that, I've absolutely no clue how to solve these complex trigonometric identities -____-
So the bottomline is that I need to focus hard and dedicate myself to studies for next few months. Don't worry, I will take out time to do blogging as now I feel boring without it. Tonight might be the last one of those spent on internet doing nothing. I seriously need to go now. My parents haven't yet decided to curse me because I've got my result. They are letting me enjoy these moments but I can sense something coming. So before they get started, I should end it.
p.s. Forever Alone and in Karachi? Come lets celebrate Together Alone day tomorrow.An open invitation to everyone :)
I had always wanted to be a pilot, to be able to fly fighter plane for my country. In order to complete my aim, I even passed the test in PAF school in class 8 but never know what clicked in my father's mind, I was not allowed to join it. I was promised at that time that I'll be allowed to do intermediate from PAF college and the rest but again this didn't happen. As I passed class 8, a tutor advised my mother that I'm intelligent enough to do O levels (I had always studied in a matric school). So time flew and I completed my O levels. By that time, once again thanks to my mother and her concern for me being skinny, I had gained so much weight that I was unable to pass the entry test for PAF college. Any ways, I completed O levels and was left with a confused mind. With no chance of being able to get into PAF, my mind was wobbling between A levels and Inter. There was no one to guide me through it or to guide me about my future once I had given up for what I had planned to do since my childhood. Some people scared me by saying that A levels is difficult while on the Inter path, I couldn't think of any field in engineering to look forward. That is where I took the decision to completely switch towards Finance and get registered myself with ACCA.
This is where the basic purpose of the post is revealed. I joined ACCA and with a packed classroom of 50 odd students, I was looking forward to making new friends and meet new challenges but then the harsh reality of being a Finance student was revealed. I was never able to get myself registered in a university as I didn't do A levels. There was no support for me as to how I should move on with my studies and as a matter of fact, I was still dumb to search around Internet and find what is better for me.
As I stand today, I think I've absolutely no chance to join a university in near future. InshaAllah, I'll be done with ACCA by the end of this year and I need 3 years of practical experience. All that I've heard about being at University, the events, conferences, hangouts, hanging in points, worries about GPA, variety of courses, picnics, special discounts for university students, I might never ever have them.
On the other hand, I think university students wish for a life like mine. Every other day is a weekend for me. I just have to go for a 2-3 hours' class, otherwise, I just sit in front of this screen and do tweeting/blogging. I'm up whole night watching movies or shows, with out any tension of waking up early in the morning and rush to university. I can still play Cricket in evenings and go out with friends whenever I'd like to. Besides that, I get around 3 months absolutely FREE from any tensions about studies and classes. I don't have to worry about any quizzes or attendance, it never counts.
But still, there's this question in my mind which is yet to receive a satisfactory answer:
February or a particular day in February is in some way important to everyone, specially the youth. It holds so much importance to me this year too. Let's say, my future depends on this day. All that planning that has been done over the years, depends on this day. There had been few bumps on this journey too and InshaAllah the final hurdle will be crossed on this day.
Now if you who had been thinking up till now that this will be one romantic post about Valentine's, sorry dude, I just trolled you *evil smile* (I hope I succeeded). The day described is one before the Valentine's 13th Feb. As I said in my earlier post, I'm not a superstitious person but they do say that 13 is the unluckiest/jinxed number, right? To counter it, its the leap year. February with 29 days, I hope this may turn this day as the luckiest for me.
After I failed in two papers last session (and somehow managed to pass one because my father had a heart attack just 3 days before my exams), I'm now hoping to pass these two papers. These papers were the reason why I had to sit at home and do this blogging and stuff for past 5 months and get consistently criticised by my parents for not using internet as I should be, doing research and looking for knowledgeable stuff (I'm not Einstein/Newton -____-), or as my dad say 'If I had spent that much time on Internet, I had been a qualified Chartered Accountant by now' *finger on lips*. So now, when I wake up after half of the day has been elapsed on Monday, I now hope to see 'pass' written in an email. I've already decided that if it is how I've been presuming it, I'll scream, scream hard. No matter what my maid or mum will think. Finally, I'll be able to call myself ACCA Part Qualified and will impatiently wait for the certificate. This will also mean that according to my plan, I'll be done with ACCA in August (InshaAllah) and will start looking for the articleship before I turn 22. To get done with ACCA, it'll need a whole lot of effort and I'm well prepared for it too. Its time I get done with it the way I started my academic career. Its time I study like I used to do it as a position holder. Passing these two papers will also mean that I'll get a free license to be online. I'll not have to care any more about those taunts and criticising remarks from my parents.
As for what will happen if I fail those two papers or one of them (why the hell am I writing it? :O), those unlimited taunts will be thrown at me. The worst, I'll have to wait at least six more months to get done with ACCA (in case I fail both). My mum's first dialogue will be 'No more computer from today. I'll just pack it or throw it away.' FML, I don't even have a good phone to be online or do blogging from it. My life will be nothing just like Harry's before his 11th birthday. Taunts at every action taken by me. The only relief for me will be when I'll go out to take my classes, otherwise my home will be turned in a hell for me. I've already started preparing a defensive speech but it will provide no good. Eventually, my mouth will be shut up by 'Tum ne sahi se parha he nahin. har waqt to compuet pe guzaarte ho.'
Its enough I guess and if my mum wakes up at this moment, it'll be another awkward moment. So anyone reading this, please pray for me and my results. You are guaranteed a treat when I'll COMPLETE my ACCA :)
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Sometimes, we say things/put a status on Facebook/Tweet out of no where. Sometimes, they are praised by people, sometimes they are not. Some of them are not very deep but yet they make sense. Enough of 'some' of this blabbering, main purpose behind this post is to write down my famous *cough* quotes.
If you love someone, love the way they are, not the way you want them to be.
The ugliness of a girl is directly proportional to her academic achievements.
Life is a synonym of compromise.
Bitch is not a swear word. It is the name of a quality, mostly found in female species.
Enjoy the dark clouds in present. The future will always be bright
Everything has a price tag attached to it. The tag attached to me reads 'Chocolate'.
Teri izzat he iss laiq nahin k uski beizzati kari jaaye
Tame your ego, you will feel relaxed.
Forget love, I'd rather fall in Chocolate
Everyone hates for a reason. Hate without reason is secret love.
There is a substitute to everything besides Mother and First love
Isn't it ironic that we say life is ironic while we are the ones to make it ironic?
Khuabon ki dunya mein itna ooncha na uro k neeche aatay huay parachute kholnay ka moqa bhi na milay. Phir na parachute khulay ga, na tumhari aankhain.
For the sake of some people and their love for good sense of humour, I've nearly become a Joker
She could be a bitch like Buttercup and as cool and calm as Blossoms in a matter of moments. I just want her to be sweet like Bubbles
Two things that don't mix: Love and Ego
Daanton mein teri ajab si ajab si adaayen hain (That one was dedicated to a Rabbit :p)
If you think you're Aviril lavigne, Then I'm Eminem. Watch out baby, I might rape you in my next song
Hum to khilonay hain, log khel kar khush hotay hain, hum khila kar
Yeh Zindagi Na Milay Gi Doobara aur isi mein Katrina bhi dhoondni hai
If there is something Voldemort cannot understand, it is love. Sad to say that there are some living Voldemorts around
