Sunday, 29 April 2012

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

Thursday, 26 April 2012

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.

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

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.

Monday, 23 April 2012

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 :'(


Sunday, 22 April 2012

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.

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

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?

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

The story of a kid


At that moment, it was the best day of his life. He has lived for that day always. It was unimaginable that the smile will leave his face that day. He was thinking along all day how to surprise his mother about that feat he had achieved while every other classmate was congratulating him. He had been trying to achieve it for last 8 years and he was there. As he knocked the door, his mother was standing there to ruin all his plans to surprise her. That smile which had been there all day, vanished in an instant. He was standing there all distressed as he was congratulated by his mother. For the first time in his academic career, he was First in his class and his mother had asked the school receptionist before waiting for him to tell her himself.


Since that morning of 19th August 1990 and the day he gained his senses, he has been disappointed by his parents in the same way. His parents was over possessive of him, never let him enjoy with the elder cousins and expected him to top in everything in school. He was made in to a very soft person. Pinch him and he had started crying. He was beaten by his mother for bad result in tests. 9.5 marks out of 10, and he was greeted by a slap. He was only allowed to put the step out of home an hour before Maghrib and if he had got 8 out 10 in a test, he was banned to go out that day. The day he had received his exam timetable, he was banned to go out until the day exams have been finished. He had achieved 90%+ marks throughout the term and yet he was cursed for not being first. He was only allowed to play on his Sega after he had solved the question paper in front of his mom after coming from exam without even a single mistake, and that too for half an hour, which was very closely monitored.


As he was the eldest in his house, he always wanted some company. Sadly for him, his two brothers died just after they were born. He was not even able to have a single glimpse of them. All he was told that they were kept in a particular tube, shown by his grandmother when she somehow managed to take him to the nursery. A couple of months after he had lost his second brother, his grandfather left him too. He had always been close to his grandfather. He had gone for a walk with his grandfather every evening who had bought him a chocolate and gave him tips on Cricket. After those tragic losses, he was turned into a psycho. He had created imaginary friends and kept playing Hockey, Cricket and Football all over his place, commentating on each and every move and outclassing all his imaginary friends to win the matches.


One day, he was asked to bring something from market and from the remaining money, he bought a toffee for himself. His father spotted it and was reported to his mum. Just for a toffee, he was beaten by a hockey stick. That day, a rebel was born inside him. He had enough of the beating he had suffered. Keeping that soft person image of himself, he had reached his boiling point inside. He decided that it was finally time to grow up. His school helped him in his cause as they changed his section. There in the new section, he met those people who had done swearing like it's their everyday language. He had started swearing too. He did not care what people thought about him. He had started to lie to his parents and still bought things without bringing it to their notice. He had stopped caring about his results and was indulged in fights with his classmates and friends. He called himself a "cheating maestro". He never bothered to study for tests, all he did was to copy, either from a friend or from any other source. Because of his good boy image, teachers never suspected him and he used it for his advantage. The teachers always waved off any one's claim that he had labelled them with a swear word or had a fight with them.


While he was transforming in to the bad guy, he decided that he will join the air force to realise the dream he has seen from day one. He wanted to get registered in the air force school. He passed the test and interview and at the final moment, his parents disappointed him again. He was forced to continue with the school he had been in since Montessori and was told that he will be allowed to join the air force college only because the school had taught from the books of Punjab board. He somehow managed to satisfy himself, making plans for future. He passed class 8th with great passion and as he was reunited with his old classmates but that did not last long.


Once again, it was time his parents were their to ruin all the fun. Some one suggested that their child is intelligent enough to do O levels, so he was made to leave his childhood school and was asked to find bliss in a new one. There, he reverted himself back to the person he was always. That shy, soft person again. He had always lived like a person who was never aware of the outside world. He had been grown up as a PTV kid. He felt lonely in the new school as all of his classmates had knowledge of outside world. He was asked to come late for the first day in his new school and the moment he stood at the door of his class asking for teacher's permission, the whole class erupted with laughter. He continued, trying to live by his image of a great student but it was all too difficult for him. He had started to realise that O levels was not like his old school work where he could have just learnt what was written in the notebook and get done with it. He always thought he has good command over English language but his confidence hit rock bottom as he appeared for his first exams. He did not score well and for having bad relations with his statistics teacher, he was deliberately failed.


He moved on from it, aiming to score well in the finals. While he tried to concentrate on his studies, someone else was on his mind and distracted him from his path. He had a crush on his classmate but as always he has compromised, he did it this time too. His good friend told him that he likes that girl too, so he stepped aside and helped his friend start talking to the girl. He himself continued to show the girl that he likes her after his friend did not get along well with her, but she never understood. He finished the school, keeping his feelings inside him and regretting that he had told the girl about it a long time ago.


As he moved out of school, there was no one to guide him for his future. His hopes of joining air force had died long before. He was confused about where to move ahead and he chose accountancy. He got another responsibility of being a driver. He is asked to take his parents everywhere they want but is never allowed to drive alone. He lost all his friends except a few because of the sudden switch of fields.


Now here he is, all grown up but inside him, there still lives a kid. A kid who is unstoppable as he see a fun land. A kid who is a huge fan of video games. A kid who still likes to party and go out with friends. A kid who just can't hold himself if he see someone playing Cricket. A kid who wants freedom and wants to live like a kid. A kid who still likes to watch cartoons/ A kid who is holding all these emotions inside and getting along with the life, planning for the professional life. A kid who wishes to dance just as he listens to some bhangra music. A kid who just wants to live life like he wants to. A kid, who at the end of the day, lays down and think about everything his life has offered him and thinking if he could somehow make it the way he wants it to be in the future. A kid who is saying to his parents "Saari umar hum, mar mar k ji liye, aik pal to ab hamain, jeenay do, jeenay do"

No longer a public bus virgin

Finally, I'm writing it. There was so much on my mind to write about, but I don't know if I was having a writer's block or what, I just didn't feel like writing. Any ways, here it is now, I am writing.
It happened around 3 weeks ago when I finally decided to act against my parents' will and travelled in a public bus. It was first time for me, all alone, since the day I've reached puberty. I travelled in buses in my childhood every time I visited my grandmother's place but since I reached O levels and further, I was asked not to travel in buses because of those stories about accidents relating to public buses everyday.

The beginning to it was quite good as I found the bus which was half empty. As we move along, it started to fill. I have heard people that you should keep your cell phone inside your bag while travelling in a bus because you never know when you'll get mugged.. I was sitting with my bag clenched tight in my hands praying that I should reach my destination safely because if I hadn't, I had received a lot of dressing down from my parents about why I decided to travel in a bus.Any ways, it was not a very comfortable journey as I got stiffened back but what I observed throughout the journey is to be described. The two people beside me, started talking like they have known each other for years and they took the bus from different stops. Then, there was this person who was talking on his iPhone without any fear and I was like who said that people get mugged in the buses?

The return journey on the other hand, was not as much easy as I had thought. I had to stand up all the way through (more than 10 km) while trying to keep myself on my my feet from those awkward bumps caused by emergency brakes and the matters became worse as the bus kept filling. Although, something happened which removed all this pain of standing all the way from me. There were some women, who at first started arguing with the conductor and then her daughter spoke "Ammi yaheen utar jao, yahan se APUN ko chhota paray ga" I don't know how I was able to hold my laughter after hearing that, I had this dialogue in my mind thinking how should I write in the blog all the way through to my college.

These bus travels had been fascinating for me up till now. I have had my journeys in an empty bus as well as a fully loaded bus. I have been squeezed between people entering and leaving the bus and I have also hung from a door for a kilometre or so on the day Karachi was hit by a sandstorm. It has all been awesome for me and one day, I will be courageous enough to climb that little ladder and come all the way to my home sitting on the roof top of the bus.

Karachi ki buses, nothing can ever beat them ♥

p.s. I have been saving some money because I still receive Ricksha's kiraya from my home everyday. Sshhh.. Don't tell my parents :p

Friday, 16 March 2012

Lazy, not having a clue or whatever

I'm freakin' sick of myself. I just don't know what is happening to me. There is so much to write about, everything going inside my head but I don't know if I'm just too lazy to write/type. Past two weeks have been so much happening, there are lot of things that I want to share but just can't make myself to do.I seriously don't know. Is this called a writer's block?

Two months ago, at this time of night, I was hungry, I stood up, made a Zinger for myself but now, horses are running inside my stomach and I'm just not standing up to make anything. Pringles, chocolates, they are all in my drawer. I open it and then close it the next second, I don't know why.

I go to sleep at 5 in the morning and even after trying too hard, eventually I wake up in less than 6 hours. I'm not able to complete my sleep. I have exams looming in less than 2 months, I open the book and end up reading Harry Potter. The only thing I'm doing though is just tweeting. I send at least 80 tweets a day, and it'd have been near 150 mark if there were no classes.

Just for the sake of some writing and let out my frustration (I wanted to yell it out loud), this post has been put. Do tell me if you the answer to my question, I want to know what is happening to me. I'm seriously sick of myself -_____-

Monday, 5 March 2012

Is it really me?

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 :(