Call of Death

It’s that time of the year again.

Now there can be two deviations of this statement. Both that I can relate to. It’s the Labor Day also known as the 1st of May in layman’s term, celebrated in the most disappointing way in my country though, where no one really pays heed to this day other than enjoying an official holiday, Yes – perks of being an ass. However, to be brutally honest, I give no shit. Not now, at least.

It’s the first of May. It holds it’s own significance in my life. Other than sitting at home buried in my books where the walls of my study room have started to fascinate me, I sit and think. I wonder. I keep doing that. But to no avail, really. Waiting anxiously for this day to end, For it’s my birthday tomorrow. It’s here. Also not to forget the Exams in 4 days. See? See, HOW the excitement just went down the drain and whoosh, it’s gone. The British Council has its own ways to swing the lives of students; however they wish, however they want. Never have I felt this tired and frustrated. Maybe, it’s that phase again. For I know, these exams carry so much importance. I have myself completely prepared not to stress and give it my best shot.

There are times (read: every time) when I’m writing, I don’t know where is it leading to. This is, without a doubt, one of those times. Sticking to one thing is hard. I’m thinking something else, jotting down something else, wanting a chocolate, but doing fine with the mineral water, words seem to play with my already concentrated mind with; reasons to why current is induced to why Copper didn’t react to what does a catalyst do to why silver nitrate is a pussy and doesn’t react to God knows what.

I just want to keep on writing.

But it’ my birthday tomorrow….I love birthdays. This year, I feel ‘surprisingly’ weird. There are two certainties in life. One is death, second is your birthday, indicating that you’re closer to it. Maybe, I think too much and complicate things. Or maybe I’ve grown up and birthdays are losing the charm they used to have. But one more year closer to death, isn’t it? I believe in myself as the most optimistic person on Earth and probably, always smiling like a bad-ass. But tomorrow, it’s the 2nd of May. (When David Beckham was born too by the way (I secretly always jump frantically over this). Tomorrow reckons that there are 4 days left before the show starts. Tomorrow brings me to an older version of myself, Tomorrow indicates, like it does to everyone else on their day, My Call of Death. Just a bit closer, year after year.

“It’s being here now that’s important. There’s no past and there’s no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can’t relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don’t know if there is one.”

― George Harrison

*Over and out.*

Ice-cream anyone? 

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*I wrote this post on the 1st of may and it was to be originally posted on that very day but due to the excessive load shedding and the scarcity of time, it’s getting posted today. Means,my birthday’s over and tomorrow is ‘the day’*

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^ celebrating the day nonetheless, here’s to my 17 cupcakes my friends got me 🙂

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Blessing in Disguise

As I sit here in a world which is spinning round and round, I realize the value of every moment that my eyes witness. It doesn’t take long for a change to take place & I’m sort of a person who’d rather have everything stay the way it is, in a particular manner, and not change. Talking about some specific cases here, to be precise.

Time to halt and a moment of silence. Guess, it’s just not rainbows and unicorns all the time, right? You find peace when you want to. It won’t just occur without a collaboration of your mind, soul, and body, all in all – every inch of your body. & that is exactly what I’m failing to find now a days.

I’d rather have myself stranded on a deserted island right now, to be far away some place different, some place alone, some place where I think from a free mind and have least bit of distractions and a stressful/tensed atmosphere. I’m not sad, neither is my life non-fulfilling, nor am I ungrateful.

Life is just too happening. & this is exactly how it’s going to be. I fear, maybe I don’t have enough time for myself. I fear, maybe I don’t give my loved ones proper attention. Conclusion being, Time is winning the marathon race and I’d be chasing it for a lifetime, but to no avail.

My sister would be getting married in a month, to be exact. There are ecstatic moments, impatient souls, annoying relatives, fulfilling preparations, bride’s pre-wedding mood swings and then there are the realization attacks. This leaves me, the person in question. Yes, she would be getting married and she would be gone. An end to a lifetime with the beginnings of a new one.

It wasn’t for the time when she left for university 5 years ago, that we actually interacted well. I had matured, she had realized.

Those 5 years went by in a blink of an eye, obviously. All in all, honestly, life had kept us so busy that the absence wasn’t felt much. She was missed but we had pretty much gotten used to it. She graduated, she came back. It was only for some while that she got a job and went back to the same city.

That’s when I thought, that this was merely a blessing in disguise. Since, it had been decided that she soon would be getting married; her getting married later and going away again to the same city (coincidence, much?) would just be a different situation, the other way around. Soon after, she left the job and decided to stay with the family and spend the last two months together, where she gets to throw her tantrums nowadays, and we get to bear them. Pffft.

Now when I think of the time, I know it would come and go. & we would merely be digesting it that, soon, without us noticing, we would have been adjusted to it already. So this is a blessing in disguise too? She’s here, we get to cherish more moments together. Just a bit harder to accept the change.

Everything happens for a reason. & change is what you have to accept rather than betraying yourself by staying in denial. Maybe, it’s the very ‘formal’ encounters I have had with her fiancé, who is a part of family now. Is that how it’s going to stay? Obviously, no. Or so I hope. Maybe it’s just my stubborn behavior that I want to keep things this way, I don’t want to grow and I want to stay this age.

But then again, by the end of the day, I understand. I realize & I get it. And somewhere, I’m excited. Sometimes, tomorrows are just not welcomed with much ecstasy but one always hopes for a better tomorrow deep inside, with more blessings to be showered upon all of us. Today is today; tomorrow comes more changes, more hurdles, more happening situations, and more happiness to be shared!

Cheers, to new beginnings. To a new tomorrow. Where one finds peace and happiness. Because, I believe it’s a blessing in disguise sent from beyond.

“This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.  A joy, a depression, meanness,

Some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house

Empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out

For some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, these malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond”

 

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Hello. I love you. Goodbye.

Hello.

Hello, to everyone out here. It’s been a while since I posted anything. Exactly a month, to be precise. It wasn’t that I died and I just woke up all over again. If I really had died, you all would have been informed of my demise, that has been explained ‘how’ in one of my post. Anyways, time is one thing I honestly don’t have!

I love writing and blogging is something very dear to me. But the hectic routine I have is holding me back, that’s a strong hold, I must say! & I just could not,  NOT see a ‘November Archive 2012’ up on my side bar. So, I come here, & I post this. 

To apologize to all my new followers out here. I’m sorry, I haven’t been able to check your lovely blogs out. An apology for the comments made by many of you! Now that is something very unlike me. I love replying to the comments, but I just do not have the time to do so! To all my amazing bloggers, that I’ve been following, I’m sorry, I haven’t kept a right track of your stories and your adventures that you had to share, your pictures that you clicked, which keep me an awe, haven’t been seen lately and praised upon, by me.

It’s not that it’s something I’m forced to do so, like it’s an obligation I must abide by! But it’s something I love. I love what people have to say, what they have to share and say! The lessons I learnt, engaging with everyone out here in this community was always cherished. Keeping a track of all the posts by you all made it hard for me, as right now, as explained in one of my earlier post, I can’t seem to get enough time to sit and enjoy. 

In fact, there’s a 4 days event coming up in my city that I’m participating in. The excitement level has crossed it’s levels, and right after that, I have my midyear exams before my winter vacations. So, I thought to myself, that I’d be back when I’m done with all of this. Late December, that is Insha’Allah. 

A shout out to all of you out here : I love you! & I hate the fact that I’m not able to read your blogs. Right now, there’s a lot that I have to cope up with and deal it in the right manner. Focusing on my studies is a top priority as well!

So here’s a temporary Goodbye.

Conclusion being : Hello, I love you, Goodbye. (the name of this blog was inspired by a book by the way =p I heard, the book sucked)

 Stay blessed. Live happy. Be grateful. 

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This one’s for you, Mom.

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I was almost 6 years old back then, in this picture. Sitting in her lap has always been my favorite thing. Still is.

‘Paradise lies under the feet of the mother’ – Holy Prophet (Peace be upon Him)

Happy Birthday, Mama! Happy Birthday 🙂

I often take the explanation, that people give sometimes, as stupid, on how sometimes they do not have the right words to explain something, it rather seems eerie and impossible to me. How is that possible that you can’t express it, you can’t explain and let it out?

I think I was wrong. There are plenty of things where I’m left speechless. Be it an argument or a mere expressing of feelings for someone. I often go hyper and high while doing that though, that is, when I make an effort =p But I always explain, always do give my reasons!

My love for mom, just like that, can not be expressed. Can not be written, penned and typed down. Can’t be acted out (no. the million kisses i give her still don’t count). Because it’s mom. God, these moms. You don’t get them, do you?

I often tell her occasionally and rather randomly, ‘Um, hey mom?’ ‘I like you so much..’ She smiles and gives away a light laugh, partially thinking that now Sarin wants a favor or wants to ask her about something, but other half, I know, she knows that she can’t doubt the seriousness of my statement.

Raising four of us is quite a job. Yet, she’s still doing it. The house is fully maintained , thanks to her obsession with cleanliness. Married to a man who’s 15 years older than her, it makes them the perfect two.

Without her, I think I’d die. One of the many reasons that I’d die is that I’d die of starvation and hunger. Yes, my Mom still shoves the food down my throat! 😀 By now, I’m immune to all the lectures I get from my grandmother, remarks passed by some close relatives – Hey, I do have hands, but I just do not want to eat until mom shoves it down. Her hands have magic and a secret power!! Sounds cheesy? But I do believe in magic, don’t we all?

I wish and pray for you to live so long that they’d have to shoot you down. ( i am kidding, please).

Mama, I love you. We all love you. Forgive me, all of us, for all those things you think you deserve an apology on. Dur-e-shehwar, all that you’ve ever done has already been noted down and goes into the history of the best mothers.

Happy Birthday. God bless. You’re special, you do need a reminder for that! ❤

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Naram and Garam and I’m alive.

‘I vow to post 5 blogs this month’, I say to myself. I say a lot of things to my own awesome self and sometimes, I talk to myself too (that does not, under any strict sense of word, mean that I’m a loner), but that’s another thing. I laugh at the first sentence of this blog. There are people posting 5 times ‘a day!’ Heck, I’m dying here trying to post 5 times a month. It’s sort of funny, I know.

But then I’m satisfied when I see the condition I’m trapped in. I have school, I have homework, I certainly do have my evening tuitions, I have friends, I have Facebook and so life goes on… it certainly does.

It’ll get really hard to blog everyday, rather impossible. Yet, I have so much to say, so much to let out. Slow and steady, I’d say. After all, keeping everyone wait is another part of the game, no? 😉 (<–pure heavy sarcasm)

I’m blogging to let the world know, that yes I’m alive. Hola! 😀 Also if I die, you’ll get to know that too. Honestly, sometimes I wonder, what if the super amazing fellow blogging friends that I’ve made here die and I’m never informed about their death?

I get a teensy bit worried when there’s no new post by any blogger whom I’m following. So, what I did was penned down my ‘username’ and ‘password’ of any account that I have. For my best friends and my sister know, where to look when I’m gone. That diary… the one with pink, purple and yellow stripes. They’d update. & give away a final goodbye, maybe. I’d suggest you all to do the same. I know, I might be sounding creepy right now, but that’s not my aim. 

Anyways, for now, I’m alive. Heartbeat rate : normal. 

It also rained today. Second rain shower of the much awaited winters! Seemingly much better than last year. It’s wet and the weather’s lovely. Cool breeze. And it’s raining, did I mention that? On my way back home from school today, I was overdosed by the excitement chills. The weather itself had made me so happy and eager, I just had to blog. I felt like so. 
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^ My mom’s lush green lawn is all hyper in this weather! The road comes out clean when it rains. Light breeze and you have the perfect weather all to yourself 🙂

With that said, my stomach ached for something delicious. Which would go perfect with the weather. As soon as I stepped outside my school, I think I knew what I wanted. The corn. I wanted the challi, as far as my language is concerned. I want the corn! 

There was a man right outside my school selling it. ‘Naram aur Garam challi chaiyeh!’, I tell him in a loud and clear voice, from my car. ‘Soft and Hot corn, is what I need!’ Yes. Naram : Soft. & Garam : Hot. 

He asks if I want masala (spices)  on it. I nod right away. What I get after a wait of few minutes – extremely ‘naram’ corn, coated with masala, all over. Yes, Asians do have an obsession with spices. & it.was.cold. My challi was cold! 

Perfect moment almost ruined. Then I stared at it. A cold corn, coated with an excess amount of masala! Rather trying to make this moment sound even more intense than it actually was, I’ll tell you what I did next. 

I ate it. I ate the corn. It was scrumptious, none the less! Extremely pleasing moment I had. Sorry, for ruining yours. I’m sorry because the ginny never came out of the corn or nothing magical took place. 

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^ The corn I ate. It’s in a nicely eaten form in this picture.

Everyone out here : enjoy every moment for it is not to return. Some things would come out the way you expected or for most of the time, nothing like you wished. You’d have to accept them and do something about it. Happy Blogging! I’m alive 😀

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^ p.s I reeeaallyy enjoyed the wind.

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The Tagging Game!

With so much going on in life these days, I find it hard to cope up with all that I have myself trapped in. & so, blogging is that one thing I will never neglect or choose to let it fade. Recently, I got tagged by Alastair and this is his post which I had a great time reading and getting to know him even more : http://kattermonran.com/2012/10/06/tagged-youre-it/. I took some time to finally get onto it (God bless the weekend) and here it is! I present to you *drumroll please* The Tagging Game!

Here are some of the rules you need to apply :

 

  • Each person must post 11 things about themselves
  • They must answer the questions the tagger has set for them
  • They must create 11 more questions to ask bloggers they have decided to tag.
  • They must then choose 11 bloggers and tag them in their post.
  • These lucky bloggers must then be told.
  • There are no tag backs
  • You are under no obligation to play along, but it is something your fellow bloggers would enjoy and you would too. (play it. I force you to play).

Questions I was asked by Alastair :

Q1) What is your favourite food?
Chinese. I love chinese. Also, some of the desi, local food my mom is an expert in. Mom’s for the win.

Q2) What’s the most obscure country you’ve visited?
Uzkebistan, former part of Russia but now seperated. I went there without my family, with my mom’s brother and his family.

Q3) What film could you watch again and again?
Ah, this is a tough one. There are numerous movies that I can watch over and over again! To name a few : My sister’s keeper. The social network. The Shawshank Redemption. The Batman trilogy. Indian movies would be : Kabhie khushi Kabhie Gum. Rung de basanti. Kal ho na ho. Barfi. Saathiya.

Q4) Do you have an item that you collect? What is it?
As for now, there isn’t. But I used to. I used to have a HUGE collection of stickers. I was obsessed with them. & fortunately, I still have them with me and my younger sister always casts them an evil eye. They’re still okay.

Q5) Do you have a song that associates with your life?
Not really, but I can somewhat relate to many. Some songs by the band Coldplay seems as if they were sung for me.

Q6) What do you prefer, Planes, trains, boats, bikes or cars?
Cars? 😀

Q7) Where do you do your blogging?
I realized that I found it hard to type/blog from the PC or the laptop. So all the blogs that I’ve uploaded so far have been written on the Notes application on my mom’s iPhone. That’s where I do it. Though this one would be the first being uploaded from the laptop. It feels weird. & time consuming!

Q8) Do you have children? If not, do you plan to?
No. I still have a lot to think and worry about in my life than planning on having kids right now =p (although I think I’ll have three kids)

Q9) What is your favourite non alcoholic drink?
Coke, Fanta and cold coffee.

Q10) What’s the best job you’ve ever had?
Volunteering in an orphanage, to teach the kids there. It was an experience one can never forget. Did it last year and this summer as well 🙂

Q11) What’s your favourite fridge magnet?
Here’s a picture for that! =p
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11 things about Me :

1- I love talking more than writing.

2- We once had two pet parrots named ‘Stupid’ and ‘Idiot’. One of them is buried outside a 5 star hotel in a city one and a half hour drive away from my city. 

3- ‘For you a thousand times over’ is my favorite line from a book ‘The Kite Runner’ by Khaled Hosseini. That is the only book I’ve ever cried on and also, this is the line I would use for my friends and family – always.

4- I got sixteen gifts on my sixteenth birthday. By my family and best friends, both. That is another thing that my family got me 8 bangles, meaning each bangle counts as a gift. So that makes 8 gifts right here -.-

5- I’m a right handed person but while playing cricket, I magically transform into a left handed batsman 😀 God knows why! It’s cool.

6- I don’t like stuff toys.

7- Most of the blogs that I’ve written so far were originally written a month or two ago.

8- Get me ice-cream everyday and I will marry you. Almost.

9- I was obsessed with heels at the age of 7-9. My dad used to bring me one every week and my mom always threw them away after some while because of the constant annoying noise it made. Hey, it was fun wearing them, okay? And also the part where I would go up and down and up and down and up and down the stairs all day long enjoying the sound which came out of my walk. Funny how I usually wear more of those flat shoes now. 

10- I’ve only had 2 sleepovers with my friends till now.

11- I love nature. I love it.

Eleven people that I choose :

1) A dog with fleas
2) Rahul’s blog
3) Sigoese
4) My Wiz Mind’s Wit
5) Le Medusa
6) Adventures of Andrea
7) Mangos in Manhattan
8) Me and my weird thoughts
9) The why about this
10) The aimless wanderings
11) Ralph’s blog (since you don’t accept awards, here’s a game for you =p) 

Questions that I have for you guys :

Q1) If you were on a deserted island, which 5 people would you like to take with you from 5 different professions?
Q2) Ever stepped on poop? Human/Animal? Any poop?
Q3) Annoying younger siblings OR bossy elder ones? Choose one, even if you don’t have any.
Q4) Did you ever puke on anybody?
Q5) If there is a blogging buddy in your nearby city, would you go visit him/her?
Q6) Why did you start blogging?
Q7) Ever begged for money while travelling?
Q8) One thing you would like to change about yourself?
Q9) One thing you find very annoying in this blogging community/world?
Q10) One place you’d never like to visit again?
Q11) One you regret you had the chance to do but never did?

You are under no obligation to play along (you actually are, it’s time consuming but worth a shot), it is just for fun 🙂

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Three Bananas

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Bananas, Bananas, Bananas! & the secret behind them!

All those with a dirty mind must refrain from reading this blog. Not that I do not have one but I know some, who do. Blekh, coming back to the topic?

So, yesterday, I come back from school and I see freshly bought bananas on my kitchen counter. Bananas, the fruit guys! (just sayinn’ =p) Anyways, so I pick one up to fight my hunger pangs and gobble it up (yes, I was that hungry). Since, the size of that banana was quite inadequate, I ate another one…

Now this is where the story begins. Like Batman Begins. And ended up in a trilogy. Yea, something almost like that. So, when I had the second banana, I was almost full and didn’t find any need to eat another one. That’s where I went wrong. I somehow found myself restless and uneasy. I have to eat the third banana, I say to myself in horror! But I wasn’t hungry. I didn’t want to but somehow there was a pushing force, something more like a forcing move. 

Why? Why was this happening? Why couldn’t I digest the two bananas without feeling uneasy and not comfortable? 

I’ll tell you why. Yes, I have the answer, how awesome is that? (you don’t get to answer your own questions that often, now do you?) Ever since I was a child, me and my siblings had always heard our mom say :- ‘No you can’t eat one banana! Eat another one!!‘ We being the innocent kids of that time, respectably ate another one. ‘No, two bananas?! That’s not good for health! Three is the number, Sarin. Teen kailey khao! (eat three bananas!)’ And so we ate the third one as well. Sigh.

What exactly was behind this logic? I’ll tell you (yes, I have the answer again *wink*). It was a myth. Yes, a Myth. Created by my forefathers and still managed to exist. As a kid I used to think it was a tactic our Mom used, so we could eat Bananas in abundance to have a fresh and healthy diet. Well, it was sort of a tactic, but there was more to it than just that. 

• 1 banana :- If you eat one banana, you get constipation. Yes, you read that right. This is the most uneasy state when you apply a force, almost equal to a woman who applies while delivering a baby, to ward off the undigested food from your body. Yes, it happens when you eat One Banana. One. 

• 2 bananas :- You get loose motions if you eat two bananas 🙂 Loose motions, for crying out loud! This is the state when you do not have ANY control, whatsoever, over your potty timings. I’m sorry, I just had to type that. 

• 3 Bananas :- You’ll be bestowed with the best of health if you eat 3 bananas!! Yes, good health! How soothing. 

And so, this was the myth I’ve been raised with and I’m definitely planning to train my kids the same way. It worked, right? It definitely did.

There have been multiple myths created by the lovely earthlings and honestly, as stupid as the myths can get, they’re always very interesting and are always enjoyed by me, atleast. Like the black cat and the bad luck which comes along with it, only by placing your eyes on the poor black kitty. Racism, I tell you! :O

And so, I ended up eating just the 2 bananas. Apparently and surprisingly, I’m all fine and in the best shape. Atleast, for now.

Do you believe in myths? Or find them utterly stupid? Do share the interesting myths, you know about!

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