Mind Salad

Resignation in the UAE- How I finally gave up that Job (2)

2018-04-01T00:41:00.000-07:00

This is a free world. Or that's what we believe. But trust me. It's not. Slavery still prevails. But in a new generation approach.

I have seen a lot of people here working for long hours, doing jobs they hate to do, tolerating every harassment thrown their way and getting salaries once in three months or more. Isn't that a new form of slavery? They are tied to the contracts, to the systems, and to the laws. They won't respond nor will they cry out loudly. The only reason: Money. We need that paper to survive here. To sustain here.

I know people from the elite group, from the upper middle class, from lower middle class and even the ones who live with 10 dirhams a day. All these people came here with the same dream: Dubai; Money; Fun; Beautiful Life. Some reach there. But most of them get stuck in the middle.

I thought of all the days I was here in this office. It was least interesting to me. I had to sit in my cubicle from 8.30 a.m to 6.00 p.m. I didn't enjoy doing the work even though I tried really hard to enjoy it. There was no happiness after every project I did.

But I used to see my senior colleague enjoying every work he did and that made me realize that, "He is a born Engineer". I wished a lot of times if I could be like him. Enjoying every Project I did.

I knew it was time to quit in the first month itself. But as I said, we are bound to get tied to the system. My husband left his job and was on a job hunt. I had to keep this job even if I liked it or not.

But now that he's got Masha Allah a good job and my health is what I have to focus on, I decided to resign.

This also made me wonder if my dad enjoyed what he was doing back when we were kids. Did he enjoy his job? Was he too forced to do it? He did seem happy. But I also remember days when he preferred to stay silent for a while. Maybe trying to forget his hard day in office.

To the ones in the corporate web, Do you really enjoy your work from the depth of your heart so that it gives you immense pleasure after every project? If yes, Lucky you!

Anyways, all these thoughts of mine take me to the second attempt of resignation on day 2.

#Attempt 2

8.30 am to 9.30 am...Waiting for Boss and finishing unfinished works.

9.40 a.m .......MD enters office

10.00 a.m......Some people come for a meeting. (Not a good time)

10.15 a.m...Meeting over. All managers in his room discussing something.

10.17 a.m...Aju (my hubby) messages me asking for an update.

10.18 a.m....His room is still full.

10.20 a.m...The room is finally empty.

Any time from now, I will go inside. My hormones are trained and well prepared today than yesterday's indifferent behavior. I go to the washroom to simply take a small walk and gather all my courage.

When I came back, the office was unusually silent. No one making a single noise. This happens on days when we don't have much work in the office. Some untrained hormones started taking their toll. Making me nervous again. I had no idea of what I was nervous. If I speak in this silence, everyone in the office will definitely hear me. Loud and Clear.

10.45 a.m....I took the letter and walked to his room. I don't care if others hear.

I asked sir "Can I speak for a few minutes?"

He saw the letter in my hand and might have guessed it. He said, "We will talk later."

"But Sir, when can we talk about this". I asked not giving up.

"Maybe Tomorrow. But today I don't have time for this". He said working hard on his computer.

"But Sir, I want to resign!"

"If you want to go to India, Its fine, we can talk about it later," He said once again. Its at times like these that we fall into the trap again and change our minds.

But I didn't want to go back to that days again.

"Sir, the doctor said I need rest. So does my family. Please let me go.". I was about to cry again.

"Ok. Then go. Give this letter to the HR!". Just what I had expected.

I gave the letter to the HR and his face lit up. Didn't ask me for once what happened. I didn't expect it also.

He had met with MD and I was waiting for the result. Will they make it more difficult for me? Will they let me go? I had no idea for we can't predict anything from any management. If they smile now, next moment they might even stab you. But I was clear that I would leave.

Later the HR came and asked me to submit my report on my health since that's what I had mentioned in my letter. He also told that I will have to serve one month notice period. Ta-da!! I was prepared for this as well. I told him that a mine is a Limited Contract and it doesn't require notice period (instead we have to pay back 45 days salary which I didn't mention though!).

He said,"Ok. I will speak to the MD for you and let's see what happens." and he left the room.

Just as he left, my finance manager asked me as for why I am resigning, "Issues does happen in every company, but you must take it positively. Don't go for that. But if its concerning health, then you are right.

Yes. It's my health; both physical and mental. And I won't regret this decision even though now they are all too good to me.

HR came and gave me a 'received letter' and said," No need for notice. You can leave today or tomorrow as per your comfort, Visa will be canceled in a month only. You can hand over your works to the next person and relieve." and sat on his PC and started typing vigorously (work after a long time!).

That's it? Nothing rude? Nothing mean? Of course, there must be something fishy. They won't leave me that happily. Some really crucial meetings are still going on with MD and HR. Probably to take away my 3 months pending salary too. Anyways God knows whats next.

So, for now, I succeeded my second attempt to resign. With no regrets.

Yes, I finally gave up my job!

-Hashba Hamza

Resignation in the UAE- How I finally gave up that Job (1)

2018-03-31T22:21:00.004-07:00

That particular morning, I felt numb. My hands were shivering, my head was spinning so fast that I could feel that I'll faint any moment. My tummy made me feel sick. I had decided. Finally. To Quit. To resign.

I was extremely nervous at the time. My hormones were doing their part twice as much as they should have been doing. Overacting! I know that I wouldn't miss this place even a bit. I wouldn't miss a single thing here, a single person here and I will definitely never ever miss my work here.

Giving resignation ain't a simple task here in the UAE. There are a lot of other things that follow. When you get a job, you enter a contract; Limited Contract or Unlimited Contract. You have to complete 2 years to complete this contract and if you decide to break it in between, then you're done. Either you go to labor court and wait for months or years for a result or you end up paying the company a huge amount in return. So, yes, I was worried about this decision of mine because I had completed just 9 months.

So you ask why I am leaving the job?

Yes, I am a civil engineer, but I pretty much do not enjoy being one. I belong to the multipotentialite clan.
Life was too mechanical. Wake up, go to work, get back home at night, sleep, wake up and repeat. I believe we choose our destiny. So I didn't want this to be mine.
There was no fun in work, no challenge and I didn't quite really want to explore more about this profession (Obviously this was not my thing!)
It was time, I start taking care of my health because this time it was not just me I had to take care of.
And I guess my boss enjoyed pissing me every day just to prove me wrong and unfortunately the opposite happens almost all the time.

Well, they say to ask for suggestions before you decide. And I did. My parents, sister, brother in law, close friends, cousins, friend's wife and even some random person. All I wanted them to say was to ask me to resign and they did!! Power of visualization works at times, you wanted them to say what you wanted to hear and they did!! Or maybe I talked them to say that? I am not sure.

I had my resignation letter ready in the mail. I was not quite sure of whom shall I send this to. The HR or the MD. Again I got a lot of suggestions;

Talk to MD first, then give the letter
Just send a mail to the HR and cc MD and other managers.
Send a mail to MD and cc others
Talk to HR first
It's not ethical to send resignation by mail, hand it over to MD.
Uff!! Enough!

Well, I decided to talk to MD first and then give him the letter. I just want to end this on a good note. But as he was in an "Irritate her" mode, I strongly believed he might ignore my request and ask me to talk to the HR.

And Mr. HR!! He is the only person ever in this universe whom I want to avoid. Because if I tell him, "Sir, I want to resign", he will report it to the MD as "She said the company is a stupid company and she said that with an attitude. I think she has a problem with the new girl. She is acting as if she don't care about her works. I am sure she disrespects you. Hence she is resigning!!". And it won't be a good note to resign.

So I kept waiting for the MD from 8.30 a.m.

9.30 a.m......no sign

10.30 a.m .......silence prevails

11.30 a.m......I guess he won't come

12.08 p.m....the door opens and enters the boss.

Again all the hormones that were ever created in my body began to overreact and made me feel stupid and tensed and nervous and I don't know what.

So now, I have to walk over to him and tell this. But my body refused to get up. They were busy playing around my head making me feel dizzy and faintish (if that is even a word!). This was such a big decision. So many incidents are going to follow this.

Just then my senior engineer came up to me and gave me some works to do. I thought, "Ok, I'll finish this up and then go and talk to him.". But then, by the time I finished the work, it was past noon and there were a lot of people in the office. I didn't want to break it to him in this crowd. So I waited until evening.

Again when the office was almost empty, I walked over to his office. The letter in my hand. And slowly I looked inside the office and *Puff*. He already left the office. Great!

Now I have to go through all these one more time. But tomorrow, I will definitely RESIGN!

Hashba Hamza

#Tryingtobestrong

My Fitness Trip- Introduction

2018-03-05T01:04:00.000-08:00

Are you fat? Do you wanna burn those extra fats? Do you wanna calculate your calories? Do you wanna know the technique to lose weight like really fast? Like in just 2 hours?

Then obviously this is not the place. Its just a blog bro!

I totally don't understand why I am taking this big a risk. I am not a type of person who normally stick to the plan and most of the time end up doing some extraneous activity. But as they say, passion and commitment for something can drive us to any extend we want. So yeah, here I am, sharing my story to anyone who reads my blog, but mainly to myself.

My story wouldn't be complete without me mentioning about UAE. We are both very well connected. More like a connection between Batman and Joker. Long story short, prolonged job hunt and bundles of depressions (due to job hunt) stressed me out (which is another story for later) for which the only solution I found in was EATING collaborated with bunch of series like Game of Thrones, Sherlock Holmes, Quantico, How to get away with murder and hell lot of other movies. So intrinsically, I gained a lot of weight and I blame UAE for all this.

I was training myself to be a numb. But after getting a job, just like everyone else, I thought I will be back to normal. But Ta-da! Welcome to the world of over-weight-trying-to-lose-weight-forever community!

Apart from the OMG!, AAAH look at her!, Did you gain weight? Your so fat!! expressions I get from every person who knew me and two times of these when I go back to India, the only thing I was worried about was less options for dress. So I decided to work out. As usual.

I learned and read all about calories, BMI, fats, proteins, carbs, what to eat, what not to eat and every weight loss success stories. Also Broccoli.

But the only books that gave me comfort was Rajuta Diwekars "Dont Lose your Mind, Lose your weight" and Shilpa Shetty's "The Great Indian Diet". Both the books tell us to eat our traditional foods in the right way other than going for olive oils, boiled veggies,smoothies, protein shakes or any other western non-spicy food. Those food, according to me looks good in English movies only. Not in real life.

So I set my path to gym in my building and considered Lee Labrada (a former IFBB professional bodybuilder) as my coach since the bodybuilding.com courses were free at the time and his training was the best I felt.

I was disciplined like 100%. No sugar, No carbs, No flour, No soft drinks. Everything was on track.The first 2 weeks were the toughest and I almost gave up when my friend Murshid (a before-after hero himself) told me to overcome one more week. and he was right! I found it easy to workout and control my diet after that. Exercise was a real fun thing. Especially what I love the most was strength training. I used to go with Aju (hubby).

2 months we enjoyed our lives and gym when I got a long leave in office and we decided to hit India. It all happened after my return, gym timings changed! Ladies timings: 7 in the morning to 7 in the evening! Which is exactly my office timing! So I left gym.

For many days I did control my diet. But exercising from Home was not my thing. So I end up watching series again and eating.

And now today, I am planning to start working out again in a gym. I've found a new one nearby. I don't wanna give up this time. And hence this post. So that if I fail at this, I better have a good reason.

Some of my pictures during my gym days.


First Day


Other days

Some other day

When I did fit into my old dress

What I ate those days

So I am committing myself to write my updates every week. Hope this works.

Take care- Of your health

Love after an Arranged Marriage…..!! (PART 2)

2017-01-27T03:10:00.002-08:00

Love after an Arranged Marriage…..!! (PART 2)

I saw him just once and I couldn’t decide if this was the guy I had to live my entire life with. Really?? My mind was blank.

I was already 56 years in the eyes of my neighbors. They even spread rumors like
” Her parents have been searching for a groom since past 5 years.” I was like…..what?? That is when I dint even finish my 12th standard. Typical neighbors. Marrying of their daughters from 10th standard and getting restless if any girl exceeding that age is still single. I was 22. Too much for them.

All said. The guy was cool, Mba graduate from the UK and what more own business in UAE…!!

I got married.

I smiled in my wedding pictures just because I wanted it to turn out good in the album. But deep inside myself I found someone chaining me deep down to the ground cutting of my feathers. The pain of realization that I wasn’t a single sank deep in me. Slowly.

The first 2 months of my life then was a night mare. I had to take care of more people now. Be concerned more. Be more responsible. Act like an adult. Look after my beauty. Keep myself in shape. Choose the right choice of dress. Walk with shyness. Enquire on everything possible. Look after him. Make him feel cared. Speak less to everyone around me. Get disconnected from all near ones and concentrate only in one single person.

I was numb. I tried hard to pretend the all new me for around a month. We fought like born enemies every single day and night. His world was not mine…and my world could never be his.

I broke up with books, movies, chocolates, chips and all other affairs I had. Because I had a battle to win.

Fighting. Crying. Fighting. Crying. Making up which was fake. Pretending to be happy when you’re not. Pretending to be fine when you’re not. Pretending to cheer them up when your broken. Apologizing to them when you were right.

I saw my life getting a difficult twist right in front of me. I was broken in every single way possible. I dint want marriage. I advised all my friends to get married late.

And then Magic happened.

After all these fights, we were discovering each other. Once fought, we never fought for the same reason again. That was being corrected. We started liking what the other one wanted. Changing yourself according to their wish was no more a burden.

I realized that he was just so innocent and carved for love. His character made me fall for him. I tried to be my best for him. And after learning what I am, I got all the support and care from him. He bought a brand new Mercedes wings for me to fly again. He pushed me hard in case I forgot to fly. We loved each other madly like no one would have….

And that was our day of love.

I was back……to what I am. But this time I have a companion who would travel around with me forever.

EVERY ARRANGED MARRIAGE HAS A TRUE LOVE STORY. NOT SOON….BUT SLOWLY…….VERY SLOWLY….

It’s the tortoise on action.

Love After an arranged marriage (part 1)

2017-01-27T03:09:00.000-08:00

Love after an Arranged Marriage…..!!!! ( Part 1)

In love marriage….you find your soul mate, give him all your love and then get married. It’s a rabbit in action.
In arranged marriage your family finds the soul mate, you only “see” him, try hard to believe that he is the one, get married and slowly…..very slowly start giving him all your love. It’s a tortoise in action.

It was hard for me to get back into writing after a long gap. (Thanks to some Indian authors whose books inspired me to write again.) My engineering life and my work life had all set me on for some unknown journey I had begun with no special purpose.

But as far as an Aries woman is considered, finding fun and adventure is what turns me on. I enjoyed every step I took. I learned from the few great mistakes I made. I made everyone happy if they were around me. I left no hint to trace once I left.

Life was an amazing travel guide for me. The more I traveled…the more likely was for me to take shelter. I believed in making everyone around that shelter know the taste of happiness and fun. And then move on. Not returning back. Not leaving any signs of existence. Or moving on for new shelter, new people new hopes. Being a good memory was the right thing.

I took all my choices on my own. And my parents supported. They dint pamper me too much that I lost the control to stand on my feet. I was an independent girl like every other girl. And I enjoyed it.

Occasionally gifting myself with books. Going to the market and buying chocolates and chips so that I can eat it all myself. Watching tons of movies in weekends. Going home for vacations. Take a day off from office. Not responding to whatsapp groups or unnecessary chats. Calling no one and just building up my own empire.

Things were simple and peaceful.

But little did I know that all my self-pampering era was going to shut down soon.

My sleepmate

2015-09-28T09:58:00.000-07:00

The morning dews drew close to my window..
When sunrays tried to peep into my eyes....
I heard a voice from nowhere then....
Like a meloncholic wandering for smile.....
My hands wandered all around....
The voice of him had drained me then....
To the pool of a vague awakening......
But then He laid silently next to me when my hands found his head all well and fair.....
With half open eyes I gazed at him....
He made my eyes bulge out at once....
The time showed 9 and I was late!!!
Once again I missed my morning alarm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

COLLEGE DRAMAS...!!

2013-08-27T03:27:00.001-07:00

It was one of those days. Those days when I wake up by the noice literally created by my ever irritating hostel mates (i would rather call them 'homates')and see them well dressed in uniform reminding me that I am once again late to college. Those days when I have my breakfast in a hurry forgetting what actually I just ate and rush to college in just two minute for bell to ring. The most interesting part is that I'll have majority of the homates with me....Coz thats how HOSTELERS are...!!
I always get stuck wondering if we all took part in next Olympics....HALF A KILOMETER IN JUST 2 MINUTES....!! Amazing....!!
As soon as we reach the class the lecturer will be already there and my sweetest friends force me to open the door. Slowly I open the door and *smile...smile...smile* (but that doesnt work most of the time).
"Hashba...! Where were you??? Hostel is not in the next district for you to be late right???........blah blah blah...." starts the teacher.... And we as usual,"Miss...we got food late...thats why..." usual excuses and we get in....!!
But nowadays our lecturers are turning out to be clever and that line is almost out of fashion and our some I-am-teachers-favorate homates reach early in the class and you can guess what happens next.!!
There are some really funny hours when you fly in the class. The lecture will be taking something really out of your mind's syllabus such that how much ever you try to concentrate,your invisible wings comes up and take you to some beautifull world of yours and you connect it and connect it and maybe finally reach Obama's kitchen or even Charlie chaplin's side pocket- something which has no sense and nothing to do with us...!! Finally when the lecturer starts dictating notes do we come back to life and start writing....!!
And in some other hours all I do is stare at the lecturer and if your lucky enough to be the star of the day....you will have him/her look straight into your face and teach and 'ta-da'...Your TRAPPED!!! Till the last minute you gotto shake your head and nod and nod and nod as if you just understood how wonderfull the subject is...!!!
Tooo much fun and my small blog to share...
More experiances on the way....

Mindwander...!!!

2013-08-23T05:34:00.001-07:00

Sitting in the bus returning home from hostel listening to the mix of songs played backgound.. this always get me to a lot of mind work. The excitement of getting back to home sweet home, hugging Haifa and giving choclates to Hadi and my sweetest nephew Fellah who surround me and hold my legs as soon as I reach home. They treat me as a long ago lost sister as in the old bollywood movies who came back home after years and years. The warmth of getting back in moms hands and my elder sister waiting for my stories....
A flood of thoughts goes across my mind this time... the rush in the bus...that cold wind that tries to take away my scarf along with it and the faces of absolute strangers lost in their own thoughts. When the bus pass by small towns or villages I get to see a lot of people peeping into the bus, some trying to get into the bus and some who wasnt good enough in athletics and miss the bus.
The song keeps changing and along with it changes my mood. Some songs are so classical that it reminds me of a desporate looser and some songs that drowns me in the pool of love and some songs that boosts me up.
The sudden breaks and stops that makes us hit other poeple and their dirty stares... everything and anything happening here as if its a small world in here. Getting up and respecting elders by lending our seats. Fighting with some for sitting in ladies seat, reminding the conductor to return the balance cash and so on...all in a tiny box- The Bus!
And just as we step down from the bus....BOOOM!!! everythng just vanishes....! Off to next world now...nothing do we remember...nothing do we think. And then on our mind is in rest from thinking untill next bus ride...
In our buzy lives...I think our mind should also be given considerations to wander the world it wishes to go and think high up till its satisfied.....
Do travel in bus....and set out your mind free.....!!!

The witty toungue with an attitude! !!

2013-08-06T07:13:00.001-07:00

As usual I was sitting dumpstuck in class. Since our lecturer wanted to make the "Extra ordinary guys" of our class sit in the front bench, she asked the girls of the front bench to sit somewhere at the back. And so came ' HUSNA' ; THE WITY TOUNGUE WITH AN ATTITUDE who came and sat next to me....!!
With the new shining braces on, she smiled at me and opened her note book which looked more like the cover page of a sketch pen. Full of colors running from every corner of the book; red, green, blue, black and even she drew double underlines for each topic. At that very minute I realised that she was the only person left on earth who still dint lose the hope of this college being a SCHOOL!!

SO again I started yawning and moving around when the lecturer taught something which I actually felt like sitting in a spanish class; COULDN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD!!!!

I heard the lecturer ask;"so after this what will we do??" .Silence. The whole class was pin drop silent on this very question giving a 'how am I supposed to know look' :P
And suddenly from the left hand side of me came a sound saying "we test the soil..!!"

The whole class turned and looked at her....Husna...omg!!! She knew the answer? And since I ws sitting next to her...they even looked at me. I gave all my friends a helpless smile. AND THEN I THOUGHT OF NOTHING ELSE...TOOK A PAPER AND STARTED WRITING ABOUT HER....while she was again calling out the answers like a school kid...!

Finally I realised that the class was over when the lecturer asked Anju a question which she couldn't answer. The lecturer started scanning the whole class. Except for Husna all others had thier heads down due to the sudden weight on it... (I wonder how it came.. :P)
I turned quickly to my left hand side and asked her whats going on and with a little smirk. ...Husna explained me the whole procedure and I memorized like a small kid.

AND FINALLY THE WITY TOUNGUE WITH AN ATTITUDE SAVED THE DAY....!!!

TADA!!!!

END OF PASSION- DAY 1

2013-02-14T10:56:00.000-08:00

There are times when life does surprise you with unusual ‘TWISTS’ that you really don’t expect. The time when you stand straight in the middle of a huge crowd that walks in every possible directions than the one you know….a tiny drop of fear hits right on your heart! This moment when you realize that your passion has already been lost somewhere midst the crowd. But that very moment kills you as far as you don’t want to accept the horrible truth.

As always, my passion for being a writer and an orator had grown up along with my age (don’t wanna mention it here!!). Thanks to Blog-spot and my college for letting me be what I am now as a writer. As far as the ORATION is concerned ; it was and is and always will be my biggest dream to be a great speaker and speak in front of an audience of minimum 1000(okay….sarcastically…). but now I feel like my path to oration is on its way to extinction and I don’t wanna leave it.

This evening in my college we were called upon for an elocution competition selection which was according to me a foundation to start achieving my passion. But I dint sense danger until that question came out from sir…., “INTRODUCE YOURSELF”. Since I was the first one to go…I had to blabber something about me and trust me I actually don’t know what we are supposed to say when we are to introduce our self. Right after my not-so-good introduction, sir asked the students what to tell and what not to tell in their introductions and ta-da……they all did it well.

Sometimes our accent too does matter a lot. Just an Indian English is not necessary for elocution or for a speaker. They got to exercise a lot on their language and speaking skills. When one of my sirs spoke in the real American accent, I got ashamed of why I can’t do it. If he can, why not me? And finally it struck me that “ Hashba….my dear….being an orator is not simple…..go and hear Martin luther king’s speech….Obama’s speech and learn something…!!”

And if this chance slips from hand….the basic foundation for my passion slips away and I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait for the next one….. All the best Hashba!!!

HAHAHA!!!!

2013-01-10T08:37:00.000-08:00

THE STORY OF HER SOCKS…….

“hashbaaaaaaaaaa!!! Did you see my socks?? One of them is missing!!!”. It was Irfana Muthubeevi from my neighboring room wearing just one socks and was screaming as if she had lost her 100kg gold.

“your socks? How will I see it? No way….! I dint find it anywhere….”..ha! why will I hide it? As if its of some use for me….i was as usual busy getting ready for college….

“yeah…I saw your socks!!!” …said limsha from the other side….

Hearing this Irfana came running to our room and with a cry of happiness for finding her old long ago missed socks(sarcastically :P) . “where is it? Thank god you found it….” I could see her joy of happiness for just knowing that limsha had seen it!

“It just went down now to have some tea! EEEEEEEE”,Limsha said with her ‘I made fun of you’ smile!

“uuuuggggggghhhhh!!! What a funny joke…I really owe you for that one now!” said Irfana and went off!

According to me…the story end here….Irfana had lost her socks and it was nowhere to be found!! She somehow managed with another pair of socks and went to college in an off mood! The day passed by in a normal boring way with lots of lectures….sleepy eyes and hand paining note writing! Looking at the watch every now and then somehow it became lunch break….. Happily me,irfana and murshida came back to hostel for our daily routine of praying and having lunch.

But just as I got in my room I heard a “shrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeikkkkkk!!”. It was from Irfanas’s room. I went running to her room and to my surprise saw Irfana rolling and laughing aloud in her bed!

“whaa…..whats wrong?” I actually dint know what to ask…..

“I FOUND MY SOCKSSSSS!!!!!” Irfana screamed……… “ guess where it is???”

“uhmmm…….” I was supposed to guess and screened her bed where I found the one of the pair but not the other one…… “I dunno”

“its HERE!!!!!” she said pointing to her uniform hand part (the muscle part infact :P). Yeah!! Her socks was inside her uniform and she had been walking around the whole day with it in her uniform and amazingly she dint realize that such a big thing was stuck over there….. HATSS OFFFF!!!!

ANYWAY FOOD FOR LAUGHTER!!!!!!!

Back Into Action..??

2012-08-20T07:56:00.000-07:00

" Yeah its not that i'm Back into action once again!! Its just that I just wanna make myself sure that I don't stop blogging in any moment of my life!!!"

Soo....Ive always wanted to come up with some new and interesting posts like i usually do( even though my posts are a little huge...its worth reading!! :P ). But now actually i really don't know whats coming into my mind.......
My college is getting so bored that i think i have my mind frozen into an unmovable mass of ice that even the harshest sun cant melt it...!! ( seriously...!! i aint joking!!) . Maybe sitting in the FRONT BENCH made me hate my class...!! ( i got a new post to write about---the front benchers!! wow!).

Okay....now its some arts programs coming up in college and I gave my name for all kind of writings----- English-Essay,Poetry and Story. I just have to win this time. Or else I don't know how I'll convince my mind that i used to be a writer ONCE UPON A TIME!!!!

My only hope living in India while my parents and siblings live out there in Jeddah is the few talents Ive got in hand. If i loose my talents....ill loose myself....ill loose my everything! Its what keep me alive. I really dint try to convince yu tht m extremely talented with extra potential powers...! I just have to be me and not let myself drench in the rain of Engineering and turn out to be a moron with a bunch of supply,a few boyfriends and a few moments to remember and laugh!! Thats exactly not what m hea for!!

Its then my Religious mind About ALLAH (subhanawa tha'la) that pushes me to move on....when all the doors are closed in front of me HE opens the last door for me.Never let me down. And we always forget to thank Him! How selfish.(we!!)....

Hope i can be a good obedient slave of Allah and keep up myy potentials and bring out the ME in me!!!!!

THE PRISONER OF AIR INDIA!!

2012-07-18T09:49:00.001-07:00

WARNING: PRAY BEFORE YOU READ:- "OH GOD..PLEASE NEVER TEST MY PATIENCE WITH THE BELOW MENTIONED EXPERIENCE EVER!!!"

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”

― Augustine of Hippo

This post is to express my disgust with the horrific service of Air India. I know Air India has always been a problem creator for everyone but still people choose to travel in Air India! Why? The answer for this question can be categorized among the ones which fall in the list of no-answer-for-it. All Air India fans or passengers must read this!!!!!

As someone said somewhere… NO PAIN….NO STORIES! I get to write these posts only through my experiences and the horrible incidents I went through.

Since my classes for the 2nd year was starting on 14th june….i had to be there in college on time since attendance played a vital role in our grades. I just dint want to miss any attendance….! So all I did was……(as usual) make out a plan:

(a) Leave Jeddah on 13th

(b) Flight is at 10:00 pm (Jeddah time)

(d) Take luggage and leave for college directly

(e) Reach college by 8.30 am

(f) Class starts at 9 am!

(g) No missing of attendance!

Perfect!!! What a plan!!! I'm proud of my plans….(until its not a flop). After departing from my wonderfull family I was directed to get into the flight. As usual I had my window seat for which I was never ready to compromise. The flight attendant was a handsome hunk (yeah…he was) who directed me to my seat. The two seats next to me were vacant. All I did was pray to god that no horrible man come and sit with me like last time who killed me to that extend talking that I had to pretend that I was sleeping.

This time my prayer was not heard again….and 2 uncles came and sat next to me due to which I changed my place and sat with a lady and her 4 year old son. This marked the beginning of my most memorable journey!

I was never gobsmacked by such an experience in my entire life traveling in flight. It was around 10.30 pm when we got into the flight. They showed all their safety videos on what to do in case the plane crash into the red sea! I was totally fed up of this video! We waited till 11.The flight dint take off.

People slowly started getting up and have a good walk on the aisle. A man sitting right in front of me kept cracking stupid dialogues on how many times he have been on a plane. I got totally pissed. As if I'm travelling for the first time! The 4 year old boy sitting next to me kept telling me tales of everything under the sun which he knows till now. My mom kept calling me to know if the plane took off. But every time my answer was a no! It became 12. And before taking off……they served the food! In order to entertain us they put on the film ‘bodyguard’!! And then it happened…..!!!!

The current went off!!! Yeah….there was no electricity inside the flight!! People became aggressive; they went near the main door and started banking on it! The flight attendants got pissed! We could do nothing. Some men next to me started telling about having trust!! And some said, our flight is just like our country, no current! Sum one from behind shouted, “We must take this picture and post in facebook! Ha-ha!! We r all suffering here and he’s thinking of facebook???! Ugh!! How wonderfully irritating!

The time kept running as if this was its last chance to win the Olympics medal! It became 2…!! Still no change in our pathetic condition.

Plan (a)-SUCCESS!!

Plan (b)-FLOP!!

Plan (c)-FLOP!!

Plan (d), (e), (f) and (g) --- BIGGEST FLOPZ!!!!

ME AND MY EVER STUPID PLANS!!

I assured myself that I won’t reach college even in the evening! The passengers did take pictures from different corners in different angles! Slowly I started hearing really typical abuses from people. I knew that their saturation level was totally over…. It was 4 hours that we were sitting in the flight with no current! It started getting really hot in the plane. And not even an ac!it was getting suffocating more! Some sat explaining y they took air India.thr was just ac in the washroom and I think 2-3 people got into it for cooling themselves. Sum men shouted off just like fishermen call out when they get good harvest. Ha-ha. I still dint want to laugh! a man from behind called an airhostess ancestral object. Yeah …I cant blame them….She was really old. Just like a grandma having 176 grandchildren still want to look young, so she slapped a ton of make up on her face!!! She was not able to even walk properly and kept shooting English words at these typical passengers (who obviously understood nothing!!)!! I still don’t get why Air India recruits oldies instead of giving them pension!

We all had become like a family already! A family of sitting people in the dark! A kerosene kind of smell was coming from the hot-air-providing Ac's. And trust me I dint want to guess anything from it! The small boy next to me dint sleep also!! He kept playing on the lights and poke me….the light right above my head went on-off-on-0ff!! And his mom shamelessly enjoyed her son’s game at this point of night instead of asking him not to disturb me!! All I could do was smile at them! I heard the air hostess yelling at the people 4 banking the door! Sum crazy man shouted from behind lets sing songs! And m like what?

I checked the time….it was already time that v reached there! Finally one man came running and gave us a big information ''the first class passengers had ac on!''. So this is why people prefer first class. Even in the worst condition money can buy some relief! Just one more hour and we would have reached India! But here we are still sucked in a plane!

And finally lights came! Hurray! A ray of hope and happiness filled my heart! Finally we were going to fly. We were asked to sit back in the seats. And I saw a happy face n every1. But then a man said the electricity was only from the generator and booom! Again went the current.

AAAAAAAAArrrrrrrrGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!! And I heard a roar f aggression from all the passengers. It was iritatng.evry1 started grabbing stuffs from the kitchen. A man had kept a muslim marriage song in full volume which ate my head. Sum1 threw a pack of nuts at me 2 (which they got from the so called kitchen). Everyone started distributing it to everyone and I was like…..is it a flight??? Or some market? The bossy man n front f me was teaching his friends how to eat nuts. As if they don’t know. Then the air hostess started giving the nuts got it again! 2 in all. I kept both the packs in front f me and just stared at it! Ugh! I wanted to shout at that man to stop that stupid old Hindi songs which he was playing beside me. Uh!

Finally lights came back at 3.00 am!!! My migraine was at its peaks.

No1 wanted movies or any hell anymore! We all just and just wanted to fly off! but for my worst nightmare and the ever most unfortunateness, they started showing the stupid safety precautions video over again! My head was burning as a whole. Not just the front part. But the whole brain! They kept showing their 1889 made old safety videos! Ugh! I saw the belt sign lighted and wore my belt ASAP like a kg kid packing bag on hearing the last bell!! And the other passengers gave me a stupid gal look. The bossy man still dint give rest to his mouth…..the small boy was still playing with the lights above my head….the old uncle still dint off his 12th century songs….. And finally the plane took off at 3.08 am (jeddah time)!! Only god and the passengers in it knew how we finally reached India! I sat laughing thinking about the day when others gave me a what-the-hell look! I reached college by 4.00 pm (Indian time) which according to my plan was 9.00 am in the morning!

5 hours waiting in the flight and 5 hours travel in the flight….! All my plans went in drain….Many canceled their important meetings….Many couldn’t attend most important moments of their lives. Who are we supposed to blame? The officers? The pilot? Or the Indian government itself? No one will even nod back at us…..We have to one or the other day suffer all this. Silence is always better than complaining. Coz our lives are in their hands for the whole time we are in the flight. No guarantee and no warranty!

Hoping for the best changes in Air India!

Jai hind!!!

Once again comes the departure time!

2012-06-12T16:56:00.000-07:00

"okay....then....bye...!" I've always taken a lot of time to say these words. There's always a pain somewhere in my throat when I say it. And this time once again I find myself waving goodbye to my most beautiful Mom,my ever loving Dad, all my 4 sisters and my brother! Its really a tough task to accomplish. But life goes on and we must move on....
Leaving Jeddah once again makes me wonder if i could again see this beautiful place again...! My future lies in India...and my Past..present and my soul is left behing with my family when I bid them farewell...!! I dont know how long 1 year is going to be like to wait to see them again....But my only prayer is that it shoudnt be like waiting for a 5000 years and half a day.

Even if miles apart....The warmth of their love keeps me going onn...! I love you all !

FOR THOSE WHO HATE READING!!

2012-06-12T13:26:00.003-07:00

Now....I know the title seems to be crazy absolutely....! FOR THOSE WHO HATE READING!? Why would anyone peek in if they hate reading???

Well Well.....Those who don't like reading anything like blogs...novels...books...columns..and even your books and those who like reading only facebook status....messages....comments....and tweets....THIS IS FOR YOU...!!

Reading is an art of relaxing your mind by........what ???.....nothing!! I am not here to take a class on reading??NO WAY!!! I just wanna tell you a story of a boy who never read anything....!!

There was once a guy named radsopilod. ( what?? Its my story...so I'll give any name! :) ). His life was full of fun till the age of 15. You know what was special? He had never ever read a book...not even one! (that doesn't mean he was illiterate obv!) .He had a friend named Kilofrost...who almost read 12765899 books an year...
Radsopilod once asked Kilofrost from a park why he enjoyed reading........! This question created a massive thunder in the park.....All the swings fell down...All the kids around shouted running for their life and all the see-saw flew away! Everyone ran for their life....except both of them.... Both of them wondered whats rong???? And right behind them was a GIANT GIANT GIANT GIANT GIANT..... well...you know....its a biiiiiiiig story and you hate reading....and I know your not interested in knowing more...so forget it!!! haha!!

And you know what???????? my friend once said me i have a bad future as a writer......and now.......now wat??? now she is somewhere minding her own business and me minding my own bussiness.... why dont you go and read something?????????

:P

JUST LIKE THAT I MET HER! (continued)

2012-06-11T18:35:00.001-07:00

DAY 2/2: HOW I MET MY BHABHI

So finally my last day in the camp arrived without any signs of a last day like excitements,sorrows,missingment(i mean missing friends) and nothing. I knew the drill ,so got up,got ready and went off to the bus which was supposed to take us to the stadium where the conference was going on. Once we got there we had our breakfasts and started getting seats. And my friend rema started chatting with everyone she saw on her way...!!! I totally got irritated to the core and walked off.

Since i wanted to be really attentive in the Islamic classes..I went to catch up a place in the front row. And believe me....all the seats were filled up nd the girls were just staring at me giving me an are-you-goin-to-sit-on-our-heads look. I just dint want to get back to rema and sit at the back seats and have an Indian girly chat! I turned back disappointingly to go back when I heard a voice calling out my name!

"HASHBA!!HERE...!!COME HERE...!! I'VE GOT A PLACE FOR YOU"! i heard the voice say....

"what?????" there was absolutely no end for how happy I was......and i turned back to see a very pretty girl waving at me sitting right in the front! And guess who it was????????

yeah!!!exactly....!! It was her! Whom i wanted to search for!! For whom i had made a bigggg plan of how to find out( yeah i have said yu the plan!! now dnt say i dint!!! ;P) She caught a place for me??? How did she know I'll be here?How did she know i wanted to sit in the front? All these questions ate my head! I just hoped on and went and sat with her.....

We greeted each other with the Islamic greetings and first itself I asked her,"whats your name?". OOpz...once again mistake......why dd i ask like that? i could have asked something like,"what did you say your name was?" ( even tho she dint tell me!).

"haha your asking now? Well my names Arshida.doing engineering 3rd year here in trivandrm" she said all at a time...I think she guessed out what was in my mind and answered my mind-wanting-ask questions!

When the lectures started we started lisening obediently like a 1st day 5th std student. We took lecture notes,we took rest in between and talked a lot in the gaps we got. She had come for the program with her friends and introduced everyone to me. I liked her friends a lot too. All as friendly and caring as she was. I said her all Bhayya stories i knew and asked her if i can call her bhabhi since he is my bhayya! And amusingly she said she'd luv to be called that!! And there I GOT A BHABHI!!!

She, I dont know y,gave me more attention than her friends. Sitting beside me, talking to me more and asking everything about me. how lovely- i thought! And then her friends called out telling that they have registered her name for the womens conference in which only limited girls were allowed and which was in other stage apart from the main stage.

She first made sure if i could also go and took me along with her.And there we had a great time again discussing about the different topics concerned to Muslim women! From there we went to the counselling cell where we all individually cleared our doubts with the scholars present there. And then we had a good laugh when one of her friend came and said how horrible her counselling went and what the scholar said her. Again it was me and bhabhi....knowing each other a little more than we knew....!

DING!!! And i received a message which read :

"BE PRESENT NEAR THE BUS AT EXACT 3. HAVE YOUR LUNCH NOW.ITS AVAILABLE AT THE FOOD COUNTER.BE FAST BEFORE ITS TOO RUSH....THE BUS LEAVES AT 3.30 -renu "

Me and Bhabhi gasped reading the message.We hardly knew how fast time flew by...and we were olredy late.I chekd the time...it was 2.30. We all rushed to the food counter which seems to have a queue of all 5000 students even tho some were seen scattered here and there nicely eating their food! Bhabhi took me thru some other way and to my shock there was lesser queue there and we happily got our plate of biriyani! Unfortunately i was not able to eat since I dont eat when im sad....(but still i managed to take it all).Even when we had food (without any chairs to sit) we kept talking talking talking.....in short-endless talks. And just as I finished....Renu came running out to me and asked me to go with her....! I looked at Bhabhi and she with the same expression I had on my face ( now dnt wonder how I saw my expression) looked back. I gave her a hug....Promised to meet again....And once again with an Islamic greeting we departed...! She came with me till my bus and then waved her hand (in a slow motion for me) and went into the crowd and got somewhere in the middle of that crowd.....!!

A tiny tear crawled out of my eyes when I sat in the bus returning back to Hostel....! DING! I got a new message which read : I ALREADY STARTED MISSING YOU DEAR.......-YOUR BHABHI. Now this was more than enough for the tiny tears whole family to come out of my eyes!!! And I send her back -MISS YOU TOO AND LOVE YOU BHABHI! and I really meant it!

EVER SINCE WE NEVER MISSED ANY MOMENT OF OUR LIFE NOT TEXTING EACH OTHER.....WHEN SAD OR HAPPY ...WE KEPT TEXTING EACH OTHER AND GREW THIS ONE DAY OOOOPZ .....I MEAN HALF DAY FRIENDSHIP INTO A LIFE LONG FRIENDSHIP!

AND......

If it wasn't for my writing habit....

If it wasn't for Bhayyas good-boy act...

If it wasn't for we being friends for that.......

If it wasn't for he telling me about profcon....

If it wasn't for my parents letting me go to trivandrm....

If it wasn't for if Bhayya never mentioned about me to her....

If it wasn't that I asked a question introducing myself loudly...

And if it wasn't that I went for seat in the first row the second day.......

I WOULD HAVE NEVER MET MY BHABHI.........

SO NOW I BELIEVE IN DESTINY.....I BELIEVE IN COINCIDENCE....AND I BELIEVE IN FRIENDSHIP WHICH LIVES IN OUR HEART THAN IN OUR MIND......

ITS NOW....THAT I BELIEVE...............................!

The Desperate story of..MY PINK UMBRELLA!!!

2012-06-09T05:58:00.000-07:00

The humor mixed emotional story of me and my desperate PINK UMBRELLA!

okay!! Now that you just read the title of this post...which says,"the desperate story of My pink umbrella", I'm sure you might be wondering..ha!whats the big deal in the story of an umbrella??? That too a desperate story??

Ok since you have continued reading this....I'm again sure that(i dont know y m always sure f things :P) you really wanna know what exactly my story .....ooopz.!! I mean my umbrella's story is...

Its not really compulsory to roll your eyes over thinking why is this girl not yet starting the story?.
After I have brazenly flaunted about ''My'' pink umbrella....its sure that I've got one myself. But how i got it is yet another story.......you do wanna know it right?olryt....here goes the story.....

It all started when my college was about to begin.As a new student and first time hosteler,i bought kinda everything that will fit in my room (all due to over excitement). And now just one more thing was left to be bought......!!! AN UMBRELLA.

My sister suggested...."arrey...just an umbrella...you can get it anywhere....". Even jeeju felt the same. I was like..ok...fine. Lets go! We entered a shop..... the only shop in perimbilavu (a small going-to-be-city place near my college). We asked for an umbrella....and the lady over there took out some black umbrella's for us without even noticing the sparkle in my eyes for buying a new umbrella (ha! y should she?)

''uhmmm....excuse me aunty...can you show some colorful ones?Not black ones please"I asked without my sister notice me. But unfortunately she was right beside me. OOOPZ!

"why do i feel that your looking for a pink umbrella?" she shot at me.

"wow!! your worlds best sister ever.....thats exactly what I am looking for!!!" such an understanding sister.....!!

" Are you mad?? you even want the umbrella pink?? this is a small shop.They might not even have a colored PEN here and you are looking for a colored umbrella?? take those black ones and come fast....theres no other shop here!!"...she said me.Understanding!!

By the time i could say some thing the 'aunty' had already flinged a bunch of BLACK umbrellas right in front of us. "select which you want".I gave her a very stupid look. Inspite of not having a colored umbrella and throwing all the black ones over me...she wants me to select also?select what?? which black is better than the other black?

"come onn now dont waste time...we have to get you back to hostel before its too late...and see...umbrella is just used for protection against rain...got it? you just wet the umbrella ...dry it and fold it.Thats all.so y bothering about the colour?" my sister expained.

Ok.well...i made up my mind..Shes right...its just an umbrella...i just grabbed a black umbrella that was near my hand and turned to the counter.... All sad sad... :(

"hey wait!!!there's colored ones in this box.....here's it..the one you asked for....!!"the aunty called us back!

woooooooow....!! I knew that this aunty was good afterall (yeah...i just forgot to mention it earlier...i knew it anyways). And turned back all in a slow motion to see what I longed for......

AND WHAT I SAW WAS...............

AN ORANGE UMBRELLA!!

This aunty is like......ugh...(i mean very good only)!
"aunty....i want a pink one...this is ORANGE!!!"i said calmly as you might have loved to assume.
She took out blue....green.....red....and even violet. But no pink! I peeped into the box from which she took this out....and there.....in the midst of many black umbrella's.....I JUST SAW IT!!!!

MY PINK UMBRELLA!!!
It was wonderfully folded and kept.I grabbed it directly from the box and Happily set off to the hostel.

Days passed by....but God dint send even a single drop of water from the shower in the sky! I desperately wanted to use my pink umbrella whereas my umbrella desperately wanted to get wet.My umbrella remained in my bag for 3 months and still no rain.

And one day...i took my folded brand new umbrella out from my bag and kept it safely on my shelf since it was a very hot day and there was again no hope of raining.

BUT that day was different.....that day it rained....!!exactly the day when I put my umbrella out from the bag.SHUCKS MAHN!!!!THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!!!!!!

Me and my friends stood right in front of the college wondering what to do next....many students and teachers took off their BLACK umbrellas and started walking away.HOW MUCH I MISSED MY PINK UMBRELLA RIGHT NOW!!!

And we all ran to hostel drenched totally in the rain.And in my room I saw my umbrella looking at me helplessly......I took it out....unfolded it.And opened my pink umbrella.hoping when i will get a chance to use this pretty girl again.And once again I put it back in my Bag longing to use it soon....

BUT EVER SINCE IT DINT RAIN IN MY COLLEGE AND ME AND MY UMBRELLA ARE BOTH DESPERATELY WAITING FOR THE RAIN!!

AND WE KEEEP WAITING FOR THE RAIN EVEN IN THE HARSHEST SUN!!!!

-ME ND MY PINK UMBRELLA

JUST LIKE THAT- I MET HER

2012-06-07T06:02:00.000-07:00

DAY 1/2:HOW I MET MY BHABHI....!

"this is all about how i met my bhabhi...a girl who was a total stranger to me...and how half a day bought us close to each other.....!!"

thnx to 123 greetings for the apt pic i got...!!!

I quite don't understand why the concept of randomness is a difficult task for me to accept. I've always heard people say "they were destined to meet!". Destiny..is that what makes you meet a particular person so important in your life? If H decides to visit a place and A also decides to go there with every possible chance of not even meeting...at a particular point of time they are ''destined'' to meet. And then you can find them having ice-cream together in the same shop. OK now i dint believe in all these destiny things.....But one fine morning....I was destined to meet her....She; whom ive seen just a day...She; who cares for me more than a sister can....She; who scolds me for anything stupid i do....She; who wraps me with love...and She; whom i love a lot! And shes ...yeah My Bhabhi (thats wat i call her)...!-----Arshida.
Now....whats this destiny i was talking about?well...my destiny was tightly tied up with my bhabhis, inspite of having a 18973849 (thats not my fone number :P ) chances of not meeting her....! It all started with obviously my very-kiddish hobby of writing about people who inspire me a lot. I once encountered one supersenior of my college doing a goood-boy act apart from what others usually do. This made a good impact on me....and the very next minute i started writing about him...!(i dint even know his name...).It just took a two pages to write this short incident and how i liked his attitude. Days passed by and we gradually became friends all by coincidence again.His name was Shabeel and he became my Bhayya.(for thats what i called him)..!
One day Bhayya said me about PROFCON. A conference for professional college students on Islam. I was not quite sure if I had to go for it..since it was held in Trivandrm....an 8 hour travel from where I stayed-thrissur. And i was the only girl from my college. I had like infinite chances of cancelling it....But i just made up my mind and decided to go for it.
The first day in the camp was just fine...I was all alone without any friends just like being in a family tour with no ''family'' in it. I missed the most essential ingredient. Companions. Since i dint have one...I sat in the front row, listening to the lectures which were incredibly too good. I dont know why but in between Bhayya kept texting me that I've got a surprise here. I seriously thought that Bhayya was actually mad.(hahaha!!!surprise over here?very fuuny). When the lecture was over..it was the question and answer time....i got up and asked a question,in which i had to introduce myself...i heard some girls murmuring my name behind my back...(i heard them say.....thats hashba!)
Just then a girl walked up to me......i had never seen her even in a traffic jam. She,with an Islamic greeting said;'' Assalamualaikum.Your hashba right?''. And held her hands towards me. "A breeze of destiny blew across my face''. You know....Just like in movies.....''there was just she and me...her hand held towards me with the worlds most beautiful smile..the camera rolling around us....(since i did my hijab my hair dint fly along with it).and I was just standing there 'dumbstruck'(as usual)".RESPOND to her FOOL!!!( ha...dnt worry thats my instincts yelling at me)

I greeted her back and said,"Walaikummusalam...yeah I am...and you?".

''dint you understand me?'' she asked me as if i knew everyone in the world.

Clever me...started acting as if i was thinking hard to recognize her....(Shucks mahn!!!now whose she....i dnt even knw her...wat will i say....think....think.....).

"well you know Shabeel???"she asked me and I am sure that she got it that I was totally bewildered. OK now i get it as some prank of Bhayyas....maybe this was his great art of surprising me!

"yeah i know....my senior.....he...." but I was stopped in between.

"well...I am his wudbe...." She said....with that pretty smile on her face...

"yeah? OK i see....nice to meet you..." is what I said but what my mind said was...(what??????wudbe????Bhayyyas????he never mentioned about her.....wooooow......this is an awsuuuummmm surprise...!!!haha huhu.....got mad?Bhayya m gonna kill you for not telling me this one hand before!!!)

''Hashba your here!!!theres not a single place where I dint look for you....."....one of my bus mate( Rena...my only companion there) came running to me and caught hold of my hand.

''No single place left to look out for me??what about this place?" I asked back....

"you and your silly jokes.....come fast we ought to go now.....we are already running out of time.." and pulled my hands.....''by the way whose this?''...

Oh no! Shes a chattterbox. And I am sure she will ask extra questions,out of syllabus and everything to Bhayyas wudbe. But my minds only a cycle compared to her superfast train mind....by the time i made plans to escape....she had started taking the INTERVIEW!!!

''ok renu....we were running out of time...remember?''...I asked her...trying to help out the other poor girl.

''oh yeah...lets run.." and she held my hands nd took me out....

"WAIT....!!!!" I SCREAMED.....

''now wat???" She asked when we had already sat in the bus....

''I forgot to ask Bhayyas girls name....nor her place....!!Shucks i dont even know wat shes doing!!!...i dint ask her anything....!!!I EVEN FORGOT HER FACE!!!UGH!!!!! inspite of she knowing everything about me."...i realized wat a foool i turned out to be. Its Bhayyas going-to-be-wife and I dint even talk to her? Did I embarrass her??? Or did i embarrass myself???

"dont worry girl.....u have a half day left....tommorow you can meet her again and even talk to her...we have time till Afternoon.the camp ends only at 3..."

That night I had a tough time..... tomorrow was my last day in the camp...and i had to find her but how am I ever supposed to find out that girl and ask her name....assuming around 5 thousand students there..I had to search for her... in-spite some cool reasons that:-
1) I dint have her number.
2) I dint know where she sits.
3) I totally have no idea if I will get a chance to meet her after the lectures.

and the best one...

4) I don't remember her face...!!..

And I dozed off thinking if i could ever meet her..! And whats gonna happen tomorrow.Just half a day....and a crazy plan to find her....And my plan was....

YES....I DINT HAVE A PLAN....!!!!

how did i find her?
did i find the right persn?

(wait and see how within half a day.....she became my Bhabhi...and y i love her a lot....and how we became this destiny made best friends....!!!)

FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE-OFFICIALLY OVER!!!

2012-05-28T17:28:00.000-07:00

The Royal College Of Engineering and Technology

First year of College officially over....!!!

What are you trying to tell? We have just finished two semesters?no..thats fictitious!!! I seriously can't believe it!!I still remember the first day like yesterday!

You know...college is a lot different than high school. We decide to commute from our home to a campus. our first year experience will definitely make an impression on us. Without doubt, though, the most dramatic first year is for those living away from home(yeah....the hostelers). What can we expect as we head off into the wonderful world of higher education?.And what we recieved here was something really different from what we expected....!!

I was totally blank...when my friend Muzzamil asked me to write a summary about our first year experiance.(obviously i dint tell that to him.:P).Because it hasn't only been ONE experience...its more like 1,000 experiences packed into a six and a half(yup!!) month time period. Once we student make a final decision, a new phase of the college process begins. Suddenly, all the uncertainty that marked the preceding months is over, replaced by the need to get ready for college life.

THE MYSTERIOUS CORRIDORS!!

You know first year is the year when we have lots of expectations....anxiety and a lot of discoveries in mind.You see those corridors...??those were still mystery for us...to know which door leads where.....!and like some FBI (at your service) we used to sneak out (not during class hours!!!:P)and try to figure out where is led us...it ws all fun.

It was obviously the first few days or rather i would say the first ''three'' days that was best rated! Yeah it was wen we had our orientation sessions......lots of games....lots to study....nd lots nd lots of MOTIVATION!

The true spirit of the orientation class was projected right the next day when all of us(with lots of efforts we had made frnds)were shuffled nd divided into 5 batches;A-B-C-D-E! The only thing we did was -be practical...in those classes ;we were asked to do what ur heart says....we were asked to be with your friends forever....no matter what comes in your way.....nd olso to be bold enought to speak out!! And so all the boys set out directly to the principals office with all the confidence nd spirits for COMPLAINING!!!..............................OH....!!it seems you wanna know wat happend next??haha...nothing,the Principal came to each class and gave a better-close-ur-ears scoldings(melting away oll the spirits) nd went.And we lived in our batches happily...!!!

We were always 'protected' from our seniors.i still dnt get it y?The Anti-ragging squad obv...!!!

Hostelers always had a nice time.We always had our own entertainments despite the fact that :

1)we were not allowed to hoot.

2)we were not allowed to use the playground.

3)we were not allowed to watch the tv.

4)incase the seniors make up thier mind nd let us watch tv...we were not allowed to sit...evn if there were 1000 free chairs lying there.

5)we had to lower our gaze wen we see seniors....LAUGHING OR SMILING IS STRICTLY PROHIBHITED IN THE MESS HALL.(if caught...u need to explain the whole reason for it..haha!! as if)

So these were the rules put up by The Seniors of girls hostel...!! And we followed it for almost 4 months...!!(omg)

The Basketball court

The boys whereas always had plenty of time playing basketball,football,cricket...whatever they wish for.Apart from the minor raggings like not letting them sleep at night,making them do the homewrks etc.in a way or the other....even they enjoyed.

The TEACHERS...our guardians were all energetic and gives a positive vibration to oll f us...whereas there were some who as they enters the class booom! instead of greeting with a good morning we silently say a GOOD NIGHT!

What I learned from my first year in college is that you are completely on your own. Teachers aren't their to baby you anymore. It's your decision whether you do what your supposed to do or not. You want to pass??---study...u dnt want to---dnt study!! Theres noone around to scold you....run behind you...or even question you..!!!YOU ARE ALL ON YOUR OWN!

And we completely get it when its exam time.....we actually dont know what we are exactly supposed to do...!study!!!oh yeah....but what how nd frm where?we start our studies ryt frm the morning.....nd only giving some gaps for washroom,food nd the frequent walks to the cooler to get some water!Thers total scarcity of sleepness....i dnt know if ill be addicted to sleepinosmia(lack of sleep in my language..now dnt search the dictionary!!)

But wen series exams get over......there comes a bunch of

ASSIGNMENTS(only nd only a 100 pages!!if you dont complete it within a day-NO INTERNALZ....so copy it frm nerdy gals nd pass onn)

RECORD----(dnt worry only-PHYSICS,CHEMISTRY,ELECTICAL,CIVIL,MECHANICAL AND COMPUTER....all together ''ONLY'' around 10000034599 pages :)

IN SHORT-SLEEEPLESS NIGHTS AND ENDLESS MIGRANE.

THEN CAME THE ELECTION!!!!Different parties....different groups.....fights....slogans...!!the most active ones in those-first years.And as rightly said by one of the best teaches ive ever met ..our own

Fazil sir..."...the boys who tuk part in the srtike shouting out "Inculab sindabad" dnt even know its meaning".. and eventually we realized that none of us knew its meaning.(well the actual word itself is Inqhilab Zindabad-means long live revolution)

But there is always a simple cute hope..that we have to carry these burden for just this year....!!!oh yeah itzzz over...no more burdens!!

THE WAY WE ALL LOVE WALKING.......

And never forgetting to mention the big and small incidents thats happened in every batches....some memories that will always stay in our hearts .......classrooms were always fun.. nd will always be...!!

Now....done with the first year....we all will meet again with new aspirations...new desires(nd new uniforms,bags,etc:P)...to meet our new challenges....to face the next Tsunami...nd to spent 3 glorious years together for making and sharing new memories!!

(and yeah obviously....to ragg our juniors....NS:if any staff reading this....i was juss joking...:P)

MAY GOD BLESS ONE AND ALL

-HASHBA HAMZA

MY NEW WORLD- RCET!!

2011-12-26T13:18:00.000-08:00

School days were always fun. Living with a hope that someday all of us will reach college, made every teenager excited! As a student even I had those hopes ….I saw the glitz in my eyes every time I see myself in the mirror! I finished off with my 12^th with a whiff and finally joined the “ROYAL COLLEGE OF ENGINEERING AND TECHNOLOGY” also known as the RCET!!

I know that the road to success is always under construction!!!! So I chose civil engineering to rebuild the road to success!!! So get it right engineers!! And finally the day arrived for me to go to my college!!

The watchman opened the huge gates right in front of me which set thrills of goose bumps all over me! I was totally over exited….! No one knew what awaited me here…!

Just as we entered the entrance we were asked to sit in the chairs which were beautifully arranged in a big ground like hall of my college….all the important people gave away their speeches and made me wonder if the same speech would be repeated for the coming juniors and their juniors and so on…..because the speeches seem to be like an essay….something they had by hearted since they themselves joined the college!!! All of them started clapping when I was aware of where I was and broke my chain of thoughts. I saw many more teenagers of my age with the same glitz in their eyes as that in mine!

There was a walk of around 5 min to my hostel.. And I was all set to start a new life here. It named “RCET GIRLS HOSTEL”. I got in and kept my stuffs in the 1^st room I saw….room 115! And to my shock there were 6 other girls in the same room! I was sad that I dint know even one single girl there…and to my relief 3 of them decided to leave the room. I had a hard time in learning their names then….it was Limsha, Najma and Bincy with whom I shared room no.115! One girl then came to me silently and asked “why are you sharing room with 2 Hindus??? Wouldn’t it be comfortable to be with Muslims? So that you can do your prayer on time and won’t get distracted! You can come to my room…there’s one vacant place there”. I don’t know why..but at that moment I had to say her “no its okay….I believe in social integrity ….so I think it’s cool to be with them…right now we r 2 Muslims and 2 Hindus”!. AND NOW I REALIZED ….IF I HADNT SAID THAT……I WOULD HAVE NEVER LIKED MY HOSTEL!!!

I dint get much time to walk around and meet everyone in the hostel….we were all exited for our first day in college that was TOMMOROW!!!!! So we were busy preparing our self for the day! Since we had double ducker bed…..I had to sleep on the first floor which I hated like something. My roommates were actually too cool…limsha who cracks jokes for which anyone would surely laugh….if not you, at least I do. She's just like a frog…keeps on jumping all the time (I still wonder why she dint try for state long jump competition) and she missed her family…..she kept saying that it was the first time she stayed away from her family! Najma was cute and friendly…..bincy on the other hand was mad and crazy!!!! 4 girls, different districts, different personalities and 1single room! Our chemistry rocked!!!!

Just like we waited……our first day rocked!!!.......

The life of a girl in KSA! (2)

2011-12-20T22:01:00.000-08:00

EPISODE: 2

(The fight…!)

Just as I hang up the phone with Ria I had to rush to the kitchen to help ma.

“Why are you up so early dear???? Go and sleep a lill more na? its only 2:00” ma said calmly!!!

“Ma m sorry….I was reading till late night! So slept a little late!!!..(I checked what she made for lunch)....oh no today also fish???? What the fish?? I think I have to go on diet today also!!!”…I got really pissed off!!!

“Yeah yeah I was about to say that…!!! U have been putting on lots of weight anyway…..so better diet!!!” I'm sure she smirked behind me!!

“What?????Weights????? Me????? No way (gotto run to my room!)You joke a lot ma…..” I said trying to sound calm!!!

Ma just turned away from me waiting to throw the fish into the pan.

I ran to my room and stood rite in front of the mirror. Phew …she was lying after all. I dint put on much weights. I always wonder why anyone would be so conscious about themselves when they live in KSA. After all the “abhaya” is a must for every woman… no matter what their religion is! The Muslims, Hindus and the Christian women equally wear abhaya when they step out of their house! It covers one completely… making the girls least seductive! But that don’t really matter…for anyone here…because the amount of makeup they slap on their faces makes it impossible to think of anything else! Girls run behind branded makeup, converse shoes, colorful sandals, rings, funky bands…Anything …which is attractive…just anything. They never miss a chance for fashion in KSA!

But unfortunately the country runs on Islamic rules and not American!!! I always find it funny when my non-Muslim friends wear abhaya out in the malls and markets who in their own country wear shorts and sleeveless! But here…they are fully covered and some even practices the Hijab!!! I silently laugh on such funny things that law can bring!!! Well… thoughts always apart….get into life now!!!

One more day to kill!! What am I now supposed to do today? Vacation in KSA always reminds me of internet!!! Yes! The only invention by a scientist or a geek which was worth the discovery…!! Or maybe; the scientist or as I said a geek whom I secretly admire!!! Without you my life would have sucked hard time! Why dint Newton or Ohm try something really creative like this one here?? Rather than going for illogical things like why do things fall? And why the hell is something proportional to something else? Is it direct or inverse? I always wonder if they will ever realize how many lives have been ruined by just ‘one’ formula of theirs. Was fame better than ruining 100000000 of life? Well…I can’t debate on that now!!!

“Madam….can u please come and help me over???????? What r u doing in here? Am I supposed to work all day and night??? Y did I ever have daughters like u then? Aren’t u big enough to help your mother?????” ma was in one of her “THAT” mood when she entered my room!!

“OKAY OKAY!! Easy ma……I was about to come…!! Please gimme any work other than washing the dishes! (That was my worst night mare!!!!)….” I said trying not to shout back at her!!!

“Well…That’s the only thing remaining to do…!! You doing it or not?” she sounded really angry now….!!

“But u know rite….I don’t like doing that….I would have done anything else….even make the whole lunch…but please not washing the dishes… (Hehe I m sure she's done with making lunch and all other works!!!)” I said in tone so serious that anyone in the world would fall for it…..but unfortunately….my lady knows my dramas!!!

“No need to talk anymore…..I'm here as a servant for u rite? Just don’t help me….ill do it all myself….!!!(Oh no!) Do u know blah blah aunties daughter??? She wakes up in the morning and blah… blah… blah… blah. She does this….blah …looks after her siblings…blah…blah….her ma doesn’t have to do anything….blah…blah….” OH no!!! She started with her emotional dramas including the story of goody- goody aunt’s goody- goody daughters!!!!(I know how good those girls are!! Huh!)

PLAN 1: ESCAPE! TURN OVER THE PLATE!!Now!!!

“Maa….I was just joking…..you know Na…how much I love washing those (fukin) wonderful dishes!!!!.....I’ll do it….!!!Please don’t say no….please…….this is my fav thing!!!!” and I just ran out of the room!!!! Washing the dishes is always better than my mother’s emotional athyachar!

Within minutes I found myself washing those freaking dishes when lot of water kept splashing on my apron! I had switched on my mobile music so that I have some sort of entertainment…..!!! The song was one of my favorite... “DO IT LIKE A BROTHER…..DO IT LIKE A DUDE!!!” yeah yeah…..wash the utensils like a dude??? Bah!!! Y y y???? I hate this washing thingy….!!!

Hiring a maid was too expensive in Jeddah for us! I went back to my country….INDIA….(background music …….MERE DESH KE DHARTHI SONA UGLE……) Kerala…..Gods own country (music change: keralam….keralam….oooo) …..my home….my town….our maid…! MAID??? YEAH… I just had to know nothing when she was there…..just have the food and leave…!! Poor she…I now realize how hard she must have worked hard… washing all those dishes…..!!!

“Are you done?” oh no….my lady is here….. (Lady??? Well…that's my mom…my life)!

“No ma….lemme enjoy what I m doing. Please don’t disturb me…” I know she was ready with the next work!!! I'm never going to finish this today!! Buhahahahaaa!!!

“Oh yeah I just forgot….u got a call from Sana this morning….when you were snoring!!!” ma said.

“Ugh maa….I don’t snore ok???” Now that's really irritating!! I snore??? That too…me???

“Come on…. I heard it….!! Your sisters heard it!!! Even your dad heard it!!!” she chuckled!

“Oh…. but…that's coz I got a cold….!!! U know I struggle a lot to breath when I catch a cold!” I wanted to make my path clear!

“Okay okay…I dint come for a debate…Sana called you just to ask if you’re alive and ask if it’s really a vacation time. I still don’t get it… what she meant by that…!” ma started searching for some inter meaning from that too!!!

“She just meant it’s been vacation and we dint enjoy it at all ma! Common, imagine we dint even hang out together for years!!” I just said that!

“Well…m never going to leave three of you anywhere to hang out!! You three are the most dangerous ones!! If u hang out….we’ll probably have to hang u three out!!!” ma said….laughing at her own joke which I found awkward!

“eeheeehee(smiling like fools) …was that a joke ma?? Well…I liked it….happy? Ugh! U parents never try to understand us!!” I was scared if this would start another debate here…..!!!

“Yes …very well said Nina!!! U know… when I was your age…….” She just started her 15th century story by the time I interfered…

“Omg!! Yes yes….we all know that…u had no buses…no cars…nothing…and u had to walk km to reach your school….and your parents never let u out and that we are lucky to have all this!! Blah blah…” I had by hearted this story after hearing it for 10099th time!

“Nina…I have other things to do …than waste my time with a good-for- nothing!” she gave me a don’t-think-u-won look!

But I had officially announced me as the winner of this debate!! Hehe….I love irritating mom!!! How did this fight start? Oh yeah SANA!!! Bitch wanted to know if m alive….ill show her m not in my graveyard yet!!!

Ooopz!! U guys don’t know whose Sana rite? Well….she is the next one among my 5 best friends (did I say 5??? confused? Just go back to the first episode to confirm!) She was the first friend I made in KSA(and my entire life)! She is very tidy I would say …very... (Unlike me and Ria)! She is a genius in her calculus and of course like other girls (except me) very beauty conscious! She is tall...Fair…And has typical Indian long hair. Unfortunately it’s not dark…but brown (but that's not fare….even she is an INDIAN(mere dhesh ke dharthi….)…and a keralite (keralam…keralam…ooo))!!

It was 2 years ago that I invited her to the world of the internet!!! And now she can never separate from it!! Just like Jack and Rose…never apart… (Sniff… sniff). And m 100% sure…if internet was a guy…it was Sana who would marry him (don’t u dare doubt on that!)…. She is the sweetest amongst us… listens to everything I say! (That’s y I love her a lot). We call her lamie Sana…as she cracks the lamest jokes of this world!! And when its Nina, Ria and Sana….WE ARE THE CRAZIEST!!!

BUT NOT AS CRAZY AS MY 4TH BEST FRIEND… a friend with a cocktail personality…..VERY CRAZY! A friend, whose personality attracts everyone ….a friend that sticks closer than a sibling, a friend whose jokes can be understood by none other than the friend alone! AND I WOULD SAY; A BEST FRIEND ANY ONE WOULD ALWAYS DREAM TO HAVE!! THE PERFECT ONE FOR ME!!!!

I count myself in nothing else as happy as in a soul remembering my good friends!

………….. (To be continued forever)……………

The life of a girl in KSA! (1)

2011-05-13T10:33:00.000-07:00

This story is all about a girl...a teenage girl in fact...!Nina has got a few problems at hand.She doesnt care about pre-calculus unlike her over achieving siblings.! And if her parents had a whiff of her thoughts ...She would be grounded forever..! being an Indian but born and bought up in a Muslim family in KSA..Nina is unable to balance the two cultures and realizes her love for her sweet heart can only be a fantacy! BUT WITH A LOT OF HUMOR ,ONE CAN ALWAYS FIND A WAY!

EPISODE :1

""hey...where are we going????"" I asked her....as she was taking the car through some unknown road......"We r almost there..... Don’t worry....''Ria... said me as I looked around the place "I never worry about you...I worry about the kids sitting here with us....May I please know where your taking us?"....I looked at my best friends face....as she showed no sign of replying!!!

shrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!! The car stopped........"Hey juzz wait here.....I’ve gotto get some stuffs from this shop...you’ll look after the kids rite?"..........Ria asked me in one breath......I turned back to see 7 kids staring back at me...."wha...??me??? Them??.......see..." she interfered in between....."Listen Nina....I know I shouldn’t tell you this....but I heard you’ve been talking all abuse to kids recently.....!!".....terror stuck me...."sorry?? What did u just say??....u just said that??? Even u believed those rumors...!" I just can’t believe that my best friend just said that.......!!! I opened the door slammed it hard...and left the place....!!!!!!

'hey wait...lemme tell'.....she shouted behind me......."screw u bitch'' I shouted back and went into that unknown mall she was about to go....it was all strange in there........it was late at night...and I dint know what I was doing here.....she cried and pleaded to me as she came running towards me......"please...I want u''.....she cried......"will u just leave me alone and get lost...??" I covered my face with my hands…..only to stop the tears flowing out of my eyes…how can she……..

I CANT BLIV IT.....I JUZZ BROKE UP WID MY BEST FRND.....!!!SHE WAS MY EVERYTHING…..AND NOW…....HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!!!! YES...I HAVE TO CALL HER BACK…..!!!

I turned to CALL her.......and THAD!!!! I fall from my bed......!!!

“OUCH!!What the hell was that???????????''.....shit man...that was just a night mare? Or maybe an afternoon mare??”

Phew thank God.........the dream woke me up at the rite time!!! The time on my clock showed 1:38 pm!!! Oh no…!!! Dad will be home already!! I jumped out of the bed…..thanking God for giving me a wonderful life and ran to the washroom !

1:55…..I’m out…dressed up…all set! Okay…..now what did I actually see in my dream…..was that real?? Oh no…. I gotto call her right now!

I went up to the phone and started dialing…’’’’’tring….tring….”’’…….pick up the phone…. I wonder when will they ever change the tring tring to some soft music….then I would have end up calling all my friends the whole day even if they went out….hehe…

.”HELOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”….shit…whose screaming??? Oh yeah m on the phone…..me and my thoughts….”hey Ria! Uhmm….how r u?”.

“are u even allright? calling me up to ask how I am and not responding to my 3 precious helo’s?? where are you lost girl? Not one of your weird thoughts again! Anyways dude….I’m doing good…and don’t think u too do!!?”

“I don’t..! yeah I was thinking of something else…!! seriously ..you won’t believe how horrible dream I had!”I said as I tried to rush with it…!!

“Spit it out then!!”She said without any emotions.

“Yeah…it goes this way….blah blah blah blah ….and I just woke up!!!”

All I could hear more was a wave of different kind of laughter coming from one single person….I heard a small pause she took to take her breath…and again I hear her laughing…okay now that’s really embarrassing…. I called all the way from my home to hers only to ask if she’s ok with me and that I had seen a really horrible dream regarding our friendship!!!

“You’re so funny girl….really….(finishing the last few seconds of her great laugh for the joke of the year from the joker of the year!)…..okay calm down Ria……listen…I do know it’s a horrible dream for u but that’s a real funny one for me….! Common yaar its okay….you know me? And I’m never gonna do anything like that? U get me?”

“yeah I know….its just that I just wanted to talk to you…! And see..im sorry if i….” and before I finished……

“I love you!! Bitch I’m your best friend…..!!! Whatever it is….ill be with you….that’s how we were for the past 10 golden years!!!”…..she said in the most lovable voice…..

“Whoa u did count that??? Love you too ! Gotto go now….bye!”

…..i hang up the phone and raised my head ..Broadened my shoulders really proud to have a great friend…(easy now…no one’s watching you….leave your breath now)…oh yeah!!!

So, that’s Ria my best friend among the 5 of my best friends. She’s the best (for me). It’s been 10 golden years since we are together. Very calm..Really friendly…and most of all…a great optimist….!!! My siblings jump out of happiness when she's at home (yeah it’s with them that she spends more time than with me)...Her humor sense is the best… (It leaves my sister laughing for one whole hour). And the best of all... She loves me!! When it’s both of us….we just rock!!!

(to be continued......always...!)

That night!!!

2011-05-09T14:20:00.000-07:00

THAT NIGHT!

It is spring, moonless night in the small town and moreover starless!

Yes! Night! One of the most lovely time. The time when I think of my past, present, and my future. But tonight is not for imagination. Tonight I can only think of “THEM!”. They; without whom I've had silent tears flowing out of my eyes…. Without them; I've always been all alone. They who always give you what you wished for. And yes the warmth of their love…the love that I never experienced!

Looking out through my bedroom window …. I stared at the dark sky above me. All I can see is one little star in the dark sky shining proudly as it winks at me. The cool breeze rubbed my face…. And I was feeling really good. My hair longed to fly along with the breeze. It took a short while when I noticed a tiny drop of tear crawling out of my eyes! I did miss them a lot!

Was that star after all…..looking at me? Is it true that they are really up there? Now I really wish if I was a small kid believing the fact that our beloved ones comes to meet us by being these wonderful stars up there.

But reality always strikes! And this is reality…the unsaid reality about my beloved unseen “GRANDPARENTS!!”…

LOVE from our near ones is something that you always long for more..and never less! Just like money or maybe more than that…the more you get the more u need it. After all the fate of love is that “it always seems too less or too much!”

My only “grandparents” is my mother’s mom. My grandma…. And if I could say she is a living legend! I've never seen anyone worth replacing her. I've got just everything from her. Love in the form of salted mangoes, gooseberries, pickles and not to forget lots and lots of scoldings! Yea I just said that. Its my grandma’s hobby I would say to scold me. And it is my official duty to irritate her and steal the pickles which was already made for me!

My cousins once said me, “when grandma heard that your coming she made 5 bottles of salted mango and gooseberry saying this is my child’s favorite!” She never accepts the fact that they were after all made for me…and waits till I steal it so that she can start with her one hour scolding.

It was only after days of my birth that my mother’s dad passed away! I've heard that he was a great man. He worked in Qatar and was the only man who went abroad those days in our area! (so we can guess how proud my mom would have been showing off!). I have seen him on photos which is stuck in my granny’s room. In that he wore a bell bottom pants with an off cream color T-shirt, looking absolutely young in his 40’s. The perfect grandfather I always dreamt about! My grandma used to say that he spoke real good English and was one his dreams that his children speak well too. But all I can imagine is my mom and her siblings staring at him wondering if that’s a language he's speaking keeping their mouth wide open! I WISH IF I COULD MEET HIM ONCE...SO THAT I WOULD HAVE FULLFILLED HIS DREAMS.(and more over I've got a lot of complains about my mom to register to him….I heard from my friends that granddads do help a lot) J

My dad himself don’t remember his mothers face. She unfortunately passed away when he was only in 9^th….i never knew how he overcame that. And my granddad left us when I was only two…. I've heard from mom that he was really fond of me and that even in his last few days of ALZHEIMERS, he did remember me. Mom also said that I used to ask him to spit in my hands and he only kissed them and close my hands!

He was yet another legend…..with Pakistani nationality (that’s how people in our area refer us to the Pakistan family…weird!)…it’s been said that the British officers did come to our house to arrest granddad and that he hid somewhere I don’t know. A lot of great writers did approach my dad and family members to write about him. But they never let them do it. (Of course he was not a terrorist!!)…there are a lot of investigations to be done!!! And I feel my granddads sister, my favorite aunt...Whose only 101 years must truly know all about my granddads’ history! Maybe fate was waiting for me to get into writing and it will be me myself who’s going to write my grandpas history and reveal all his hard workings and effort to this world!!! YES GRANPA I’LL DO THIS FOR YOU! (But obviously after a few years!)

I've learned from one of my best friend who’s got both her grandparents from both the side alive!!! This makes it 4 for her… and just one for me! She said that grandfathers are the best part of one’s life….their care…their love…their affection. It makes you live in yet another world! But that world is now just beyond my imaginations….beyond the sky….beyond everything..!!!

And now I can’t find that star in the sky….I cant find it anywhere….!! All I can see is the dark starless sky!

The love that lasts longest is the love that’s never returned! After all life is a rainbow which also includes the black!

I do love you a lot grandpa and grandma!! And I do miss u a lot!