You all ,
(am adressing all the four may be five existing readers)
By the end of this post I am not sure if you will look at me with pity or respect as Am gonna list down all the top advices that I've got in the year 2010 from my family, friends, family friends, strangers and strange friends/family/family friends. Obviously all of them came unasked for or may be my "gloomy bored of life" expression invited some (i like to call it my thinking face) and some were fruits of my own plantation-slash- moronic actions. And I wonder...Its so crazy that my company pays millions in consultancy services, they obviously dont know the untapped potential of my people.
1. Almost Everybody: "Learn to speak Gujrati" (its high time now...I think i should)
2. Father: "Dont talk so fast"
3. Mother: "Dont talk to everbody like you own them"
4. Brother: "Dont talk to anybody" (am not that bad....he's just too extreme)
5. Sister: "Nobody gets your jokes so stop it allrite" :S
6.Sister Again: "Treat your boss like your mother in law"
7. Fiance: "Fix that tooth....dont frown" *frowning
8. Ntasha : "Get a loyalty test done on your fiance" (if you are equally lame enough to watch Emotional Atyachaar then you'd know what we are talking about)
9. Lavina: "You have got to learn to walk slow"
10. Abeer: "Its about time you made some babies" :S
11. Umema: "Give up singing in your nasal voice"(its all that I have)
12. Umema again: "dont act all nice n kind when you are not" (ok??)
13. Umema once more: "Dont laugh on your own jokes" *hides face
14. Sister (and few cousins): At her wedding, "You must never dance in public" (so much for being happy :( ... but shes right am outta-control when unleashed)
15. Safa: "you should never call.....He should call...coz He's the guy" (even though thats the general code amongst gals....I never got this logic .....also that logic about ladies going to the washroom in large groups et al....we shall discuss this matter in great depth in a later post titled "Unexplained Female behaviours")
16. Safa Again: "shop as much as you can rite now, your husband will never allow" (I really want to know her source of information)
17. Jumana: "You are doing the biggest favor on him just by being engaged to him you should not do anything else (she meant dont be nice...n be a bitch all the time) and if it doesnt work out then my brother in law is still single n looking". (Back up....check)
18. 10 or more aunties: At my sis' wedding "you should've seduced your man into marrying you and today you'd be getting married here too" (one even did a small wiki-how demonstration for me ..... my feelings were ...should I laugh or Should I cry??)
19. Uncle: "Never disclose your salary to anyone" (he had already asked me a second ago)
20. Another Uncle : "A good wife is the one who can cook well....thats all I ask for...learn to cook beta" (am trying uncle *wipes tears of despreration)
21. All the above: "Wear Heels"
Just for the record I love you all and I dunno what we'd do with all the time if we dint pass on random advices to each other.... prolly fight or judge each other ....but that does not mean that you or I must follow them coz when it comes to advices our brains are programmed to follow the most negative ones that are thrown at us....by default and take offense on those that are genuine and constructive (something went wrong somewhere..God knows what).
And as we move from one phase of life to another there r gonna be more n more advices to come coz basically we seek them, not for solutions but for conversations coz in the end whatever happens is only what we deserved.
Hence, As this year ends am giving up another of my passion/obsession- Advising (after Match making) as I no longer see the point in giving any. And I am taking up "obsessively worrying about the future" and "Project- Break up those losers. Lets hope it works out for the best of everybody.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Some place...far.
A friend had once told me, that if you are bored then dont continue being bored instead be creative. And since then, my tv watching hours and msn chatting hours have dwindled considerably (also FB stalking duty hours :S) and I discovered that I can draw. And I gave up drawing my same old "sun-mountain-sea-hut-coconut tree" picture (I can draw that with my eyes closed from practice of submitting that for every art class for 14 years in school)and tried pencil sketching.
This picture is something i drew just out of my head at work when it was 55 degrees in Kuwait and I wished I lived in a place where it was snowing. In my imagination I was a person whose job profile is to collect wood to keep warm when its snowing, and growing vegetables and grains in summer to store for the winter and I also have a flourishing business of growing and chopping pine trees during the christmas season (talk about having an ecconomical imagination).
But then this place did not have wi-fi and malls with multiplex so I moved back to Kuwait :(.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
…then Patience is the key.
I am in my hometown since 2 months, the reason being my lil sis’ wedding and believe it or not while here I missed my third degree torture of a job in “Kuwait Petroleum” (I wish there was an expression in this world to describe how proudly my mom mentions this to my relatives here…. I should make her meet my Chairman’s mom someday).
Being here I’ve realized that in so many years the place has changed a lot, more traffic, better infrastructure, better shopping places etc. (pls. pray that we get a mall n a multiplex soon) But one thing is intact, and that’s the people and their endless/mindless curiosity. I swear I tried but I don’t know why my brain just cannot stop being amazed at how much people care about everything (big or small) in my almost city but still a village of a hometown. Hence, therefore, all I can do to survive yet another 15 days here (without being labeled a “snapping bitch” by popular demand) is to be PATIENT. Especially…
1. When everybody around you has self appointed themselves as your body guard. And considers reporting you’re every small/big move to your parents and other close and distant relatives- and that pretty much covers the entire population!. (And you were bugged about stalkers on facebook). Its frustrating, especially when you don’t have much to do at home as people keep visiting ( I so want to charge them a small entry fee to my house) and when you go out you are being watched and talked about without being subtle about it (initially I did feel like a celebrity but now I feel Britney Spear’s and Paris Hilton’s pain :P). Apart from being bodyguards, they are also part time counselors and consultants who feel the need to advice you in every possible way (health/ mental/ emotional/ financial) all round the clock (such dedication and hard work and I wonder why theres so much unemployment in this country)
2. When you have to bend and do salaam to every goddamn person who entered that venue before you (our salaam is 1. bend 2. take the persons hand 3. touch your right eye to it 4. then left eye 5. then forehead 6. then lips….am tired just by explaining this procedure) and then engaging in an aimless FAQ’s round with every single one of them. To save myself some torment I had planned to make an appearance an hour earlier, but it backfired in my face as it only invited more questions….(where’s your mom/dad/bro/sis….why/how/when did u come….blah blah shit shit……).All Fails. If only I was paid to do this, I’d be buying my custom made mercedez by the end of this trip.
3. When people start explaining how they are related to you,…. I mean come on!! Do you think Ill consider you in my will?? Or someday ill sit and make a family tree for all the history books in the world and hang your pic on the most cornered branch?? Or are you hoping me to behave like you coz somewhere there our DNA’s match??? I tried escaping by a“ Oh yes…ofcourse I know you” …but then they counter question you and test you if you really do. All Fails. I am suggesting all my people should polygraph test me at once to see if I really know them or not.
4. When people think forcibly feeding someone is the way of caring and showing love. I actually get cramps in my feet from sitting that long for a meal. I so want to burp in their faces… only if that made them disghusted and not happier :S
5. When people get shocked if they see you at masjid for prayers or a visiting a religious place. Seriously, what is it about me that says that am an atheist?? Is it my satanic pendant?? Or my dragon tattoo?? Why is it so difficult to believe that people are capable of having faith in God if they r brought up outside this village??? And do they really expect me to try n convince them, that it’s not just a show to impress them??? *praying harder.
6. When you are constantly being asked if you are the older/younger sister??? (Am considering coloring my hair grey and walking around with a stick to convince you all.) And is it you who got married?? (yes!!! my imaginary husband is on space mission to Mars rite now).
I am bored, sick n tired. But I know ill miss this place and the people once I am back to my secluded nest in Kuwait. Its just that in this town people’s curiosity needs to be constantly fed and they always need something to talk about. Till then, let me be with…my bike….that pani puri stall …Gulaab jamuns and paan.V Peace V
Being here I’ve realized that in so many years the place has changed a lot, more traffic, better infrastructure, better shopping places etc. (pls. pray that we get a mall n a multiplex soon) But one thing is intact, and that’s the people and their endless/mindless curiosity. I swear I tried but I don’t know why my brain just cannot stop being amazed at how much people care about everything (big or small) in my almost city but still a village of a hometown. Hence, therefore, all I can do to survive yet another 15 days here (without being labeled a “snapping bitch” by popular demand) is to be PATIENT. Especially…
1. When everybody around you has self appointed themselves as your body guard. And considers reporting you’re every small/big move to your parents and other close and distant relatives- and that pretty much covers the entire population!. (And you were bugged about stalkers on facebook). Its frustrating, especially when you don’t have much to do at home as people keep visiting ( I so want to charge them a small entry fee to my house) and when you go out you are being watched and talked about without being subtle about it (initially I did feel like a celebrity but now I feel Britney Spear’s and Paris Hilton’s pain :P). Apart from being bodyguards, they are also part time counselors and consultants who feel the need to advice you in every possible way (health/ mental/ emotional/ financial) all round the clock (such dedication and hard work and I wonder why theres so much unemployment in this country)
2. When you have to bend and do salaam to every goddamn person who entered that venue before you (our salaam is 1. bend 2. take the persons hand 3. touch your right eye to it 4. then left eye 5. then forehead 6. then lips….am tired just by explaining this procedure) and then engaging in an aimless FAQ’s round with every single one of them. To save myself some torment I had planned to make an appearance an hour earlier, but it backfired in my face as it only invited more questions….(where’s your mom/dad/bro/sis….why/how/when did u come….blah blah shit shit……).All Fails. If only I was paid to do this, I’d be buying my custom made mercedez by the end of this trip.
3. When people start explaining how they are related to you,…. I mean come on!! Do you think Ill consider you in my will?? Or someday ill sit and make a family tree for all the history books in the world and hang your pic on the most cornered branch?? Or are you hoping me to behave like you coz somewhere there our DNA’s match??? I tried escaping by a“ Oh yes…ofcourse I know you” …but then they counter question you and test you if you really do. All Fails. I am suggesting all my people should polygraph test me at once to see if I really know them or not.
4. When people think forcibly feeding someone is the way of caring and showing love. I actually get cramps in my feet from sitting that long for a meal. I so want to burp in their faces… only if that made them disghusted and not happier :S
5. When people get shocked if they see you at masjid for prayers or a visiting a religious place. Seriously, what is it about me that says that am an atheist?? Is it my satanic pendant?? Or my dragon tattoo?? Why is it so difficult to believe that people are capable of having faith in God if they r brought up outside this village??? And do they really expect me to try n convince them, that it’s not just a show to impress them??? *praying harder.
6. When you are constantly being asked if you are the older/younger sister??? (Am considering coloring my hair grey and walking around with a stick to convince you all.) And is it you who got married?? (yes!!! my imaginary husband is on space mission to Mars rite now).
I am bored, sick n tired. But I know ill miss this place and the people once I am back to my secluded nest in Kuwait. Its just that in this town people’s curiosity needs to be constantly fed and they always need something to talk about. Till then, let me be with…my bike….that pani puri stall …Gulaab jamuns and paan.V Peace V
Friday, September 3, 2010
HaPpY S@d
BREAKING NEWS to whoeva that reads my blog: "My lil sister is getting married. And I know exactly what ur thinking, so yes am not married yet and no am not feeling bad about this situation. And this I am not just saying, coz I ve already said this to almost everyone I met in the last 4 months but coz I think ill look better at my wedding :P...wheveva that is.
But yes am feeling sad about the fact that:
1. Ill be the only kid in the house now, and having total care and attention of my parents at the age of 24 was never my dream. (not a pleasant one atleast.) If something goes wrong its obviously me to blame, there will be no one on my side while am trying to pull the "generation gap" trick, and ill be alone to listen to the never- ending "morale lessons from 1975".
2. I will be expected to be more social, as my sis took care of that all this while. She knew all the people in the circuit, their names, their kids, their addresss etc. In short she was the "social butterfly" , the walking-talking telephone directory for the bohras of Kuwait. I dont have those kinds of "People's skill". And my parents adored her for that (more coz mom used to get all the gossips). I am a disappointment. I no. Shoot me (while i look for an escuse to miss the next function).
3. Who will fix the wires behind the TV. she always got that audio video connection right while my monkey brain stood there watching with awe and amusement.
4. I like to preach a lot and sometimes I tend to forget that I have said the same thing in 20 different ways and Rubab was always there to stop me while at it. Now this world will witness the worst of my verbal diarrhoeas (Run while you still can).
5. Me and Rubab had invented crazy games, like the "Dancing Martial Arts", basically u hit each other while dancing (I broke her front tooth once in defence) My fav move was swirling in a circle with my arms wide open and then slapping her in the process (genius!! I know....I was the undefeated champ) there was no winner at this, it just involved hitting each other till the end of the song. Then, the "feet wrestling" you cant hit or use any other part of the body except the feet, the one who manages to stand on the other persons foot/feet for more than 10 counts wins!!yay!! And many such crazy games which I no I can only play with my sis. but not anymore. (plz dont judge me.... this is the craziest I can get...mostly)
6. The "did I tell you about...." and never completing it, and then saying "oh you dont need to know" always tortured her with this, n Oh what satisfaction I got out of this. priceless.
7. I have like 4-5 good n close friends, but rubab has a gang of gals around her. And all of em are like fun to hang out with (neva thut i'd admit this) and ill miss the fact that they ill no longer come over or have those group dance practises in our living room with no consideration what so ever for the ppl living downstairs.
But I will definitely not miss the fact that she always borrowed my clothes n managed to spoil them instantly with irreparable damages. And her constant nagging about how I should be more careful with money (and only buy at "clearnace sale"). But ill miss those shoes that she borrowed n squeezed her gigantic feet into n made big and unwearable for me. And in few days time she ill be gone and I can finally have that uninterrupted afternoon nap that I have been wanting to have since 12 March 1989.
But yes am feeling sad about the fact that:
1. Ill be the only kid in the house now, and having total care and attention of my parents at the age of 24 was never my dream. (not a pleasant one atleast.) If something goes wrong its obviously me to blame, there will be no one on my side while am trying to pull the "generation gap" trick, and ill be alone to listen to the never- ending "morale lessons from 1975".
2. I will be expected to be more social, as my sis took care of that all this while. She knew all the people in the circuit, their names, their kids, their addresss etc. In short she was the "social butterfly" , the walking-talking telephone directory for the bohras of Kuwait. I dont have those kinds of "People's skill". And my parents adored her for that (more coz mom used to get all the gossips). I am a disappointment. I no. Shoot me (while i look for an escuse to miss the next function).
3. Who will fix the wires behind the TV. she always got that audio video connection right while my monkey brain stood there watching with awe and amusement.
4. I like to preach a lot and sometimes I tend to forget that I have said the same thing in 20 different ways and Rubab was always there to stop me while at it. Now this world will witness the worst of my verbal diarrhoeas (Run while you still can).
5. Me and Rubab had invented crazy games, like the "Dancing Martial Arts", basically u hit each other while dancing (I broke her front tooth once in defence) My fav move was swirling in a circle with my arms wide open and then slapping her in the process (genius!! I know....I was the undefeated champ) there was no winner at this, it just involved hitting each other till the end of the song. Then, the "feet wrestling" you cant hit or use any other part of the body except the feet, the one who manages to stand on the other persons foot/feet for more than 10 counts wins!!yay!! And many such crazy games which I no I can only play with my sis. but not anymore. (plz dont judge me.... this is the craziest I can get...mostly)
6. The "did I tell you about...." and never completing it, and then saying "oh you dont need to know" always tortured her with this, n Oh what satisfaction I got out of this. priceless.
7. I have like 4-5 good n close friends, but rubab has a gang of gals around her. And all of em are like fun to hang out with (neva thut i'd admit this) and ill miss the fact that they ill no longer come over or have those group dance practises in our living room with no consideration what so ever for the ppl living downstairs.
But I will definitely not miss the fact that she always borrowed my clothes n managed to spoil them instantly with irreparable damages. And her constant nagging about how I should be more careful with money (and only buy at "clearnace sale"). But ill miss those shoes that she borrowed n squeezed her gigantic feet into n made big and unwearable for me. And in few days time she ill be gone and I can finally have that uninterrupted afternoon nap that I have been wanting to have since 12 March 1989.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
What will I be??
Sitting in my cubicle, I am bored, and I am thinking I could have been something else, do something I really liked, where I would actually be happy to wake up every morning with a purpose most dear to me. But what?? This job is exactly what I studied for, to end up as a manager eventually after some 15-20 years. I thaught I wanted that, but when I see my manager stressing over a tiny dot of a mistake and raising hell over a lost piece of paper, I'd rather pass that opportunity. I could do so many amazing things (I like to think so) but am stuck in a cubicle. But What?
My very first ambition as a child was to be a maid servant, I liked the whole idea of going from one house to another cleaning, dusting, and putting things in place. (dont judge me!! I was 5 yrs. old then) and what made it all the more exciting was when I saw my mom as a housewife doing all this for free (for us) but as a maid I'd get paid, and I'd get to hang out with so many other families (so Khewl!!). Obviously my dreams were shattered when my mom fired our first and only maid till date on the grounds of stealing (still unproven).
Then, my milk teeth started to fall and those were the most tragic days of my life because 4 of my front teeth refused to come back for 3 full years, so every time i opened my mouth, it used to look like a rat hole :( .I was very depressed back in those days especially coz family friends and relatives unanimously decided on calling my mouth the "India gate" and my mom used to try everything possible on heaven and earth to bring those teeth back. I wanted to be a dentist rite then to help people suffering from fate like mine.
Then came the time when Ash and Sush won the Miss World and Miss Universe title, there was so much gung ho in Indian media that it convinced me that I was born to be a beauty queen. Then ash and sush got into movies which was like "wow" moments of my life. I used to even practise giving interviews to the press with my sister and neighbor (Talk about obsessions!! ). Then one day I finally told my mom that I want to be a film actress when I grow up, she explained to me how obscene it is to dance in the rain like that pointing towards the TV (a bollywood song was going on- "tip tip barsa paani") and no respectable girl should be made to do that unless her parents are mad or dead.period. (my mom gets dramatic sometimes!! mostly!! )
My very first ambition as a child was to be a maid servant, I liked the whole idea of going from one house to another cleaning, dusting, and putting things in place. (dont judge me!! I was 5 yrs. old then) and what made it all the more exciting was when I saw my mom as a housewife doing all this for free (for us) but as a maid I'd get paid, and I'd get to hang out with so many other families (so Khewl!!). Obviously my dreams were shattered when my mom fired our first and only maid till date on the grounds of stealing (still unproven).
Then, my milk teeth started to fall and those were the most tragic days of my life because 4 of my front teeth refused to come back for 3 full years, so every time i opened my mouth, it used to look like a rat hole :( .I was very depressed back in those days especially coz family friends and relatives unanimously decided on calling my mouth the "India gate" and my mom used to try everything possible on heaven and earth to bring those teeth back. I wanted to be a dentist rite then to help people suffering from fate like mine.
Then came the time when Ash and Sush won the Miss World and Miss Universe title, there was so much gung ho in Indian media that it convinced me that I was born to be a beauty queen. Then ash and sush got into movies which was like "wow" moments of my life. I used to even practise giving interviews to the press with my sister and neighbor (Talk about obsessions!! ). Then one day I finally told my mom that I want to be a film actress when I grow up, she explained to me how obscene it is to dance in the rain like that pointing towards the TV (a bollywood song was going on- "tip tip barsa paani") and no respectable girl should be made to do that unless her parents are mad or dead.period. (my mom gets dramatic sometimes!! mostly!! )
From then on, I concentrated my efforts on being a total nurd!! as I thaught id look good in a doctor's jacket and one needs to be smart inuff to get there. But then I got bored of getting good marks and being the good girl. And after getting amazing percentage in tenth standard I shifted towards the Engineering field (all my "supa Khewl" frnds were in that section) but struggled to pass every single day..during those traumatising two years of sitting through math, lost during the chemistry lab sessions and breaking expensive apparatus in the physics lab in my efforts to get it right. (my brothers an engineer, so we dont have to blame the genes, just for record). In the end i did pass, thanks to moms prayers. But I knew am never getting into anything remotely scientific eva.
It was definitely commerce for me. I was just awesome at it. First 4 classes on the first day of college and I knew I was made to do this. I was not lost and I dint have to pretend that I understood coz I actually got what was being taught. 3 years and I graduated without any backlogs, with flying colors and ready to hit the corporate world. Since I've graduated I moved from one field to another, HR being the most favourite so far. And now into administration, I spend half my time making reports on excel or word (i hate em both)and the other half trying to get things done thru other people. As I feel wasted and burnt in the process, cant help but wishing, I was a farmer.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
coz they are, "Married and Bored".
When you meet them, The husband is usually filled with sarcasm and taunts and the wife is like the complain box of some over-priced but actually down market motel that is-“Filled with complaints”!! I wonder, if there is a secret code amongst married people to not like each other in public or may be they pretend just so we don’t jinx their actually happily married lives with our evil eyes. And if they are not together they will spread the venom against each other separately at different venues (what dedication!!)
My message to all of you: I really couldn’t care less if you killed each other (literally) and I really don’t want to assess and advice on the whole situation, and if I did you will definitely respond by a- “Mind your own business”. Am not taking sides and you guys are definitely not getting any of my sympathies. You all bore me. Really!!
So what’s the point of this whole charade??? -Really GOD what is happening here?? Weren’t all matches made in heaven?? Wasn’t she made out of his ribs?? Did Adam and Eve have similar relationship issues?? Lets hope they did!! Because then we can blame it on the genetic structure.
Am not married yet and I hope I don’t become the kind of wife who is desperately waiting to bitch about her husband the first chance she gets. And I hope he wont be the kind of man who feels he is tied down or caged, just coz he is married. And I really hope that even if we do feel that way, we will not resort to a dramatic show of it in public. But wont it be a much sadder situation if we actually feel pathetic n trapped but act all happy happy?? Well, only time can tell. As of now, undoubtedly…. all you married folks out there have managed to freak me out completely. Thanks!!
In the words of great Ntasha Berry (don’t google it, she’s just my friend)- we are all basically looking for attention, whether its through love or marriage or dating. If You give some attention, you get some….And if you are not giving or getting any, then theres “Trouble in Paradise!!
(It does make sense in a weird world somewhere, or the one that we live in.)
My message to all of you: I really couldn’t care less if you killed each other (literally) and I really don’t want to assess and advice on the whole situation, and if I did you will definitely respond by a- “Mind your own business”. Am not taking sides and you guys are definitely not getting any of my sympathies. You all bore me. Really!!
So what’s the point of this whole charade??? -Really GOD what is happening here?? Weren’t all matches made in heaven?? Wasn’t she made out of his ribs?? Did Adam and Eve have similar relationship issues?? Lets hope they did!! Because then we can blame it on the genetic structure.
Am not married yet and I hope I don’t become the kind of wife who is desperately waiting to bitch about her husband the first chance she gets. And I hope he wont be the kind of man who feels he is tied down or caged, just coz he is married. And I really hope that even if we do feel that way, we will not resort to a dramatic show of it in public. But wont it be a much sadder situation if we actually feel pathetic n trapped but act all happy happy?? Well, only time can tell. As of now, undoubtedly…. all you married folks out there have managed to freak me out completely. Thanks!!
In the words of great Ntasha Berry (don’t google it, she’s just my friend)- we are all basically looking for attention, whether its through love or marriage or dating. If You give some attention, you get some….And if you are not giving or getting any, then theres “Trouble in Paradise!!
(It does make sense in a weird world somewhere, or the one that we live in.)
Monday, June 28, 2010
Please dont ask me.
I just hate forced small talks, the meaningless questions and the baseless answers and the fake smiles and the compulsion to compliment ("oh! nice nail polish").but that is all that a social gathering has to offer these days or you can just sit at home n flip channels.
I have done some trend analysis in the last one year or so and below are the most frequently asked questions (FAQs) to me at most weddings/birthday parties/picnics/dinners and all such places where you just have to go only because your parents want you to. There is no exact right answers to these questions coz:
-people dont want to hear the right answers
-or the questions r just too silly to be
-and mostly the qustioneer is undeserving of gettign any answer coz they r not tht close/important.
but i do try not to speak my mind and be politically correct and be as less offensive/defensive as possible. In reality nothing you say makes any difference coz they r going to interpret in the way they want to..
1. What your salary?
My reaction: enough to pay the bills -Alhamdulillah
*thinking: I neither pay my bills nor yours, so how does that matter to you??
2. Do u like kids?
My Reaction: They r cute.
My Actual Answer: not all.
3. Is that an original?
My Reaction: No
The Real Answer: Yes
4. How much did that cost you?
My answer: I don’t Know, I got it as a gift.
*thinking: Do u ask because it looks cheap or expensive??
5. Is that make up?
Answer: What do u think?
Real Answer should be: I was a born beauty. (This question should be listed as bad manners, of the same degree as asking a lady her age.)
6. When r u getting married?
My answer: December
Real Answer: I really really don’t know (how hard is it to believe that??).
7. Do u like this guy you are engaged to?
My Reaction: * smile and silence....(always do that to annoy people)
*Thinking: Is this some kind of Ekta Kapoor serial where am supposed to be getting married to my worst enemy just for a revenge? Or is it some Hindi movie where am blackmailed into a forced marriage?? Oh no it was a child marriage n I dint care at that time and I cant do anything rite now. (plz sense the sarcasm)
8. What is your mother in law like?
Whatever you say to this one, in the end they just convince you that this relationship is doomed forever and after, and you are just not allowed to like her n vice versa. But beleive me she is actually nice...now what can I do about that ?
9. Why dint you call me?
My answer: Am sorry it just slipped from my mind.
Real Answer: Am ignoring you, get the hint already/ You have a phone too…don’t you??
10. Are you mad at me?
My Answer: Of course not!!!
*thinking What did he/she do, damn am I forgetting or did I already get even?? This question really drives me nutts.
I have done some trend analysis in the last one year or so and below are the most frequently asked questions (FAQs) to me at most weddings/birthday parties/picnics/dinners and all such places where you just have to go only because your parents want you to. There is no exact right answers to these questions coz:
-people dont want to hear the right answers
-or the questions r just too silly to be
-and mostly the qustioneer is undeserving of gettign any answer coz they r not tht close/important.
but i do try not to speak my mind and be politically correct and be as less offensive/defensive as possible. In reality nothing you say makes any difference coz they r going to interpret in the way they want to..
1. What your salary?
My reaction: enough to pay the bills -Alhamdulillah
*thinking: I neither pay my bills nor yours, so how does that matter to you??
2. Do u like kids?
My Reaction: They r cute.
My Actual Answer: not all.
3. Is that an original?
My Reaction: No
The Real Answer: Yes
4. How much did that cost you?
My answer: I don’t Know, I got it as a gift.
*thinking: Do u ask because it looks cheap or expensive??
5. Is that make up?
Answer: What do u think?
Real Answer should be: I was a born beauty. (This question should be listed as bad manners, of the same degree as asking a lady her age.)
6. When r u getting married?
My answer: December
Real Answer: I really really don’t know (how hard is it to believe that??).
7. Do u like this guy you are engaged to?
My Reaction: * smile and silence....(always do that to annoy people)
*Thinking: Is this some kind of Ekta Kapoor serial where am supposed to be getting married to my worst enemy just for a revenge? Or is it some Hindi movie where am blackmailed into a forced marriage?? Oh no it was a child marriage n I dint care at that time and I cant do anything rite now. (plz sense the sarcasm)
8. What is your mother in law like?
Whatever you say to this one, in the end they just convince you that this relationship is doomed forever and after, and you are just not allowed to like her n vice versa. But beleive me she is actually nice...now what can I do about that ?
9. Why dint you call me?
My answer: Am sorry it just slipped from my mind.
Real Answer: Am ignoring you, get the hint already/ You have a phone too…don’t you??
10. Are you mad at me?
My Answer: Of course not!!!
*thinking What did he/she do, damn am I forgetting or did I already get even?? This question really drives me nutts.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I love you Kuwait, but why are you so boring??
Its yet another weekend and yet another dilemma- What do we do?? How to pass the time??
In Kuwait-It’s the time of the year when its so hot n humid that you think you are in hell before death and when its not humid its hot n windy like you are standing with the blow drier in your face, n if you are lucky it will not be that hot but that day there will be a massive sand storm. Today a sand storm is predicted by the weather lady :D
I’ve lived in Kuwait for most of my life and there is not one good thing here which has not been banned after sometime or was cancelled before time. It’s a great place with all the beaches, cheap gas and amazing food and even amazing shopping places.. If you have lived here and when you go to other places on short visits or vacations, you will be amazed how drastically different things are in kuwait and you will really appreciate the :
1. Nature- the flowing water, the lush green trees, monsoon, cool breeze and mountains. Coz all that you see here is some date palms n artificially grown grass…no wait, I had once heard that they do grow some cucumbers n tomatoes in a farm far far away .
2. Civilized Driving- the motorist here are more like Kamikazes (google it) on a mission. Here the, Highways (they’ve named it “Ring Roads” for some reason) are meant for car racing, bumper cars is not confined to the amusement parks, and round abouts are a place to look at other people in their cars with all the dighust your body can generate or you can race and over take his car to the next signal instead-thts being nice. I know my dad loves me a lot, when he just wont get me a driver’s license.
3. Good Customer Service- I cud almost kiss the feet of that man who did not charge me for an extra ketchup at a McDonalds in Dubai. Here its more like take it or leave it. I like to be treated with some politeness before I decide to pay for it. And am so glad that my philipino friends are really trying hard to hold the whole show on their own.
4. Decent Dating ways: Normally Stalking a girl all around the mall till a point where she is scared enough to give you her phone number is no way of asking her out. Or you talk to her dad when he talks to yours at the police station (maqfar). Also, standing outside whereva she goes without doing anything but staring at her will not impress her n only freak her out.
5. Non-Violent National Day Celebrations: Usually there is a parade or concerts in other countries, but in Kuwait they celebrate it by going out on the gulf road blocking the traffic and spraying foam onto other cars, n they do the same to u in revenge followed by honking. Yay!! – I used to like all this at a point in life, but alas!!
6. Anti-Smoking Rules- There r ristrictions and laws against anything remotely notorious dangerous or fun but if you are under 18 and you want to smoke your life away theres no one who can stop you from getting that damned pack of marlboro in Kuwait.
But I love Kuwait!! You just cannot get pufak, Sunkist n fatayer like here anywhere. N I love the fact that all the international brands are available here, in food, clothes shoes. N everything is so HALAAL!! There is no pollution here. I don’t have to worry about my electricity n water bills so much. Land line costs are almost nothing. And, No Taxation on my income (Eat your heart out, you other NRI’s)- yet am bored.
In Kuwait-It’s the time of the year when its so hot n humid that you think you are in hell before death and when its not humid its hot n windy like you are standing with the blow drier in your face, n if you are lucky it will not be that hot but that day there will be a massive sand storm. Today a sand storm is predicted by the weather lady :D
I’ve lived in Kuwait for most of my life and there is not one good thing here which has not been banned after sometime or was cancelled before time. It’s a great place with all the beaches, cheap gas and amazing food and even amazing shopping places.. If you have lived here and when you go to other places on short visits or vacations, you will be amazed how drastically different things are in kuwait and you will really appreciate the :
1. Nature- the flowing water, the lush green trees, monsoon, cool breeze and mountains. Coz all that you see here is some date palms n artificially grown grass…no wait, I had once heard that they do grow some cucumbers n tomatoes in a farm far far away .
2. Civilized Driving- the motorist here are more like Kamikazes (google it) on a mission. Here the, Highways (they’ve named it “Ring Roads” for some reason) are meant for car racing, bumper cars is not confined to the amusement parks, and round abouts are a place to look at other people in their cars with all the dighust your body can generate or you can race and over take his car to the next signal instead-thts being nice. I know my dad loves me a lot, when he just wont get me a driver’s license.
3. Good Customer Service- I cud almost kiss the feet of that man who did not charge me for an extra ketchup at a McDonalds in Dubai. Here its more like take it or leave it. I like to be treated with some politeness before I decide to pay for it. And am so glad that my philipino friends are really trying hard to hold the whole show on their own.
4. Decent Dating ways: Normally Stalking a girl all around the mall till a point where she is scared enough to give you her phone number is no way of asking her out. Or you talk to her dad when he talks to yours at the police station (maqfar). Also, standing outside whereva she goes without doing anything but staring at her will not impress her n only freak her out.
5. Non-Violent National Day Celebrations: Usually there is a parade or concerts in other countries, but in Kuwait they celebrate it by going out on the gulf road blocking the traffic and spraying foam onto other cars, n they do the same to u in revenge followed by honking. Yay!! – I used to like all this at a point in life, but alas!!
6. Anti-Smoking Rules- There r ristrictions and laws against anything remotely notorious dangerous or fun but if you are under 18 and you want to smoke your life away theres no one who can stop you from getting that damned pack of marlboro in Kuwait.
But I love Kuwait!! You just cannot get pufak, Sunkist n fatayer like here anywhere. N I love the fact that all the international brands are available here, in food, clothes shoes. N everything is so HALAAL!! There is no pollution here. I don’t have to worry about my electricity n water bills so much. Land line costs are almost nothing. And, No Taxation on my income (Eat your heart out, you other NRI’s)- yet am bored.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
As I get older...
I just turned 24 last month. And I am trying to get used to the fact that, I am old now and in an years time I will no longer be “in my early 20’s” !! Oh God!!!! I could have cried while cutting the cake, but had to smile for the sake of cameras on me, there was just one camera….but I imagined a paparazzi in my head.
And I realized, as I get older:
I think a lot more
I react a lot less
I listen more
I advice less
I shop for others
I save for me
I hate drama
I believe in karma
I am more tolerant towards lil kids
I am more annoyed by teenage girls
I am less scared of older people
I am more scared of younger guys
I miss having nothing to do
I love having nowhere to go
Planning scares me
Future deludes me
Most things don’t matter anymore
More things are for me to ignore
Lesser I think more happier I get
Lesser I try more easier it gets
I cant stay mad for too long
I don't have to say “sorry” too soon
I prefer cooking over partying
I’d rather hike than go driving
And
There is so much more to learn
There is even more to unlearn
And I realized, as I get older:
I think a lot more
I react a lot less
I listen more
I advice less
I shop for others
I save for me
I hate drama
I believe in karma
I am more tolerant towards lil kids
I am more annoyed by teenage girls
I am less scared of older people
I am more scared of younger guys
I miss having nothing to do
I love having nowhere to go
Planning scares me
Future deludes me
Most things don’t matter anymore
More things are for me to ignore
Lesser I think more happier I get
Lesser I try more easier it gets
I cant stay mad for too long
I don't have to say “sorry” too soon
I prefer cooking over partying
I’d rather hike than go driving
And
There is so much more to learn
There is even more to unlearn
Sunday, June 6, 2010
when I Shudnt have lied...
When this office boy came to give me some documents at 7:15 AM and he was wearing this most dighusting/ cheap/ down market perfume ever created n sold, and
I instantly reacted almost shouting: "whats that smell?"
he took it as a compliment and replies: "0h thats my perfume"
I am thinking: get the hell out of here but I say: "oh nice which one is it?" in the most polite tone I could fake.
n He is like: " I dunno the name" and leaves smiling...and I silently Thank God.
Then he returns, with the big bottle of this perfume in his hand n insists that I try it since i loved it so much...n sprays it on my wrists (both). I wanted to slap myself hard for letting him do that to me...but the nausea would only increase that way.... n its 2:00 PM now n I still cant get rid of the smell n the headache inspite of washing my hands almost 10 times. n I so feel liek puking rite now.. i swear to God am not exaggerating.
n am wondering, is this some kind of revenge of the office boy?? or is it Gods classic punishment for lieing?? or is there no point in being nice to others ... n just be the hurtful mean bitch, i bet she neva suffered so much!!
I instantly reacted almost shouting: "whats that smell?"
he took it as a compliment and replies: "0h thats my perfume"
I am thinking: get the hell out of here but I say: "oh nice which one is it?" in the most polite tone I could fake.
n He is like: " I dunno the name" and leaves smiling...and I silently Thank God.
Then he returns, with the big bottle of this perfume in his hand n insists that I try it since i loved it so much...n sprays it on my wrists (both). I wanted to slap myself hard for letting him do that to me...but the nausea would only increase that way.... n its 2:00 PM now n I still cant get rid of the smell n the headache inspite of washing my hands almost 10 times. n I so feel liek puking rite now.. i swear to God am not exaggerating.
n am wondering, is this some kind of revenge of the office boy?? or is it Gods classic punishment for lieing?? or is there no point in being nice to others ... n just be the hurtful mean bitch, i bet she neva suffered so much!!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
I constantly amaze myself with me
Out of extreme boredom, I took this Personality test on Facebook few months ago . And only today I read the results. So, I sat pscychoanalyzing myself by cross checking the psychology personality test resuts and wondered : Am I not just too good to be true!??
Dear Mehjabeen Moiz, below are your PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY test result:
Mysterious... oftentimes, a loner. You know your true friends and only them are allowed to understand the real you.
True dat!! Oftentimes I am a mystery to myself. But Am not a loner for sho!! I may not go out there n mingle instantly with anyone or everyone am introduced to, but I like the whole idea of knowing new people. True Friends...!! tht bit is true!! I like to call them "my Handbags" always there, very useful/resourceful and something I cant do without. And as all the contents of a ladies' handbag should be kept "private n confidential" at all times, my few but cherished friends always serve that purpose. So yeah only they know the real contents or the "real me".
You hide your emotions... Sometimes pretending to be always happy. Sometimes, not giving even a hint of what you really feel.
Its easier much to smile and let go than to sit there n brood over it. coz if someone can hurt or upset u, its definitely someone very close to you and if he/she is so close, then you obviously care inuff to not hurt them back or go through all tht silent treatment routine (thts y i hate the daily soaps). Anf if someone mocks at you or pisses you off its totally your own fault that you allow them to treat you that way. But if people who you dont care for or dont even matter bother you, SNAP right there!! (I preach a lot)Sometimes...Its hard for me to express how I feel ...may be its the ego or the fear of being judged...who knows??
You search for love... you’re a hopeless romantic and every time you enter a relationship, you give your all and believe “this is the One.”
{BREAKING NEWS: to whoeva tht reads this blog, I am engaged now!!! YAY!! its been almost 6 months!!!} n hell yeah it was a great n intense search (or call it a hunt) for my future hubby by my relatives/family friends/strangers/aunties/ strange aunties etc. where they find u a suitable, well set eligible bachelor from the same country--->state--->region--->religeon--->caste etc. also looking out for an arranged marriage and ..you are made to talk n talk n answer questions like- wht r ur hobbies?? (I want to say-rejecting guys but I'd say cooking n stiching!!!)..... well oh well it was like a prolonged 3rd degree torture on me but i miss those days sometimes (or do I??) ..then it finally "clicked" with "someone", (more actually than literally, .....as we owe it all to MSN messenger-the classic -when zoie86 met devilik angel).
About romance...cant really say, but yeah I 'd like it when some thaught or planning is put into a date or when nice n sweets things are said n done atleast once in a while .....is it asking for too much?? (Get a hint YOU insensitive-slash-unromantic tall man!!!)
You appreciate simple things in life... You hate complicating things that’s why you’re typically up-front in any aspect.
Dr. Phil knows me so well....Its either good, bad or ugly theres no mid way, I cant pretend...I cant be diplomatic n I just cant plastic smile n fake laugh (though I secretly wish I could).
You’re an ideal girlfriend... You don’t care if your partner doesn’t really love you as long as you love him. You give your all...
Ideal?? give my all ??? - that will take some time to be verified .*so overwhelmed..
You’re undoubtedly good-natured! Most of the time, people are confident to approach you because they know you will consider them.
Sometimes, I wish they dint come upto me. I wish they dint tell me all their secrets and I really wish they dint tell me their troubles...Its a highly depressing place to be at when, all you can do is listen to the tall tales n say it will be "all allright" (yeah rite!!).
Dear Mehjabeen Moiz, below are your PSYCHOLOGY PERSONALITY test result:
Mysterious... oftentimes, a loner. You know your true friends and only them are allowed to understand the real you.
True dat!! Oftentimes I am a mystery to myself. But Am not a loner for sho!! I may not go out there n mingle instantly with anyone or everyone am introduced to, but I like the whole idea of knowing new people. True Friends...!! tht bit is true!! I like to call them "my Handbags" always there, very useful/resourceful and something I cant do without. And as all the contents of a ladies' handbag should be kept "private n confidential" at all times, my few but cherished friends always serve that purpose. So yeah only they know the real contents or the "real me".
You hide your emotions... Sometimes pretending to be always happy. Sometimes, not giving even a hint of what you really feel.
Its easier much to smile and let go than to sit there n brood over it. coz if someone can hurt or upset u, its definitely someone very close to you and if he/she is so close, then you obviously care inuff to not hurt them back or go through all tht silent treatment routine (thts y i hate the daily soaps). Anf if someone mocks at you or pisses you off its totally your own fault that you allow them to treat you that way. But if people who you dont care for or dont even matter bother you, SNAP right there!! (I preach a lot)Sometimes...Its hard for me to express how I feel ...may be its the ego or the fear of being judged...who knows??
You search for love... you’re a hopeless romantic and every time you enter a relationship, you give your all and believe “this is the One.”
{BREAKING NEWS: to whoeva tht reads this blog, I am engaged now!!! YAY!! its been almost 6 months!!!} n hell yeah it was a great n intense search (or call it a hunt) for my future hubby by my relatives/family friends/strangers/aunties/ strange aunties etc. where they find u a suitable, well set eligible bachelor from the same country--->state--->region--->religeon--->caste etc. also looking out for an arranged marriage and ..you are made to talk n talk n answer questions like- wht r ur hobbies?? (I want to say-rejecting guys but I'd say cooking n stiching!!!)..... well oh well it was like a prolonged 3rd degree torture on me but i miss those days sometimes (or do I??) ..then it finally "clicked" with "someone", (more actually than literally, .....as we owe it all to MSN messenger-the classic -when zoie86 met devilik angel).
About romance...cant really say, but yeah I 'd like it when some thaught or planning is put into a date or when nice n sweets things are said n done atleast once in a while .....is it asking for too much?? (Get a hint YOU insensitive-slash-unromantic tall man!!!)
You appreciate simple things in life... You hate complicating things that’s why you’re typically up-front in any aspect.
Dr. Phil knows me so well....Its either good, bad or ugly theres no mid way, I cant pretend...I cant be diplomatic n I just cant plastic smile n fake laugh (though I secretly wish I could).
You’re an ideal girlfriend... You don’t care if your partner doesn’t really love you as long as you love him. You give your all...
Ideal?? give my all ??? - that will take some time to be verified .*so overwhelmed..
You’re undoubtedly good-natured! Most of the time, people are confident to approach you because they know you will consider them.
Sometimes, I wish they dint come upto me. I wish they dint tell me all their secrets and I really wish they dint tell me their troubles...Its a highly depressing place to be at when, all you can do is listen to the tall tales n say it will be "all allright" (yeah rite!!).
You’re independent! You’re also risky just like the bajaken who sail in the vast and dangerous ocean to look for treasures!
Even though am a lousy lousy swimmer, I'd jump in the ocean but with a life jacket.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Lets just simplify..
I've noticed one thing lately, only when you have that real peace of mind....absolute serenity with no complaints what so ever...only then you can actually appreciate the simple things in life. Only then you really appreciate the people and the places that were always there but u neva took notice of ....n always took them for granted. n only then the phrases like " Everything happens for a good reason" and "Theres light at the end of the tunnel" etc. actually make sense :S. Even Gandhi makes sense to me now.
These are the things that crossed my mind when i was on the tread mill....treading but not reaching anywhere, what a great concept!!!{ if u were walking in the park....u wud have had to nod n smile at random strangers crossing u, get scared of dogs who r not even interested in biting u, get freaked by kids on their bicycles, look at tired old ppl n get sad etc etc...(do i sound like an anti-social element or a middle aged house-wife??)} Then n there I made a mental list of everything that i absolutely love around me.......
The kids in my building- when they say "hi ben/ hi didi" or just scream my name when they see me or just shy away with tht "gee gee" smile....however loud, noisy n irritating they are...but i just adore them!! However screwed up ur day may be when u see someone so happy to see u without any hidden agendas ... (well i do ocassionally do treat them with cheese curls and teach them new games) u cant help but falling in love with them. n i truely respect them for leaving the cartoons/playstations and coming out and running around n riding bikes in this era.
The Marina Mall- almost like my second home, 15 mnts walk from my home....another 5 mnts walk and its like a shortcut to the marina beach and another 5 mnts walk (considering tht I walk faster than most ppl i no...for reasons unknown) and a great park full of bizzarely dressed young crowd of any possible nationality....on the way my favourite stores, the fountain, sheesha, my favourite icecream, games world, TGIF etc.... May be i have grown to love this place coz of its close proximity and that I dont have a car and me n my frnds are shit scared of taxi drivers. But even when i do go to other malls tht are bigger n better....I miss Marina.
I love the food my mom makes especially -the green gosht, haleem,pulav and daal gosht. Anyone can make these things and may be even better....but wen my mom cooks, u can be 110 % sho tht its made under top most hygenic conditions, with fresh ingredients, and cooked and served in world class utensils... i just admire her for tht!!! she does not try much new stuff and she doesnt mind eating outside more than twice in a week... but when she means to cook its serious business!!
Then, I absolutely love early mornings....(thts like 4:00 AM)..theres so much u can do without getting disturbed....u can have some alone time....u can do some thinking...exercising...praying without haste (beleive me....it has a different charm to it). n on certain ocassions I try my eye make up on ...use the blow drier/hair straightner like I mean it...or look at the untouched but precious occupants of my wardrobe left out coz of iroing issues.....its the purrfect way to start the day...i say!!
Call me self-obsessed but i just love my feet.....they are small n tiny (size 5.5) n the best thing is I always get my shoes on sale. coz nobody really needs tht freaking shoe size but yet the manufacturers make them for someone like me....so it just lies there for a long time (waiting for me) when the other sizes in the same model have been out of stock long ago . so they put it on sale to get over with it quickly. n even better i have options in the kids section too (they have cute n comfy stuff.okay!!)
Next... I love to vacation in my hometown Banswara...its a different experience each time (minus the people)....and we usually go just b4 the monsoon (June-July) so we get the mangoes and after tht the rains. Great weather and a couple of crazy cousins who say yes to any bizzarre plan tht i make (once, we climbed a mountain for 3 hours to reach a temple which was the size of my laptop). And back there is the most cherished possession of my life.. my electric bike (am very materialistic), its so cool it doesnt go tht fast and it doesnt require petrol/diesel .wow.I just love my dad for getting me tht.
Lifes very complicated and so are the people in it .... so lets just simplify n appreciate the lil things / sweet moments.... rather than chasing something or the other, all the time n not even getting any happiness out of it. ....Inuff said i need to go shoe shopping!!
These are the things that crossed my mind when i was on the tread mill....treading but not reaching anywhere, what a great concept!!!{ if u were walking in the park....u wud have had to nod n smile at random strangers crossing u, get scared of dogs who r not even interested in biting u, get freaked by kids on their bicycles, look at tired old ppl n get sad etc etc...(do i sound like an anti-social element or a middle aged house-wife??)} Then n there I made a mental list of everything that i absolutely love around me.......
The kids in my building- when they say "hi ben/ hi didi" or just scream my name when they see me or just shy away with tht "gee gee" smile....however loud, noisy n irritating they are...but i just adore them!! However screwed up ur day may be when u see someone so happy to see u without any hidden agendas ... (well i do ocassionally do treat them with cheese curls and teach them new games) u cant help but falling in love with them. n i truely respect them for leaving the cartoons/playstations and coming out and running around n riding bikes in this era.
The Marina Mall- almost like my second home, 15 mnts walk from my home....another 5 mnts walk and its like a shortcut to the marina beach and another 5 mnts walk (considering tht I walk faster than most ppl i no...for reasons unknown) and a great park full of bizzarely dressed young crowd of any possible nationality....on the way my favourite stores, the fountain, sheesha, my favourite icecream, games world, TGIF etc.... May be i have grown to love this place coz of its close proximity and that I dont have a car and me n my frnds are shit scared of taxi drivers. But even when i do go to other malls tht are bigger n better....I miss Marina.
I love the food my mom makes especially -the green gosht, haleem,pulav and daal gosht. Anyone can make these things and may be even better....but wen my mom cooks, u can be 110 % sho tht its made under top most hygenic conditions, with fresh ingredients, and cooked and served in world class utensils... i just admire her for tht!!! she does not try much new stuff and she doesnt mind eating outside more than twice in a week... but when she means to cook its serious business!!
Then, I absolutely love early mornings....(thts like 4:00 AM)..theres so much u can do without getting disturbed....u can have some alone time....u can do some thinking...exercising...praying without haste (beleive me....it has a different charm to it). n on certain ocassions I try my eye make up on ...use the blow drier/hair straightner like I mean it...or look at the untouched but precious occupants of my wardrobe left out coz of iroing issues.....its the purrfect way to start the day...i say!!
Call me self-obsessed but i just love my feet.....they are small n tiny (size 5.5) n the best thing is I always get my shoes on sale. coz nobody really needs tht freaking shoe size but yet the manufacturers make them for someone like me....so it just lies there for a long time (waiting for me) when the other sizes in the same model have been out of stock long ago . so they put it on sale to get over with it quickly. n even better i have options in the kids section too (they have cute n comfy stuff.okay!!)
Next... I love to vacation in my hometown Banswara...its a different experience each time (minus the people)....and we usually go just b4 the monsoon (June-July) so we get the mangoes and after tht the rains. Great weather and a couple of crazy cousins who say yes to any bizzarre plan tht i make (once, we climbed a mountain for 3 hours to reach a temple which was the size of my laptop). And back there is the most cherished possession of my life.. my electric bike (am very materialistic), its so cool it doesnt go tht fast and it doesnt require petrol/diesel .wow.I just love my dad for getting me tht.
Lifes very complicated and so are the people in it .... so lets just simplify n appreciate the lil things / sweet moments.... rather than chasing something or the other, all the time n not even getting any happiness out of it. ....Inuff said i need to go shoe shopping!!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
...When I cook....
To polish my homemaker/future housewife skills, on weekends I get inspired to cook. Sometime a new recipe and mostly the "tried n tested-sure shot" ones. And believe me, I have learnt a lot about cooking which you will not find in the regular cook books.
For example: Cooking requires a lot of multi tasking. Picture this: you are chopping tomatoes (which to me is much harder compared to chopping onions) as well as counting the whistles that go off in the pressure cooker and simultaneously the chicken is defrosting in the microwave, and the oil is left to heat in the pan. And singing along with Keisha on tik tok!! By the end of it, I feel no less than power puff girls (all 3 of em).
Secondly, we are Indians so don’t blame us if we smell like curry all the time. The amount of ingredients that go into making the most simplest of Indian dishes can easily out number the most exquisite western cuisine. We have spices for different flavors, aroma , colors, and each one is cooked differently some just sprinkled or for garnishing. And we love to tell our neighbors what is cooking just by the smell of it. Hate us! Coz we eat real food and not just a potato that is boiled n smashed for dinner.
Next…Making a round roti is the biggest challenge. You have to make sure the shape is right, with consistent thickness all around, its properly cooked all around, is soft, and is buttered properly and 100 other things to be taken care of. I can make Biryani, Pau Bhaji or bake a cake (it was hard n chewey …but still!!) but roti I’ve not conquered yet. I think am gonna order a “roti maker” from the Tele Shopping Network very soon if not sooner.
And always make sure the food does not stick to the bottom of the vessel by constantly moving and turning it and not smashing it (it’s a technique one needs to master) if you don’t have a maid to scrub it for you. Also, there is no need for a seprate bowl/cup/plate/spoon for each ingredient just put em all in the pot/pan as and when required. Requires a lot of efficiency but saves a lot of efforts.
The most important lesson out of all is that there is always an easy and instant way to make anything you want to, provided you have the creativity and the will to try (I feel like a professional already :D)
For example: Cooking requires a lot of multi tasking. Picture this: you are chopping tomatoes (which to me is much harder compared to chopping onions) as well as counting the whistles that go off in the pressure cooker and simultaneously the chicken is defrosting in the microwave, and the oil is left to heat in the pan. And singing along with Keisha on tik tok!! By the end of it, I feel no less than power puff girls (all 3 of em).
Secondly, we are Indians so don’t blame us if we smell like curry all the time. The amount of ingredients that go into making the most simplest of Indian dishes can easily out number the most exquisite western cuisine. We have spices for different flavors, aroma , colors, and each one is cooked differently some just sprinkled or for garnishing. And we love to tell our neighbors what is cooking just by the smell of it. Hate us! Coz we eat real food and not just a potato that is boiled n smashed for dinner.
Next…Making a round roti is the biggest challenge. You have to make sure the shape is right, with consistent thickness all around, its properly cooked all around, is soft, and is buttered properly and 100 other things to be taken care of. I can make Biryani, Pau Bhaji or bake a cake (it was hard n chewey …but still!!) but roti I’ve not conquered yet. I think am gonna order a “roti maker” from the Tele Shopping Network very soon if not sooner.
And always make sure the food does not stick to the bottom of the vessel by constantly moving and turning it and not smashing it (it’s a technique one needs to master) if you don’t have a maid to scrub it for you. Also, there is no need for a seprate bowl/cup/plate/spoon for each ingredient just put em all in the pot/pan as and when required. Requires a lot of efficiency but saves a lot of efforts.
The most important lesson out of all is that there is always an easy and instant way to make anything you want to, provided you have the creativity and the will to try (I feel like a professional already :D)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Exaplanation... I demand one!!
I don’t know if it’s Gods secret way of punishing me or if it happens with everyone. But there are certain unpleasant things that always n invariably happen with me. Come what may!!!. I try to reason out why n how n why me n how come always me. But I fail.Like every time am in the elevator, n as u know there is always a huge mirror facing you when you enter. so, whenever am alone I take this opportunity to stare into it (I like to believe that am very pretty) n break into a song praising my beauty (your beautiful (2)...that’s true!!) ....just then the lift stops.... n a neighbor or a coworker has to enter....probably thinking "what is wrong with this woman?" why does this always happen with me?? Why can't I have some alone time with myself in the lift?? Why don’t they stop sticking a large mirror in the lift....if they know people won’t have enough privacy to look into it?? Why can’t I sing to myself in the washroom where I can bring out my inner self praising monster without people noticing it??
Next, dilemma of my life- I always end up buying two or more of the same stuff. I have two similar phones one is old n bruised the other I never use. I have innumerable peep toe sandals in every possible color. I have 5 grey shirts n 3 black shirts (talk about depression @ work!!) I have loads of huge big bags like am some gypsy on the run (that reminds me of my 3 gypsy skirts that I never wore).The list is really long. It’s not like I don’t want to try new stuff, it’s just that for some reason I always end up buying the same thing again. Is it some kind of corporate propaganda?? Or do I get sudden memory loss when I enter the mall??
@Work: Whenever a senior colleague comes to my desk am always on facebook or youtube or googling some nonsense (in short, being unproductive) they just give me the intense look and walk away. Believe me otherwise am always busy except for the days when my boss is absent or when I choose to ignore the work. There are 99% chances that someone just drops in now while am blogging . What does one have to do to get some private/creative space out here?? Why cant they just drop in when am busy and multi-tasking like a maniac?? Lifes so unfair!!
Moving on to my cooking skills, I just love cooking. (Sanjeev Kapoor is my idol.) The first time I try something new it always turns out amazing (or that’s what my dad says). But the second time around its just plain terrible, inedible by even cats. Even if I follow the same recipe, same ingredients, same kitchen n same utensils etc… Does the universal learning curve not apply to me?? Or am I just jinxed at cooking?? I just fail to understand why.
I wish, a point comes in my life where I learn to get used to such repetitive mishaps, or may be this wicked world will cut me some slack (I am so dramatic!!)
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Adrian Tan's Speech at NTU Convocation 2008
Just read something so sensible after sucha long time.....(Thanks to Zahra B for forwarding it to me)
Happy Reading!!
Life and How to Survive it (By Adrian Tan) I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument.
Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.
The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.
You've probably been told the big lie that 'Learning is a lifelong process' and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.
The good news is that they're wrong.
The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.
I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.
You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra andJapan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: ourfootball teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup.Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.
Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.
So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper. Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation.They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.
I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy. After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.
Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.
That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste. If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.
What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.
Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.
What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.
Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free. The most important is this: do not work.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable. Work kills. The Japanese have a term 'Karoshi', which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's nothing left.
A rock has been ground into sand and dust.
There's a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are 'making a living'. No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.
People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan 'Arbeit macht frei' was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.
Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.
Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.
I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction - probably a sports journalist.
So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.
Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession.Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working.
Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.
In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror. I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.
It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in onefamous instance, nailed to a cross.
One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's ownconvictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role.
There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign thatyou are doing something wrong.
The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.
I didn't say 'be loved'. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone. Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation.
That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find areason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work - the only kindof work that I find palatable.
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.
Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart. You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.__._,_.___
Happy Reading!!
Life and How to Survive it (By Adrian Tan) I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.
My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.
On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.
Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.
And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument.
Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.
The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.
You've probably been told the big lie that 'Learning is a lifelong process' and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.
The good news is that they're wrong.
The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.
I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.
You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra andJapan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: ourfootball teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup.Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.
Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.
So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper. Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation.They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.
I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy. After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.
Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.
That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste. If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.
What you should prepare for is mess. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.
Don't expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.
What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.
Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free. The most important is this: do not work.
Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable. Work kills. The Japanese have a term 'Karoshi', which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's nothing left.
A rock has been ground into sand and dust.
There's a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are 'making a living'. No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.
People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan 'Arbeit macht frei' was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.
Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.
Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.
I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction - probably a sports journalist.
So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.
Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession.Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don't, you are working.
Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.
In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror. I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.
It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in onefamous instance, nailed to a cross.
One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's ownconvictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role.
There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign thatyou are doing something wrong.
The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.
I didn't say 'be loved'. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone. Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation.
That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find areason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work - the only kindof work that I find palatable.
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.
Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.
You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart. You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.
Don't work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.
You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.__._,_.___
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Nobody laughed
No doubts, We all hate early morning meetings. My working day begins at 7 and by 8 everyones running from one conference room to another. And today was no different. We were all gathered up for a meeting waiting for her highness (my boss) everyone had a face that said "kill me god, kill me now!!!" and suddenly I get a msg. from her that she is going to be late by fifteen minutes, unable to controll my happiness I announce it out loud almost screaming: "mtngs postponed by 15 mnts... she is stuck in traffic!!!" >noone responds.
One of the consultants goes : "ok escuse me ill be back from the wash room in the meanwhile" n i just had to say: "oh well thats great time management skills">everones staring at me and am laughing at my own joke again.
Lesson of the day:I should really learn to shutup and controll my reactions at times.
my excuse is its weekend and i am too happy to be.
One of the consultants goes : "ok escuse me ill be back from the wash room in the meanwhile" n i just had to say: "oh well thats great time management skills">everones staring at me and am laughing at my own joke again.
Lesson of the day:I should really learn to shutup and controll my reactions at times.
my excuse is its weekend and i am too happy to be.
Being Polite
I never understood what is being polite in the Indian context in the 23 years of my life brought up as a desi kid in Kuwait. I am really confused, because what I think is pushy or clingy is considered as being nice and polite. May be I am not kind enough or may be I just don’t care enough but believe me once I understand the difference ill try.
We have guest coming in to our house without any prior notifications at odd hours of the day, even in hotels u need prior reservations but to my house ppl just drop by. The nicest of guests call from the parking lot under the building. I just cant thank them enough for giving me the time to change from my hello kitty night suit. So they manage to enter your house, you smile say your salaams *wonder y they came * wonder when they ill go *wonder y they dint call b4 coming etc etc but don’t say it out loud its ---->>bad manners<<---- !!!
And my mom’s rule: no one leaves the house without eating if its lunch or dinner time, tea will be served at any given time with all sorts of side items. And if the guest dares to say no he/she / the group will be pinned down n emotionally black mailed to have more n more. I fail to see why, Really!!!
I ask my mom why don’t u just not bother its not like we invited them. She obviously thinks am a social stigma.
Once an “aunty” came (uninvited of course) announced that she is too tired out of visiting so many people on Eid and would like to take a nap at our house. She goes into my sisters’ room asks her to vacate it switches the room heater on..lights off...pulls the blanket to her head n wakes up after three hours. Outrageous of course more coz me n my sister had to engage in a forced conversation with her kids while burying our plans of a beachside barbeque.
Sometimes I wonder are we just too good or do we know only bizarre people??
I am not a hater or a loner who doesn’t like to socialize. I can prove to be an amazing host if I have invited you over, ill make sure your plate is never empty and you eat as much as your appetite allows and have the best time. But just don t expect me to “be polite” in the way of forcing u to have more…or allowing you to watch your favorite news channel for hours or by not stopping your kids from wiping their noses on the curtains. Period.
We have guest coming in to our house without any prior notifications at odd hours of the day, even in hotels u need prior reservations but to my house ppl just drop by. The nicest of guests call from the parking lot under the building. I just cant thank them enough for giving me the time to change from my hello kitty night suit. So they manage to enter your house, you smile say your salaams *wonder y they came * wonder when they ill go *wonder y they dint call b4 coming etc etc but don’t say it out loud its ---->>bad manners<<---- !!!
And my mom’s rule: no one leaves the house without eating if its lunch or dinner time, tea will be served at any given time with all sorts of side items. And if the guest dares to say no he/she / the group will be pinned down n emotionally black mailed to have more n more. I fail to see why, Really!!!
I ask my mom why don’t u just not bother its not like we invited them. She obviously thinks am a social stigma.
Once an “aunty” came (uninvited of course) announced that she is too tired out of visiting so many people on Eid and would like to take a nap at our house. She goes into my sisters’ room asks her to vacate it switches the room heater on..lights off...pulls the blanket to her head n wakes up after three hours. Outrageous of course more coz me n my sister had to engage in a forced conversation with her kids while burying our plans of a beachside barbeque.
Sometimes I wonder are we just too good or do we know only bizarre people??
I am not a hater or a loner who doesn’t like to socialize. I can prove to be an amazing host if I have invited you over, ill make sure your plate is never empty and you eat as much as your appetite allows and have the best time. But just don t expect me to “be polite” in the way of forcing u to have more…or allowing you to watch your favorite news channel for hours or by not stopping your kids from wiping their noses on the curtains. Period.
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