Let me cry please!

I am fully trapped and over burdened in these days. I could not understand to which task I should give more preference. Article on Trade Deficit of Pakistan is important and urgent according to Director as it should be published on website until 1st November. The Open Day Program needs my complete attention and focuss and emergent preference according to the Chairperson (bad demag aurat). Analysis of Investment Policy of Pakistan is a crucial project and it's a matter of my survival in this Org according to K (She's right). GS would complain agains me to the President, if he does not get the minutes of Cottage Industry by today. J has prepared such poor poor minutes. His anrezi is damd bad even than mine. SMEDA and TDAP need their letter before their next breath.

Trapped, trapped, fully trapped :(

You know you are addicted to coffee if ...

You grind your coffee beans in your mouth.
You sleep with your eyes open.
You have to watch videos in fast-forward.
The only time you're standing still is during an earthquake.
You can take a picture of yourself from ten feet away without using the timer.
You've worn out your third pair of tennis shoes this week.
Your eyes stay open when you sneeze.
You chew on other people's fingernails.
The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse.
You're so jittery that people use your hands to blend their margaritas.
You can type sixty words per minute with your feet.
You can jump-start your car without cables.
You don't sweat, you percolate.
You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it's not plugged in.
You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them.
You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers.
People get dizzy just watching you.
Instant coffee takes too long.
You channel surf faster without a remote.
You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug.
You can outlast the Energizer bunny.
You short out motion detectors.
You don't even wait for the water to boil anymore.
Your nervous twitch registers on the Richter scale.
You help your dog chase its tail.
You soak your dentures in coffee overnight.
Your first-aid kit contains two pints of coffee with an I.V. hookup.
You ski uphill.
You get a speeding ticket even when you're parked.
You answer the door before people knock.
You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse.

Guess-My-Age Game

(Scene: House is looking neat and clean. All dressed up. Tea is being served with other accessories. I am in my pink dress with dupata on my head. Three ladies are searching some thing on my face. Yes it's my postmortem).

Lady with kid: What is your name?

I told her.

Lady without kid: When did you complete your M.A.?

Oho she's is going to guess my age. I am not at all conscious about my age. But I always enjoy this Guess-My-Age Game. So I was on my marks.

Me: two or three years before (em' clever naa)
Lady without kid (to mom): How many kids do you have auntie? And what's their age difference?

(Mom replied breifly)

Lady without kid: And this kid? (she pointed towards Hassaan who was hiding behind me)
Mom: He is my elder's daughter's son. She has a daughter too.
Lady without kid: How old the daughter is?

(Mom gave me a guessing look...)

Me: She is 4 years elder than he.
Lady without kid: Fine fine.

(It seems she could not reach to the conclusion).

Lady without kid (to me): So you stay at home all the time after your Masters?
Me: No, I am doing a job.

(I complaint mom in eyes why she didn't tell them).

Lady with kid: Job? (shockingly) where?

I told her.

Lady without kid: where is your office? And what you do there?

I told her address and nature of my work which I am sure flied over her head. But I wanted to say that I am peon there. But I am scared of mom.

Lady without kid: What is your date of birth? (Guess-my-age Game is still going on :) )

Me: 9th July (hahaha she was expert enough to hide her irritation).
Lady without kid: wow you are cancerian too. My elder bhabhi is also cancerian. She (pointed to the lady with kid) and me were also born in July.

I should do some bhangra on this great news.

Lady without kid: What is your year of birth. (she's lost and I won the Guess-My-Age Game)
Me: 82
Lady without kid: Mine is 83. (she told passionately)

I smiled. She didn't notice that it was a dirty smile :)

Lady without kid: I am going to celebrate my 7th wedding aniversary. (replied with same passion)

Bhangraaaa.........but managed with smile.

Task is over.

Lady without kid:we should move now.

And they left. Have I mentioned before that I got really irritant with the extra ordinary beauty of Lady without kid. Her bhabhi was also very pretty. Another important point, their mother did not ask a single question. She did not participate in discussion in my presence. I have to buried my wish to hear her voice.

On that day I was little bit irritated but next day granny and I enjoyed this postmortem alot. Granny told me that some people like these came to see her aunt once. The sister of the boy was same like her. When abba gee asked auntie about her consent, she replied: "baqi tu sab teek hai par woh behan bari kalakaar thi". hahahaha I chose the name 'Kalakaar' for the Lady without kid.

Note: I might delete this post in future. ;p