Teary!!

I ve been wearing this jeans since long which I bought from DC but I dont know how I couldn't notice this before:

Made in Pakistan

For good 30 minutes, I sat on the bed with this jeans in my hands and literally cried. Pakistan, my country, my love, what are these crazy nuts doing with it? I am so frustrated.....I need to come back really soon with a potion in my hand :-X

Snow, coffee and finals......an awful combination, I must say!!!

Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Christmas and New Year Celebrations

These are the three big events in US. Thanksgiving and Black Friday have just been passed and celebrations for Christmas and New Year have just been started. I were and I am so excited for all these and trying to enjoy the each bit of it, though busy.

We were invited for the thanksgiving dinner by one of our friends' family. It was all fun. The family was originally Canada, so gotta chance to meet a Canadian family also. Although they used to celebrate their thanksgiving on different date according to their tradition but they arranged that dinner for us.

My friend is married and have two boys. One is four and the other one is 2. Both are literally cute and extremely naughty, but very mannered and friendly. My two other friends were also invited for the dinner. They made alot of food. The main dish was of course turkey which seemed good. All other dishes were full of cheese and cream. I was so hungry and those dishes were two heavy for me to eat more than three to four spoons. My friend's mother was so kind and she gave a surprise in form of presenting a desi dish of cauliflower (gobhi). It tasted very nice. At the end, yummy pumpkin pie was served.

Gobhi, Little bit oily, okay very oily, but tasted good :P

They called it Jammie's Murphy, simply the mashed potatoes with cheese and few other things. 

Fruit Salad which I made. Looks more than a fruit chaat without chaat masala :D. For the first time, I tried kiwis, yummyyyyyy :)

There was another dish of mashed turnips that I did not dare to taste. But I have realized one thing that they like most of the things in mashed form. Isn't it strange?

We talked alot, played alot with boys and took alot of pictures. My friend's husband was determined to teach me the American Football. Mind you! Soccer and American football are two different games. I learnt little bit but I remained convinced that cricket is the most interesting game than these ones. Auntie gee asked me too many questions because I were the only one among three of us who was ready to talk about Pakistani politics. So she asked me almost everything, from fall of Dhaka to Indian occupation of Kashmir, from 9/11 to war against terrorism, from our water disputes with India to border issues, from our villages to big cities, from earthquake to flood, from arranged marriages to love marriages, she brought the map and asked where my city was located. She wanted to ask more but her daughter had to interrupt us and divert our attention to the preparation of dinner. Thanks dear :)

Uncle gee was the only person who was properly dressed up. He was wearing the very formal shoes I had ever seen wearing anyone at home. At my stares (yes I become rude sometimes), he had to explained that it was his hobby to dress up all the time which he blamed to the Britain. Remember! Canada was also a British Colony? Then we laughed alot on the Britishers' hobby of colonial extension :D

Khair the day ended with the promise that we would also give them a chance to have our Pakistani food. And now that day is just near. They again invited us for Christmas dinner and wanted us to bring some Pakistani dishes. I am again excited to try their Christmas special dishes and praying that they would not be that heavy this time. We are told that boys are impatiently waiting for us with the beautiful Christmas trees they have decorated at the home.

Oh I forgot one thing, we also went for shopping at night. Come on! it was Black Friday night. Oh God it was all crazy. US has biggest sales in the year on Black Friday. Despite of coldest and chilling weather, there were hundreds of people in the malls, literally running from one to another shop to buy whatever they got. There were long queues in fronts of almost all stores. We stood for an hour in front of Coach but spent just 3 minutes when we got entered. It was so expensive even with sale. I bought few things, not much but I really enjoyed  the whole festive atmosphere. I did not see such eagerness here before.

P.S. Yes I do have finals before Christmas :(

Do carry a affidavit form about your pregnancy if you are travelling to US.

Few days back, I fell badly on ground backwards. My head, neck, backbone and feet hit the ground like hell. I don't remember what was happening around. What I remember was my terrible screams, my friends' crying, their dragging me to the door, the chilling wind, shivering and then all blackout. Then someone called my name at least ten times, shuddered me at least 20 times and threw a sharp light into my eyes with "Hey! you are in paramedics' safe hands. See in the middle of my both eyes". They were doing something with me which I don't remember now but they didn't let me sleep. I think they were trying to fix me on a board. Then I was taken to the hospital where I had to spent a night. I went through different tests, Cat scan and X rays.

I felt one thing badly. They only wanted me to remain in consciousness to answer the one most imortant question; "Are you pregnant"? They asked this question to my friends many times "Is she pregnant"? "Is there any chance that she could be pregnant"? They did not trust their answer which was negative. So they used to shudder me through the places I was badly hit and ask the same question time and again. Many times, I felt that they were more interested in my pregnancy than treating my bad injuries. "Are you not pregnant"? O man what's the big deal. I am sure there would be many ladies who die without making any kid......but why are they asking this question? At some point, I thought I might be pregnant and I might forget about it. But how is it possble? nahi nahi.....I dont drink. I dont take any other intoxication. Then how could I do such a big thing in unconsciousness? They didn't believe my friends' and my words. They woke me up the 30th time and forced me to sign a form declaring that I wasn't pregnant. Gosh!!

P.S. Living in US, everyone would doubt your virginity after seeing your age. :|

Pinky is my Hero0o0o!!!

My cutie pie munni friend Pinky has cleared the CSS exam. I am so proud of you Pinky! You are my hero and future DC also. xoxo

Pinky, the Hero!

The spell of his speech

Hey Man! you rock!

Acceptance!

I don't know how many events, family functions and other interesting occasions I would miss further. I think all. I am getting used to it now. Events come and pass and leave me with pictures only. I live on pictures. Pictures of all my loved ones are always with me. For few months,  I used to keep all pictures on my bed with the childish thought that they were with me. Then, these went to my study table and now they are lying in the drawer. I ve realized that they are only pictures, nothing more than that. I don't see them much, may be once in two weeks. I don't miss anyone much. i don't talk to them much. I have accepted that I am alone here and I will have to live like this for many years to come. Isn't acceptance a relief in itself?

Being a brat....

With extreme care and affection, I burnt my hand today. Extremely warm oil spilled over at the back of my hand leaving a mysterious scar. I am pretty sure that the mark resembles with the map of some tiny country in Africa. I am still trying to find it out. But today, I missed my mom a lot. I miss everyone terribly. If this would have happened at my home, my whole family would gather around giving me different household tootkas. My mom would first bring toothpaste. Granny would suggest icing. Papa would remain insisting on using Bernol. And after good 15 minutes, my brother would appear out of his room with a pride in his eyes like he is having Aab-e-Hayat and would hand over me a chori mori old herbal ointment explaining the benefits of it. But there was nothing today. I could not do anything for it. I didn’t have any ointment at home. I even couldn’t find the pack of my bandages. I even forgot to apply toothpaste on it. I just left it in cold water and kept remembering the comfort of my home. I am literally a spoiled, rude, irresponsible and careless child of my parents. 

I am used to my mother's voice "Eat something! you did not eat much today". And my father's loving scolds "You actually enjoy teasing us by having low BP". I literally used to enjoy it. But there is no fun here. No drama at all. There is no one to pamper you here. I do not eat until my intestines beg me to put something in them. My stomach makes the loudest noises in the class out of everyone. 

My kitchen is just three steps away. But they are three miles for me. Oh God!! to go there and make something has become the world's hardest thing, harder than running regressions, finding variances and reading stupid recommended articles. 

P.S. I found a 20` bigger tv in a running condition (not walking) in trash. Wadday log tey wadiyan wadiyan galaan :D 

Strange life is!

Sometimes you just regret meeting few people in your life. And other times you think what your life would have been if you have not met them....strange!

Eid :)

A Christian's response to the "Ten Reasons to Burn Quran" (Nauzibillah)

I came across this article of Zach and I appreciate how he has addressed each point in detail. Let's have a look:

For those of us who aren’t familiar with what has been going on in the conservative extremist arena of the bustling metropolis of Gainesville, Florida, let’s have a quick fact check. Just when you thought that Westboro Baptist Church’s “God Hates Fags” signs were the only outlet of Christianity gone amok (and they don’t count because they’re way out… there, in that part of the country, right?), the Dove World Outreach Center in Gainesville decides that it’s going to make September 11, 2010 its first annual Burn-A-Koran-athon. That’s right. This coming September 11th, the church will gather on its property and hold a Qur’an burning.

Either in the usual conservative evangelical nature, or in a bout of guilt-filled justification, the church recently published on its blog a list of the top ten resons you should burn a Qur’an (Could you make my blogging life any easier?). Let’s examine this list for a moment.

1. The Koran teaches that Jesus Christ, the Crucified, Risen Son of God, King of Kings and Lord of Lords was NOT the Son of God, nor was he crucified (a well documented historical fact that ONLY Islam denies). This teaching removes the possibility of salvation and eternal life in heaven for all Islam’s believers. They face eternal damnation in hell if they do not repent.

This is, of course, based on the fact that you believe that Jesus was the son of God. So I guess that Jews, Buddhists, Pagans, Agnostics, and Christians that might not live up to your standards probably fit into this category as well. Nothing new. Fair enough.

2. The Koran does not have an eternal origin. It is not recorded in heaven. The Almighty God, Creator of the World, is NOT it’s source. It is not holy. It’s writings are human in origin, a concoction of old and new teachings. This has been stated and restated for centuries by scholars since Islam’s beginnings, both Moslem and non-Moslem.

I can only laugh at this one. Anyone who has done any kind of research in to the origins of the Bible knows that it was written by humans, for humans, and is the epitome of ‘old and new teachings.’ I mean really, the Bible’s two testaments were written in two different languages! If that alone doesn’t clearly say “humans wrote this, at different times, for different reasons, over many years,” I don’t know what does. I have nothing against the fact that the Bible was written at the hand of man, but it sure makes it hard to call the Qur’an un-holy because of the same fact. I see a bunch of steamed-up extremist kettles calling the pot black.

3. The Koran’s teaching includes Arabian idolatry, paganism, rites and rituals. These are demonic, an ongoing satanic stronghold under which Moslems and the world suffer.

That’s right. I’d forgotten. Islam’s rituals are satanic, but yours are squeaky clean. So drinking wine and eating bread in remembrance of your Lord and dunking your worshipers in water so they may be born again in Christ are perfectly fine and acceptable, but practices like praying seven times daily to God and fasting in order to learn about patience, humility, and spirituality are satanic. Thanks for clarifying that yours is the only way, I was sorely confused.

4. The earliest writings that are known to exist about the Prophet Mohammad were recorded 120 years after his death. All of the Islamic writings (the Koran and the Hadith, the biographies, the traditions and histories) are confused, contradictory and inconsistent. Maybe Mohammad never existed. We have no conclusive account about what he said or did. Yet Moslems follow the destructive teachings of Islam without question.

The earliest of the gospels describing the life of Jesus were written in 78 C.E. (or A.D. if you’re into that kind of thing), which was 55 years after Jesus died. This means that even a witness who was ten years younger than Jesus would have been nearly seventy by the time he began writing the gospel. And because the gospels were written in Greek and not Hebrew or Aramaic, it seems unlikely that the author of the earliest gospel was an eyewitness of the happenings during even the death of Jesus. And do we really want to get into contradictions in the Bible? Let’s try a few. Don’t kill, but stoning gay people is fair game. The Lord of peace be with you, but our God is one of war. The gospel of Mark says Jesus was tempted in the wilderness, while the gospel of John says he was not, among many other contradiction in the gospels. In fact, the only gospel that mentions the divine birth by God of Jesus is Luke. Are we done talking about inconsistent, contradictory writings about our prophets, now?

5. Mohammad’s life and message cannot be respected. The first Meccan period of his leadership seems to have been religiously motivated and a search for the truth. But in the second Medina period he was “corrupted by power and worldly ambitions.” (Ibn Warraq) These are characteristics that God hates. They also led to political assassinations and massacres which continue to be carried out on a regular basis by his followers today.

The Christian church has a long-standing history of corruption. It was the primary source of power in Europe for about a millennium, and folks, it didn’t get that way by playing nice with the nobles and serfs. Televangelists today rob people blind under the guise that money can be exchanged for salvation. I know of a pastor of a modern conservative evangelical superchurch who, despite his growing congregation’s need for a new space, built himself a new multi-million-dollar home instead using funds of his church. That’s not being corrupted by the power of worldly ambitions, is it? And who are you to tell me what can and cannot be respected? That’s right, you’re divine and I’m not.

6. Islamic Law is totalitarian in nature. There is no separation of church and state. It is irrational. It is supposedly immutable and cannot be changed. It must be accepted without criticism.

It seems ironic that a pastor of a conservative evangelical church would say this when historically, conservative Christians in America seem to want the wall between church and state as thin or non-existent as possible. I love it when people call upon something only when it’s convenient for the views they’re spinning.

7. Islam is not compatible with democracy and human rights. The notion of a moral individual capable of making decisions and taking responsibility for them does not exist in Islam. The attitude towards women in Islam as inferior possessions of men has led to countless cases of mistreatment and abuse for which Moslem men receive little or no punishment, and in many cases are encouraged to commit such acts, and are even praised for them. This is a direct fruit of the teachings of the Koran.

This depends wholly on the interpretation of the text in the Qur’an, in the same way that some Christians think that women are inferior to men because of Biblical scripture. In the case of countries where laws reflect the conservative interpretations of the Qur’an and women are indeed inferior by law, the Qur’an is used as justification, but in most parts of the world such rigid interpretations are not commonplace. True, the notion of a moral individual capable of making decisions and taking responsibility for them is inconceivable in such countries, but this is not per se Islam’s fault. Look at China.

8. A Muslim does not have the right to change his religion. Apostasy is punishable by death.

A Muslim living in certain countries does not have the right to denounce his religion. A Muslim living in the United States of America does. This is not an issue inherent of Islam, but of differing political systems.

9. Deep in the Islamic teaching and culture is the irrational fear and loathing of the West.

Deep in the conservative Christian teaching and culture is the irrational fear and loathing of the East (Let’s go burn us some Korans, eh?).

10. Islam is a weapon of Arab imperialism and Islamic colonialism. Wherever Islam has or gains political power, Christians, Jews and all non-Moslems receive persecution, discrimination, are forced to convert. There are massacres and churches, synagogues, temples and other places of worship are destroyed.

Any religion can be a weapon of any government or group of people who adhere to it. Historically, wherever Christianity has gained power, Jews, Muslims, Atheists, Pagans, and followers of other native religions have been persecuted, discriminated against, and forced to convert or face expulsion from their homelands and/or death. Again, the sooty, tarnished kettles need to turn off the burner and stop whistling at the pot.

A drop in the Ocean

The biggest humanitarian disaster has broken the backbone of Pakistan which was not in a good shape before. Despaired eyes, torn clothes, bared footed, empty stomachs and dry mouths of flood affected people of Pakistan are waiting for some miracle to come over and correct everything. Who will help them actually? You? Or I?

We remain confused or want to be confused when we think of helping them. We see towards other people and call them to help out OUR people. But what are WE doing actually? I am among WE and I confess it shamefully that I am not doing what I am supposed to do.

We always think that helping these people means to donate thousands of money or to arrange a big truck of their food and clothes. Some of the people are doing so and I truly appreciate it. But if we cannot do this, it does not mean we can't do anything and can just sit and see the relief activities. A little drop in the ocean is as important as a whole ocean. Do little things! I swear they mean alot.

My friend in Multan was telling me that thousands of people are placed in different schools near by her area. They have made a small group of friends who have adopted few schools in their localities. They visit these schools regularly, ask what they need, bring them food, clothes, medicines, utensils, toys and books for kids, Quran and prayer mats, etc. Affectees are many and helpers are few. They don't have much resources but they are becoming few drops in the ocean.

My friend's cousin is just 19. He decided to do something and started gathering few things at his house. Other of his friends, their families and his neighbors joined him. He and his friends literally gathered huge amount of goods. They didn't advertise or go to people's doors and ask them for donation. They started collecting stuff and when their peers got to know about this, they came in and gave their share. Later, they arranged a big container and brought these goods to one of the affected areas and distributed the stuff by themselves. There are many but they could only touch one of the affected the areas. Their drop in the ocean can never be undermined. It's as precious as the billions of dollars of aid from the world.

Although the world is now the global village but people still do not know what has happened in Pakistan. The world is still unaware that 20 millions people are displaced and 6 millions among them are children. They do not know that millions of people are sleeping under sky and there is still raining. They do not know that the epidemics are slow-poisoning the poor people. We can aware the people around us as Natasha Jahangir did. Her tweets created awareness in Hollywood stars regarding floods devastations in Pakistan. Tom Cruise, Angelina Joli, Ryan Seacrest, Maroon 5's Adam Lavine, Queen Noor, Michelle Branch and Marie Digby all came in.

It's time to play our roles and think the way of helping them. Let's start from our own home. Let's see what are the things which we do not need and lying idle at our homes. Some of them can be useful for others. I swear we will not die without half of our clothes and shoes. Let's spend some of our pocket money on buying food, water bottles, medicines and other stuff. Believe me, the pleasure of spending money on this stuff will be much more higher than we spend on our hoteling which always ends up on higher calories. It's not difficult to get to these people. They are near you. Go to them, console them, tell them you are with them in this time of misery. Help them! Can't you become a single drop in the ocean?

Ramzan

Ramzan is here with all its blessings and memories. I am trying to see what I am writing but my eyes...ufff......I think they are also in flood. I am very sad and missing each and everything of my family and of my country.

I don't have words to say anything about the situation of flood in Pakistan. I have only tears to shed upon the misery and helplessness of my people. They have been continuously suffering from all types of crisis. Today, we arranged an event for fund raising at the place where I ve been interning. I remained upset the whole week because I was working on the presentation for this event. The situation is very depressing. I got shocked to know that the loss of property and people's livelihood is three times more than the Earthquake of 2005. I cannot bear the heartbreaking images of flood.

This is the only image which is responsible to make me shuddered. May Allah give us strength to pass through this difficult time.

************

This is my first Ramzan away from my family.  I never thought of this time. I never imagined how much difficult it could be. I cried alot from sehri to iftari. At iftari, the oil started jumping out of the pan when I was crying and making pakora side by side. Difficult, extremly difficult time but I ve chosen it and I ve to bear it! I keep saying to myself  'bhugto ab'

While experiencing all this, I have felt the great respect to all those girls who have been married to the person living abroad.  O my God! it's extremely difficult.  I even have the hope that I will inshAllah go back to my family. but they do not have this hope. So to all those men who have brought their wives from the other place, start respecting the sacrifice their wives have made and salute them subha shaam!!

P.S: Ramzan Mubarik! Let's pray this Ramzan sincerely for our country and try to play our roles in this calamity.

Jashn-e-Azadi of America

So the United States of America celebrated its independence on 4rth of July. The first thought that struck my mind was 'hein :O America also got freedom from someone'. It sounds silly in the current world scenario. 

Khair! we heard that there would be a huge firework near at the Washington Monument. So we planned to enjoy this chance fully. We reached there at 6:00 pm. All nearest Metro stations were closed. So we had to walk to the park in  extreme warm temperature. The whole park was overcrowded. My God! People in colorful dresses were worthy to watch. We had a wonderful time there!

Let's see some pictures:
People had been staying there a day before.

They were  enthusiastic:

Me at Meenar-e-America: 

And the shows began at sharp 9:00

Beautiful!

I loved this one specially:

An a video:

(The monument has to be there)

(Excuse my shaky hands)


People were fun though. All seemed attention seekers in different types of costumes. I wish I could snap all of them (you know you has to be decent). But some were bit disturbing:
I can never think of wearing my flag like this:

(btw the guy was very co0ol :P )

OK I admit I became mean to sit in this chair time and again :| :

(Got it from the last camping expedition) 

I dont know what's their definition of respecting their flag and I am not saying that I am the most patriot on earth but literally I can never imagine wearing my flag in feet. A girl was wearing these shoes on July 4. I could not approve it. It was too gross. 

Khair sano ki..........So Happy Independence day to America :)


The arrangements were literally fool proof. We had to go through the strict security checks. We stood for an hour to enter the park (check our enthusiasm). The cop dealing with me was very respectful to me (They are mostly bit rude). But he was very nice and remained calling me 'Madam'. Seemed he wasn't upset with my scarf and let me in without checking me. Means some people can still recognize my innocence :P ....hehe....We kept praying everything would go fine and it did Alhamdulillah. Again had to walk to the far away Metro station. There was a long queue but no pushing and pulling. Everyone was standing calmly and waiting for their turn to ride the Metro. It seemed they could stand the whole night. It's the beauty of America. I love it. And one thing is worthy to mention, whenever you see some people leaving their seats for others, they ought to be Asians. 

I am in love

So, I have temporarily moved to Washington DC for the summer internship. I am getting used to the packing, moving to the new places and starting my life from A. I know I will be doing this for the rest of my life. So I should not complain about it anymore. Khair I am completely settled down here now. Same routine is going on. Get up early, rush for the bus, get into the freaky Metro, reach the office, work like a bloody stupid intern (even after working at a senior post for 5 yrs, for God sake!!), return home through the same route (God, God!) and sleep. That's all what I do.

But weekends are fun. I am staying with two of my friends. We share same "lovely" natures :P , so we enjoy alot. One has a car yuhoooooo. We wander around all the time. Tomorrow we are planning to go to Virginia for Chicken Karahi :D (there is a place very famous for karhai, lekin lahore wali baat tu nahi hogi naa ahhh) and may be visiting the water park there. 

Here I just want to confess one thing that I am in love:

Yeah that's true. I really liked Washington more than Chicago (Sorry a Fan). There is so much fun here. The historical buildings, very good public transportation system, all type of food around the world, the weather which is same as Lahore's (warm and humid) and top of all PEOPLE here. People are so lovely and helpful. You cant be lost here. You will find someone around to help you to find the place. And they are very well dressed. You will not find even a single person wearing tidy cloths here. 

The most excited thing is that the entry to all museums is free. wowowo0o0!! When I came to know this, I could not hide my excitement. You know muft khoray ...hehe....  I love visiting museums. So far I have visited one of them. Will post some pics later. 

I will try to keep updating the blog. But I am not sure I will be able to do so or not. Because I am fed with this blog now. In fact, I am fed up with socializing now. I don't know why. These days I want to sit quietly  in a corner of my apartment. I think I am missing everyone :(

82'

I : I think P has solved the whole problem set. I am thinking of matching my answers with her.

She : Don't call her P. Call her baji (elder sis). You know she is older than you.

I : Hein :O .....how did you know this?

She : I checked her facebook account. She is older than us. Why don't you believe me?

I : No, it's not that I am not believing you. She doesn't seem older.

She : But she is.

I : Ok.

She : So call her baji. You dont know any thing about her. You know she was born in 82.

I : Dont tell me? I mean......... Really? :O

She : Gee haan. dekha hoi ho naa heraan!

I : SUre....82....you mean 82?

She : YES 82!

I : You know what.... I was also born in 82 :)

Haha....I wish I could capture those giggling moments in which she became speechless!

P.S.  If you are on Facebook, you are a public property.

Fruit Chaat

Just few minutes back, I came across to my blog just by chance. I checked that the last time I published the well written post was February 7, 2010. It's sad. The main purpose of creating this blog was to record what's going on in my life but I could not record them on regular basis. I used to think that it would be my pastime to read my blog "if" I reach my old age. I am feeling sorry that there were so many interesting things which have been passed without leaving any record. But I think I will write about most of them when I get free and it's not that far when I become a regular blogger :)

When there are so many different things creeping into your mind and you could not find the point to start with, it becomes the post which I am going to write. I could not find the ONE topic to start with so I am going to write exactly what's going on in my multi dimensional mind. Just like Fruit Chaat, different fruits in one plate!

it reminds me Ramzan at my home :)

So every thing in one stroke. Here it goes!!

• -My finals of this semester are going to start from 20th of this month. In fact, two of my exams are on the same day. Yeah it's bad. But I have to take them with just 2 hours difference :( . Just four hours and first semester will be finished. 
• Some of the seasonal fruits are necessary to make fruit chaat. But dont think that potato is also a fruit. Yes some people think so and they put potato in fruit chaat. errr....
• -Cobb Douglas production function has so many unique properties and it can explain all types of economic concepts accurately.
• -My brother is in Karachi these days for a one-month training. He got rejected from all the universities he has applied to. I am very sad for him. The main reason of his disqualification was the misplacement of one of his diplomas and universities are not ready to reconsider his case due to the tough competition. He was already away from home and all this made him so quiet and at more distance. He is used to share everything with me. I could not talk to him from many days and his quietness is killing me through. 
• Do check that there will be no marks on fruits when you buy for fruit chaat.
• -My skin is losing all its glow in this artificial environment. How much we are near to nature while living in Pakistan? I have realized that melting summers and sharp winters were actually my skin cares. I am missing them all.  When I see the mirror, I cannot recognize myself. So It;s better not to see into mirror. 
• -The variance of P in Lucas Misperception theory is not equal to zero but it's correlation with Zi is zero.
• -I forgot chanay on stove while I was chatting with my sis and they all were burnt. My apartment is still smelling :|
• -My family is still not aware of the 'fact' that the dorm I am living in is for both girls and boys. :P There are no separate dorms like other unis in US.
• It will be fun if you get some chaat masala from any shop. Otherwise the fruit chaat with mere black pepper and slat is a patient feed. Google any Pakistani or Indian shop and get the Shaan masala immediately. 
• -I cried alot while seeing my father through Skype after three months.
• -I have finally decided that my taste for flavored yogurt could not be developed. 
• -The perfect competition is the bench mark for all types of markets. I will have to cover its all chapters although the chances of coming any question on it are very low.
• -The weather here is very uncertain. Sometimes it becomes cold in the morning and warm at the evenings. And whenever I put on jacket it becomes warmer and when I leave it at home it becomes colder.
• -Grapes rock in the fruit chaat. Its a must-put-in-thingy. 
• -My apartment mate is convincing me  hard to go to theater with her as they are showing Alice in the Wonderland. I am not sure I will go or not because I have to complete a problem set which I am supposed to submit on Tuesday. Let's see!
• -Integration is the opposite of derivation. It's easy and you can do it! (this was for me).
• -My nephew makes changes in the list of his gifts each time when I talk to him. Although I know why he's waiting for me so impatiently :P but still when he says to come back soon, my heart melts. 
• -'A' brought a mickey mouse pen for me when she went to Florida for a conference. I am lucky to have best suite mates :)
• -We are planning to go to NY during summer break but we could't get time to search for a cheap flight. I am also visiting my auntie living in Atlanta. And have to go to Chicago also. The summer is going  to be a fun. 
• -A lemon should be there your fridge. Fruit chaat is considered incomplete without it.
• -I am still searching for a topic for my paper which I have to complete during summer break. How many things which i need to do in this short time of three months. 
• -I have starting gaining weight, i guess (happy a fan?). My brother in law is used to tease me alot whenever he sees me on cam. Each time I have the only argument that it's not that I am getting fatty, it is just because I have to be over my laptop for the clearer view. hehe......
• -In overlapping generation model, we have to discuss the attitudes and behaviors of two generations.
• -I dont understand why there is only sale on strawberries? I am tired of eating 'em now :(
• -I am not going to do laundry till my exam and that's final!!
• -The only thing which I love since my arrival here is fish burger of the Burger King.  McDolands sucks here also. Burger King! I'm lovin it! 

• -My head is turning into a factory of dandruff. Do anyone need some?
• Fruits are usually expensive over there. So wait patiently for the sale. Their sales on fruits are superb.
• -Whenever I see my supervisor, we have long discussions. You know on what? No no not on my research. He always tries to convince me to stay here forever and get married to any guy settled here. haha...he is such a sweet person. He is Sikh and damn funny and I really like him. Whenever I talk to him, I feel like i am talking to my father (no my father is not Sikh). We have a deal that he ll find a suitable match for me and if I like the person, I will stay here. Can you believe that? And he is sure that I will find out 100 objectionable points in the person he'll find for me same like his daughter does. 
• -I have started learning few words of German. It's fun. 
• -After making the fruit chaat, refrigerate it for some time. Its taste will come out more deliciously.
• -Deadweight Loss is consumer surplus plus producer surplus with the implication of limit. Wait wait!! I think I am messing this concept up. Let me check it! 

I am leaving you with this must-watch-video. Good bye till my exam and you have to prayer for my exams!!!

I love it more each time I watch it. Especially when she gives a very long argument and his father says "o really?" and she says "yeah"

And this one is also a fun to watch:




P.s. I think I should go for Alice in the Wonderland. Papers to hutay rehtay hein aisi movies dubara nahi lagtiein :P

I am shocked to see this!

:P

ehmm....yeah

Living with awesome people :P

(Coming out of the elevator)

I: Silly girl! what you were doing there?

She: What? What I have done now? (Innocent? :O err.....I will call it acting 'innocently' aur woh bhi Over)

I: You ve been staring at her like hell. She was just few inches away from you. I was myself feeling odd.

She: YOU pointed out "Look at her hair". You are responsible not I!!

I: I didn't mean to start staring her continuously. Your eyes were stuck to her like you were taking her x-ray. How ridiculous? This is the third time you made me embarrassed.

She: Ohoo sorry naa. It's difficult for me not to stare such interesting things :P

I: Stupid!!

She: Errr....actually I have this habit by default. Mind you I am not responsible for this!

I: Who is responsible then?

She: You know I belong to Peshawar. Pathans there are used to stare like I do. I proudly got this habit from them.

I: hahaha weird people!!!


P.S. Blogger.com should have something like Tag :D 

Yes I am alive!

Life is running like a bullet these days (err  I always have a same ghissa pitta dialogue for each of my post. yeah i am a boring fellow. Go somewhere else. Or I should suggest which blog you should visit? :| ). There are so many things I want to blog about but I think I wont be able to do so. One day I will myself become a problem while solving these numerous problem sets :( . There are so many things I want to share with you people. I think I will have to find time by hook or by crook. Blog is for me a  Self Talk and I need it more than any other time.
Two important things happened these days; like my friend; a fan finally got the entry in Booth. I will be meeting her in Fall. yuppyyyy I am very excited..... about the Baskin-Robbins ice cream which she has already offered me :) .

And I finally ended up today with taking a good exam. I had two really bad ones :( . Thank God i am kind of coming back to studies.

Like you, I also receive tons of forwarded emails. I usually do not read such emails fully. But an email in which the personalities of the persons with specific dates of birth were described, grabbed my attention. It says following about me:

Always up to some sort of a mischief! The mischievous gleam in your eyes is what makes you so cute and attractive to everyone. You are an extremely fun-to-be-with kind of person. No wonder people seek for your company and look forward to include you for all get-together' s. However, you are sensitive which is a drawback. People need to select their words while talking to you. If someone tries to fiddle around and play with words while dealing with you, it is enough to invite your wrath. God bless the person then!

This small paragraph describes my whole personality. O God!! I dont know who are those people creating such emails but this is so true at least for me. I checked many of my friends', more or less their personality descriptions were correct. 

P.s.  I ve  already  explained many times that I like euphoria . Do anyone has any problem with that?

Pray Peace!

I have been trying to write something for my country. Something meaningful.... any consolation for the people and for me as well. But couldn't write even a single word. Many such moments came but the grief and pain that I am feeling now, never felt before. Sitting far away, I cannot do anything except shedding tears and praying for peace! 

Just an ordinary day......

-Studied the whole night,
-slept for two hours only,
-went to university,
-attended two lo0o0ong classes,
-returned to dorm,
-about to have my lunch,
-cell screamed "Papa calling",
-he wished me good luck for the exam, asked few other things, his voice became heavy and he finally handed over the receiver to mother.....
-I cried for two hours,
-then got up forcefully,
-got ready for uni again, caught the shuttle which was about to leave....lunch forget it!
-reached uni and had the first ever exam of my HIGHER STUDIES in US!
-and B*A*N*G*..

A day finished with ever rising worries and tensions!!!

P.S. I wonder why these tensions have always a new upward shifting convexed to origin curve? and why they always have the tendency to be multiplied by another downward sloping variable? what the hell i am talking about!!!

Sleep baby sleep!

The Rule of Circulation

When you are abroad, the ratio of bread, jam, butter and egg gets over the ratio of blood in your body!

The real drama!

Okay guys, after so many ta'anay of The Chef and others, I am going to tell you the story of my thrilling journey.

I had connecting flights from Lahore to Dubai to London to Chicago to Milwaukee. See how much a long journey I had. The whole journey was supposed to take 36 hours approximately. But you would be shocked to know that it took me three days to actually reached Milwaukee.  It's a long story? kal naa suna doon? nahi? ok listen then!

I was traveling all alone. Nahi nahi there were other people in the plane, I mean no other fellow girl was traveling with me. All had reached there a day before. My visa arrived two days late so I had to travel alone. Due to fog, my flight from Lahore to Dubai took off eleven hours late. When I reached Dubai, it was a 100 waltz  shock for me that I had missed my next flight because it was the connecting flight. I had to stay one night in Dubai. They provided me one night stay in a hotel (a superb hotel) .  My cousin's husband is working in Dubai. So I called him after checking in the hotel. He picked me up in half an hour and drove me through Dubai. O God it's a beautiful place, I must say. It was night out there and I kept saying "kitni electricity hai in k paas". Postman! Dubai is a good place  to visit :P .....hehe

We went to a big, big, biggest shopping mall. I don't remember it's name but I had its pics. I think it was Carrefour. I would post the pics later. It was quit amazing. I bought a bag for my hand-carry luggage because the bag I had had no wheels and it was extremely difficult to carry it and stand by in lines for checking in. So it was a bad suggestion of carrying a hand carry bag without wheels. And I will surely get my bag's price the person who suggested it! so appi be ready to pay it.

We also went to KFC there. The taste of their chicken was quite different but good. Dubai seems a country of Filipinos. You meet them every where you go.  I returned hotel late night. I could sleep the remaining hours. I kept looking at the newly introduced shuttle of Dubai which comes after half an hour. My window was exactly near its track. It looked so yummy seriously. I loved it.

Next day, flight was again two hrs late because of the heavy traffic at Dubai airport. No one comes to sit with me. So I lied on the seat, took the blanket upto my face and slept the whole journey to London. After reaching London, it took me two hours to reach at the counter for the next flight to Chicago, you know the high security checks. My flight to Chicago flew just 10 minutes before I reached there. whooop...I was about to cry at the moment, but got control and started fighting with the Emirates people. They had already arranged my next flight and my stay in London. So  another one-night-stay in London. And you know what I was so happy later for losing that flight. hehe..... Many of my relatives live in London. I reached the hotel, checked in and called my uncle who immediately came there and took me to his home. All relatives got to gather at a very short notice and there was an exciting and surprising party which continued the whole night. I met most of them after such a long time.  There were so many dishes to taste but I was interested in delicious drum sticks, roasted chicken and the chapatis, O God I missed them alot. All uncles and aunties gave me alot of money for shopping at duty free shops of Heatherow Airport and coins for calling home. I still have more than half of that money.

London was congested type of city but duly planned and beautifully built. I loved its traditional architecture. I was surprised to see its narrow roads and the double decker buses whose drivers are very smart to drive through these roads.

Next day, all came to say me good bye at the Airport. It was the emotional moment. I again felt that someone is dragging me out of my parents, the same feeling which I experienced at the Lahore Airport. I left London with teary eyes. But I WILL always remember the night which I spent there.

The flight was at time, thank God. But it was the alert journey because an old fatty uncle was siting by my side. All the time we struggled to stay away from each. I did not eat any thing during the flight, you know why. I reached Chicago the next day after a long tiring journey. The American Airline had kept me on a stand by seat and another confirmed seat. And luckily my name was called for boarding the plan. I was all smiling and threw a vanity glance at the long waiting queue. Reached Milwaukee finally.  I loved the half an hour flight of this small jet plane. The thrilling journey ended peacefully Alhamdulliah. Problems came but along their solutions. I saw beautiful airports and cities and met number people.

I reached Milwaukee at night and my classes started exactly the other day. I am still coping with the jetlag but quite fine now and will be more fine inshaAllah. Study is quite difficult and different. But teachers are all helpful.

Surprise!

I knocked at the door of my newly alloted apartment. An Indian girl opened the door and welcomed me with her cheerful smile. O thank God!  I had prayed that one of my apartment mates should be a Muslim or an Indian. Thank you Allah gee!!!

And sorry I again could not type the long post. I promise I will try it the next time!! kasam say!

Tears all the way!

Chatting is fine. You can send cheerful replies to your loveones while shedding the tears and telling them every thing is going perfect. BTW why these tears are used to so warm? It may be because they come straight from your heart at the time when you feel like someone is stirring your heart on the flame. Damn it!! I always talk rubbish!

Carry money!

Ok laugh at me again. But it's true. I have to carry money everywhere. I couldn't open my bank account yet. Dollars accompany me everywhere I go. I have developed such a great love for them. I love to take them with me even in the bathroom :D.

Jeans, bathroom and dollars.........is there anything left in my life?

God! how much it's difficult to walk in jeans.......and going to loo.......damnnnnn!!!

Good Bye

Good bye everyone. I am going finally!

Do pray for me please!!

There's many a slip between cup and lip!

It was a rumour just few days back but now it has come out to be a reality. Yes it has happened to me. You can tell people around you that it's no more a rumour. It is happening.

Precisely, I am informed by my sponsoring body that my case is still in process and could not yet get the clearance from the Security Department. And do you know why? Because my Surname is Khan. Additionally, my father's middle name is Ullah which is also suspecious for them. They have serious security concerns about me.

My sponsoring body and their Mission in Pak have tried to make me understand what their system is and what the problem is. But all seems their excuses or consolations.

My classes are going to start on Jan 25. My flight was on Jan 19. I have received the ticket but all is useless. This would be second time that my flight is going to delay.

I wish i could have any friend available at this time of the night. Do I want to cry? But what would I get through it. Everyone is already upset at home due to me. Stop these tears you silly darn!!! STOPPPP!!

I dont know what's next. But I will have to face what has written for me. Is it really happening to me?

Punning Culture

I have been observing that the Punning Culture is getting popular these days. I dont know about the other cities of Pakistan, but in Lahore, you cannot escape from it anywhere you go. On last weekend, the following discussion was happened between a shopkeeper and I:

I: Is shawl ki kiya price hai bhai?

Shopkeeper: Baji! ye 2000 ki hai.

I: Itni expensive....(I checked the stuff again).... tu bhai do gay kis terhan?

Shopkeeper: Shopping bag mai daal kay...... (and he started smiling like hell with his missing tooth)

Helpless

I wish I could stop my sister till my departure :(

BTW, am I really going? :O

The Averages

It happens every time. Whenever I expect the worst, I get the average. And whenever I expect the best, I again stick to the average. The Average is becoming a part of my life. Or it may not be wrong if I say that my life is based on averages :P

I was the average student, an average human being with average looks, an averagely loving person, an average well-dressed, average serious, average witty, average intelligent, average hardworking and I only love Averages in mathematics. How funny :D

Khair! I was expecting worst behavior of my relatives while meeting them. But the day went off without anything worst but averagely good. Interesting!

Except my dadi jaan who remained telling me that I am going to take her heart with me. And how her son will live without me. Ahhhh……It was the real drama, an emotional one but I didn’t cry. Not even a tear fell from my eyes. I could not bear anyone crying in front of me. I remember that I used to cry even to watch any emotional scene on tv. Khair! I am trying to avoid it. It may be beacuse I have cried alot or that I am saving my saltish water for my future. Or that I want to show others that I am a brave girl and happy on what is going to happen. There may be many reasons. Many people tried to make me cry through their sentimental dialogues but I am a dheet of my kind. Oh yes the one reason may be that I am kind of selfish....*sheeeesh*. I hope it's not!

One thing that I forgot to mention that I am averagely excited on going abroad. Dont know why but I never had dreams of going abroad or all that. I am happy and thanking Allah SWT but not that excited which I should be. I am going through strange feelings these days.

Difficult time!

My parents had been trying to prepare me for the current situation. I thought I was ready enough to face it if my family supports me, but now when I am in it, I feel it extremely difficult to face. I have also put my family in a difficult situation. They are tired of answering people's rang barangay questions.

My parents have disclosed to the whole family and friends that I am going abroad for studies. What type of reaction you may expect from the whole family? "Abroad :O ...haw she's going alone".

Some, in fact two or three families congratulated. But all of my father's friends congratulated him warmly. One even came to our home with sweets. I love him. We literally had good time with him in our childhood. He was so excited like my father and gave his wishes. Relatives living abroad called my parents and told them how much big this news is. My two cousins only, one sis and one bro, sent their wishes. But no one from my real aunties and uncles congratulated us except one of my uncles. My dadi didn't approve my father's decision. And many have told my parents that they would have to repent on this decision (God forbidden). It hurt me, hurt me alot.

My father has asked me to visit my dadi's home where most of my uncles live in. I am going to visit there today. I dont know what reception I would receive but I would have to bear it all. My father wants me to listen everyone patiently and to say everyone good bye even if they dont want to see my face. Let's see what would happen today!

Heavy Weight!

What more I can say or pray....

I just hate my thiny friends. I would have to search for the new ones :P !

THE YEAR THAT WAS AND THE YEAR THIS IS!

Another year has been passed. I had been complaining from many years that time had been flying like hell. I was just watching days passing year over years. But it didn't happen during the 2009. I felt the each day passing by.  spent each day counting the remaining ones. I spent most of the time whether in working or waiting.Oh God how many tests and interviews I have been taken this year?

When I stepped in the 2009, I was emotionally bruised at all fronts of my life. I had a very tough time in 2008. The few starting months of 2009 were spent collecting myself. Trying to disengage from your past and stepping into your present with the zest and ardor for the future was really very hard. I did nothing. But Allah SWT paved my way throughout and my family supported me fully. Alhamdulillah

I set few goals in 2009. One of them was to get promoted and the other was to score admission for higher studies. Whole year was passed in hardworking and struggle. I wasn’t sure if I would hit any of my goals. But I decided to give my best. Although the ghosts of past (as a fan call them) remained after me pulling me back. But they are after all the past and I tried to live the present and to worry about the future. 

Thank you Allah Mian gee, thank you very much. You are the Greatest. No words can thank you for the blessings you have bestowed upon and is still granting me with the best. Please! accept my bowing of head as my thanks. The fruit of my hardworking is much more than what I had expected. I got promoted and scored the admission finally. I still feel that I am dreaming. Is it really true? If not then please Allah gee make me asleep forever.

I got the bonus when my parents allowed me to avail the opportunity of studying abroad. You know what, my family is still shocked. They are asking my father time and again if he has really allowed me to go US. haha......He responds, "Yes and I am really proud of her. MashAllah she did the impossible. How could I deprive her from having such an honour? I can't". I dont believe it too. I just love my parents. I feel myself literally in heaven. My all wishes are coming true.

One resolution was to reduce weight. Just leave it! it wasn't that important :D .
And yes I am more than happy that I need not to retake the GRE. woohoooo!!

And the marriage.....it has been further postponed for two more years but with my parents' consent. :)

So one year has been gone and the other has been started. Happy New Year to everyone1

The 2010 is going to bring a complete change in my life. I am all ready for it but kind of scared as well. This year, I would have one heavy duty resolution: 'Reduce weight'. Yes it has become important NOW because I feel it difficult to breathe in jeans :)

So on your marks!
Get set!
Go!!!