Another way

I : She is such a princess. You must be proud of her naa. Nice product from you.

She : Yes I am. She is my little fairy (patting her 6-months old daughter to sleep).

I : MashAllah!

She : Dont you want to get married and have kids?

I : Well that's natural but you know at this stage all natural instincts fade away. I am happy with my life Alhamdulillah the way it is. Don't you think it's such a great responsibility to bring up a child, teach him good and bad keeping in view that we ourselves lack morals?

She : I don't think alot. I never thought this way. But what I feel is that my daughter has made me a good human being. Now I try to be an exemplary human being for my daughter.

I : Good job! I perhaps lack these capabilities that's why I am not a mother. Simple . And I think I try not to take responsibilities. I am fed up preforming responsibilities.

She : You know that offspring is sadq-e-jariya. When they do something good, parents also get sawab for that. I do not think I can work consistently on collecting naikies but my offspring can naturally add up some good deeds in my account. And this will even continue after our death. We will remain getting sawab for the good deeds of our kids. Don't you think it's awesome?

I : Yes indeed. I agree. I didn't think this way...

A very warm picture says it all :)

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Sometimes in your life, you meet a person and you say 'Yes that's it'. The person lies in the type of the people you like most. And then you never ever meet that person again in your life. The strange thing is you don't even regret for it but the damn person leaves a damn benchmark and you unintentionally try to find the shadow of that person in those you meet later in your life. I wonder if someone, somewhere would have ever thought same for me. I fear NOT ;P.

Another similar day for them! :(

I can understand and feel how difficult it is for parents to say good bye to their kids for some journey and specially when the journey is full of uncertainties and fears. He is their last kid. And now all have gone to their destinations with the hope of better futures like birds, who leave their parents' nests when they learn flying. Kids are not selfish. It's not that they do not love their parents. It's also not that they do not want to stay with their them. It's just because they just have to go with a life long burden on their hearts. Can anyone tell the parents that kids love them so much and that they are as sad as the parents are while leaving them? Can anyone tell them it is the most difficult decision of life that one could make? Can anyone tell them to believe that they will be together again? Can anyone?

The Wedding Season

In Pakistan, the wedding season starts with the beginnning of winters. This time the winter season started early so did the wedding season. When you come out on the weekend, you will be shocked rather surprised to see the weddings around. It seems the whole city is getting married.

Each year after attending weddings of 'others', I think that there will be lesser weddings next year. But the same situation appears next year. I mean what the hell.....I dont understand from where these hundred of bachelors come out, jam-pack the markets, force tailors to delay other innocents people's dresses, awake us forcefully till the morning, try to make us deaf with the horrible sounds of crackers and the pathetic orchestra of gali mahalla bands, block the roads and celebrate their weddings. wah wah. It's YOUR wedding. Why do you make the whole suffer? I especially hate delays on wedding functions. People have to starve literally until lunch or dinners are served.

This year, we have attended five weddings in our family and friends. Three more are to come. I have become bored of all these typical styled weddings. Why don't people try some innovative stuff in these boring functions?

The weddings look like a drama or film for me now. And the bride and groom....oh God....the most pathetical creature in the wedding functions. Same chamkeeli girlish embroidered sherwanis and kullas.....and the brides who look more like a gola gunda than a bride.

 

See youself, do  they look naa? :D

The bride and groom are focal points. wesay I wonder why do they look so innocent and stupid on their weddings. See!

Hehe sorry haan.........dont know whether they are really innocent or they pose so. OK fine I know I will be lined up one day with these monkeys.....errrrr......I mean Monkey :D. One thing I really like that bride and groom sit on the stage and start collecting money. Wowwww....I dont know who had invented this tradintion but this is the only thing I like most. Everyone likes making money :P . The guests should present more and more money to the couple because expenses remain greater than the actual earning in the name of 'salami'.

On last wedding function, I was thinking that all brides look same in their bridal get-ups. Same dress, same make up and same jewelry. At night I did some search about the brides around the world. Interestingly, or I should painfully that bechari brides are every where treated with heavy makeups, jewelry and dresses than their grooms. Why this discrimination?

Khair. I tried to find out bridal traditions in different parts of the world, especially in Muslim world. Some brides look really sophisiticated, some look funny, some really decent and impressive and some look a prey to their traditions. Let's have a look of them:

A Bangladeshi Bride

An Indonesian Couple

The Malaysian Bride

I never liked the kissing scene on western weddings but this is awesome!!

Ching po chee...the Chinese couple

A Massai Bride, Africa

An Arab Bride

Afar Bride, Djibouti

Is there anyone in it?

Iranian Wedding....I dont believe; One groom and two brides :O

Egyptian Bride (Is she breathing?)

A Bulgarian Bride

(Why did she remind me of Eid ul Azha)

The Yemeni Bride

The Zulu Bride

OoO the most decent couple

I think she was from Brunei, dont remember exactly. She's elegant

A Thai Bride

Who says brides cant eat on their wedding?

haha...

OoOps!

Who says Muslim Bride cant do photo session :P

Notice some thing in this pic?

Did you get it? No?.....then see khussa with sox Hawwww!

And check this one too!

And in the end this one is really adorable. A Pakistani Bride

Simple, elegant and graceful

Hey!! Whats up? :)

Instead of thinking and pondering, I decided to visit some blogs. So today i have visited more than 20 blogs. God! but it was awesome. reading about different type of people, their way of explaining things, their problems, their suggestions, i literally enjoyed every thing. So when you have nothing to do, try peeping others' blogs. You ll definitely not only enjoy but would learn something new. Such as I learn today  "To give anything less than your best is to sacrifice the gift."


I was thinking of writing some very interesting post today. But then I thought....did I ever write such post? So why this time? hehe

P.S. It's too chillin here. My feet are feeling nothing. so signing off off :)

I am at war.

Now-a-days, I start my each day saying to myself;  "I will live and enjoy Today as the only day of my life. I will not be anxious about tomorrow. I will not even think of it Today. The woes and worries are expected to come tomorrow, so I will handle them when they really come. No worry for Today".

I make this promise to myself each morning. But when the day passes slowly and gradually, I start losing control on myself. I try hard, really hard not to think much. I lose my focus, I lose my attention, I lose my concentration, I lose every thing. And finally I accpet defeat in the hands of my wandering thoughts. Eah day, I go to the bed with bruised thoughts and emotions which result in nightmares.God! I have the dreadiest nightmares these days.

Hence, the most difficult war is the war which you fight with yourself. And this fight becomes more difficult when you know that you will be the loser whether you win or lose it. I am really tired of hiding my feelings and keeping the crappy smile on my face showing 'I am fine'.

P.S. I wasn't absent from my blog....errr....but yea I was absent mentally.

Damn!!

Sometimes in your life, you literally want scissors to cutt off every thing for finding an end!!

What to do after you break up with someone - A wise advice :P

She came to me and said with teary eyes:

She: You know I broke up with him.
I: What? really?
She: yes. it's true (she started crying)
I: tchtch... really sad...(I can very much imagine what could have happened, so didn't ask the boring detail)
She: He broke my heart. He didn't deserve my love (are you sure you were in love with him?)
I: yea....he didn't...(thinking...)
She: you were right. we should not trust any man. They all are same.
I: yea....(oh sometimes I say smart things :D)
She: I have lost every thing, every thing....(shedding tears)
I: hmmm.....(thinking some thing else)
She: tell me please what should I do now?
I: err...hmm.....actually.....you ll dislike what I want you to do...so leave it!
She: no no please tell me. I really dont know how to cater all this. please!
I: Ask him to return Burberry which you had presented him last time on his birthday.

hahaha........
I really enjoyed reading this and also check the Break up Tips  if you are hell with someone  :)

What's the logic?

Whenever I expect less, I get more and whenever I expect more, I get lesser.

Iftar Party: Another blessing of Ramzan

Iftar parties are among the other exciting things of this month. Since my childhood, we used to count them the whole month and brag among friends. lol friends with lesser number of iftar parties are tagged unlovable, obnoxious and abhorrent because people do not invite them much to iftar parties. We still do that.

To arrange sehri and iftari are my responsibility at home. I am told that it is also a month of my cooking practice. Mother remains busy mostly in ibadah and I am supposed to look after every thing. The most heartbreaking thing is to leave the bed in the mid of night for preparing sehri regardless at what time I sleep at night. Then to wake everyone up for the sehri, another task. I used to say that I could earn more than the sehri dhol wala earns for waking up people with his terrible dhol beats which caused to harass people than waking them up.

To meet everyone’s choices at iftari is another task. Some one wants to have baigan pakoras. Others argue for chicken rolls and samosa. Fruit chaat is must thing but dahi bhallay are also highly demanded. Some one fights for milk shake, others for lassi. May Allah give me ajar but honestly speaking I feel sometimes that I am wasting my time. The time, which I spend in making all these luxurious dishes (I must say), can be spent in ibadahs. Seriously, everyone remains busy in his or her prayers and I am the only crap found in kitchen. Many times, I declared that simple iftari would be served but each time have to face severe protests. I iftared more than half of my rozas in kitchen as everyone needs garam garam crispy pakoras at iftari.

In all this barbarism, the invitations for iftari happen to be a ray of light in my dark kitchen.

There is no pleasure than to sit on the chair and enjoy the ifari stuff, watching other people running from kitchen to dining table for putting variety of dishes on the table.

There are many remarkable things about these iftar parties or dinners:

• You can save your food stock for more days to come.
• You can enjoy variety of dishes at a time without doing any thing hehe.
• Your stoves can have some rest for few days which can increase their life span.
• You can enjoy a different taste if you are fed with your home’s typical taste.
• There is a possibility of having any new dish which you try for the very first time in your life and can adhere it forever if it tastes good. So a chance of some new experiments.
• You can have a look on new fashion around.
• You can get an idea of cousins’ Eid dresses.
• You can see who is getting and losing weight in Ramzan.
• You can listen the news bulletin of the family and friends.
• On last iftar party, date of one’s wedding was decided. So it saved the time and money of concerned parties and others.
• You can have knowledge of any beauty parlor, boutique, tailor, bakery, samosa shop, fruit wala, sweet house, doodh wala, dyer, etc offering special packages for Eid.
• You can have booking with your cousin or friend who is expert in applying menhdi.
• You can tell others that you are coming to their homes for spending Eid with them. You can also tell them at which dish they are good enough.
• You can inform others that you will not be at home on Eid.

Puffy puff :)

Every thing looks fatty through puffy eyes.

Is crying a crime?

These days, I am going through an emotional trauma and the advice that I receive instead of a consolation; “Don’t cry!! cowards cry like that”. I am surrounded by those 'love ones' who keep pushing me hard not to cry as crying is a cowardly act. The question that remains glued to me why it is considered a cowardly act to cry in front of people. Why our society does not allow us even to shed mere tears? Why is crying a stigma? Is this societal notion correct?

I would strong disagree with if some one considers crying alone or in front of anyone wrong. I cry when I feel alone, sad, depressed, frustrated, angry and even extremely happy. Yes I do cry when I get excited. Even when I laugh from my heart, my eyes fill with tears. Why? Because on such moments I don’t have words to express my emotions while my tears do that for me. Isn’t it easy? What’s harm in it? People can easily understand through your tears what you are failed to tell them. Crying is catharsis for me. I feel afresh after crying like you wake up after a peaceful 8 hours’ sleep. I have been doing that (crying in sad and happy moods) since long. People are used to say about me that my tears are ever ready on my lashes and they take no time in coming down.

There are some studies and research telling how crying can be a healthy for us. Crying provides hydration and lubrication, kills bacteria, removes toxins, and elevates mood through the effect on chemicals in the brain. Emotionally, crying relieves stress, builds community with others, and releases feelings. (http://www.beliefnet.com/Health/2009/04/How-Crying-Can-Be-Healthy.aspx?p=5)

It is a widespread belief that crying is therapeutic and.... failure to cry is a danger to our health. There are three kinds of tears distinguished (from a biological perspective) according to EmotionalProcessing.Org:

Who the hell has named crying a coward act? I would like meeting that bastard who had no emotions and feelings. Even Terminator got emotional in his films and we are mere human beings. We are built of emotions and feelings.

I often hear that men do not cry. Why? Because crying is a symbol of weakness. Is it really strength not to express our feelings? I bet no one can express their feelings properly when they are emotional. But the teary eyes tell a lot more with touch of sincerity and sympathy. Experiencing the feelings after a good cry, I can also bet that men do want to cry some times. If they don’t want, they should try it once.

Crying in front of people is not an ordinary thing. It needs courage and audacity to cry. It is an outward sign of how we feel and that we can also feel for ourselves and for others. I can cry every where and in front of anyone, in the street, in the meeting room, in restaurants, in cafeteria, at home, in front of my family and friends and even in front of my colleagues. I dont feel any embarrassment in crying. I prefer to cry in presence of someone because there should be some one to wipe out your tears. Crying alone and wiping out your tears all alone is meant to increase depression and frustration.

Crying is not a crime. It’s a human act and I don’t see any harm in being human.

Cuto baby! no one can look such adorable while crying :)

Tell me seriously, how many of us can really do this?

I am totally amazed to read this news. It can be done only in Western societies. I never heard such incident happened in our society where students always underestimate themselves and consider their joblessness as their fate.

What if jobless students sue their institutions in Pakistan? Hahaha .All institutions would have to stand in the queue for the court hearing.

Harsh Realities of life

So me again. Life is going all well. Yes I remained upset for some days but have to accept the harsh realities of life. Actually an incident has left me with many questions, nuisance, frustration and a heart deep pain. I don’t know for how many times I have washed my hands but the smell and stains of blood seem everlasting. It would have happened to many of you but it happened to me for the first time.

Now the incident………

My brother and I were returning home after some wandering around on his bike. It was around 0930 pm (yes we do wander late night hehehe). We saw a mob at the petrol pump near Chuburji. When came closer, we saw a middle aged women lying unconscious on the road. There was no woman around. Few men were trying to lift her up mercilessly but they could raise her up, as she was quite bulky and completely unconscious. The way they were lifting her up was quite terrible. I couldn’t see it and jumped from the bike. Blood was oozing fast from her head. Her whole face was covered with blood. For some time, I forgot everything. I was standing shocked there to see the blood. I never had a chance in my whole life to see such a massive bleeding of someone. My legs started trembling. I felt like I am also going to faint. Suddenly my brother shouted, “Did anyone call 1122 rescue?” A little boy of 10 told that they were not receiving the call. Another man pointed towards me and screamed “peechay peechay ho jaein ye aik baji aa gai hein ye sambhalti hein auntie ko”. Everyone made baji’s way to auntie but baji was unable to move. My brother held my shoulder and yelled again “Stop any car and I search for some taxi or rickshaw”. I came into my senses and rushed to the main road. I tried to stop some cars. Some didn’t stop. Few bothered to stop but they refused to take the auntie to the hospital. Some changed their direction after seeing the injured auntie. At that time, I thought we might not be able to get any help. The interesting thing was that there were 20 of people standing just as spectators. No one was doing any thing. I saw a young boy crying over auntie’s head. He was her son. He told me that she fell from his bike. My brother brought a rickshaw. When we were trying to put auntie into rickshaw, the damn rickshaw driver went off.

With a sudden thought, I made a call to 1122 rescue service from my cell. They picked up the phone immediately. I wanted to slap that boy who was saying that they were not receiving any call. We told the exact location. I tied her head with her dupata. She was wearing silken dress and blood was hardly absorbing in it. But my cotton suit was quickly absorbing her blood. She shook her head with a jerk, which untied her dupatta. I again tied her head with the dupatta. This time, my hands were not shaking and I tied her head tightly. After some time, the bleeding was stopped a bit, don’t know why. She gained some consciousness. Her son and I picked her up and help her to sit on the chair (she was quite heavy duty). My brother told us that ambulance was coming in seven minutes.

Auntie started shouting while holding my hand “Munir, mijhay kuch nazar nai aa raha (I cant see)”. Her son came closer and instead of consoling her started crying. She didn’t remember what had happened to her. Khair I tried to make her calm but auntie got unconscious time and again. The ambulance came after exact 7 minutes. The first question they asked was “auntie can you walk towards ambulance”. Auntie didn’t responded, and then he said to me “help her to get into the ambulance”. I wished to ask him what he was supposed to do. But I was indebted to him that they guys came anyway. He insisted me a lot to accompany the auntie in the ambulance but I did agree and my brother was also holding my hand with the not-to-go-looks. They went off siring toontunotuun.

I forgot to take the number of auntie. I am sure that auntie will be quite well and healthy and enjoying her at home. Ameen.

I heard before that people don’t stop while seeing any accident. Now I have experienced it. I can’t explain you the desperate situation that we have faced. Are we really that selfish? How can we see some one dying? Why do we always think that some one would surely help them if not me? Why do we try to be among those who help people? Is it that difficult? We were giving extra fare to rickshaw driver but he didn’t ready to take us to the hospital.

My brother told that we should help the accident affectees till the aid comes. Beyond it, we can be trapped in police investigation. What the hell it is? Is a police investigation more important than a human life? And how can we stop helping others with the fear of police inquiry. It is ridiculous. If police causes delay in patient’s treatment, you cause more callous crime by not helping injured people to reach to the hospital. Don’t count yourself beyond them. You are equally responsible for it.

I don’t know what is the procedure of police while handling the accident cases. One thing that should be prioritized in any case that there should be no delay in patient’s treatment.

It is always difficult to accept the ugly face of life but yes i have to. I am the part of this selfish society but it does have some helping people like my brother and me :)

Ahhhh it is so good to feel great hehehe :D

The Motherhood

Well this post was lying in my drafts for a long long time. After reading Postman’s comment on this post, I thought it’s the time to post it throwing away all my hesitation and shyness.

How do you feel when you become a mother? I don’t know because I am not a mother even of a rat. But one thing I feel immense in myself that is ‘Motherhood’. How did it come? I don’t know. From where has it come? I don’t now. When did I start feeling so? I don’t know. But one thing I know definitely that I am feeling motherhood since I got consciousness. I thought a lot about it, a lot. At first, I thought that I am suffering from some kind of psychic disorder. During discussions, I smelt motherhood in all of my friends, cousins and other girls around. But the question persisted why we girls do feel so motherly without becoming mothers. Isn’t it strange? Do these feelings have some link to marriages and so? I attributed it for a long time to delay of marriages.

Then my niece came into the picture. She is the first child of our extended family. My sister was only 19 and I was 17 years old at that time. My sister’s motherhood was understandable but why I was feeling it. I still remember that my hands were shivering and eyes were filled with tears when I first time held her in my arms. I kissed her forehead and she gave me a priceless smile. I was on summer vocations that time. I used to do all her work. She was a very restless soul, kept crying all the night with full volume. My sister was very weak so I had to wake up all the night with the little fairy. You would be amazed to know that she wanted some one to talk with her at mid night. I called her bat that remained alert all night. Hahaha I used to make her lay on myself, telling her little stories, singing lories and poems for her. Everyone used to laugh at me when I stared her for hours while she was sleeping. She and I enjoyed a lot. At that time, I felt that I was the special khala (aunt) who was feeling extraordinary emotional for a little niece. But it was not true. I observed that many of my friends and cousins were doing same for their nieces and nephews. Why? I thought that it might be because they were also feeling motherhood, which was a actually a disorder if they didn’t have their own kids (my stupid thoughts).

Time went on. My motherhood feelings remained alive. I used to hide them, as people might draw some other meanings from it. I might not be able to find all my answers if my niece was not there. She is the only person told me why I feel motherhood.

My niece was getting a big girl day by day. I used to observe each bit of her. What did she like? What not? With whom she wanted to play? What were her favorite toys? I bought her a little doll. She was used to chew her head all the time, which made doll’s face terrible. I remember one very interesting incident. Once my cousin visited us. Her baby boy was two months old and my niece was nine months old at that time. My niece got so much excited to see the little baby. Two three times, she tried to jump on him. When we kept her away, she started crying. Then my cousin put the little boy into my niece’s lap. She stopped crying at once. She held the baby into her arms and kissed his forehead gently. She was smiling like she got a most precious gift. Tears were sparkling in her eyes. She started patting him like a mother pats her kid to sleep. At that time I felt that it was not my niece but I, standing in the hospital’s room, trying to control my tears and kissing the little Cinderella hesitantly. What was the difference between my niece and I? An obvious difference, she was nine month old and I was 17 years. But why she was feeling motherhood at that age? I was shocked to see at that time. She was merely less than one year, a baby herself. My question was half answered.

On her first birthday, she got a blue-eyed doll as present. She named her ‘Noni’ I never understood why she named her Noni (a non Islamic name, of course) and from where she heard it. The doll had a feeder stuck permanently in her hand which my niece used to put into her ever-opened mouth time by time. She had curly hairs, which were combed in each hour. Her mouth was washed on regular basis. Many times, my niece filled doll’s ever-opened mouth with water and doll had to lie under the sun for the whole day. Noni was fully bathroom trained and was used to sleep in the dark room (and we had to switch off the TV). We caught her many times hiding her doll under her shirt posing that she was feeding her doll. It was amazing to observe how much my niece took care of the little doll. She acted like a real mama of the doll. Whenever we visited anyone’s home, Noni accompanied us, as she might get scared of being along at home (according to her mama).

As my niece got older, her motherhood got matured along. The way of taking care of her doll and loving other babies younger than her has changed but it still persisted and would continue.

I am completely answered, completely. No doubt is left. It is only Allah (SWT) who instills motherhood in girls whether they are nine month old or 17 years. Motherhood cannot be created or generated by time. It is inculcated in us by default. We have no control over it. These feelings are uncontrollable whether you are a mother or not. The motherhood comes out properly when a girl becomes a mother. But the feelings of motherhood remain inside whether you become a mother or not. Yes these feelings become intense after becoming a mother (I suppose). So it is not that we girls feel motherhood when we ourselves become mothers. We do feel it since our births. Before kids, motherhood is expressed through different channels. After kids, it gets a proper channel.

Well most of you would suggest that I should have kids now. But frankly speaking my nine years old niece needs babies more than I do.

The second child

Few days back, one of my friends called me up and informed me that her baby was due in just two days (a surprise). She requested me, in fact begged me to suggest her any good name for a baby girl. She needed the name before baby’s birth, as CMH requires names for making babies’ files for its record at the time of birth. It is very difficult to change the name after words once it is filed. Well I don’t know what are the rules and regulations of Army in this respect. But my question was why the parents had got no time to find out any name for their baby. She responded that they did not know the gender of the baby at first place, secondly it was their second child and thirdly she did not want her in-laws to name her second baby too. I could not argue much with her as she was getting so much irritated. So her bezti is still due.

I started preparing a list of names. I loved most of them. She called me again that name should be with ‘D’ or ‘da’. On my objection, she replied that some one (siyana) suggested the letter ‘d’ according to baby’s horoscope. What the hell it is? I have never come across with such superstitious people. It is said that we should call our kids with good names not with horoscope related names. I declined to find out name, but her minnatein smajtein etc etc and that her husband was waiting for My suggested name. I excused by saying that there is no good name with ‘D’. But she remained determined that I would have to do this at any cost. No one in her family had time because of her little sister’s wedding preparation.

I kept on thinking the whole next day about the horoscope thing. It is not digestible for me. I don’t know why people have such baseless notions. I rechecked my list of names. All names were Islamic and very meaningful. Khair she called me again late night and asked about the name. She was going to the hospital at that time. I felt her critical condition. I couldn’t say anything. There was no name in my mind. And I said spontaneously ‘Name her Dua’. She disconnected thankfully. She remained in ICU for two days. I could not go to see her as she was in Pindi. Thank God she got stabled the next day. Both are out of danger now.

She contacted me yesterday. She seemed quite fresh and happy. She conveyed her husband’s thanks to me. He and his parents are quite happy with the name ‘Dua’ and that he was somewhere thinking about this name but could not tell his wife, as he wanted her and her family to name their second child. He was extremely grateful. I myself felt happy and somehow proud that I named a baby. A strange feelings ….of having some credit. hahahaha

But the incident left me with many questions. Why do some people depend on horoscope while selecting babies’ names? Is there any Islamic verdict about it? (I found nothing). Is there any rational logic behind it? Why don’t parents choose their kid’ s name before his/her birth? They can choose both boys’ and girls’ names for safe hand. (My sis and bro-in-law chose my niece name after one month of her birth and they changed it after a year. crazy parents. People were used to ask 'kiya naam hai aaj kal bachi ka'). Is it such a big issue that who should pick a name for the baby? Dad’s family or mom’s family? Is it not their first right and responsibility to choose the names of their kids? And if grandparents choose the name, what’s harm in it? Today’s grandparents are more updated about names.I know some who themselves searched on net for their grand children’s name.

Why parents are not so enthusiastic for the second child? (I am the second child too and I am not sure what my parents actually felt at my birth and whether they had chosen my name before my birth or not. I never bothered about it). I came across to many parents who were not at all curious for their second child and they did have the third child like they finished with a responsilibty. lol :)

The most important question, why don’t Fedex and TCS provide courier facility for methai (sweets)? Damn!

I love this pic :)

Well those who are going to have their second child, do contact me for nice names. My list is still lying idle. And this service would be free of cost.

*Note: Methai excluded.

Decisions

Some decisions are difficult to make and it is more difficult to stick with them.

It seems difficult but not impossible. Impossible is nothing. While taking the decision, we do have the fear that we may not be upto it after some time or the decision may itself be wrong. But when you are sure that your decision is quite sound and rational, you make yourself half satisfied. Half satisfaction depends on your determination and consistency to your decision. Well it's the most difficult part, yes not impossible but difficult. You have to force yourself to be glued to your decision. Not because you are stubborn, it is because your decision would save many people from irreparable loss. It seems difficult at the beginning but then decisions make their own way. In all this struggle, you are the only one who gets emotionally bruised and remain unnoticed but satisfied.

Mehboob

I signed in the blog and started thinking to write some thing but couldn’t find any thing worthy. I was about to log out when a topic abruptly came into my mind and i.e. Mehboob. I know you have started guessing what it could be, the typical mehboob thingy or some thing else. You guys are cheeky hahaha. Let’s see what it is actually.

Before starting the post, some questions should be necessarily answered:

What is the meaning of Mehboob?

It means ‘beloved’ or ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’, etc etc.

Who is Mehboob?

He is a guy :p hehehe

Why I am writing on him?

Well when I was striving hard to find out any topic, he came to me, handed over few papers, smiled with his wide teeth and went away. And I got the topic. Thanks to him. He might have heart attack if learns that i have dedicated one of my post to him.

The Post begins:

Mehboob is a tall and thin guy with ajeeb o ghareeb moustaches. He is very hard working and devoted. He remains active and smiling the whole day. He is very sincere and tries to help everyone beyond his job description. He smiles like a little child who probably have lost his milky teeth. He works in our office as a photocopier. Well other offices do not hire spare individuals for mere photocopy machine but our Org has the honor to decrease the unemployment in the world in this period of employees’ retrenchment by hiring three photocopiers. No no it’s not because our photocopy machines are of lower quality and remain out of order most of the time, it is because our Org wants to do some social work as well, separate of its own dirty business. No other photocopier is worthy to mention but ‘Mehboob’. Now the question would arise in your mind that ‘Why Mehboob is worthy to mention?’ And the answer is because he’s Mehboob, I mean because of his unusual name.

The truth is that I HATE HIS NAME. I HATE HIM JUST BECAUSE OF HIS NAME. What a stupid name he has got? …..and don’t say it is not his fault, his parents might have chosen this name for him but he could, blah blah… I am not going to listen anything…..

Oh God…..you cant imagine how much I find it difficult to call him when I need him. Errr…. imagine, I am standing in the middle of the floor and calling him ‘Mehbooooob’ and he comes with a big smile on his face. His smile irritates me. It seems that he enjoys on calling with this name especially by the girls. Damn it! Can you believe we have also a person with the name ‘Dildaar’. Thank God he is not in my department.

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Sometimes names create chaos. We come across many names, which make us confused to understand whether the person is male, or a female. I mean what’s the logic behind choosing such type of names. Parent get so much excited while choosing the names for their kids. They try to find out any unusual name. I can understand their excitement but why other innocent people have to pay for their excitement and unusualness. Jump to the third port of the post.

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We occasionally arrange training programs and workshops for the skill development. Certificates and shields are distributed in such programs. In one of such program, we faced a terrible situation just because of a confusing name. On the day of workshop, an angry gentleman was shouting on my assistant and the poor assistant was in miserable condition. The matter came to me:

Me: What happened Sir?

He: what you people are doing here? Are you professionals?

Me: Sir! May I ask what wrong we have done?

He: Is he assisting you?

Me: Yes

He: So you are the real responsible. See my certificate (he showed me his certificate), it tells me I am a female.

I saw the certificate glimmering the name “Saria” and then I looked at that 6’2 ft tall man. What could I say? I can’t tell you how much my uncontrollable smile had cost me.

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