USA, Facebook and Pets

USA seems to me like a big facebook, with happy faces and apparently no worries. They are crazy about Facebook and pets. Both capture major part of an average American's life. They love to talk about their pets in their day to day life as well as on Facebook. 90% of their status would be about their pets. Most of them would put their pets' pictures as their profile pictures. They would name human names to their pets. If you would visit any American family who has pet, and you would ask about their kids only and not about their pet, they would get a chance to hate you forever. Hence, they give same status to their pets and kids.

Crackle

Wife (to husband): Gimme a glass of water!

Husband (with chin up): I? NO.... I am a Man!

Wife: I know but nothing can happen now sweetheart. You have to accept this problem!!!

P.S. Dumb wives are blessing! 

Need of the hour :)

Girls, see this video at least twice a day:




Few of the tacts were so hilarious. It is really a fun watch. It reminded  me the incident that happened to me. I should learn and practice few of these tactics before coming back to Pak :P

P.S: Remember, twice a day!!!

Economics and Porn

Scene: I was discussing about the class we just had with a bunch of class mates.

He (a white guy):  So what do you think of today's lecture?

I: Well today's lecture was pretty good. I think he has started explaining things more in detail....blah blah.........but I am still confused about the concepts of homotheticity and homogeneity. Can you explain the difference?

He: Well I dont remember their exact definition but I can tell which production function is homothetic and which is homogeneous by looking at it. It's same like I cannot present the definition of porn but I can differentiate it among the other plain stuff by watching it.

P.S. Life becomes little bit complicated with a half broken tooth :(

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 :(

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 

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

: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 

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)

I wish I had a wife

Sounds odd? but that's what I am.

Since I have started working and have to manage both work and home at the same time, I feel of being deprived of a wife. Means what wrong I have done that I have been deprived of a wife. Just because I am myself a women and I can only become someone's wife but cannot have my own wife? It's unfair, utterly unfair.

The sense of deprivation is getting me over day by day, especially when I see my male colleagues being babied by their wives. Why these dumb males have been bestowed with the comfort of wives?

Life would have been so easy and sweet if  I also had a wife. I would wake up with the enchanting voice of my wife (not with the bitter alarm of my cell). Bathroom would welcome me with the warm water and towel and other things placed rightly (not that I would have to scream from the bathroom 'who the hell has taken my beauty soap), hence she would guard all my stuff from the unseen invaders. My dress for the office would wait for me outside, neatly ironed and hanged. She would keep ready my hand bag with all required things and never forget to put the mobile in it (damn! I sometimes forget it at home and find no one to blame for it). The yummy breakfast with hot cup of tea would cherish my mood further. When I would leave the home for office, she would hand over to me the lunch box which I would share with my colleagues and accept their appreciation wholeheartedly for the delicious meal. She would call me in office to ask if I need something special at dinner.

When I would reach home she would receive me with the evening tea and snacks (I would prefer baigan k pakoray and cheese sandwitch). She would ask me about my day and I would tell her how hectic the day was. She would offer to give me massage which I would accept hesitantly (seemingly :P . Dont bring bad thoughts in your mind aray bhai I get tired of sitting in front of computer all the day. Otherwise i am straight :P ). Then she would serve me with the appetizingly tasty dinner and also the kahwa afterwords. She would do all the dishwashing, reset the kitchen and would put all leftovers in refrigerator (I hate when I am in bed and my mom calls me to put leftovers in fridge). She would insist me to sleep early because I would have to go to office the next day and working is supposed to be chaotic (no need to hear from mom 'dont leave your work for tomorrow). How peaceful my life would have been if I had a wife? Alas! I am a woman and born to give comfort to others, not to be comforted.

It's the only disadvantage of being a girl. ahhhh With this deep sigh, I would sign off.

Hold on, if I had a wife, I didn't need to type this long post. I would say aloud and she would type the post and would also read out others' blogs. wah wah.

So off off with this scholastic note "No life without wife".

A Flashback

My mom is very fond of watching dramas. I have to watch some of them with her. I didn't remember the name of the drama but Maria Wasti was doing some terrible acting in a play. No strong story, no attractive scene, no impressive cast, what has actually done with our dramas.

I started recalling some of the very old dramas. God! I still remember stories of many of the. I came to my system and started checking few of them on Youtube. There are few dramas which I can never forget. I want to share my favourite with you:








I just love this scene mostly and the script is awesome:

Act Dumb!

Part 1: 

On another day, we girls were discussing on a Blog that 'Acting Dumb' saves you from many hassles. Being a working lady, you have to live and survive in a male dominated work environment where males are joking and kidding around and they may roll you in it. If you respond their kidding positively, you are trapped. Then each time, they would try to crack jokes around you and expect appreciation from you in form of smile or laugh even on their dumb and ‘basement’ (means literally lower) type jokes. The spontaneous and seldom smiling is some thing natural. It does not create any problem.


So the technique “Act dumb” is a very safe way of getting rid of these kinds of kidding. If you like the joke, enjoy it inside but act dumb through your facial expressions. Men would think of you Jenny (hehe) and would avoid cracking jokes in front of you. It may hurt your image of intelligent lady but believe you me it may save you from many problems, especially the meaningful talk which your colleagues actually intend to make YOU listen.

Beside all these tactics, sometimes you have to listen and respond to others. In my private life, I speak spontaneously without giving any second thought (actually first thought) to what I am saying. But in my professional life, I have to think before speaking. And whenever I try to think first (most difficult task), I lose the chance of responding appropriately and timely and when the moment is passed, many possible answers come in my mind. It always happens to me. Hence, it’s useless to think whether it’s before and after saying anything.

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Everyone likes to be appreciated. I don’t deny the human nature. But I don’t know why I feel so awkward when someone praises me. I feel more happy when people appreciate my work and nature but it turns out embarrassing when it comes to my appearance or all. I mean I like to dress decently but when someone praises my dressing, I get annoyed and it becomes clearly visible from my facial expressions. I mean if I don’t want to be appreciated, then why the hell I dress and present myself so well. I think I also have a dual personality. Since I have started working, I could not make myself used to such appreciation and I admit my inability I to hide my expressions as well. My fierce expressions stop people from complimenting in future. But still it’s a problem for me. I don’t digest blunt and direct, even indirect compliments on ME. And when I don’t like compliments so I cannot say thanks in response, bad etiquette. In fact, I am learning what to say at such moments keeping the distance and the reserveness of my behavior.

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The speechless moments are numerous and I think they are on rise. Does it mean I have started thinking? Don’t know but I think I am getting quiet by the passing time. was it a dumb joke? Khair I don’t have any thing worthy to write upon so I decided to recall some of my Speechless Moments. Oh “Speechless Moments” can be a good title of this post. Errrr…..I thought again after writing/saying something.

So here they are:

My Boss always needs briefing before any meeting regarding the previous meeting. Hai koi baat...Don’t know why he always forgets what was discussed in the last meeting even attending the meeting in full consciousness. There was a meeting regarding one of my projects, so I was called in his office. Another brother colleague was also sitting there silently. I started my briefing and Boss started refreshing his memory by saying “haan yaad aiya”. I paused for picking some other points, while boss pointed out towards the brother colleague:

Boss: What’s wrong with you? You look so tired today.
B. C: Do I? (he looked at me and sought my approval and I ‘Acted Dumb’)
Boss: Yes it’s evident from your eyes, same as her eyes show that she is a quite naughty girl but she tries to hide it a lot (he directly pointed out towards me).
B. C: You are right my daughter was ill and I had to stay awake all night. And you are also right on the second point.

Now both started looking at me and got speechless.

Boss: Am I right?
I: No, I am not naughty. (I said with an expressionless face).
Boss: No I cannot be wrong (I know you are a Boss). I judge people rightly. You know I taught for 10 years. I can read faces and eyes of kids. And your eyes are opposite to your composed nature.
I: No ….(pause)….actually…..hmmm……(thinking what to say) ….So I was telling you that no major decision was made in the last meeting (I handed over a paper to him).

Boss stared at me for few seconds, and then at bro colleague, both smiled and he took the paper from my hand.

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One of the sis colleagues called me in her cabin when she was sitting with a bro colleague:

She: Hey! give us a second please!
I: What's the matter? (I stopped there)

She: Check his eyes (she pointed towards him)
I: What?
She: Did you notice some wrinkles around his eyes?

Now he started looking at me with the desire to listen some comments from me.

I: hmmm….(pause)…err….(I looked at the paper in my hand)....actually....I don’t understand what do you want to listen?
She: Oho I was actually advising him to get married now (she’s is married and she cannot see singles roaming around). Isn’t he getting old?

I saw him, then the paper, then her, paper, him, tube light, her, peon, paper, her, table, paper, him…….oh God. In this whole time, he was seeing me like he would force me to say some thing for his wrinkled eyes. Damn! he was enjoying my situation.

I thought it better to slip from the scene.

I heard her saying at my back “oho mai bhi kis say poochnay bheit gai jis nay shaid apni shakal bhi mirror mai sahi terhan naa dekhi ho. Listen to me! I am telling you it’s the right time for getting married… :(

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Once I wore a beautiful kolhapuri chappal. I still love it. It's of pink color with a big stone on it surrounded by some embroidery. But once a colleague praised the chappal with “it actually suits in your feet”. I never wore that chappal again. 

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I was arguing with a colleague:

I: Actually my point of view is that we need not to define each and every thing in SOPs. Some thing should remain in black and white. 

He: I agree with you but.....can you please clean lipstick from your teeth! 

I never used lipstick since then. Mom was informing me that all lipsticks have been frozen in the refrigerator. She was threatening me to give all to the maid.... :(

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To be continued...

Advices on sale!

Some give really interesting and funny suggestions for convincing my father. And I literally enjoy all even in such a stress.

A friend: Agar abba nai mantay tu kalaiyan (writs) kaat lay!!
Me: Kis ki? :D

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Another: Run away from home. I will arrange every thing.
Me: The boy too naa with whom I will elope :P . It would be embarrassing when people come to know that I would have to run away all alone. So arrange a cupid (imagining the horse on the back of my hero.... errr....(damn my love for horses)... my hero on the back  of the horse and i behind him (not horse) holding him with one of my hands and holding a trunk with the other....all jewelry in it....and running away..... taka tuk taka tuk....to the US for study....how romantic)

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Nani: Marry any cyber friend in US.

Me: I wonder if you would accept me doing a gay marriage because all my cyber friends in US are females :P

Nani: dafa durrr!!!

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And sometimes there's no solid reason...

:D :D

yeah trapped completely

Well you can expect every thing from children.


It reminds me an interesting incident. Long time ago, my nani got a severe back injury and doctors advised her to sit only on the lawn chair, dont know why. Our lawn chairs were some how like these:

Those were made of iron completely and were very delicate and stylish. Their shape was slightly easy than those of in the pic above. So my nani used to grab her chair every where. Even the chair accompanied her in the TV room too.

Bari ammi was quite bulky those days (she is very weak now. May God bless her with healthy life). We were used to call her 'bari ammi'. At that time, I used to believe that every person has two mothers, one mama and the other is bari ammi. Once my friend told me about her nani. And I asked bari ammi innocently 'who is our nani?' She still laughs whenever she remembers that.

Khair i was telling you the incident. We all were watching a drama on PTV (the only channel then). Nani was as usual sitting on her lawn chair. AZ (my bro) was just 6 to 7 years old then. He used to wander one room to another whenever we watched any play. He didn't have any interest in dramas. So as the routine excersice, he tried to flee from there. As TV room was khacha khach full, so he tried to escape by crawling under nani's chair. We didn't notice that. Suddenly Nani screamed 'aaaahnnn' , followed the voice of 'kharchtchtch'. The delicate supporting rode under the chair was broken and nani was on AZ. She tried but couldn't stand up. AZ was brutally trapped under the broken chair with heavy duty nani on it. I still remember his moti moti eyes were getting more moti. We were trying to help nani in raising up but she had the severe back ache and mama was trying to pull AZ's legs. Fortunately papa was home. He reached there and with great strength lifted nani up in his arms and set AZ free. hahaha......Papa was asking AZ 'what were you doing under the chair?' He replied after correcting his breath 'mai tu dosray room mai ja raha tha' (I was going to the other room). Papa responded angrily: 'I didn't know this way also goes to the other room'. Whenever we recall the incident, dont know why AZ gets embarrassed. hehehe :)

Self tagged: So You know you're Pakistani when ...

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Creative3Sixty! you should in fact Tag your post to others. Anyhow, I am doing it by myself now. My post is an addition to yours.

So I feel myself true Pakistani when ...

• Shopkeeper begs me to leave the shop for such heinous bargaining.
• I go to attend the wedding ceremonies just for eating numerous dishes specially sweet dishes.
• I must go to bazaar for changing the stuff which I buy a day before.
• My mom always disapproves my looks by saying: ‘Sar jhaar mun phaar’.
• I throw wrappers on roads.
• I crave to eat paratha in breakfast, in lunch and in dinner too. Hehehehe (secret of my health)
• In all family functions, I am pinched by my mom ‘See! how much your cousins look good’.
• I start my each day with ‘Yes I will finish it today’ and ends each day with 'It's not that important. Can be delayed for tomorrow'.
• I feel it difficult rather impossible to complement any girl.
• My mother says ‘your tongue runs like a seizers’. Means qenchi ki terhan zuban chalti hai. Additionally kiya banay ga tera aglay ghar jaa kar. (In fact kiya banay ga aglay ghar walun ka)
• My brother tries to beat each and every male who tries to scan me.
• I smell Aalo gobi, aalo matar, aalo ghoosht, aalo ki bhujia, aalo qeema, aalo gajar, etc.
• Shopkeepers calls me ‘guriya’, ‘baji’, ‘behna’ and I don’t enter the shop whose shopkeeper calls me auntie. (damn)
• ‘Your parents are panicking’ why your age-fellow cousin got married before you.
• All suspects me when I tell my age.
• All shopkeepers, vendors, milkmen, postman, sweeper, drivers, etc are uncles.
• All male class fellows and cousins are brothers until you get married to anyone of them.
• On addition of each kg in my weight, I say, “don’t know why I am gaining weight. It might be some disorder”.
• Leaders are always corrupt and disloyal.
• Each summer and winter are used to be more severe than previous.

I would love if anyone wants to tag it to himself as I did without Creative3Sixty's approval.

There is no need to stand still and strainght for a mere snap