He wanted me to become his Bhabhi

Yea it’s weird but it happened. Don’t know why and how.

Khair I have decided to speak it out so that my stomach gets released.

It’s been three years that I am working in the same organization. This place is very dynamic in nature. Dynamic work and dynamic people who keep on changing every second. In these people there is an amazing guy who is top of everyone in every thing. He is almost 15 years senior to me. He is happened to be against everyone by default, means not for any sure reasons. He does not lie in anyone’s good book. It was disclosed to me when the time of my confirmation came that he was also against me. He tried a lot to impede not only my confirmation but also the two of my friends’ working here. We even got the termination letter which was further suspended by the President himself. Later president confirmed us calling explanation of all such basters involved in this case.

Khair it was the long story. But I want to make it very clear that we have had very cold relationship. It’s in my nature not to interfere in others’ affairs and to confine myself in my own boundary. But he tried a lot to confront me at all level and made a lot of baseless complaints against me (It came into my knowledge after a long time). Although I was not called for any explanation even for a single time. He is very rigid in his views about females especially working ladies. He is used to taunt female colleagues khullam khulla.

Just three months back, he suddenly became very polite to me. He started saying hello-hi (we were not on hello-hi terms). He started trying to discuss any thing with me. More shockingly, he started appreciating my attitude and my working at all fronts. Like: ‘she is very nice. She is sincere to her work’. Even he said: ‘She knows that sometimes I got harsh on her but she always dealt me respectfully. She never said NO to any work I assigned her’. And each time I was there with my statement ‘that’s what I am paid for’. (Nahi tu I wanted to fix your skull). He added; ‘itni achi bachi hai I am observing her since the beginning and I never saw any thing objectionable in her’. I might have heart attack on this statement.

Then he started saying that we should start family terms, and that we should visit each others’ homes, etc etc. I smartly ignored all of his suggestions and kept on my cold behavior. Once he asked my home address and told him pretty vague that he would have been lost if he ever followed it. After all these fruitless efforts, he finally contacted one of my senior female colleagues and put his case in her court.

He had sent his brother’s proposal for me. I didn’t understand what he had actually thought of me that I would forget every thing and would be fainted with joy on such a big opportunity. Damn it!!

My colleague convinced me to think about it. His brother might be different from him as he is well educated, in fact foreign qualified, and (he asked my colleague to present his brother’s qualification boastfully), on good government job.

I forgot to tell one of his hobby that is peeri mureedi. He is very much involved in taweez gandas. I heard him threatening some of the colleagues ‘tum tu meri aik phoonk ki maar ho dekhna aik hi amal se seedha kar dun ga’. And I heard that his family is also attached with some peers.

I discussed it with my mother and put the entire scenario in front of her. She refused it and advised me to stay away from him. Although I had already conveyed him my refusal.

So the matter was closed as what I thought.

He remained angry and threw some furious looks for sometime. He was transferred to another department after committing some misconduct. I thanked God that story was over.

But I don’t know what has come in his mind now as he has again started hello-hi. Despite of my very cold and rough behavior, he still comes and asks my haal chaal. Sometimes I feel like he comes for some ‘phoonks’.

I am very scared kahein mijhay mana hi naa lay :P

No one knows in office about this. I am bit scared what he would have told others about the whole story after giving a heavy buttering dose. He’s expert in exaggeration.

Any suggestion to cope with this problem!

Tip for running three miles a day

I ran three miles today. Finally I said, "Lady take your purse."

Emo Phillips

'Show me the meaning' by Backstreet Boys

I am not that crazy about music. But it's been 8 yrs and so, this song is still alive in my song list:

Show me the meaning of being lonely
So many words for the broken heart
It's hard to see in a crimson love
So hard to breathe
Walk with me, and maybe
Nights of light so soon become
Wild and free I could feel the sun
Your every wish will be done
They tell me

Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart

Life goes on as it never ends
Eyes of stone observe the trends
They never say forever gaze upon me
Guilty roads to an endless love (endless love)
There's no control
Are you with me now?
Your every wish will be done
They tell me

There's nowhere to run
I have no place to go
Surrender my heart, body, and soul
How can it be
You're asking me
To feel the things you never show

You are missing in my heart
Tell me why I can't be there where you are

Letter to Mr. Khaled Hosseini - Author 'The Kite Runner'

Mr. Khaled Hosseini
Author,
The Kite Runner,
USA.

Subject: The Kite Runner - An Exaggerated Drama

Dear Mr. Hosseini,

It is to inform you that I have recently gone through your Novel 'The Kite Runner'. I really appreciate your efforts to write such a great Novel which is happened to be a big hit. I understand that people do have their own reasons to like it and those guys who have made a film on it must have found someting extraordinary in it. But after reading it, I am unable to find out that 'wow' factor. I feel like you have ruined the whole momentum with your own pen.

I am not saying that it is a bad written novel. It is really a remarkable piece of literature. I can also understand how much it is difficult to write more than 500 pages and to drag the story till the 500th page while you can finish it on 25oth page. I can understand the pressure of your publishers. They are such morons.

I can also understand that you are an Asian who are happened to be more emotional and dramatic than people living out of Aisa.

But honestly speaking, there was no need to create such a big drama. Everything was going fine, I mean incredible, till the return of Amir from USA. But the secrets that Rahim Khan discloses to Amir are seemed to me like a litte over-writing stuff. As some actors in subcontinent like Shah Rukh Khan are used to do over-acting, you give the impression of over-writing. I would have still liked it if you do not show that Hassan is Amir's half brother. No need of that. If you were struck with another story before finishing this novel, you may write another novel for it. You have just broken the whole magic of the novel. But I still like it. It's an interesting and appealing Novel.

Next time, do not try to be an Over-writer like Shah Rukh Khan (an over actor).

Keep the good work on.

With regards bhabhi ko salam,

Your sincerely,

RebellionCrap :)

I wish...

I just wish to lie down on one of the benches and see the falling of leaves. The leaves will soon be dried and will scream when anyone steps on them. They actually mourn on how they have to leave the branches. It is always difficult to abscond from your roots.

Gur walay chawal

Since someone had reminded me gur walay chawal, I was dying to eat them. My mother does not make sweet dishes good (sorry mum u know I am blunt). So each time, I have to make effort for sweet dishes. Some times I think that she intentionally does so for forcing me to enter the kitchen. Anyhow, I was not in mood of cooking. I wanted to enjoy ready -made gur walay chawal (I doubt if any hotel serves them). I requested phupho whose specialty is gur walay chawal (according to papa) to make them for me. I was begging her and she was convincing me to cook them myself. I was about to win in this argument when papa reached there. I became silent suddenly as I know that he likes gur walay chawal alot and he would also insist me too for cooking. Only phupho was happy as she got another supporter. When she started telling him the whole story, I found it safe to ask her the recipe. I listened the recipe carefully assuring myself that I wont miss any thing.

So when I reached home yesterday from office, all ingredients were waiting for me in the kitchen. And papa was saying 'beta cheezien zaia hi karo gi, Phupho ko hi dey ao bananay k liay'. It struck my ego and self respect and I said confidently 'ye banana koi mushkil nai hein aur aik do dafa kharab karun gi tu hi bananay aien gay'. So I moved on.

There was no written recipe and I was over confident that I wont forget any thing and any step. The most difficult thing for me always is to go through the dirty rice. Papa never bring the packed cleaned rice. Mom always cleans them for me. I feel it wastage of time to investigate each dana. But yesterday mom refused to clean them by saying 'aglay ghar ja kar kiya gulam rakho gi chawal chunanay k liaye' . Me” 'tu aap hi jahez mai do teen boriyan de dena naa achi terhan chunn kar'. Mom: 'Dheet kahein ki, khud karo'. So I had to do each and every thing by myself, no external help. Measure the quantity of required water, melted gur in it, cleaned rice and poured rice in the boiled gur walay water. Every thing was going well. Water was about to dry when I realized that I forgot to pour oil. Oh shit. I cursed myself for missing such an important ingredient. I switched of the stove and took two three rounds in kitchen in nervousness. Mom called from the room 'dam par rakh diye?' Me: 'bas rakhnay lagi hoon'., Two three ideas came into my mind to handle the situation. One to pour the oil on the rice now; second to stir the oil first with cardamom (which I also forgot hehehe) and then pour it into the rice. I went with the second one. During the implementation of my plan, water in rice went almost dried. I poured the stirred oil in it and tried to mix it all without smashing the rice but all in vain. Rice turned out to be ghuppa aur some thing like paphpa. I put them for dum and waited 15 minutes. I did not want to uncover them but had to. They turned out to be very loving rice hugging with each other so tightly. I had to put effort like a zalim smaaj to split them from each other. Taste was not bad, although sugar was lesser and color was also little dim. I wished to hide them that papa and bhai could not reach them. But I found it hard to hide such a big daigcha. I wished papa would forget to ask about rice but my all wishes do not come true. Papa came straight from office to kitchen asking 'kiya bana?'. And I slipped from the kitchen saying 'ban gaye hein mai zara abhi ati hoon'. At night Papa gave me Rs. 10/- for making such delicious gur walay chawal. I was shocked and tried to guess from his face was he making my fun or he was serious. He is used to appreciate the worstest things I cook just for my encouragement. But his repeatedly plate refilling showed me that he was damn serious. Ignoring my requests, he also sent a bowl to Phophu also. I kept the ten-rupee note carefully with the beautiful notion that someday I would turn to be best in cooking.

Do you like Gur walay chawal?

Snatch a view

Damn! I couldn't get any pic of Imran Khan, the great Leader ;p