'Hum bhool jayen gay woh yadain sabhi...
Woh rangon se saji huee jo dunya thee kabhi...'
Noori - Aarzoo
A must-listen-to song...
Friday, September 30, 2005
Sunday, September 25, 2005
When is it really over?
Don't tell me that it's over and expect me to understand. Did you really hope that the fact that you're being honest about it, would really be of any consolation to me? It's all very cliched really. Childish and cliched. My entire life has been the very essence of the word 'cliche'.
Kill the beast inside, that wants to lock you in...
My love is my obsession... your hate, my only sin
And another one...
Before is better left behind,
Instead it is just me..
Taken the place of yesterday
Pain becomes me
Donned and dressed in tattered rags
Behold forever, the new me
For every now and every then...
Dramatized reality
Over the course of these few years, many tears and those uncountable times I compromised for you... did you ever even notice for a second, the emotions I was capable of feeling? Did you think that the only relationship that ever existed between two people could be only of 'love'? That 'cliched' word again? Heh... you were badly mistaken.
The spectrum of my emotions has a million colors more than those that could ever be made to exist in your 2 dimensional prism of black and white.
How many times have you told me it's over... the way a relationship is over, the way a boy and a girl say 'it's over' and walk away from each other content that for the first time in their lives they have done something, taken a stand for what they believed in instead of falling prey to that dangerous word they call 'compromise'? God forbid, you should ever have to compromise, right? God forbid it should be you who has to cry a river of tears and wipe each one away on your own, simply because you can not expect the other person to do what you are so good at... compromising. You belong to a different world, I tried to make you a part of mine because you were so dear to me that I never even noticed that we were made from different materials... you from dust and I, from stardust. I am 10 times the person you could ever even hope to be. Because I am capable of feeling things that you do not even know exist in the blackness of your starless sky of emotions! I am capable of seeing through every effing lie, every pretentious laugh, every dramatic goodbye, all the shit that you gave to me all these years.... I am capable of it because I am not black and white. I can be rainbowy and I can be gray... but I can not be black and white. There is more to life for me than relationships, tears, marriage and 'laav'! Fuck love.
Did you really think that I would not see the hatred in your eyes? Hatred. Hate is a strong word. A word most people think they know the meaning of, but never really can or will. That hate, the hate that only I have seen... was the only emotion I ever saw in your eyes. Apart from lust? Greed? Temptation? It was the only emotion worth noticing in the shallow non-depths of your cold, unseeing eyes.
Like I said... The spectrum of my emotions has a million colors more than those that could ever be made to exist in your 2 dimensional prism of black and white.
I am not from your world. You can never be from mine. Be gone.
Kill the beast inside, that wants to lock you in...
My love is my obsession... your hate, my only sin
And another one...
Before is better left behind,
Instead it is just me..
Taken the place of yesterday
Pain becomes me
Donned and dressed in tattered rags
Behold forever, the new me
For every now and every then...
Dramatized reality
Over the course of these few years, many tears and those uncountable times I compromised for you... did you ever even notice for a second, the emotions I was capable of feeling? Did you think that the only relationship that ever existed between two people could be only of 'love'? That 'cliched' word again? Heh... you were badly mistaken.
The spectrum of my emotions has a million colors more than those that could ever be made to exist in your 2 dimensional prism of black and white.
How many times have you told me it's over... the way a relationship is over, the way a boy and a girl say 'it's over' and walk away from each other content that for the first time in their lives they have done something, taken a stand for what they believed in instead of falling prey to that dangerous word they call 'compromise'? God forbid, you should ever have to compromise, right? God forbid it should be you who has to cry a river of tears and wipe each one away on your own, simply because you can not expect the other person to do what you are so good at... compromising. You belong to a different world, I tried to make you a part of mine because you were so dear to me that I never even noticed that we were made from different materials... you from dust and I, from stardust. I am 10 times the person you could ever even hope to be. Because I am capable of feeling things that you do not even know exist in the blackness of your starless sky of emotions! I am capable of seeing through every effing lie, every pretentious laugh, every dramatic goodbye, all the shit that you gave to me all these years.... I am capable of it because I am not black and white. I can be rainbowy and I can be gray... but I can not be black and white. There is more to life for me than relationships, tears, marriage and 'laav'! Fuck love.
Did you really think that I would not see the hatred in your eyes? Hatred. Hate is a strong word. A word most people think they know the meaning of, but never really can or will. That hate, the hate that only I have seen... was the only emotion I ever saw in your eyes. Apart from lust? Greed? Temptation? It was the only emotion worth noticing in the shallow non-depths of your cold, unseeing eyes.
Like I said... The spectrum of my emotions has a million colors more than those that could ever be made to exist in your 2 dimensional prism of black and white.
I am not from your world. You can never be from mine. Be gone.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
;)
*sings*
Hope rides onnnnn
But I’ll go anywhere
Yes, I’ll go anyyyywhere with you
Tiiiime has gone
But I’ll go anywherrre
Yes, I’ll go anyyywherrre with you
Delicious! Life is just yummy (:
Hope rides onnnnn
But I’ll go anywhere
Yes, I’ll go anyyyywhere with you
Tiiiime has gone
But I’ll go anywherrre
Yes, I’ll go anyyywherrre with you
Delicious! Life is just yummy (:
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Last semester blues
I've got the last semester blues. Not the kind that are heart-wrenching cries of woe concerned with leaving the university where it allll begannnn... but more on the lines of, why didn't I study for 3 years and how do I fit everything I need to know now into just 5 courses! Ugh!
Managerial Accounting or Strategic Marketing?
What is up with majoring in something? I think I've majored in everything by accident, and no one even noticed.. not even me, till now! Matlab kay... koi help hee karday.
Managerial Accounting or Strategic Marketing?
What is up with majoring in something? I think I've majored in everything by accident, and no one even noticed.. not even me, till now! Matlab kay... koi help hee karday.
Born again
An unwanted child.
A child that was not supposed to be conceived. When conceived, it was decided it had to be a boy. Everyone had decided what they wanted him to be, what he would be called, how much they would love him and spoil him. 9 months were spent anticipating the birth of this more-than-welcome accidental conception, simply because he would be a boy and a boy always meant happiness in those days.
He was born.
He was not a boy.
He was she...
She was disappointment.
She was me.
A child that was not supposed to be conceived. When conceived, it was decided it had to be a boy. Everyone had decided what they wanted him to be, what he would be called, how much they would love him and spoil him. 9 months were spent anticipating the birth of this more-than-welcome accidental conception, simply because he would be a boy and a boy always meant happiness in those days.
He was born.
He was not a boy.
He was she...
She was disappointment.
She was me.
Self discovery
I noticed a very strange side to my personality today. It made me realize why the opinions of the population of people who know me vary so drastically from one extreme to the other. Either they hate me to the core of their everloving hearts... or they love me with all they have (and wish they had, at times).
I have a strange Jekyll and Hyde personality (is that how you spell it by the way?!). When I talk, I've been told my eyes light up and you can see the happiness in them... the animation, in everything I say and do.... because I do it with that certain flair of excitement that gets me completely engrossed and overly enthusiastic about everything I do. At the same time, there'll be a million and one thoughts running through my head... most of them, not so happy after all. Let's start with an example. Monday morning was my first day at uni after summer hols... I had the time of my life... things were going great... I was my usual, grinning self with all the right words to say and all the attitude that came with being a happy, self-satisfied person. The same night, a wave of depression hit me and I began to cry...... cry like I've never cried before... complete with hiccups, red nose and emphatic noises (yup, not a very pretty picture if you've seen me without all that lol).
I'm bored... I don't want to write anymore... Good night (:
I have a strange Jekyll and Hyde personality (is that how you spell it by the way?!). When I talk, I've been told my eyes light up and you can see the happiness in them... the animation, in everything I say and do.... because I do it with that certain flair of excitement that gets me completely engrossed and overly enthusiastic about everything I do. At the same time, there'll be a million and one thoughts running through my head... most of them, not so happy after all. Let's start with an example. Monday morning was my first day at uni after summer hols... I had the time of my life... things were going great... I was my usual, grinning self with all the right words to say and all the attitude that came with being a happy, self-satisfied person. The same night, a wave of depression hit me and I began to cry...... cry like I've never cried before... complete with hiccups, red nose and emphatic noises (yup, not a very pretty picture if you've seen me without all that lol).
I'm bored... I don't want to write anymore... Good night (:
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
Hello...
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
There'll be no more -- Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working.
Good. That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts:
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick. [ping]
There'll be no more -- Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working.
Good. That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Satrangi
As usual, another blog inspired me to write on this. Makes me wonder if I really have even an inkling of a brain left in there. A big black hole where my mind used to be... help...
So according to this blog I visited recently in my search-for-better-bloggers... I came across a piece that shed light on the meaning of 'Satrangi' in Arabic Literature. Turns out that satrangi is actually the way the phenomenon of love is classified into 7 different categories (as opposed to our own theory of satrangi meaning the 7 colors of something or the other).
Hub - Attraction
Uns - Infatuation
Ishq - Love
Aqeedat - Reverence (respect)
Ibaadat - Worship
Junoon - Obsession
Maut - Death
And so, one begins to ponder over how easily the Arabs have put attraction, infatuation, reverence, worship, obsession and death all into one word that classifies the different stages of love right? After I entered my teens... reached the age where I became aware of that word, the phenomena and everything else that goes with it... I was forced to believe (either by myself, or by someone else) that attraction, infatuation, worship, obsession... and all that, are different... possibly lower forms of emotion and feeling than the supreme love. Always.. and I do mean always, I fought that internal battle inside me whenever I felt one of the above... thinking no, that can't be right... everything starts with attraction... everything leads to infatuation... its whether it gets past that stage that determines whether you're really in love or not.
This philosophy is new, and beautiful to me. It makes me feel less like a sinner... and more like a human being to know this. It's not hard to guess why..
So according to this blog I visited recently in my search-for-better-bloggers... I came across a piece that shed light on the meaning of 'Satrangi' in Arabic Literature. Turns out that satrangi is actually the way the phenomenon of love is classified into 7 different categories (as opposed to our own theory of satrangi meaning the 7 colors of something or the other).
Hub - Attraction
Uns - Infatuation
Ishq - Love
Aqeedat - Reverence (respect)
Ibaadat - Worship
Junoon - Obsession
Maut - Death
And so, one begins to ponder over how easily the Arabs have put attraction, infatuation, reverence, worship, obsession and death all into one word that classifies the different stages of love right? After I entered my teens... reached the age where I became aware of that word, the phenomena and everything else that goes with it... I was forced to believe (either by myself, or by someone else) that attraction, infatuation, worship, obsession... and all that, are different... possibly lower forms of emotion and feeling than the supreme love. Always.. and I do mean always, I fought that internal battle inside me whenever I felt one of the above... thinking no, that can't be right... everything starts with attraction... everything leads to infatuation... its whether it gets past that stage that determines whether you're really in love or not.
This philosophy is new, and beautiful to me. It makes me feel less like a sinner... and more like a human being to know this. It's not hard to guess why..
Blog bliss baybee
I never write in a normal sized font.... why? I don't know why... I'm asking you, idiot.. :/
I'm sitting here searching randomly for blogs worth reading, and all of a sudden I came across so many that I couldn't copy-paste them fast enough into my lists of 'Thought provokers and interesting blogs'... or the 'Other insanity purges like my own' list..! Aaah, blog bliss baybee! ;) There is hopppppe yet for intellect in this worlddd...... to find people who KNOW what they're talking about.... or so deliciously, do NOT know what they're talking about that it just doesn't even matter at the end of the day! :) I r onnnne happy blogger bayBeE!
I'm sitting here searching randomly for blogs worth reading, and all of a sudden I came across so many that I couldn't copy-paste them fast enough into my lists of 'Thought provokers and interesting blogs'... or the 'Other insanity purges like my own' list..! Aaah, blog bliss baybee! ;) There is hopppppe yet for intellect in this worlddd...... to find people who KNOW what they're talking about.... or so deliciously, do NOT know what they're talking about that it just doesn't even matter at the end of the day! :) I r onnnne happy blogger bayBeE!
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Superman
Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do
And nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
-- Lifehouse - You and Me
I can already predict that this is going to be the most absurd of any piece ever written by the likes of me *grins*, I can feel it in my bones... but oh well... here goes....
I am broken. I am at a stage in my ever-evolving distress-scenarios of life where I need a rescuer... someone who will whizz me away on a jet plane far far away from the cruel remarks and bitter remorse of the world... someone who will save me... who will pick up all the scattered pieces of me... some of which will be impossible to retrieve... someone who will love me for every piece he picks up and embellishes with his own name. Someone who will fill up those missing pieces himself instead of trying to find them amongst the shattered ones that lay on the ground beneath where I once was.
I was once alive. I had a life, dreams, faith, hope... and above all, a personality. Now.. I just don't. Maybe the change in my style of writing can reflect all that I'm saying. Maybe it could more simply be explained by describing the key very-moving personalities in my life...
I know a boy with the eyes of an angel.. a soul that was embraced by one... and a voice no less than that which belongs only in dreams. If it were possible in any way to hear, see or touch a dream, it would sound, look and feel like him and him alone. A boy who knows everything... knows me... touches me to the depths further than others can even hope to see.
I know a boy with love that could shatter mountains, if only a feeling could move earthly objects. A boy who looks at me and sees someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with... a boy who would easily die for me and never look at me remorsefully if he chanced to run into me in another life. A boy who's eyes I can see myself and only myself in... a boy who even I can have faith in, who even I can believe the love of.... whereas I am the biggest disbeliever in any such phenomenon.
I know a boy with the dream of a home, a good job and of a wife like me. A boy who would steadily, surely and happily make his way through life knowing that I was by his side. I know this boy who dreams of marrying me, and making my life heaven if he could. A boy who believes I am the last girl that will ever be (or not be) in his life.
I know a girl who knows me better then any boy, or any girl, or any parent, or any sibling could ever know me. A girl who knows when I'm faking a smile, or pondering the actions of an unknown person infront of me, or wanting to say no but still saying yes, or wanting to say yes and still saying no. A girl who wants nothing more than to marry me off to someone..... anyone... that she knows and can trust with me. A girl who will never be able to see me give my life to someone that she doesn't think deserves me and can keep me happier than just happy.
So here I am... looking for my superman.... but I can't find him.
My dream doesn't want me
My eternal lover is my best friend
My faithful admirer does not understand me...
And my beautiful well-wisher is so incredibly far away, that I can't even call her half the time I need her to rescue me.
*sigh*.... So much for that.
I told you this would be absurd..
With nothing to do
And nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you
-- Lifehouse - You and Me
I can already predict that this is going to be the most absurd of any piece ever written by the likes of me *grins*, I can feel it in my bones... but oh well... here goes....
I am broken. I am at a stage in my ever-evolving distress-scenarios of life where I need a rescuer... someone who will whizz me away on a jet plane far far away from the cruel remarks and bitter remorse of the world... someone who will save me... who will pick up all the scattered pieces of me... some of which will be impossible to retrieve... someone who will love me for every piece he picks up and embellishes with his own name. Someone who will fill up those missing pieces himself instead of trying to find them amongst the shattered ones that lay on the ground beneath where I once was.
I was once alive. I had a life, dreams, faith, hope... and above all, a personality. Now.. I just don't. Maybe the change in my style of writing can reflect all that I'm saying. Maybe it could more simply be explained by describing the key very-moving personalities in my life...
I know a boy with the eyes of an angel.. a soul that was embraced by one... and a voice no less than that which belongs only in dreams. If it were possible in any way to hear, see or touch a dream, it would sound, look and feel like him and him alone. A boy who knows everything... knows me... touches me to the depths further than others can even hope to see.
I know a boy with love that could shatter mountains, if only a feeling could move earthly objects. A boy who looks at me and sees someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with... a boy who would easily die for me and never look at me remorsefully if he chanced to run into me in another life. A boy who's eyes I can see myself and only myself in... a boy who even I can have faith in, who even I can believe the love of.... whereas I am the biggest disbeliever in any such phenomenon.
I know a boy with the dream of a home, a good job and of a wife like me. A boy who would steadily, surely and happily make his way through life knowing that I was by his side. I know this boy who dreams of marrying me, and making my life heaven if he could. A boy who believes I am the last girl that will ever be (or not be) in his life.
I know a girl who knows me better then any boy, or any girl, or any parent, or any sibling could ever know me. A girl who knows when I'm faking a smile, or pondering the actions of an unknown person infront of me, or wanting to say no but still saying yes, or wanting to say yes and still saying no. A girl who wants nothing more than to marry me off to someone..... anyone... that she knows and can trust with me. A girl who will never be able to see me give my life to someone that she doesn't think deserves me and can keep me happier than just happy.
So here I am... looking for my superman.... but I can't find him.
My dream doesn't want me
My eternal lover is my best friend
My faithful admirer does not understand me...
And my beautiful well-wisher is so incredibly far away, that I can't even call her half the time I need her to rescue me.
*sigh*.... So much for that.
I told you this would be absurd..
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Another One...
| Optimist 5 optimism, 6 faith, and 1 logic! |
Optimists are a dying breed in this day and age. To the optimists, the world is a positive place. Everything is inherently good, and all things will work out in the end. They believe violence will one day be replaced with logic and reason, and that all religions can coexisist peacefully. These are the people who always see the glass half full, and believe that we live in the best possible world. |
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 94% on optimism You scored higher than 99% on faith You scored higher than 23% on logic |
Another bunch of tests....
I think I've already done this test actually, but as usual, I was inspired by Sin Cater to do it all over again and some others... :P Sorry Sin Cater, forgivvvvve me once again for aping you ;)
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How old are u at heart?
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you're in between a teenager and child...loyal to
your friends, and can be abit rebellious
too!!!!
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What can people see in your eyes?
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People see happiness in your eyes! You are most
likely a really awesome person who trys to
enjoy life. You can usually see the good in any
situation or person. You bring joy wherever you
go in life and probably have a really good set
of friends. But sometimes you may strive too
hard to be happy and may try to fool yourself
and others. In this case, it's not good to hold
in your feelings, and you should try to find
someone to talk to about what's bothering you
instead of covering it up. But, all in all you
usually get over these situations quickly and
can continue living life to its fullest! Go
you! ^_^
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How old are u at heart?
brought to you by Quizilla
you're in between a teenager and child...loyal to
your friends, and can be abit rebellious
too!!!!
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What can people see in your eyes?
brought to you by Quizilla
People see happiness in your eyes! You are most
likely a really awesome person who trys to
enjoy life. You can usually see the good in any
situation or person. You bring joy wherever you
go in life and probably have a really good set
of friends. But sometimes you may strive too
hard to be happy and may try to fool yourself
and others. In this case, it's not good to hold
in your feelings, and you should try to find
someone to talk to about what's bothering you
instead of covering it up. But, all in all you
usually get over these situations quickly and
can continue living life to its fullest! Go
you! ^_^
Thursday, September 08, 2005
....
Since I can't think of a topic intelligent (or even remotely substantial) enough to discuss on my wonderful blog (gosh, I missed yoooou *hug to page*) even after a full 2 months of nursing my idle mind and letting it brim with devillish thoughts and ideas.... I think I'll just resort to describing my 2 month vacation away from this hell hole! (: Okkkay, 'hellhole' wasn't a word I needed to use, but I overused my English in the sentence above so I thought it needed to be broken down a little.... plus, it needed to sound more like the real me *sheepish grin* :D So there I was...
I landed in the land of those that I had thought would look down their noses at me as some kind of foreign insect... or at the very least, a terrorist with a beard and an oonchi shalwaar looking to destroy their nation with planes and guns. I was so incredibly wrong, it just isn't even funny anymore. Aaaaah, those 2 months *clouds filled with beautiful pictures forming above head*.... they were.... beautiful. I can think of no other word that would do justice to my escape. The Great Escape. No, I didn't party, I didn't smoke or drink or dance or go clubbing even once. But there's a certain beautiful, wonderful, absolutely SWEET feeling that goes with being around 2 of the most adorabe 3-year-old girls in the entire universe and the most handsome little 6-year old (who could talk you out of house and home if he wanted to at any given time of the day.. or night).... that just can't compare to any kind of random fun you could even hope to experience in your life. In case anyone was wondering, I was referring to my nephew and twin nieces *smiles proudly*..
Words just can not do justice (or anything close to it) to all the feelings associated with everything ranging from a simple childish 'why?' to the warmest of warm hugs that you wouldn't possibly be able to guess that such tiny little dimpled arms could muster, compared to the hugs of any random person around you in your life being able to give you. There is my little one who would grace me every now and then with her home-made, sleep-made, dream-made stories that somehow always began with an 'I was born in the swimming pool... and then a doggy came in.... and then we went upstairs to my roOom...' and so on and so forth... (: ... and then there was my 3-minute-older one that would upon doing the most horribly scandalizing stunts (like casually pulling down her brother's window blinds seemingly quite effortlessly with a serene smile on her face) quietly ask me in a hushed whisper... 'haala?... are you ghussa?' with the most innocent expression you could imagine on her tiny little pareshaan face. Aaaah the melting theory. The tactics they will use against their unsuspecting, evil khalaas!
The art of melting the stone-coldest of hearts... and mine perfected it the very day they were born.... seemingly quite effortlessly again...
(:
I landed in the land of those that I had thought would look down their noses at me as some kind of foreign insect... or at the very least, a terrorist with a beard and an oonchi shalwaar looking to destroy their nation with planes and guns. I was so incredibly wrong, it just isn't even funny anymore. Aaaaah, those 2 months *clouds filled with beautiful pictures forming above head*.... they were.... beautiful. I can think of no other word that would do justice to my escape. The Great Escape. No, I didn't party, I didn't smoke or drink or dance or go clubbing even once. But there's a certain beautiful, wonderful, absolutely SWEET feeling that goes with being around 2 of the most adorabe 3-year-old girls in the entire universe and the most handsome little 6-year old (who could talk you out of house and home if he wanted to at any given time of the day.. or night).... that just can't compare to any kind of random fun you could even hope to experience in your life. In case anyone was wondering, I was referring to my nephew and twin nieces *smiles proudly*..
Words just can not do justice (or anything close to it) to all the feelings associated with everything ranging from a simple childish 'why?' to the warmest of warm hugs that you wouldn't possibly be able to guess that such tiny little dimpled arms could muster, compared to the hugs of any random person around you in your life being able to give you. There is my little one who would grace me every now and then with her home-made, sleep-made, dream-made stories that somehow always began with an 'I was born in the swimming pool... and then a doggy came in.... and then we went upstairs to my roOom...' and so on and so forth... (: ... and then there was my 3-minute-older one that would upon doing the most horribly scandalizing stunts (like casually pulling down her brother's window blinds seemingly quite effortlessly with a serene smile on her face) quietly ask me in a hushed whisper... 'haala?... are you ghussa?' with the most innocent expression you could imagine on her tiny little pareshaan face. Aaaah the melting theory. The tactics they will use against their unsuspecting, evil khalaas!
The art of melting the stone-coldest of hearts... and mine perfected it the very day they were born.... seemingly quite effortlessly again...
(:
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