Monday, May 22, 2006
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Hence proven
Shani
'Please don’t let any Fashion Guru define your wardrobes' -- okay and so, we should let you define our wardrobes instead?
I wrote a post about the short-shirt phenomenon in my own blog. I commented on how the male species of the population have serious staring issues. Why should we not 'go public' with what we wear? Why should men's staring habits cause us to dress excessively and yes, hideously to hide every curve... when at the end of the day, you men will hunt them out with your spying eyes anyway? Why should women not wear what they want to wear only because the men of Pakistan violate them with their looks... whether they wear long, short or NO shirts(regardless of whether its because of a fashion guru, or a trend, or simple comfort)?
If I like my bottom in a short short shirt and a big big shalwar... I shouldn't have to justify it to ANY man in the world. Have you ever heard or of seen women stare the knickers off a man simply because of what he was wearing???? We see teenage wannabe boys standing around all the time with their jeans falling off their behinds and their boxers showing most obscenely from everywhere. Has it ever made a difference to us? Never. Have we ever commented? Never. Have we even cared? Never. Men do not cease to flash the flesh (and the body parts) in teeny tiny shorts and itty bitty sleevelesses, sickeningly tight pants, obscenely baggy ones and WHAT not.
But to this day, I have never in my life GAWKED at one until he felt like digging a hole in the ground and burying himself in it to save himself from 'undressing' eyes.... nor have I ever bothered myself with a second look at the details of his clothing, the pleats, the size of his bottom or the unnervingly bare, hairy legs, arms and flashing other things (unless I have an attractive interest in the man and he's making ME look bad)! I might not like it, I might not appreciate it, I may not find it to be 'all that' and I may not want to be caught dead seen with a man dressed so hideously..... but hey! He ain't dressing up for me OR for anyone else.... and even if he is, it's none of my concern. His clothes aren't important enough to give them even a second glance, much less a second thought. You want to push opinions on a woman's clothing.... you do it once you're married to her, if and when she allows you to pass the judgement. No random woman / friend / acquaintance / stranger is going to appreciate your pervy looks.... much less your uncalled for suggestions on what fashion to follow and what not to follow. Some women dress a certain way to follow trends, some to defy them... and others simply don't care.
What ANY random person wears is none of my business, nor do I wish to make it mine. I could not care less. It would be REALLY nice if you could share the same respect for a woman's clothing and her right to love the way her bottom looks in any clothing she may choose to complement it!!!
Phew!
'Please don’t let any Fashion Guru define your wardrobes' -- okay and so, we should let you define our wardrobes instead?
I wrote a post about the short-shirt phenomenon in my own blog. I commented on how the male species of the population have serious staring issues. Why should we not 'go public' with what we wear? Why should men's staring habits cause us to dress excessively and yes, hideously to hide every curve... when at the end of the day, you men will hunt them out with your spying eyes anyway? Why should women not wear what they want to wear only because the men of Pakistan violate them with their looks... whether they wear long, short or NO shirts(regardless of whether its because of a fashion guru, or a trend, or simple comfort)?
If I like my bottom in a short short shirt and a big big shalwar... I shouldn't have to justify it to ANY man in the world. Have you ever heard or of seen women stare the knickers off a man simply because of what he was wearing???? We see teenage wannabe boys standing around all the time with their jeans falling off their behinds and their boxers showing most obscenely from everywhere. Has it ever made a difference to us? Never. Have we ever commented? Never. Have we even cared? Never. Men do not cease to flash the flesh (and the body parts) in teeny tiny shorts and itty bitty sleevelesses, sickeningly tight pants, obscenely baggy ones and WHAT not.
But to this day, I have never in my life GAWKED at one until he felt like digging a hole in the ground and burying himself in it to save himself from 'undressing' eyes.... nor have I ever bothered myself with a second look at the details of his clothing, the pleats, the size of his bottom or the unnervingly bare, hairy legs, arms and flashing other things (unless I have an attractive interest in the man and he's making ME look bad)! I might not like it, I might not appreciate it, I may not find it to be 'all that' and I may not want to be caught dead seen with a man dressed so hideously..... but hey! He ain't dressing up for me OR for anyone else.... and even if he is, it's none of my concern. His clothes aren't important enough to give them even a second glance, much less a second thought. You want to push opinions on a woman's clothing.... you do it once you're married to her, if and when she allows you to pass the judgement. No random woman / friend / acquaintance / stranger is going to appreciate your pervy looks.... much less your uncalled for suggestions on what fashion to follow and what not to follow. Some women dress a certain way to follow trends, some to defy them... and others simply don't care.
What ANY random person wears is none of my business, nor do I wish to make it mine. I could not care less. It would be REALLY nice if you could share the same respect for a woman's clothing and her right to love the way her bottom looks in any clothing she may choose to complement it!!!
Phew!
Monday, May 15, 2006
One love?
Do you think it's possible that we only fall in love only once? - A question posed by Xeb that made me pause for a moment and think.
Luv shmuv. A lifetime is a long long time, and I think everyone falls in and out of love a hundred and one times during it! Honestly, I sometimes have trouble deciding if I've never been in love at all, or if I've been in love every single time. I end up getting myself so emotionally attached to things and people that it's hard to figure out whether love exists at all or if it's just all over the place. Hey, what can I say... I'm a very loving person?!! I've been in love every time. Every single time, whether it was a friend, a pet, an acquaintance, an object or a boy.
Anyone who says they've never been in love with anyone or that they've only fallen in love once (when put in terms of the notoriously phenomenal boy-girl relationship), is quite frankly, either lying through their teeth... or is just trapped in a maze of eternal denial.
Either love doesn't exist at ALL (which would explain why it happens so many times)... or it just isn't as unique and 'one'ly as its cliched to be.
Luv shmuv. A lifetime is a long long time, and I think everyone falls in and out of love a hundred and one times during it! Honestly, I sometimes have trouble deciding if I've never been in love at all, or if I've been in love every single time. I end up getting myself so emotionally attached to things and people that it's hard to figure out whether love exists at all or if it's just all over the place. Hey, what can I say... I'm a very loving person?!! I've been in love every time. Every single time, whether it was a friend, a pet, an acquaintance, an object or a boy.
Anyone who says they've never been in love with anyone or that they've only fallen in love once (when put in terms of the notoriously phenomenal boy-girl relationship), is quite frankly, either lying through their teeth... or is just trapped in a maze of eternal denial.
Either love doesn't exist at ALL (which would explain why it happens so many times)... or it just isn't as unique and 'one'ly as its cliched to be.
Budday hues
Lows:
Forgotten birthday promises. Broken hearts. Shattered expectations.
Sinking feelings. My best friend. Concinving myself he's gone for good.
Salty tears of sweet pain. Praying to no avail. Watching the sun rise through a veil of bitter tears.
Highs:
High resolve. Unexpected phone calls. Coffee mousse cake. New friends. Fan. Love.
Bittersweet heartache. Feeling emotionally moved. Looking good, feeling gorgeous. Meaningful looks. Special messages. Chinese food. Loving looks. Raindrops where the rain don't pour. Sunshine under the moon. Smiles. Tinkling laughter. Hugs. Kisses. More hugs. Confessions. Apologies.
Forgotten birthday promises. Broken hearts. Shattered expectations.
Sinking feelings. My best friend. Concinving myself he's gone for good.
Salty tears of sweet pain. Praying to no avail. Watching the sun rise through a veil of bitter tears.
Highs:
High resolve. Unexpected phone calls. Coffee mousse cake. New friends. Fan. Love.
Bittersweet heartache. Feeling emotionally moved. Looking good, feeling gorgeous. Meaningful looks. Special messages. Chinese food. Loving looks. Raindrops where the rain don't pour. Sunshine under the moon. Smiles. Tinkling laughter. Hugs. Kisses. More hugs. Confessions. Apologies.
Budday Buddhi
Happy budday too meee. Happy buddayyyy toooo meeee!
Birthdays contain the best ingredients for self-actualization. You end up being hit with one too many realizations on how important you are in some people's lives, how unimportant you are in others', who your real friends are, who is just pretending.... and ofcourse (the best for last), you get to play with people's patience by talking endlessly, being crazy-annoying, throwing tantrums, etcetera just to test the threshold of patience that people who love you (or don't) are capable (or incapable) of maintaining on your birthday. *insert evil laughter*
Yesterday was the best birthday of my entire life (minus the ten or so initial ones that I can't seem to remember anything about, save a yellow-doll coconut cake that a random Aunt once made for me on my seventh budday... yum). A lot of nostalgia kicked in when friends old and new called to say happy birthday.... some that I had not remembered the existence of even (mean me). My wittle twin babies called to say happy budday and to express their regrets for not being able to show up on time ('we're too far haala!'). *Contented sigh*
I got a prank call at 5:30 in the morning. I like to think I knew who it was, and it made my day.
Birthdays contain the best ingredients for self-actualization. You end up being hit with one too many realizations on how important you are in some people's lives, how unimportant you are in others', who your real friends are, who is just pretending.... and ofcourse (the best for last), you get to play with people's patience by talking endlessly, being crazy-annoying, throwing tantrums, etcetera just to test the threshold of patience that people who love you (or don't) are capable (or incapable) of maintaining on your birthday. *insert evil laughter*
Yesterday was the best birthday of my entire life (minus the ten or so initial ones that I can't seem to remember anything about, save a yellow-doll coconut cake that a random Aunt once made for me on my seventh budday... yum). A lot of nostalgia kicked in when friends old and new called to say happy birthday.... some that I had not remembered the existence of even (mean me). My wittle twin babies called to say happy budday and to express their regrets for not being able to show up on time ('we're too far haala!'). *Contented sigh*
I got a prank call at 5:30 in the morning. I like to think I knew who it was, and it made my day.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Saturday, April 29, 2006
*Phew*
So the interview's done and over with. Self-criticizingly speaking... I'd give myself about a 6 out of 10. I'm hoping the Pete-something who conducted the interview was ranking me on a smaller scale.... like say out of 6 maybe
Hey... a girl can hope, can't she? :/
And here's a request for more prayers please. I know I'm putting too much into this... effort and hope..... but bear with me please.
Hey... a girl can hope, can't she? :/
And here's a request for more prayers please. I know I'm putting too much into this... effort and hope..... but bear with me please.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Role reversal
Regret was to be your epitaph
As triumph was to be mine
Returned lost life, instead your wrath
Mine, solitude divine
:: I wish I had as much control over my life as I do over my words. Blah.
As triumph was to be mine
Returned lost life, instead your wrath
Mine, solitude divine
:: I wish I had as much control over my life as I do over my words. Blah.
APC
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Okay, I just had to put this one up after all the comments I received for the first song I put up here. An old favorite... the just-can't-get-them-out-of-my-head type that resides on the top of my 'Mind-Fuck' playlist and shall forever remain there.
A Perfect Circle - Passive
Dead as dead can be
The doctor tells me
But I just can't believe him
Ever the optimistic one
I'm sure of your ability
To become my perfect enemy
Wake up and face me
Don't play dead 'cause maybe
Someday I will walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe you're better off this way
Leaning over you here
Cold and catatonic
I catch a brief reflection
Of what you could and might have been
It's your right and your ability
To become my perfect enemy
Wake up (Why can’t you?)
And face me(Come on now)
Don't play dead (Don’t play dead)
'Cause maybe(‘Cause maybe)
Someday (Someday) I will walk away and say
You disappoint me
Maybe your better off this way
Maybe your better off this way (x3)
Your better off this (x2)
Maybe your better off...
Wake up (Why can’t you?)
And face me(Come on now)
Don't play dead (Don’t play dead)
'Cause maybe(‘Cause maybe)
Someday (Someday) I will walk away and say
You fucking disappoint me
Maybe your better off this WAY!
Go ahead and play dead (GO!)
I know that you can hear this (GO!)
Go ahead and play dead (GO!)
Why can't you turn and face me? (WAKE UP!)
Why can't you turn and face me? (WAKE UP!)
Why can't you turn and face me? (WAKE UP!)
Why can't you turn and face me? (YEAH!)
You fucking disappoint me
Passive-aggressive bullshit...
Defining 'me'
Bovine
Main Entry: bo·vine / me
Pronunciation: 'bO-"vIn, -"vEn
Function: adjective
1 : of, relating to, or resembling bovines and especially the ox or cow
2 : having qualities (as placidity or dullness) characteristic of oxen or cows
Main Entry: bo·vine / me
Pronunciation: 'bO-"vIn, -"vEn
Function: adjective
1 : of, relating to, or resembling bovines and especially the ox or cow
2 : having qualities (as placidity or dullness) characteristic of oxen or cows
Friday, April 21, 2006
Arooj Aftab - Mera Pyar
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Although I'm the biggest fan of the original, I have to admit - this one really rocked. It's a funkier, more upbeat, less melodramatic version of its original. I may very well be the last person in Pakiland (and elsewhere) to have heard this, but I felt I should share it with those of you who have the time (and appropriate connectivity) to trust my taste in music . The lyrics are the original's....
Amir Zaki - Mera Pyar
Mera... tumhara
Wo ghar... Humara
Toota hai bikhra hai
Jaisay sitaara
Meri awaz sun lay na
Meri geethon mein tum
Wo alfaaz chun lay na
Jo ho jathay hain gum
Mera pyar tumhi ho
Tumhi tho ho... jaana
Meray saath tumhi ho
Tumhi tho ho
Bhula na
Mera pyar tumhi ho
Waaday... Iraaday
Kaisay.... Bhula dain
Toota hai jo dil
Wo ro-ay rula day
Meri awaz sun lay na
Meray geethon mein tum
Wo alfaaz chun lay na
Jo ho jathay hain gum
Mera pyar tumhi ho
Tumhi tho ho... jaana
Meray saath tumhi ho
Tumhi tho ho
Bhula na
Prayers needed
Another normal sa day. Been down in the dumps lately and feeling all on the edge and like there's no tomorrow (or that I wouldn't like there to be one). But I got the best news I've gotten in monthsssssss last night in my inboxxx... turns out I have a phone interview for this training program I applied for in my companyyyyy where if I get selected, they send me off to Amsterdam for a year on (get this) on-the-job paidddd traininggg and then also hire me when I come back on a permanent basis - atleast until I screw up and they're forced to fire me! WooHOoOoOooo (((: Not really getting my hopes too high about it, but I'd have to be pretty stupid to NOT get selected considering that I'm one of well.... just about the only (minus 1 person) person in the some-500 that may have applied for this program throughout the country, that actually works for the same company and has a huge edge over all the other much-smarter, but way-unluckier people! Note: I say I'm lucky (and not just plain awesome) cause I've studied from a not-so-great-or-recognized university and the only people applying for this thing so far are people from top unis like LUMS, Fast, NUST, GIKI... you get my drift? So it had to be poor luck that got stuck bailing me out of no-future-land by giving me this chance.
Blog, bloggers, bloggees... be prepared. I will know by the end of May. And as my boss said.... 'If you make it to the interview, that's your own personal achievement, it shows that your hard work over the years and your intelligence got you that far.... but if you don't make it PAST the interview, that would be entirely your own fault (insert hidden message: cause you'd be a dumbass if you still didn't know enough about this company to be able to impress its employees with your knowledge, you idiot).' Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, but whatever happens, come hail, sleet or snow (did I get that right?) you shall be the first to know! After hysterical me ofcourse (be it hysterical with khushi or with tears... only time - and common sense - will tell)
But yeah, I know one thing for sure.
If I don't get selected... I'm not telling him :P
*Hums Alanis Morissette's 'Hand in my Pocket' and dances away into cyberspace*
Blog, bloggers, bloggees... be prepared. I will know by the end of May. And as my boss said.... 'If you make it to the interview, that's your own personal achievement, it shows that your hard work over the years and your intelligence got you that far.... but if you don't make it PAST the interview, that would be entirely your own fault (insert hidden message: cause you'd be a dumbass if you still didn't know enough about this company to be able to impress its employees with your knowledge, you idiot).' Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, but whatever happens, come hail, sleet or snow (did I get that right?) you shall be the first to know! After hysterical me ofcourse (be it hysterical with khushi or with tears... only time - and common sense - will tell)
But yeah, I know one thing for sure.
If I don't get selected... I'm not telling him :P
*Hums Alanis Morissette's 'Hand in my Pocket' and dances away into cyberspace*
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
I fear I'm fast approaching the limit of my own personal perseverance. I'm fast approaching the moment of truth and I get the feeling I won't like it. I'm rocketing head-on towards a world I don't want to enter, where there is no 'you' or 'us' or 'we'. Only me.
I'm afraid of solitude. I don't want to be this alone. I don't want to say goodbye..
Most of all, I don't want to not feel a single thing if I do.
Stop the world, I want to get off!.... :(
I'm afraid of solitude. I don't want to be this alone. I don't want to say goodbye..
Most of all, I don't want to not feel a single thing if I do.
Stop the world, I want to get off!.... :(
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Kabhi jo tumein meri yaad aye
To kuch ashaar meri yaad mei likh daina
Par kabhi na kisi say kuch kehna...
Agar kabhi koi tum say mera poochlay
To hans kar usko taal daina.
Agar ho sakay to meray khat jala daina
Meray unn phoolon ko jheelon mein baha daina
Kabhi jo tumhe meri yaad aye
Tho takiyay mein chhup kar aansoo bahaa laina
Phir mujhay yaad karke muskuraa daina...
Meri khubsoorat tasveeron ko
Dil ke naqshon say mita daina
Aur unhein phaar kar kaheen jala daina...
Par kabhi na kisi say mera zikr karna.
Kabhi jo tumhein meri yaad aaye
Tho ek khwaab samajh kar bhula daina...
To kuch ashaar meri yaad mei likh daina
Par kabhi na kisi say kuch kehna...
Agar kabhi koi tum say mera poochlay
To hans kar usko taal daina.
Agar ho sakay to meray khat jala daina
Meray unn phoolon ko jheelon mein baha daina
Kabhi jo tumhe meri yaad aye
Tho takiyay mein chhup kar aansoo bahaa laina
Phir mujhay yaad karke muskuraa daina...
Meri khubsoorat tasveeron ko
Dil ke naqshon say mita daina
Aur unhein phaar kar kaheen jala daina...
Par kabhi na kisi say mera zikr karna.
Kabhi jo tumhein meri yaad aaye
Tho ek khwaab samajh kar bhula daina...
If I knew
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep
I would tuck you in more tightly
And pray the Lord, your soul to keep
If I knew it would be the last time
That I see you walk out the door
I would give you a hug and a kiss
And call you back for one more
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word
So I could play them back day after day
If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare and extra minute or two
To stop and say 'I love you'
Instead of assuming you KNOW I do
If I knew it would be the last time
i would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more
So I can let just this one slip away...
For surely there's always tomorrow
To make up for an oversight,
And we always get a second chance
To make everything just right
There will always be another day
To say our 'I love you's
And certainly there's another chance
To say our 'Anything I can do?'s...
But just in case I might be wrong
And today is all I get
I'd like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone
Young or old Alike
And today may be the last chance you get
To hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow
Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes
You'll surely regret the day...
That you didn't take that extra time
For a smile, a hug or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone
What turned out to be their one last wish
So hold your loved ones close today
And whisper in their ear
That you love them very much
And you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say
'I'm sorry', 'Please forgive me', 'Thank you' or 'It's okay'
And if tomorrow never comes
You'll have no regrets about today
*Ignore the sappiness and think about it*
That I'd see you fall asleep
I would tuck you in more tightly
And pray the Lord, your soul to keep
If I knew it would be the last time
That I see you walk out the door
I would give you a hug and a kiss
And call you back for one more
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word
So I could play them back day after day
If I knew it would be the last time
I could spare and extra minute or two
To stop and say 'I love you'
Instead of assuming you KNOW I do
If I knew it would be the last time
i would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more
So I can let just this one slip away...
For surely there's always tomorrow
To make up for an oversight,
And we always get a second chance
To make everything just right
There will always be another day
To say our 'I love you's
And certainly there's another chance
To say our 'Anything I can do?'s...
But just in case I might be wrong
And today is all I get
I'd like to say how much I love you
And I hope we never forget
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone
Young or old Alike
And today may be the last chance you get
To hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow
Why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes
You'll surely regret the day...
That you didn't take that extra time
For a smile, a hug or a kiss
And you were too busy to grant someone
What turned out to be their one last wish
So hold your loved ones close today
And whisper in their ear
That you love them very much
And you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say
'I'm sorry', 'Please forgive me', 'Thank you' or 'It's okay'
And if tomorrow never comes
You'll have no regrets about today
*Ignore the sappiness and think about it*
With all due respect
I will tolerate every tantrum, put up with every nakhra, pacify every narazgi, cater to every desire for attention, exercise the show of importance and its likes, succumb to the belief of every half-witted whim you've ever mustered from your beautiful head....
But pride, I will not fall prey to.
I need not / can not / will not put up with it any longer.
So yeah... you can stuff it up your backside now.
But pride, I will not fall prey to.
I need not / can not / will not put up with it any longer.
So yeah... you can stuff it up your backside now.
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