'Pyar' tissue

We ran out of tissue, so we called the Supermarket and he brought us this.

Pyar facial tissue! Come on, give me a break! How lame can you get!

Stolen memory

You didn’t know I was standing there, you were checking your reflection, running your fingers through your hair, making sure you looked alright. At that moment you made my heart skip a beat, I fell in love with you all over again.

Educated?

Having a college degree or being in a high position definitely doesn’t make you educated. When people see you or talk to you they don’t know how much you’ve studied or what position you hold in your respective workplace. It’s the way you talk, the way you dress and the way you behave that forms your impression in people’s minds.

The head of my workplace, he’s obviously educated but today he acted in a manner worse than a jaahil. Believe me, it was only the fact that he’s much older than me, that stopped me from saying something horrid, and the fact that if I acted in that manner I would be no different from him.

Some people are just so full of themselves. If I’m working under him doesn’t mean I’m insignificant or that I don’t have rights. Pathetic moron. *grumble grumble* His manner of speaking was just sooo rude. He ruined my whole day, I so don’t want to go to work tomorrow, I don’t want to see his face, but I have to go because they’ll be giving the salary for the summer tomorrow and I will have to see his face as well for that. *grumble grumble*

Well, at least the bright side is after tomorrow I won’t have to see his face for two months. Except that at this moment, that’s seeming like small comfort.

How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

-Eizabeth Barrett Browning

Dilemma

I'm in a bit of a dilemma, I have three things to buy.
1. A laptop (Macbook)
2. A camera (definitely Canon)
3. An mp3 player (iPod Touch)

Now I have 3500 Dhs, so I can either buy an iPod touch and a camera like the one my sis has (Powershot SX 110) or I can buy an SLR, EOS 1000D or EOS 450D and not buy anything else right now. Or, I can buy nothing, and keep saving till I can get myself a Macbook first.

I had decided to buy EOS 1000 D and then a few months later buy an iPod, but now I'm confused. Why? Because the 450D has a DIGIC 4 processor and 1000D has a DIGIC III processor, so it's just going to keep getting older and older right.

According to my sis I should just save till I get a Macbook first. And really not spend so much on getting an SLR but then I'm planning to join these photography courses in September so I think I should go for an SLR. Ugh- now I'm just more confused.

So what do you think I should do? Help! Please.

The story of the pencil

I was reading Paulo Coelho's book, and this short story just caught my attention, it's beautiful. You need to read it.

A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. At one point he asked:

‘Are you writing a story about what we’ve done? Is it a story about me?’

His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson:

‘I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I’m using. I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up.’

Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn’t seem very special.

‘But it’s just like any other pencil I’ve ever seen!’

‘That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world.’

‘First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will.’

‘Second quality: now and then, I have to stop writing and use a sharpner. That makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he’s much sharper. So you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person.

‘Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. This means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice.’

‘Fourth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you.’

‘Finally, the pencil’s fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action’

-Paulo Coelho

I miss you

The last one week has been surreal, I’ve been happy, more than that I’ve been content. Life’s felt fulfilling to an extent.

Yet, I miss you so much, I miss you even when I’m talking to you. I don’t have time to sleep but I still have time to miss you. As clichéd as it sounds, I miss you with every breath I take.

Do you know that feeling when you have a lot, yet you crave for what at that moment you don’t have- feels so ungrateful doesn’t it? Before my sis came here, that was the only thing I wanted, and now, well… Oh, I’m very happy that she’s here- I haven’t felt this at peace in a long time. But there’s this part of me that’s still being an ungrateful brat, and wanting other things.

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.

P.S: Excuse my absence from your blogs, I'll be around soon. Prayers appreciated.

Sisters

My sister is here since the last few days, and life seems to have just changed. It’s been nearly two years since I last saw her, but all of a sudden we’re back to doing everything just like we used to do it before. Nothing seems to have changed at all. We’ve been talking non-stop about everything possible to talk. It’s just the third day today and mom’s already fed up of us.
That’s what love is all about. No matter how far you go nothing ever changes. That’s the most comforting thought in the world. No wonder people do such stupid things for love. And by love I don’t mean just love in the romantic sense.

Wedding culture

Nowadays going to work is like going to party, there’s very little work to be done and it’s a very relaxed atmosphere. You can hear the sound of music from different areas with lots of laughter and chit chatting. Yesterday we were just sitting and talking and the topic of weddings came up. Now, I’m from Lahore and according to my colleagues the Punjabis have their own culture for weddings. Uh, I don’t know anything about it. In my family weddings are pretty simple (by theory of relativity).

We have a ‘baraat’ when the guy’s family comes to the girl’s family. Then there is the ‘nikah’. Then people eat, and then the bride goes to her husband’s house in a decorated car. Then a day or two later there is the ‘valima’ and that’s it. Yes, sometimes we have a 'mehndi' before the baraat, in which we put mehndi on the girl’s hand and sing songs.

Now, the colleague I was talking to, she is from Balochistan and gosh, they actually put up a red curtain for the bride, in which the to-be bride is supposed to sit. Curtain is put up in the corner of the room creating a triangle, and she’s supposed to stay there till the wedding for about a week or two. No man is allowed to see her at that time, not even her father or brothers. She’s not allowed to go anywhere or do anything. And after the wedding she’s supposed to come back with her husband and stay there behind the curtain one night. The next day she’s allowed to go to her husband’s place.

Tell me about your area or country’s different wedding cultures, this should be interesting.

Boss kidnapped

Employees of a Company are all worried. Some are roaming around. Some are in loud discussions during office time...

Some Trainees, who had just joined, notice this and enquire about what happened to a senior employee, they ask, "What's going on?"

"Terrorists have kidnapped our Boss.

They're asking for Rs.10 Crores ransom, otherwise they're going to douse him with petrol and set him on fire.

We're going from desk to desk, taking up a collection."

One Trainee asks, "How much is everyone giving, on average?

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"About 1 litre."

Thank you God

Dear God,
This time around I will not complain about a single thing, I will thank you for everything you’ve given me. There are more blessings on me, than I can ever list, and more than I can even imagine. Thank you, thank you and thank you.

I want to thank you for:

1. My family- there are so many people who don’t even know what a family is, who’ve never felt the security a family has to offer, and I don’t know what that is like.
I love you; really I do, even if I sometimes am not very good at showing that.
Thank you for my family.

2. Sis- a sister in all senses of the word.
Without you, I’m sure I would have never made it here, I don’t think I could have remained sane without you. In fact, I don’t think many sisters would listen to nonsense like mine all through nights.
So thank you for the best sister in the world.

3. Es- my lifeline, my friend above all friends.
I don’t know how you always know what’s running in my head, even thoughts I don’t acknowledge to myself. I love you
Thank you God, for someone who understands me so completely.

4. Ri- my angel, my bestest friend in the whole wide world.
Without you I wouldn’t have made it through the last four years- the toughest years of my life. And though I’ve had friends for much longer than you, the five years of our friendship are more precious than all those.
Thank you dear God, for such an amazing friend.

5. Kinz- my dearest friend
How can I ever forget those days we used to bunk classes at work, just to sit together and chit chat. We must have talked about everything under the sun. The coffee we had every morning- having coffee is so not the same thing anymore, in fact I don’t even have coffee nowadays.
Thank you for blessing me with such amazing friends.

6. Fa- an absolute idiot, but what can I say, I have a soft spot for her.
As much as I want to kill you some days, I know that you’ll be there for me no matter what.
Thank you dear God.

7. Shabs- another idiot.
I love talking absolute nonsense with you, I don’t know how it happens, we start talking about normal stuff and somehow always end up talking absolute nonsense.
Thank you for giving me someone I can talk nonsense with.

8. Imaan- my little bundle of joy.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Thank you God for such a little bundle of happiness.

And thank you dear God, for giving me the sense to choose between right and wrong; for giving me the ability to see, smell, hear, taste and feel; for allowing me to feel the beauty in the world.

Thank you, thank you and thank you.

Yours humbly,
SIRAS