Sometimes I can be so stupid and unreasonable. Since last night I have been crying on and off...and why is that so?

Because stupid PU decided to have our convocation on 10th of October(yaani tomorrow) and I cannot attend it. And I had so looked forward to it, literally!It's been almost four years since we graduated and they couldn't have had the darned ceremony when I was in Lahore all the time, nor when I was visiting Pakistan, nor when I would be visiting Pakistan!!

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Wrote that ages ago, thought I would blog this entry. Feeling too lazy to write anything, though my brain is 'teeming'.
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It was another hot summer day. Don't remember if it were the summer of the same year, or the next, or of the previous summer. (Irrelevant detail: summers are my favourite time of the year, and almost all my fond memories belong to that blessed season!)

When it comes to food, I have always been a bit greedy. It's very easy for me to put an average glutton to shame. Hence, whenever I got some free time between the classes, I invariably hit the cafeteria. That day was no exception. My...

Today out of blue, I thought of those two people again. I often think about them. I do not know them. To me they are nameless, and in one case 'faceless' stranger(s). Yet, there are many times when I am reminded of their thoughtful acts.

Memory 1

It was one of those hot summer days. We had unfortunately left our class a little too late. And hence missed the 'point'. The points or our university buses came every half an hour and would drop students on different routes....

Mom in law is going back to Pakistan tonight. I don't know what I will do without her

The other night, we came back from my mom's place, and being the slob that I generally am, I changed into an old, unironed suit. Slept in the very same outfit, didn't bother to change in the morning(as usual.

However, in the evening, a cousin of A. came for iftaar.(and I was still in my old, unironed outfit). As if that weren't bad enough, A. decided that ammi and me accompany them, when it was time to drop him at his place. AND as usual he insisted that I am fine just as I am...'you...

The number of times I have authored priceless things only to be lost by a glitch of computer are as numerous as the stars in the sky. (Okay, perhaps a little less, I haven't really counted the stars).

Just lost a blog entry and now I have lost the will to write all that again.

...especially material things which we run after won't bring us happiness.

We live in a strange world. Whether we are watching t.v., readin a magazine, or just browsing the web(I recently learnt that surfing the web is 'obsolete' usage) we cannot esacape advertisments. They all focus on point: buy our product and you will be the happiest person in the world. As if the only obstacle in the way of achieving contentment and happiness is because of not possessing the advetised product....

Another trip down the memory lane. Why am I becoming so nostalgic all of a sudden!

The most beautiful naat. Cannot express in words how I feel listening to it.

There's a glassful of beer in front of me, but I cannot bring myself to drink it. It's got nothing to do with religious/moral scruples(it's non-alcoholic!) but I just hate the very sight and smell of it. Then why am I contemplating it?

I fasted on day 1 of Ramadan but was miserable by the afternoon, thanks to my kidney which couldn't have picked a worst time to 'act up'. So I am not fasting any longer, at least not till this dratted kidney cures, or else I know not what I shall do...

My husband made this for me last night. He has been trying to dissuade me from posting what he termes 'a 35-cornered paratha' pic. But he isn't at home

In case there is no such syndrome in the annals of medical history, it's about time that they added it. Since I am convinced that a considerable number of people suffer from it. Or if that is not the case, the frequency with which I am inflicted with this syndrome is reasone enough.

Anyway, I am going absolutely crazy with this recent bout of delayed anger syndrome(DAS). What makes it worst is that what's making me angry happened last year! And it's not as if I didn't vent about it....

...not to eat tomatoes, I have suddenly begun to crave them. There is nothing like making one want to eat something than to absolutely forbid them to eat that thing.

Ever since mum in law arrived, I took to regularly watching 2 soaps. The heroines of both(or all?) soaps are such huge losernis that I want to slap them all the time. And I don't understand why they take insults from everyone and just gulp them down and still continue to be Miss Congeniality!

Their sole mission in life seems to have all sorts of insults and humiliations heaped on themselves, suffer silently. And even when given a chance, to not speak for their rights or to clarify...