Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Tuesday

Yesterday I was busy writing the post for Flowing Emotions. Though I started writing it after 11 pm, I didn't even consider updating this blog before that. Earlier I had been to my aunt's house and accompanied her to Abid's to shopping. She is leaving for Mecca on 26th of this month and will be back only in 2008. I hope not to be in Hyderabad when she comes here! InshAllah I won't be here because I will be in some other city doing MBA.

The college yesterday was till 12:30 pm. One of the lecturers didn't turn up to the college so we were left early. I even had to write an assignment in the college itself I knew nothing of which. The subject lecturer asked for it in the class itself and I said I would be giving it in the lunch break. Thanks to one of my friends who drew the diagram for me. I did the writing work.

Just a few minutes before I was about to start writing, a friend came up to me telling that he had a shocking news for me. I casually turned to another friend sitting beside me and told him that no news can be shocking to me unless ... I didn't finish the sentence but he understood what I was going to say. I was taken in a corner to be told about the 'shocking news'.

It was shocking. I couldn't believe it. It was like hell to me for the next 20 minutes. I was not able to write properly. But I was smiling all though. For once I thought everything was going to change forever. I was afraid of what would possibly come next. In those 20 minutes I thought about my next 20 years and what I would be doing in the next 2 hours. In some way I was happy too believing that finally something has arrived that would in some way put an end to many things.

Then may be this friend of mine saw something on my face which made him tell me the truth. He promised to me that he wasn't kidding now. I was relaxed. It was such a relief. The last 20 minutes had taken away my breath. I couldn't talk to him after that as he had some class to attend and he left. I left for my aunt's house.

On my way I had chicken biryaani and tea at a hotel in Mehdipatnam along with my friend. I just told him that I never had tea with a friend at a hotel before and we did it. But it wasn't like having tea in a Irani hotel. We took to the dining section.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Magnet People

Almost an hour back I asked somebody to pray. I said this after hearing several things I didn't liked and also after being asked to do something which I thought was not ethical and correct. I had to hear even more after I asked the person to pray. I kept myself silent all the time and listened to everything. I didn't listen actually - I heard. It was partial. In the end I said that it would have been much good and valuable if this time spent in telling me all this was invested in prayers.

All the while I was trying to read a book. Yesterday I treated myself with the final few pages of 'The Alchemist'. It had a wonderful finish. I expected the end to be something unexpected! And today I started with 'Magnet People' by Roger Fritz. I took it from my uncle a fortnight back. The book comes inside the bracket of self-help books but this one particularly deals with people who work and live in a business environment.

I don't like reading any book that points directly to the idea of personality development. I find these type of books as more naive written to make money. These books have things people like to read. The kind of books I like are have a sharper focus on aspects that clearly deal with generic topics. I read one 'The Dream is Everything' by Peter Cox. It was about fulfilling of dreams. I read 'Strategies of Success' by John C Maxwell. It was about how success can be achieved - of course by hardwork - and some extra things that are to be kept in mind. I read 'Magic of Thinking Big' by David J Schwartz and 'How to Become a Person of Influence' by Jim Dornan and John C Maxwell. The names of the books say everything.

None of the above are for personality development. But I also read 'I Can Win' by Shiv Khera. I agree it was a bit closer to the above class. But still it was different. If I look at my right to the shelf that shelves a book named 'Personality Development' by Rajiv K Mishra, I would tell myself I shouldn't come down to the level of reading a book like that. Also that Indian authors turn me off!

Yesterday I wanted to go to a cousin's house. I thought of going out for some shopping with him. But it time time didn't help me. I had to choose between parents and this. I was with my parents. As my mother had to go to her office, along with my father and brother I went to pick her up from there. Then we had a lunch at Sidhartha Hotel which is just next to her office. (i still wonder why so little number of people who that hotel. It has bee into existence for more than 20 years now I am sure.)

I thought we would be having something heavy and non-vegetarian there. But when my mother asked my father what he was interested in eating, he said 'Poori'! Instead of going to the chinese section, we entered the coffee shop. The waiter told us that there was no north Indian food available at that time of the day. I had a 'plain paper dosa' and followed it with a cup of coffee.

When we started from the restaurant, my brother asked "what next". My father replied "home". We went to the Industrial Exhibition. My mother already told that we won't be buying anything and will stay there not for a very long time. We ate quite a few things but I bought a coffee mug for myself. I didn't buy it; my parents paid the bill. My mother was more interested in the refrigerators and televisions. We have been looking at the same old pieces at home for the last 10 years!

We reached home at 8 pm. I was tired and did nothing much after that. But I finished the book I was reading and spent a lot of time on the internet. I slept at 2 am. And woke up at 11 am int he morning. In fact I woke up a lot earlier than that and just lay myself on the bed for a long time - thinking and contemplating.

I thought of doing the regular chores early and leaving for my cousin's place by 12 noon. I came to know that my aunt and uncle were coming (parents of my cousin who got married a few weeks back). They are still in Hyderabad and should be here till the end of this week before leaving to Gulbarga. Then by the end of this week my uncle will return to his job in Sakaaka, Saudi Arabia.

I saw the photo album of the photographs taken at the wedding function of my cousin sister. I was glad to see myself at so many places there with so many people. The I also copied the marriage videos onto my computer. I couldn't get the CD in which the photographs of the album (hard-copy) were written. My uncle said he will give it to me when we meet next. He saw all the pics I took during the ceremonies and took a copy of them with him. I also showed him the 'Ya Ali' video which my cousins had prepared in August. It was pleasing to my eyes to see that the video had been view more than 2500 times on Google Videos.

Since the start of evening I have been trying to think of some good topic to write on fr Flowing Emotions. I don't know if I will actually write before sleeping, but I have found the idea and also the content. I have to give it a form - in words!

Saturday, January 13, 2007

With these broken wings I'm fallin'

On Friday I was informed that I won't be having any class at CL on Saturday. There was some error. I called the center and confirmed that I have a class there and Sunday was a holiday. We had a reading comprehension class and there was a lot of reading work to do. I reached home at 9:15 pm.

On Friday night (morning!) I slept at 2 am and woke up only at 11 am and that was when a friend came to meet me. He was here till 1:40 pm. He brought with himself a webcam which we tried to install on my computer as it was giving some problem at his house. We also prepared a CD for him with some softwares and new songs I have.

I had planned a few things for Saturday and nothing went that way. Today I wanted to go a cousin's house but I haven't received any message from him saying that he is free. I know he will be but I need a confirmation. I have to make some purchases and I guess I will go out with him.

My mother has to go to her office today. Her bank works for all 7 days a week and she gets some supervision work on a Sunday once every 2 months. She says it's all time wast sitting there. She has asked us to come to take her from her office today so that we can have a lunch somewhere. She mentioned Sidhartha Hotel. It's a long time since I have been there. But I don't know if I will make it to the place - I might be with my cousin. Mother wants me to be there by 3pm.

Last Sunday my father wanted to take me to the construction site of a very big mansion his friend is getting constructed near MirAlam tank. It was my father who co-ordinated the architect and the engineer for the work. Even I wanted to visit the place given that something new is being done there. Some new materials and new technology is being implemented. But I couldn't go as I had to attend a friend's birthday. If nothing goes as planned today, I will ask my father if we can have that visit today.

Yesterday night when my mother announced the dinner, I didn't feel like eating. It was the homemade biryaani which my grandmother had prepared earlier that day. In general I don't really like homemade biryaani in comparison to the one that is available in the hotels. Though at some places I have liked the taste but still it looks a little different that the one form outside. So, yesterday night I didn't feel like eating it. I had already had a taste of it in the lunch when I visited my grandparents' house just before going to CL.

I had to fill my stomach and I was hungry. I asked my father if I could get something form outside to eat. My mother who was standing behind me objected saying that I should eat it. I told her why I didn't want to eat. But while I was saying all this, I prepared myself to cut my want for more and eat what was there at home. But my parents agreed. I ate a chicken roll. I also had the option of a burger. But I went of for a roll.

Today in the reading comprehension class at Career Launcher, among the several passages I had to read, 2 where about writing and writers. One was about authors who take up pseudo names. All the reasons why such a thing is done where explained and some example of famous writer was also mentioned. The other one was about George Orwell. They were very interesting. The other passages were about museums. There there was and excerpt from some novel. There were few more things to be done and the class went on upto 8:45 pm. We had to spend 15 minutes more than what was stipulated.

Lately my brother has developed interests in architecture. My father and I have once told him that it can be a very nice thing if he could study that subject and take architecture as a profession to become an architect. I once also told him I would have better taken up architecture and not computer sciences (I have no regrets taking computers. I just wanted to let him know how much I like architecture and I wanted to tell him that it has lots of substance in it).

My mother is not so particular about anything presently. She just wants him to do something from a good college. She gives my example. I feel good - but mostly bad - guilty. To study architecture my brother has to write PACET (I have come to know about this from a friend; thanks to him for the information). Presently my brother is preparing for EAMCET and AIEEE. I do not know what he is precisely going to do but I sincerely hope that he gets into a good college. Like me! But study not like me!

This coming week we will be having mock campus placements at my college. They will be conducted by the people from Career Launcher. I have no idea what we are going to do exactly but I am looking forward for it. But I am a bit hesitant too. I have no intention of taking up any job after my engineering. This thing can just help me learn something.

Perhaps in a day or two I will write something for Flowing Emotions. I know there are few more blogs I have that need to be updated. I am looking ahead to have something to write about.

Some days back I had the title of a post as "He will do one of two things". I took that line (stanza) from the song 'How to save a life' by The Fray. The continuation goes this way ...

He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you begin to wonder why you came.

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Then there was one 'Slaughter. Not hang'. It was for Saddam Hussein. According to me he should have been slaughtered so that it is in concord with the Islamic (shariyat) laws. Hanging was a wrong method adopted. Perhaps I can write something on this if I get something good to think on!

Even today's title and the last 2 ones have been taken from some songs. Yesterday's was from "Lips of an angel". The one before that was from "Savin' me". Today's too is from "Savin' me". Is it not funny?

Friday, January 12, 2007

I got to whisper as I can't be too loud

Today after fajar I went online for a little more than an hour. I logged into MSN messenger after a lot of time and found my cousin sister from Austin online. The last time I spoke to her was when she was in India in February 2006. We had a chat for about an hour in the morning. We renewed old things and recollected the days we had some years back.

When I was small I once asked her if she knew how to write poems. She said "yes". I was amazed that she could write and I also had told that it seems impossible to me to rhyme anything. Now, every time I write a poem I think about her. I told her about this. She told me that she remembers me whenever she does calligraphy.

It was she who taught me this art I cherish. She said she help her daughter with her school work and gets to do a lot of calligraphy. So, she said this way she remembers me every few days. I was flattered. She was closest to me in those days and she told me that I am always special for her. I didn't know how to respond. I smiled. I meant that smile - the smiley :) and also the one I had on my lips when I was keying those 2 characters.

My friend who celebrated his birthday on Sunday wanted to give a small treat to some friends he missed out. So, he took us out to have ice creams at Snowies. I had 'Chocolate Yummy' there. I reached home at 4:20 pm after that.

In the evening I was busy with my cousin sister who visited our house. My parents were not at home so I was talking to her. Then I turned on the computer and logged into yahoo messenger. My friend started a chat and told me that the result of the last semester were out and he added the word 'mubarak'. I was confused. I was surrounded by my niece and nephew and wasn't able to type anything. I took a break from them to learn that I scored 68.4%. I don't know how exactly I feel now. Perhaps ambivalent.

It was my father's birthday today. I wished him a little late - at 12:30 pm when I was in the college. In the evening we had a small party kind of thing and we got food from outside. I had tandoori chicken, butter chicken and biryaani. Then my parents went to my cousin's house to drop her back. Her husband is in Behrain and she is staying here alone with her children.

Today I was thinking about how different every family is. Right form the way they live, eat, dress and sleep. I tried to wonder how my niece and nephew feel about their other cousins who again are my niece and nephews. I tried to put myself in their place. I felt that I am better off with the cousins I have. I am happy with the sent of aunts and uncles I have. I am glad to be where I am now. I can't imagine taking any other person's shoes.

Though this can be a good thing for me, it's really not that good. Being this way means that I didn't learn how to adjust with different atmospheres. perhaps I don't like changes to happen with and around me. May be I am obsessed to the way things are now. This will meant hat it will hurt me a lot when things will no more be the way they are now. I am confused.

Yes ... I know. Today I am confused. I need to be either logged in or logged out of the commitment I am thinking of. I don't know what to do. It looks as if I won't get what I am asking for. Some people seem to be so far. I was wondering if there is some way that can let me know what is right - to stay determined or to give up. Sometimes even refusing to give up can be a mistake. I need to destroy somethings before they destroy me. I am attempting to destroy a hope. I try it even when I am reluctant to do so.

Most of my friends scored more than me. I am happy for them. I don't know if I am frank with what I am writing but I wished I never had to see my marks. Not because they would be less. Just because they would be more than what I deserve. I was supposed to fail in one subject. At a time when getting 30 in that subject (Microprocessor Systems and Interfacing) seemed impossible, I got 55. How do I give solace to my conscience? What face will I how to Allah? I feel so ashamed.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Prison gates won't open up for me

The day before yesterday I took 'The Alchemist' from a friend. I started reading it that day itself but did a major part today - in the morning after fajar and in the evening just sometime back. I am on the 94th page an I hope to finish the book by tomorrow. It's not a big book like 'The Fountainhead'. It's small, precise, objective and teaches many things and inspires.

Today I left the college at 1:30 pm. In the morning I spoke to my aunt and I told her that I would be calling her around 12:30 pm. I called her after coming out of the networks lab. She asked me to come over to her house. We were supposed to go and buy tickets. She is leaving for Mecca shortly. When I reached her house she told me that she has already confirmed the reservation on phone and it would be fine if we go to the office some other day and pay the money to have the tickets in hand.

She will be encashing (is this word right? I couldn't find it on google; but have heard many people using it!) some demand draft tomorrow and get the money. We will go to the office sometime next week.

My heart sank when I realized that I could have remained in the college and attended the class - there was no real need for me the bunk the ALC class that was supposed to start at 1:20 pm. I would have spent some time with my friends. It was all so pleasant today. I would have been there to look around to have my heart smile to itself thinking of the dreams I have and then later cherish them to the limit of saddening my soul! I slept after having my lunch. I was fine and I kept smiling all through my stay there till 6:15 pm.

In the morning I didn't sleep after fajar. I had a bucket full of clothes already soaked in detergent-water and I had to load them into the washing machine. Before that I had to give some rubbing to the collars and handcuffs of all the shirts to cleanse them from the dirt that had made me put them for washing. With the clothes in the machine, I was busy reading the novel. I even took a walk outside to buy tomatoes. I had to go the way to Tolichowki cross-road to make the purchase.

When I left home in the morning for college I was in a hurry. After sometime on the way I realized that I had forgotten to take my networks textbook with me and I recollected the lecturer's words that he won't be allowing anybody to sit in the lab if he/she is without that book. When he said that a few days back I thought to myself about the meaning of the word 'pedagogic'.

I knew the worst case in the lab would be that I will be asked to leave immediately. I also thought about the shirt and the watch I was wearing. My shirt was a bit shiny made of some synthetic material of which not everybody likes to have their shirts made. My watch was somewhat flashy - white dial, silver strap and golden linings.

I had my sleeves folded twice to give the watch a chance to appear in front of every person who took notice of me. My only purpose of folding the sleeves was to prevent them from hanging down my hands carelessly - they were a little lengthy. The size of the shirt was larger than what fits me.

All the while I was also worried that some witty person would think that I was considering the show off of that watch. I never meant that. I can't help sometimes when things show up this way by themselves. All I can do is forget of what is being shown! (Do I make sense here?)

When the lecturer came to know that I didn't bright my copy of that book, he scolded me. He asked me if I can ever forget wearing clothes. The second question was about the watch - if I can ever forget wearing a watch? I had no guts to answer. If I had, I would have asked if books were more important than clothes. I would have also said that I would have reached the college late if I had not worn the watch.

But I know he wasn't referring to clothes and watches in general. He was referring to those particular clothes and that particular watch I was wearing. They seemed ornate. Perhaps. He wears a 'sherwaani' to the college almost daily. Need I write directly that I felt insulted when he said that? No, I didn't feel insulted. I smiled at myself as I had expected this and also something much bad.

Things were too calm in the house. The silence was of the kind I don't like. Though everything seemed alright, it was trying not to be so. I am hanging on to the memories of all the pleasant past and also to the hopes of a clear tomorrow. We understand present better only when it becomes history.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

He will do one of two things

I didn't write an update yesterday thinking that there is nothing I have that I would like to put up here - for reasons including that I wanted I hide. But later I realized that I could have written some things! Never mind ... :D

I came from the reception party of Monday's wedding at 11:40 pm. Things got over a little today. We didn't meet many people. Just had the dinner, sat there for a while and left. The function was grand enough. I thought of sleeping the moment I came home but was reminded of this blog I have :)

Just sometime back I also realized that there was no coffee at home. It got over wen I had a cup in the morning. So I went out to get it from the near by medical store. It's so pleasant outside.

Yesterday after having my dinner I stayed online for sometime. Just after 12 midnight I felt like eating something It was not exact hunger I felt but I wanted to eat something. I saw some biscuits. I didn't feel like eating them. There were some slices. I opened the refrigerator. I saw a cup of curd and thought that it could have been so nice if I never had to hate it's taste. Then I thought of eating peanuts. I was reminded of the allergy and boils I suffered with when I ate peanuts about a month back.

I ate a banana and a tablet, Actifed Plus. The medicine was to prevent any cold hurting my throat when I would wake up today. I usually get a throat pain when I eat a banana just before sleeping in the night! So complex everywhere!

Yesterday I bunked the class after lunch break in the afternoon (of course afternoon!). I spent the time with my friends sitting behind the library. We had lots of jokes and some good time together. Sometimes I feel that I am being touchy whenever I write anything like "it was a good time spent" or "I felt great being there". But I mean it and I like everybody letting know what all I like. Perhaps I need to find some other way of expressing myself - a one that is straight enough to explain what I feel yet keep away from anything all that that may appear sentimental!

My cousin sister left India on Wednesday early morning. She will be in Decatur in a few hours I suppose. I will be waiting desperately to see her online. My other cousin brother who came here from Kyrgyzstan too left today morning at 11:20 am. He will reach there tomorrow. I met his brother and father today at the function. I will miss him too. Yesterday night we had a chat and we bid goodbye to each other emotionally. We shared some "sorries" for not being able to visit each other's houses anytime in the last few days.

Something happened Monday morning and I was feeling guilty about it. I even thought of taking a big step towards solving things - or perhaps worsening them. Yesterday night I was feeling like having a talk to somebody on this and discuss it out. Thankfully a friend came online and we had a chat. I got the right advice form the friend and I won't be doing anything now. Just pray :) for everybody. I can't forget what happened but I won't think about it - at least with my own will.

I expect some mistakes - typos and grammatical - in today's post. My ears were wired to earphones all through the writing time I had - 15 minutes I guess. I was continuously listening to "The Reason", "How to save a life" and "Savin' Me" :D

Monday, January 8, 2007

I know something you don't know

I have been finding it very difficult to go to the gym in the evenings. I am even planning to start preparing for CAT seriously now - it's already high time. Then I even like to spend time on the internet daily for some good time. Somehow I have to manage time. I am getting tired when I reach home after college. I am thinking of going to bed a little early - at least by 12 midnight and go to the gym in the mornings. I hope I am able to handle this. InshAllah I will.

Today after the college we 7 friends went to have 'chaat' at Keshav Reddy which is close to our college. It was nice being there. I reached home at 6:15 pm and since then I feel like taking a nap. But I have some work to do - I have been postponing the washing of the car and my father is getting restless with that (he is presenting a very sweet face whenever he mentions about that but he is sarcastic I know!) - so, will clean the car now. Then we have a wedding party to attend.

I have been lately thinking of how exciting it becomes when we have some secrets with us. And it becomes even more thrilling when we share a secret with a close friend. It feels as if we are superior - something like "see I know something you do not know ... I am above you"!

Sunday, January 7, 2007

The trick to being a bore is to say everything

Yesterday something held me back from writing for the blog. Perhaps I felt that there was nothing substantial to write. Though I was tired, I was up here, sitting in front of the computer chatting with 2 of my very good friends. I was too happy with that and I didn't care to take the satisfaction I usually obtain from updating this blog. Somehow, I am back here in words again!

Yesterday night I slept around 2:30 am. I woke up at 6 once, tried to sleep again, got out of bed at 8 m. I was at CL 5 minutes before the start of the class. It was a class of quantitative analysis and we did algebra in that. It was a class just to help all of us revise the fundamentals of the topic.

Yesterday I banged into the classroom at 6:50 pm. 20 minutes late. The moment I opened the door I saw a lot of students sitting there. I was thinking to myself "my batch's students never come in such large numbers". I just opened my mouth "may I come in sir?". From behind the student instructor asked "Which batch?". I was still at the door. The instructor from inside said "come in". I turned and replied "A3". She pointed towards the door of other room. I silently slid the door back and went into my classroom. We had a class for English Usage.

In that class we were asked to prepare a word list of some new words and weave them into some skit which too had to be designed by us. We all were just 7 people in the class ans we were split into 2 groups. I was in the one with 4 students. We didn't write the dialogs down unlike the other group. We prepared the word list and planned the scene. We thought we would somehow use the words spontaneously. We used less than half of them. We forgot the words while trying to be impulsive.

We were all laughs after we finished. We enjoyed. We even got to have some interaction with other students. I made a couple of friends. The class ended at 8:50 pm and I was there till even after 9 talking with my class mates. I got to know more people and socialize. My friend from my college wasn't there in the class so I had to take a bus back home. I reached home just a little before 10 pm. I was tired.

Today after the class I went to attend a lunch party. It was a friend's birthday. He first planned a lunch at Tadka, Ohris - road number 11. I was there with him on time. 12:30 pm with another friend. He was continuously in contact with our other friends and few of them told him that they can't come up. He felt bad I am sure. Because the number reduced, he thought of having some other place as the venue. We had ordered a bottle of water. He paid Rs. 50 for that! And we left for eat street.

There we had 8 people totally. 2 more turned up just on time. We had some heavy things and the cake too and I was home at 4:45 pm. I did a lot of walking too after the lunch with a friend. We crossed the Khairtabad flyover to reach the bus-stand. After coming home I slept.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Slaughter. Not Hang

Today I didn't attend even a single class. I had planned of bunking the lab in the morning and I did. I spent a very nice time in place of the networks lab that I had to attend. In the afternoon my friends pulled me out of the class and took me to watch 'Miami Vice'. I wanted to attend the class - my attendance is on a fall. The movie: I liked whatever part I understood!

After that I went to my grandparents' house. It was my aunt's wedding anniversary too and I wanted to meet them all. I had my lunch there even though I already had the lunch box in the college itself. I left for home at 6 pm.

My parents and brother were going out to make some purchases and were expected to come after 9 pm. But before that my mother's cousin called home asked if she could talk to my mother. I said that mother is not home and I will call her and make her get in contact as early as possible. I could hear her voice crying. I called my mother immediately and informed her about the call.

Some minutes my grandmother called me and told that my mother's aunt has expired. My parents didn't come home and rushed to their house immediately. The came here sometime back, had dinner an left again. My mother would be staying there in the night. We had to get dinner from outside.

Sometimes it becomes necessary that we have people we can share even the smallest thing we have pressed in our hearts. I have mentioned the importance of having such people in our lives already. And I say it again. I find myself as the luckiest (if at all there is something called as luck) person I know. Allah has blessed me with such people. I don't know how to thank Him for that. I do not know how to thank these people for that. I guess having tears in eyes while writing this is enough to show how much I mean it.

But I fear losing them. I fear that someday everybody will take their own ways and I will be alone. Who knows if I will find more of such kind of people in the future. All I can do is pray and also pray that these prayers are accepted!

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Read it. Please

A few minutes back I finished adding names and title to the photographs I have posted a few days back on a blog. It took me more than 30 minutes to make the additions. There are 50 pics posted.

I came home a little before 5 pm today and took a nap. Before that I had the lunch I had taken to college. At 8:50 pm I went to the gym. I had to work out for my lats. It was tiring. I missed one exercise as the machine was too busy with other people.

It was a fine day today - no ups, no downs. Simple and lovely. I had some time with freinds but one of them was missing. He wasn't there to bug us! Tomorrow I will be having the college at 10 am and I am thinking of bunking the lab in the morning. But I will go to the college on regular time.

I had 'nahaari' today in dinner. It was cooked at my grandmother's place. We still have our 'things' in the freezer. Mother will cook them when she gets time. I had 'gaajar ka halwa' today again.

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

Too shy to ask, too proud to lose

Just some time my uncle, with whom my father works, came to meet us along with aunt. We already met them for Ied yesterday at their residence. We had a nice chat today. Even a few of my father's friends were here. A teacher from his school too paid a visit. After they all left, I felt that I got some news good enough to put on our family blog, and I did it.

Today I did go to the college. There was only one class in the morning which I wantedly skipped as I was late. There were no classes after that. Nice for those who didn't turn up today. Bad for those who did. So, we played cricket - we were 12 people. I got to bat, bowl and of course, field. I mention this because the last time played I only had to field.

While playing cricket I hurt myself. While fielding I closer to the fast moving ball to take a catch. The ball was too low and when I brought my hands in font of it, it hit me hard on the middle finger of my right hand. It was enough to hurt my nerve that my hand is now aching upto my shoulder. The pain is more at the finger, elbow and the top of my shoulder. I even couldn't lift any extra weight when I went to the gym today... :D

Yesterday my father asked me to get ready at 9 in the morning. I did. He asked me to drive the car. I did. He asked me to have the breakfast at a cousins house, when we went to meet him just after the prayers, without even meeting my mother first. I did. He asked me to cut ("Zubaa") the 2 sheep. I did. He asked me to sit with the butcher and supervise. I did. He asked me to have the lunch with him when we had some guests. I did. For all this I said a 'yes' and then agreed. In the evening he asked me to give a dusting the car. I showed a "ugh" face. I didn't say a 'yes'. But I did!!!

All this was just to show how much I don't like cleaning the car. It looks weired to me. Some months back I used to enjoy. But now it looks different. I dirties my clothes. As we park the car outside everybody stares at me while passing by. And further more, I feel that sometimes even my brother should do it.

Yesterday I had 4 different sweets when I went out to meet my relatives in the evening. Of course I know, many people might have had more! the first one 'Sheer Khorma' was a tome itself. It was not like what my mother prepares usually. She said that the 'pheni' was not nice.

The second was at my mother's aunt's house. It was 'Gaajar Ka Halwa'. The third was at my grandparents' house - 'Chaanwal Ki Kheer'. The fourth was at my uncle house (the one who visited my hose today). It was 'Khubbani Ka Meetha' along with custard on it. In between, at an aunt's (my father's elder sister) house, I had another dose of 'Gaaja Ka Halwa; but it was a little different from the previous one - I think it had some milk product in it. It was nice.

The night before yesterday's I slept at 3 am. I was uploading some pics taken during my sister's marriage functions on a blog. I first had to select some from around 250 pics. Then I had to edit them - also enhance them a little. Then came the uploading part. It was boring. After adding 50 pics on the blog, blogger.com refused to work. My account was getting logged out. Then I learnt that I was exceeding some limit blogger.com has already set. It is either that it won't allow anything more than 8 MB to exist on a single blog, or it doesn't allow more than 50 pics to on one blog. I still need to clarify.

The days are going fine. It's amazing how things work themselves out towards goodness. It's all Allah's wish. I am fine and happy.

Since Sunday I have been having a lot of chocolate! It was all Dairy Milk on Saturday and Sunday. Yesterday night and today it was some chocolates from Kyrgyzstan - full of nuts. Then today some Hershey's. The Kyrgyzstan are still there in the refrigerator!

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