Alone

She could hear the silence. She could hear it talk to her; but she couldn't listen closely. Couldn't comprehend what it was trying to say. The noise in her head was preventing her from doing that. She caught the word "loneliness" she thought, or was it "forgotten"?; it must've been "unwanted"!. Hold on! was the silence also ruthlessly turning her away? Her only friend of the times she wanted to shrink to nothingness? When all tears had dried, when all laughter had departed to their homes, when even her headache didn't ache her anymore. When numbness could no longer soothe her. When the hot rushes in her head became her only contact with being alive, the contact she found hard to hold on to. The same she wanted to let go of, yet, it wouldn't let her go. And now it was about to steal from her, her last, her all. It had finally convinced the silence to abandon her too. And she knew also, that she had helped.

Tea Tea Tea

If I were to point out an addiction that I have, one which would give me any after-taking-away- of-drug symptoms; it would be tea. It must be noted, I mean TEA...not caffeine. Caffeine can be got through a number of other "halal" drinks, like coca-cola, and coffee. Okay, the "number" ended sooner than I expected... :(... ;p....But tea is my favourite. I am called the official chai-wala (tea-maker) of my class, when we stay those nights in studio, - yes, we the architecture students- me and another friend of mine go around asking people if they want tea. Some accuse us of having addicted them to it also...hehehe...and well, we accept it...we have!!!..

I am basically addicted to tea, cuz my mother is...no, its not hereditary. Look, I come from a country that has no qualms about what the "first world" calls "child labour" ...not that what I was subjected to was child labour, but still... Moving on, when I was what...six??...or was it five and half??...six I think, when I made the first cup of tea for my mother, and from then on it never stopped. She has, to-date, a mug of tea every half an hour!!!...and my fellas call me an addict!...It has been one of our family jokes that if one day we cut ourselves...we will bleed tea...hehehe

Anyways, I have always been proud that I can completely multi-task where tea is concerned. I can have tea while walking, climbing the stairs, draftingg, drawing, u name it!!! - without spilling - and in a moving vehicle, no, not a plane!..I mean the bumpy roller coaster roads of Karachiiii!!!...Where ther are more speed breakers than road length, and more khaddas (dips, ditches, unexpected depressions) than speed breakers - I mean the mountainous speed breakers - here its a real task to juggle with a mug of hot tea waitng to overflow.

Well, today, for me was a milestone tea day. Why?...cuz i drove on the same mad roads while i drank my tea!!!...It felt great!...freaked my sister out but I was very pleased with myself. It was amusing to watch aunties raise eyebrows beyond their foreheads, office-type guys with ties fix their specs to believe their eyes and the paan-chewing truck-walas looking down for a reason other than my being a female...And the tullas!! (traffic-police), they were just classic...!...one attempted to pull me over but instead just yelled...Baybee!!!...poor him!...Now I just wish I had taken a photograph....:/...:D

Introduction to blog

Hmmm... I have never blogged before, written lots, but never blogged. Therefore, being new to this, well, I am not speechless, cause I am a person with verbal diarrhoea; but I definitely do not know how or where to begin. Now, you see THAt is the problem with blogs and diaries and such, they don't reply, and one cant judge by their faces or body language what they might like to talk about. In case of people, mostly you can start with what they want and then move on to what you like talking about most, but it just gets sad if the person in question is into ONLY politics and football and starts becoming taciturn the moment you mention art. Then of course, there are those who count recent popular bollywood songs - such as just chill chill- as poetry. Well, poor poetry!, I wonder how she must feel.

Well, back to blogging and me. I guess I'll take this opportunity to talk about myself. OOhh...The last sentence suddenly reminded me of my kindergarten days, when we all were required to write about ourselves to pass exams!, and funny how the teacher "corrected" what we wrote, I mean how could she correct what we knew about ourselves!!... Strange our education strategies are...Anyways, talking about myself, I am one not-so-Pakistani , Pakistani female, studying or at least trying very hard to, study Architecture. When I say not-so-Pakistani, I mean, i do not, and probably never will fit the description of a Pakistani female. This creature (I'm talking about those that come from a background similar to mine - the middle strata of middle class) is generally what she is expected to become, i.e. shy, refined, not very talkative, one who doesn't laugh loudly - basically bordering on anti-social. Not only this, she is one who can somehow know how to cook since birth, and if she has to have a profession, she has to be a teacher or doctor; other than that, well we really have to fight our way around, and practicing that too becomes another question of "permission" after she gets married. Of course one of our life's goals is to get married, I think its the nucleus and driving force of our society! and our population statistics are reflective of that! . Okay, back to myself, I am social, talkative, sometimes overbearingly so, and laugh loudly!!...haaawww!!!...and unlike many of my counterparts, am not subject to "permission" for everything I do. I am into writing, and theatre and those are some of the things that have brought me here, to blog. I loooove travelling and have very recently been to China, Beijing more specifically. I guess I should go now, cause my computer will shut any moment!...I live in Karachi, where the electricity plays hide-n-seek-with us!....So here's to my first blog...cheers!