Even though I personally have always ever wanted to learn French, but since it won’t be of any use to me in Pakistan, the language I would want to learn miraculously is, Pushto, it is the language of one of our province, i.e. KPK, and it sounds a lot like French, and also that it will come really handy in a metropolitan city like Karachi where people in the down town markets are mostly Pushto speaking. So I would quite like to learn it, Yeah.. 🙂
If I think about a generation immediately younger than me, it would be my cousin’s daughters. They are cute and adorable of course, but one thing I understand least about them is their constant need of a cell phone which serves as their gaming zone all the time. I really do not understand the need of a constant gaming for 5 and 7 year old girls. It might sound like an oldie, but I think that those girls should be more close to people around them, rather than the cell phones people around them own.
What I learn, or to be more precise, awed about them is basically their presence of mind at that age. I couldn’t imagine doing and saying all the stuff they say at that age MashaaAllah.
In short, I think that digitalization had turned kids now, to something I could never imagine I would have been at the age of 7, only 14-15 yers back..!!
I won’t mention a specific date to be forwarded to, but I do know that it would be somewhere in the beginning of the next year hopefully, i.e. to say the day when I actually receive my Masters Degree in my chosen field. The day would really be a dream come true, and I will save my rant about the feelings for the day when I actually achieve it, but one thing I am sure of is that even the thoughts of the very day are soothing, only I hope that I will clear all my exams in first attempt and I’ll be through..
I would want to see, firstly, a connected food blog, which I intend to to do for more than a year but haven’t started. It will contain all my mother’s special recipes and since she doesn’t like blogging much, I had decided a long time ago to publicize her creativity myself, but I am so far not near it at all.
Secondly, I would want at least one of my post to be published in the freshly pressed, and it is really an ultimate dream.
And finally, I would want my novelette completed and published on my blog as a new page.
But all the above given require a long time and I don’t see a lot of it in the coming year as it would be the final year of my university and therefore I expect all the above given to happen automatically or just simply in any easy way not requiring my time, yet fulfilling my blog dreams easily.. ;D
I have been wanting to write for ages, my last post, if I remember correctly, in fact I just checked it, was more than a month ago. I couldn’t write because of the thing which happens every six month in my life only to disturb my routine life and immerse me in my books, i.e , EXAMS!! Last month, all the published prompts were more than amazing and I wanted to write for each and every oe of them but exams came in my path of blogging.
Exams ended last week, but after the exams, I was so so so tired of words, letters and books that I did not want to think, even though I have had I few ideas pending and a novelette to complete, I did not feel like writing at all. But today I feel like I am back to my online life. No matter how much I go on using Facebook, keep on crushing the candies, and stalk my so-called friends, I miss my blog and I am glad that I am back. 🙂
Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us CONFUSION.
As with most of the people, I feel like a fish out of water at times whenever we are visited by any of our relatives, or if, by an unavoidable circumstance, I am made to visit the relatives.
I simply cannot explain the awkwardness, the way they all seem to look at you as though you are an alien, and that typical dialogue,” You’ve grown so much!!”, makes me want to respond, “Actually, I didn’t have had a lot of choice for that aunty!!” But I cannot. Moreover, you are forced to smile every few minute at the face of a glaring relative, only to make sure they don’t that you are off colour, bored, sleepy, or anything of the sort. In short, such visits can be excruciatingly confusing, as you have nothing to talk about, yet you are bound to show that you are having the time of your life..
What I love about myself is the fact that I can be organized to a good extent, so I try to keep my stuff, my room, my cupboards all clean.
Now, about my favourite person, that is to say my mother, even though I love everything about her, the best thing is that she keeps her head cool and impartial at all times, making her capable of making choices, which do not cross our minds under pressured or normal conditions. The ways we are correlated by this are:
- Whenever I get well out of even my own control in arranging my siblings’ stuff, she cools me down.
- Also that due to a systematic mind, she herself arranges all that stuff of mine which I don’t bother to touch.
- And another thing which I am proud to have similar to my mom’s yet not relatable to this post is that my cooking flavours are similar to her’s.. 🙂