The history repeats iyself...!

its unfortunate.... highly unfortunate...Benazir Bhutto was killed by a gun shot which was followed by a suicide attack... its not the loss of the opposition party... leaders come and go , they change, its not that.... its not the loss of the husband... its not... its the loss of the children ... a mother died.. not a leader not a wife but a mother... how explicable-y sad ... unfortunate is all i can say... this was not for the sake of religion.. i am glad for that.. but for power, how lame can the mankind get...
they say she died by a snipper shot in the neck that severed her breathing pipe and then blown by a suicide bomber... many stories will follow.. long ago i heard that she had a mark on the neck and people with such marks get hanged...her father had one (so i have heard) and she got killed by a bullet in the neck... what more is to become... now her children will come into politics a few years from now and would follow the same path that Benazirs' father had paved... i am was never one of her fans... and she was one of the most corrupt politicians in Pakistan... yet i feel sad at this event ...and sorry that she died... may our Lord bless her and forgive her for her sins and may our Lord guide those who did this, towards a better path...
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a procession just broke outside my colony... its an army colony well within the cantonment area... did some one say cantt is safe ...*sigh* ...people i don't know who, tried to break into the colony... allot of banging was heard...it was probably someones car.. and i think they broke the mirrors of the front row houses...the guard cabins and one of the entrance gates have been destroyed...unfortunate...now why would someone do that... and i am sure many of those who did this ..did it only for the heck of it...
...what of the poor soles who just lost their cars...
... damn ..i just heard a blast sound from somewhere left ...what more will go wrong... i can see the smoke flames.... marked is this day with allot of sad events...
... my count has gone up to three of the blast sounds... we just went out to the colony market to get some essentials in case the situation got worse... since it is being advised not to leave home let alone our colony and heavy police is guarding our gates...
...what will now become of my country... May my Lord helps us out once more in this tragic event... Ameen

O gaya Bakra...!

Allah -ho- Akbar .... and the neck is sliced... i managed to look till bhai held the knife in just the right position... and again when life was going out of the prettiest one and he jerked a few times... if this qurbani weren't purely for the Religious purpose i would really have considered it barbaric... i can understand how non Muslims feel about this...its a sight not for the weaker hearts... what can be more traumatizing for the poor goats then to watch one of their own being but right in front of them... despite my pleas the other two witnessed the first one going down and then the second one... the third, i think was of the strongest heart to not have died of a heart failure on seeing the others go down like that... and the first one the bravest, for he was the notorious one and banged en kicked around these previous two nights..not to mention that he dragged me behind him out of the quarters in the morning and then at night again instead of the other way around... but this morning he just stood there en trembled but didn't try to run away... * sigh* ... and so they are gone.. another year another sacrifice... same dua ... 'may Allah accept it and bless us all...Ameen' ...

...its a tough job i tell you... i always considered knife one of the cruelest of weapons... one can actually feel the intensity with which the sharp razor penetrates the others body ...a slow motion picture plays in my mind every time i say this (those with special affects u know i.e. mist, the shinny blade, the exact sound affects ;))... and i thought client servicing was the worst hob in the world... a butcher tops my ranking from today onwards ... and here i was thinking that i should do one qurbani this time... but i am glad i found out that a woman cant do that ...

....and now that the poor souls have departed and now lay in the kitchen, beautifully cut en sliced... the coming hours are going to be nothing but YUMMILICIOUS :D.... its BBQ time my friends ...yayyyy! .... i surprise myself at how cruel i am... only a few hours ago i was feeling absolutely sorry for the poor things ..i still do but the thought of all that food awaiting en the good company... life has to go on ..ain't it ;)....

... and all that blood... i know the color is just marvelous and one can actually kinda enjoy the blood coming out...if only the animal would disappear or at least wouldn't make those heart wrenching noises and those attempts to free it self... ab koi btai us ko...kae bhai ab kiya faida bhagnae ka ...katee hoe gardan ka kiya achar dalae ga ... coming back to the blood ... its always a different red... some times the beautiful cherry red... at the other times a deep musky maroon... that gives the warmest of feelings...

To eat or not to eat...!

guess what i had for lunch today ...allu ka paratha :D... and yesterday... keema wala naan... and day before that ...bong or wong or something with this kinda sound... its a Kashmiri dish that needs to be cooked overnight ...to the point that the meat vanishes and all you see on first glance are huge weird bones and a yellowish, greenish and a few other colorish, stock... i cant say its something i enjoy since i am a pronounced meat person... but i took other things to compliment it...We kashmiri's eat too much... in fact all Lahori's eat too much... yet for me its the season which has created the main difference... summers are too warm to think about warm food but winters are just grand...my stomach knows exactly when the weather has changed ...not that it gets upset or anything... it just starts demanding for food like ive never eaten before... and now at lunch time you will often find me saying 'so hum khanae main kiya kha rahe hain' ...which usually gets a statement from someone and i quote 'pehle tu kuch bhe nai khati thee ab kiya houa' apart from the customized statement from HR 'aur bhai mahwash kiya khila rahe hai aj' ...i openly declare all the blame on winters :D... the partial truth is that now i feel comfortable enough with the people around me to ask them for something or something of this sort...
but its ok i guess... this change...since i have started my walk/jog thingi' lately..and it gets me going... and i don't eat late in the night anymore ... apart from a few occasions of course...like yesterday (talk about 'lately' ) *sigh*, when we had soup en chow men (how ever it is written...noodles), at one in the morning...i was about to go to bed when up came my sibs with this treat en i couldn't say no... you know i have a weak heart so its hard to say no to food even its Chinese (which is never my first choice, if asked) ....and then i went straight to bed...now i am sure one night wont hurt my already night food affected physic ... ;)

Change of Season...!

So i thought to myself...why do i write so much crap wrapped up in my self proclaimed poetry... when more then half the people who read it don't understand it...the other half of the half read and whisper * what a loser*...the last half are my favorite people who take out the time to read and then reply so lovingly that i resume to think that i can write :D... *hugs* for all of you...

i have decided to go off poetry for a while, since i want to write about people and events that i enjoy...and i want to experiment if i can quote them so that people who read can also enjoy em... or even if not that, i just want to do it for the heck of it... i JUST want to write ...

...lately i've been thinking, organizing my thoughts, listing down subjects about which i want to write...and uff there are so many...i have even started to compose em in my mind but as lame as my brain gets with too much processing ..i end up mixing everything and anything to the point that i stop altogether, lost to the point of how and why i began thinking... this was just one issue.. another being that i need to do something about my three dots... u know ( ... ) these... i cant live without them... i mean one dot doesn't seem like the perfect ending to a sentence...there has to be more at least three... yeah i know, its not a logical reason...to top that i even know that these three dots are ruining my punctuation yet i don't care...i don't want to ..but then why should i ....WHY... the point is to write...just write... ain't it ?... i know..but sush...lets drop this...
...no other pressing issues ...life's good...i wish i can find time to write in office...but i cant manage...i need my silence and peace to write... and with the constant intervention from the guys and the rest of the office i cant ...and then i need my privacy...if H keeps dropping in like he does and HR turning towards my screen en saying 'bas kar poondi karna mahwash...' i know i ll loose my concentration... maybe the idea of having separate cabins wont be that terrible... though i kinda like this clerk like setup we have abhe...because here we sit together en enjoy each others company..or rather i enjoy their company..i cant say the same for them :).... but we look like freakin' clerks otherwise...stupid light brown tables with papers and dummies all thrown about...i admit my table is the dirtiest most of the time... where i should be the sole example of a true representative of a professional working woman, i happily let my specie down ... my excuse... in the creative business my friends the dirtier the better... ;)