Sugar n spice & all that's nice!!

Hmm.Karachi finally gets its share of the awesome monsoon rains.. hehe.. it has been drizzling on and off since quite a few days but the real showers came yesterday, and as I blog they continue heavily.. And the best thing is that on sunday afternoon my cousins the thirteen year old twinnies came over to spend the day.. :) so we had the best time yesterday in the rain, playing lots of carom, yes, age old tradition, then later after dinner we went out for a stroll as the downpour stopped, but as we were returning, lo n behold it started raining again.. and they are stayin here, so we'll inshaAllah enjoy even more.. since its still raining !!!!! :D the only sad thing is that the cats feel bad they hate water, Mano was hiding in the lawn, and Mayna has gone off sumwhere, obv., without telling, came last night, but this morning she again went out.. Just bloggin this so that will have a good memoir later.. :D EDIT: It rained so much so that at some places powers out, I still have power

*Dedicated to Mayna!!* When we shifted to our new house some three years ago, a cat used to lurk there.. And since she was snow white with pea green eyes.. we started caling her Mano, she is really a bit arrogant type, she knows she's pretty and all.. Anywho, in less than a year she gave birth to triplets.. 2 were exactly alike, pure white, one had green eyes, the othe had one green and one blue eye.. :) And the third kid was black and white.. Those three lil loonies were so cute, they used to sleep on the window sill, one on top of the other.. Then as they grew big, Mano left them.. We named the kitten with both green eyes "Mayna", the one with a blue and green eye "Shrewd" and the black and white bubloo kitten as "Bhaloo". Bhaloo had greenish grey eyes outlined black as if kajol is applied.. I reckon Bhaloo took after her dad.. ;) And such nice siblings they were that one day when Bhaloo while sitting on the wall fell into the neighbours wall acciden

Hi. Last night my PC got stuck while I was creating a beautiful entry. Found out today that modem got jinxed. I'm blogging through mobile phone. 
Theres a wonderful short story entitled “Picture Perfect”available online at http://dawn.com 
On the left side theres a link 'Books & Authors' you'll find it there. Enjoy reading. And Please pray that my modem gets ok tom. as todays Sunday. 
Thanks. KH

Its thirty past one.. a.m. I am trying to sleep. I think I am sleepy too, a full days work does that, but its weird because I can't sleep, because it seems weird thinking that just a room behind where you used to sleep, you aren't there now. I was used to it. Whenever I felt like that, I always went to you, and wake you up..Then, after a few moments of talking to you helped me sleep. Remember, when in fifth grade, after I had Jaundice, and had your full company, you put me to bed even in fifth and sixth grades, we'd stay talking till late. No matter how much I wish for time to turn, it won't.. But its not so now. Now, if this happens all I can do is think of you, think that you are not there. Sometimes I lay thinking that you might come in and peep in my room as you used to.. perhaps someday..and if you did, you'd be like, "You are still awake.." And then we'd have our midnight tea. It was so nice. I still have tea at night, old habits die hard, but I

Mass Deaths!! Few days ago, the PIA Foker crashed after take-off. 45 people were killed instantly. Then today, Allama Hasan Turabi was the victim of a suicide bombing! (his nephew also) http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/south_asia/5180644.stm He was attacked earlier in April, which was sustained.. Then, Mumbai train bombings.. Then the Karachi bombings in Rabi ul Awwal.. Before that 8th october earthquake in which thousanmds of people died.. We all have to leave, but mass deaths are occuring at such a high rate..its sad.. A request for Surah-e-Fatiha for all the Marhumeen who died in all these events..

When in Karachi, time doesn't mean anything!! It was past eleven, and Simra was just redoing her hair. She always did it. No, she wasn't going out, she was infact off to sleep, but brushing her hair every night prior to sleeping was an act she had been performing since the past 7 years, and now at 16, she did it with even more vigour. "Ammi, how come your hair is so shining??," she had asked with such an innocence that Ammi smiled. "You want shining hair too, but yours are so sleek shiny, what else do you want?" she had ruffled Simra's black hair. "Like yours." "Ok, then you must brush them every night before sleeping." "Every night?" she gasped. "Yes. a hundred times." "Ammi!!???!!" "Well, it ain't hard dear, thirty three times the right tuft of your hair, same times the left tuft, and thirty four times the back side, and you are done.." "Well, sounds easy," she chuckled and ran o

Back with a new post!! I was cleaning my drawers today just to find some old memoirs, like the other day I found my slam book.. I keep on dwellin in the past! Today, I found my old report cards.. Nice comments, some nice grades too.. The one thing that really caught my attention was the printed poem at the back of each report card, "Try Again" which goes like 'Tis a lesson you should heed, Try again.. If at first you don't succeed, Try again.. which reminded me of my own poem, "I Try!!", I thought of puttin it up here, to save it.. Here goes; Over the mountains, Across the seven skies, Where I haven't ever been, Above tops too high, I try, To let my voice, Be heard by you, But I'll never know, If you heard my cry, I try, Hope against hope, That I'll find you, If not in this world, Then somewhere in the sky, I try, To be the person, You wish to see me, I'll never do the worst, And bid you good bye, And yet, I try. Wrote sometime in Apri

Naveed twisted on the floor, rolled from one side to the other. At times, he folded the pillow in two, and once he just held it in his hand, there were still five freakin' minutes to go before the dial struck 4. Still, quite a lot of time left before the azan for Fajr would echo throughout his town. Naveed, unlike most people in dirty old Karachi, was one of the few who spent the night thinking what happened today. Today wasn't exactly good. Seemed like Abba was really angry. Well, what could he do?? It happened at the breakfast table. Naveed as usual woke up at 12:30 p.m. took a shower, offered Zuhrain , and on to the table, his breakfast table, where as it was Abba's luncheon time. Abba usually took lunch to work, but this afternoon he wasn't feeling good, so came home just in time to see Naveed sit at the table yelling, "Amma, mera anda paratha ???" Abba was furious. "Nido, is this the time for an anda paratha ???" "Aa.. Abbbaaaaa!! Well...