……I don’t wanna go down that road again…..I really, really, DON’T………
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……I don’t wanna go down that road again…..I really, really, DON’T………
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I want to travel again….lose my thoughts…forget about the world….go back to the places I’ve already been through and relive the experiences – only this time, mindfully and more satisfactorily……in my own time….in my own way….
I’m fantacizing quietly sitting on the edge of a river, snaking through a small Swiss town, with my legs playfully dipping and splashing in the ice cold water gushing past in a ferocious torrent………
….taking in the magnificent view of snow capped Alpine range and the lush, green, rolling hills and breathing in the fresh, cold air in between bites of chips and pops of pure swiss chocolates…..ahh…bliss…
…..listening to the thunderous roar of the great Niagra Falls…feeling the cold touch of the mist arising from below…..
……looking out to the horizon, watching the sun dip into the Indian ocean while the pleasant breeze under the coconut trees soothes my senses……
……marvel at the magnificence of ancient times at the foot of the pyramids and the towering columns of the Karnak Temple….
I also dream of experiencing the freshness of the Hawaiian Islands, the serenity of Ladakh and Lhasa, the cultural melting pot of Turkey…..I want to see where the meeting point of the waters of the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean from the tip of the African continent…..cover the vastness of the Australian outback, jump with the masais and come in close proximity of the marvels of the Masai Mara.
Island hopping and a cruise would be a dream come true….Seychelles, Maldives, Mauritius…….the Carribean and the Mediterranean archipaelago…
Buzz my senses with the modernity of Japan, the overwhelming Great Wall of China, the adventures of the Rocky Road Mountain Rail of North America and/or the Palace on Wheels across India….
sighhh………..anywhere but here…………
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I’m a self confessed recluse…a hermit..barely on the verge of a chronic anti-social. I get awry and fidgety in public…maybe I can manage to get a li’l comfortable when I’m in the company of close….wait, make that VERY close…friends. Otherwise, I don’t feel easy even when I got my family around me.
It’s got nothing to do with the inferiority complex shit. I just get edgy when people eyeball me from head to toe, 360 degrees. With my travels abroad, I’ve realized that I find it easy to blend in with the public….but not so here in this god forsaken country of ours. Fine, agreed, being a female (especially when you don’t happen to be a pure Paki breed with the usual, common face and features) , being subjected to the oggling excercise is a given…..which normal, or even abnormal man in this case, can’t help himself from taking a quick, stolen glimpse of the female form? But quick and stolen it hardly is……I swear I have gotten into staring competitions and hand signals with drooling, phazed out maniacs, with their twisted visuals in their very much twisted minds. I’ve come into provoking my cousin bros and father into handling such cases ‘man-to-man’ – since apparently, when a female reacts in a way that ranges from a ‘threatening/disgusted/murderous look’ to direct verbal hurls, the receiving party actually gets a kick out of it. I’ve come across retards who were so into their oggling that they had to be snapped out of their shaking/quivering/touching either down there and/or twirling their mustache. *shudder*
And coming to the fairer lot, it’s really beyond me what I got on myself that just fascinates them into staring, elbowing their company, whispering – hell! they don’t even do it discreetly. What do they think I am? Comatosed
I simply abhor attending weddings. And I would like to make noise on the fact that these last two months, my weekends’ been such a pain – what with all those uncomfortable ‘kaam wale’ suits, pinching stelletos, and the whole routine of war pain is just too annoying for me. And then you go out there and face up to condascending looks. patronizing comments, and the general checking out and interrogation routine. I could have been better off slumped on the sofa relishing a good movie with popcorn, chips, chocs and gol gappay – my usual weekend late night fare.
Anyhoo…’nuff with all that whining…..it’s part of the society thingi and family/friends expectations….so I hardly have any choice now do I? I’m having these devilish thought of planning my wedding (Inshah-Allah!) for a stretch of a whole month – with the weekends reserved for the main functions. That should teach all of them for ruining my weekends!
….and yes…..I am making an effort to keep this blog alive…
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It’s really sad how the blogging bug got stifled (not necessarily squashed and killed mind you!) – but the saddest part is the failure to get it revived.
Looking back, I break into a tiny smile at the thought at how regular and passionate I was when it came to blogging….gone are the days when moments were captured, recorded, noted down to be put up as soon as I get in front of the computer screen.
Weird thing is, I find that some of my regular fellow bloggers have also slowed down. For reasons respective of each one, at least I can have the comfort of knowing that I haven’t missed much (I hope). It’s strange…really….this broken tempo of mine. I’ve tried to analyze, put a finger to the factors that have affected my expressionist self….and I’ve come down to these:
– a backlash of readers accusing me of being unfair for password-ing some of the posts all of a sudden
– some readers were insensitive, judgemental and rude to say the least, and going overboard with their comments
– such comments made me wonder if I was blogging for others or for myself! And just like that, I decided my life was no longer up for public viewing and scrutiny
– As much as I’d like to deny it, but going by most of the bloggers’ observations, those who I have befriended with the course of time, pointed out that the blogging bug was fired by my pechant for male / ex bashing….and since the ex got out of the scene, so did the blogging bug. I can’t lie….it’s HALF true 😛
Well, to be honest, apart from all of the above, I guess the fact that I got insanely busy at work with a second designation and hence added responsibilities, I hardly found time to blog. So why not blog from home you ask?? Well, with a hectic 9-5 work timings, and random chores and gym session after that, by the time I get home, I just have the intention to crash and sleep.
Just last week, I had this wild idea of resuscitating the old blog…complete with the same spirit and spit-fire attitude of a woman scorned! 🙂 Wot say?
Lemme think about it…………
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“Let no pain be borne in vain” (Painkiller Jane TV series)
Touché on that one!
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Weddings, nikahs, second pregnancies, still births, breech babies……..aarrrggghhhhhhhhhhhh!
Even though the recent wedding of a cousin this weekend had a tad bit more fun and frolic than the previous weddings, the patronizing attitude of the in-laws dampened the merriment. I’m still wondering wtf is in me / on me / about me that the MIL and nands find so repelling – so much so that they don’t even greet properly! Bhaarh mein jayeein! Saanu kee!
I’ve seen some of the snaps that were hurriedly taken amidst the goings on during the functions……..I soooo don’t like the way I look in all of them! I looked fat, annoyed and tired to say the least. The sari failed me this time it seems 😦
I’ve been missing out on my gym sessions for 3 weeks now….and I feel ultra rotten ‘coz of it. With that long gap, and especially after coming back from a vacation, it’s going to be a major pain (no pun intended) working out those fat-enwrapped muscles again. I thought I’d go for one of those crash diets, or even consult a nutritionist (aren’t the two the same??), but I guess I don’t have what it takes t forego all the bounties of the palate.
I weighed myself yesterday, that too in the evening just after I had my evening tea and biscuits and some 4 hours after lunch. Either the weighing scale is conked out, or I had a bad case of water retension previous – since the number on the scale was much less than it was the last time I checked. If my old clothes still fit me, but I look alarmingly fat otherwise, then what’s going on?
It’s not even lunch time and I’m already thinking of skipping another day at the gym….and I’m also damn sleepy!!
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So it’s all sorts of randomings that has plagued the blogworld and facebook. I bet there is no set particular rule as to how many so-called random things (which vary from 15-25) you’re supposed to put down and supposedly share with the other person in order for him/her to get to know more about you blah blah blah…..
Anyhooo…..I first got tagged here by Meow dunno how long ago…my response got delayed since I have been inundated with work. The I got tagged on facebook….and in one of those late night, jet-lagged induced wakefullness, I got down to it. For the sake of upholding the tag, I thought, might as well copy paste some of the stuff here 🙂 So here goes………..
1. My sister tells me I’ve lost the ability to love – that I’m always very critical. I agree with her. Things happen – people change.
2. I love travelling especially to exotic places (can vary from tropical islands to historical ones) – but I loathe packing, waiting at airports and recently, have started to hate flying.
3. i have a very high threshold to pain…i have an aversion to meds…which obviously means i hate going to docs….which does not necessarily mean i have anything against doctors. i simply fantacize about the two in nip-tuck…particularly the tall, dark and handsome one. (sarah is with me on this one!) and of course ‘mcdreamy’…speak up girls! 🙂
4. i put on at least 5 kilos during the winter months…..i go to the gym 5 times a week for an hour’s workout, haven’t lost an ounce nor an inch, but have gotten muscles instead….now am thinking of consulting a nutritionist and dumping my gym sessions (well, it did say random things!)
5. i can get overly paranoid, psychotic, neurotic. obsessive and some other alarming behaviours
6. i dont appreciate receiving flowers….coz they die afterwards. same goes with pets….but now that i got a few furry creatues at home, I seriously hope they outlive me
7. speaking of pets, i adore our cat to death. cats have this therapeutic effect on you…for which i’m seriously thinking of housing a few of them if i remain with my current marital status.
8. i wish i had more guy friends – trustable guy friends.
9. i hate shopping, socializing, functions and gts – whatever u call them. i’m the homey kind. Attending weddings, fashion shows, launches unerves me. Dressing up and rubbing shoulders with high society is just not me.
10. one of the very serious banes in my life – “what will others think/say?”
11. air hostess, airport official, fbi agent, forensic investigator, chef, travel guide – always wanted to be one of these. but my dream job would be a presenter of ‘planet food’ / ‘lonely planet’. isnt it obvious i love to travel and cook?
12. my current post was never in the plan – nor is my current status. go figure!
13. when it comes to trust and love – i go to extremes….and so far i’ve been hurt badly as a consequence
14. i need to learn to be less diplomatic and give shut up calls to people on the spot – i.e. i need to stop letting people walk all over me and have them get away with so many things
15. for the sake of forgive and forget, i have the ability to switch on denial mode. I consider myself blessed in many ways…yet cursed at the same time. Yes, the irony!
16. i’m not obsessed with the idea of marriage and kids….but i wouldn’t mind actually as long as it will shut people up and stop them from speculating.
I’m sure most of you have already been tagged – and have even done this….so I’m not going to mention any names. Otherwise, you’re welcome to join in the tag revolution!
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Operetta – a whole hazelnut surrounded by a rich praline cream & crispy wafer, coated in milk chocolate & chopped hazelnuts…………….
Pure heaven! Nutty, crunchy heaven that is! To help you crave and salivate….think Ferrero Rocher – but the designer variety 😛 more or less like comparing skimmed milk to full cream….or local cadbury to the ones from Dubai duty free!
Interestingly, this box of exquisite treat is by Marks & Spencers (I thought they only did clothes and toiletries!) And what’s more interesting is the golden tab on the box: “display until: 14/04/09 best before: 28/04/09” which just shows how pure and natural the ingredients are – no extended shelf life.
Of course I have to mention how this box of goodies came to me. A very sweet blogger friend from Qatar, whose sweetness quotient increases with every box of chocolates he gets for me everytime he visits town and makes a point to drop in for some chit chat. I like such guys….especially where the chocolate part comes in 😛
OMG!! I have actually demolished one whole tray within 30 mins! That’s 8 balls in all! Screw the ‘fanthom’ diet’…and the hips can very well go to hell! for now that is! Who can refuse chocolates from abroad anyway???
So here’s a million thanks again to my chocolate supplier 🙂 When you visiting again??
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First of all, I should make a point here how thankful I am for dad and his resources, without which my dreams of travelling and experiencing renowned places would not have come about. I am also thankful that my family have it in them to appreciate natural wonders and treasures and would rather blow our pockets for a lifetime visual experience of an era long gone, than go on a senseless shopping spree like the majority of the people hailing from this god-forsaken country normally does when they go abroad.
“Egypt? Why Egypt? What’s there to see?” —– boss and another business associate asked me in disgust…
“Errr…the pyramids? mummies? the museum??…..” I trailed off when I realized who the hell am I telling all this to! I bet they are not even aware of the Pahroah’s mention in the Qur’an!
So from the travel wish list that included Hawaii, African Safari, Cape Town, Australia, New Zealand, The Orient, Morocco, Spain, Norway, The Great Wall of China, The Grand Canyon……………there was also Egypt and its antiquities – from where we recently got back from, after a week of walking, gasping, o-m-g-ing……basically, we came back awed (from the magnanimity of everything Pharoah), confused and shocked (trying to figure out how they built those structures and how the later generation preserved it), impressed (at the Egyptian government’s tourism industry), and of course, lighter in the pockets (it’s pretty damn expensive there!).
Instead of rambling on endless sentences and accounts of my trip, lemme just present the highlights of my hectic getaway, along with tips for those of you planning to visit the place…..
– Egyptian men in general are good looking – with the typical short very tight curly hair, sharp features, long curly eye lashes……..but once they fire off with their Arabic, they sound crude and aggressive. (now don’t scowl and wonder how I came up with the men as the first point:P )
– Egyptian lasses are pretty (even those with extra luggage)…well, for the most that I noticed and they sound the same as the above. Their routine garb comprises of very tight, fitting tops over jeans or long skirts, worn with boots and proper hard weather overcoats. What I could not understand however, was the scarf tightly wound around their head, covering the hair but exposing the face and neck. Talk about Islamic modesty with western trendiness!
– The most horrifying and annoying part you will be subjected to is the way they harrass you for tips, and the way they have put a ticket (min. 20 LE max 100 LE) in everything that has to do with Pharoahs. They will literally corner you and tug you at the arm for tip (even in the tombs for which you have already paid almost 100 LE). The ones in the toilets (btw, no one has heard of what a ‘washroom’ is over there) will intentionally keep the tissues and ask for extra money if you need it, otherwise the tip is compulsory – regardless if the toilet is clean or not. Some toilets are not equipped with a muslim shower or an extra tap for that matter – while some other have this weird looking metal pipe protruding from the centre of the pot. I figured it serves the same function as a bidet does. (now go google bidet!)
– The most impressive bit, apart from the antiquities, is the way the Egyptian government has cashed in on their tourism industry. Apparently, 60% of the people in Egypt work in the tourism industry, 30 % in farming, remaining 10% constitutes bankers, doctors etc. Tickets to enter a site will cost an average 50 LE (x18 Rs) – seeing the royal mummies costs 100 LE! It was amusing to think how we havent cashed in on our Mughal architectures! Last time I went to Lahore Fort three years ago, the ticket was for 20 Rs. Wagah border should also start ticketing. This way, the butt grabbing, drooling, oggling, back / front brushing roadside romeos will be eliminated. And of course, there will be funds for the upkeep of the places.
– Their 4 star hotels is equivalent to the international 1-2 star standard. A small, cold cup of tea will set you back almost Rs. 100 – that too not karak.
– There are more tourists than locals, more foreign language spoken than Arabic, currency is either in US dollars or Egyptian pounds wherever you shop/buy, there are more tour buses than local transport, it is likely that you will run into some group you had seen at the pyramids/museum/temple/tomb etc at a lunch/dinner in a restaurant or shopping centre.
– Just like we have the dedicated traffic wardens here, they have a dedicated Tourism Police force there, who rudely refuse to take pictures with you! Weird! Every hotel has one on 24/7 duty who will keep a tab on the tourist guests’ wherebouts. If you get on a tour bus, they will check documents and papers first before letting you go. If you get in a private transport, they will interrogate, and if you’re lucky, will let you go but with the condition that you will report back when you return.
– No matter what you wear, how much skin you show…no one will eye you top to toe…not even the Egyptians.
– For a small bottle of water costing 8 LE (multiply by 18 for Rs) – you have to pay at least 2 LE to pee it out 😛 This was a major issue I had to face, even with the reduced water intake.
– You will need at least a day each to cover the Egyptian Museum in Cairo, the Karnak and Luxor Temples and the Valley of the Kings and Queens in Luxor, and at least two days to discover Alexandria.
– Best option would be to take the 3 / 7 nights cruise from Luxor down to Aswan for the majestic Abu Simbel Temple, stopping by numerous sites along the way. Keep at least 2 days for Cairo.
– All international brands are available there. Shopping malls can very well contest with the grandness of those in Dubai. While shopping, the currency conversion will sure pinch you.
– When in the local bazaars and with hawkers, you have to BARGAIN! If they quote 100 pounds, go straight for 10 pounds. Trust me….they will run after you and give it to you for that much! It’s always good to survey the whole bazaar first before buying anything. Important words of advice…do not trust your tour guide when she/he tells you that they know the shop owner and that they will give good discount. Trust me – you will get looted! I should know!
– Shopkeepers (at bazaars) in particular are big flirts. Do not get fooled by their charm and overtures. When I was told “you look very bretty, you look Egyptian!” – I scowled at him and walked off! Am bet they say that to everyones! Even dad was mistaken for an Egyptian. The best part, in their sweetest voice and charming style, they will invite you to look at their wares saying “let me help you spend your money!’ – and motion (read as force) to take you inside the cramped shop, “come! come inside! have a look! come!” in a tone that only reminds me of the paedophiles and serial killers in movies!
– Since you have come all the way to Egypt, you have to go inside the pyramid (provided you don’t have a back problem since you have to bend, have breathing problem, since there is no ventilation and it can get suffocated inside, and claustrophobia, since the passage way is just narrow enough for one person to go one way), go inside the tombs, look at the mummies, examine the heiroglyphs on the walls. Alexandria has it’s own Greeco-Roman history and treasures – the library is a must and so is the Qaitbay Citadel and a walk on the corniche kissing the clear blue Mediterranean Sea. If you have time, go see the famous Suez Canal and the catacombs.
– Egypt is not complete without Luxor. This is the main seat of the Pharoahs – where they out did each other with their towering temples and statues and where they are laid to rest. King Tut’s celebrated tomb is located here, containing his mummy and one of his three sarcophagi (will cost you additional 100LE to go inside his tomb). Take in as much as your neck (for looking up at the towering structures), feet (for all the walking) and brain (figuring out how they came up with all that) can take with an excursion through 3500 yrs old ruins in the largest open air museum in the world, the Karnak Temple.
– Cairo’s visit will not be justified without a visit to the Cairo Museum. The contents inside is surreal. They have a full wing housing the treasures found in Tutankhamon’s tomb.
– Egypt is synonimous with the river Nile and papyrus. Lunches and dinners can be had while the boat takes you up and down the river. Papyrus with varied imprints makes good souvenirs and gifts to take back home.
– Aswan is known for the Aswan Dam and the collosal temple built by carving into a mountain by the builder Pharoah Rameses II. We missed this one since we ran out of days.
– I recommend that you pick up a nice book on Egypt – even if it’s expensive, it’s surely worth it – especially when you go through the pages and realize that you have been in those places and seen those pieces personally!
I’m still not over the harrassing for tip and especially for toilet use. Gulf Air sucks, but then again, Emirates was charging twice as much. I’m particularly amazed at the systemization and operations regarding the handling of the tourist influx. Every tour guide knows at least two foreign languages, English being one. You get to hear them speaking Japanese, Italian, French, German and even Malabari!! What is more impressive is that everyone abides to the rules. When it says ‘no photo’ like inside the museum and the tombs, majaal hai ke someone with a camera hanging on their neck or a camera phone in their pocket will take a shot!
There is a 40 mins sound and light show at the Pyramids and Luxor Temple every night, in variouis languages taking turns. I think for 75 LE, it’s just a waste of money. Seeing the place during the day is more than enough.
To save on cash, take along a small iron, a small kettle, chai ka samaan, if you are a chaii addict like us that is, and get your water stock from a small shop away from the hotel. Always carry along a water bottle with you with some snacks. Tuck shops at museums and sites costs 10 times than they normally do. Same goes for the airport.
If you are outbound from here, do not trust the travel agents. They are oblivious of many major things. Do your own research and jot down your itenerary, then consult the travel agent. We were misguided and ended up wasting almost half of the expenses we had to incur. Thomas Cook reps might still be the best choice.
…and most important of all, don’t forget the camera with extra memory cards. A day’s tour will run you to atleast 350 pictures 🙂 We came back with over a thousand!
All in all, the impromtu getaway with the family was much needed and did us all good, alhamdulillah!
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I’m supposed to be packing……but I’m not….
I’m not supposed to be stressing….but I am!
Damn it!
Last minute laundry….last minute instructions….last minute shopping….last minute things to do like stock the fridge and send the jewellery and my collection of smart phones to the bank locker….. grab a sun block lotion perhaps??
This is the part I hate about travelling…………..
Post note: Went for a hi-fi-shi meeting with a hi-fi-shi personnel of a hi-fi-shi brand today…..me and two other colleagues I loathe down to the cheap shoes they wear…….and I can still smell the Marlboro Red that permeated into each thread of my clothing, specially my Bossini sweater, courtesy the hi-fi-shi personnel….who by the way is some charming gentleman….someone I wouldn’t mind to get hooked onto….actually, am not too sure….but he does have a nice voice and an even nicer smile….and oh! the ‘looks’ he passes….I guess it’s the George Clooney effect….OMG! is this a phase????
See, the thing is, when we first came face to face in another hi-fi-shi (bear with me, it’s way past my office timing but am killing time till sis gets here and we go to the bazaar for the above said last minute shopping) board meeting in Karachi….the first impression that struck me from the way he looked in my direction and then inquired about me to my boss sitting next to him…..was that he’s a pure casanova…who can afford to travel the world over just for flings……..yeah, strange assumption no?
And today, coming at closer proximity and with less people around than the last time we were in the same room…..I felt those tingling sensations again…I think it was on the tips of my toes…..can’t recall exactly since I was more concerned at the Marlboro he kept lighting – and why he wasn’t his gentlemanly self this time and not ask if he could smoke, like he did the last time (maybe he was showing off to his big boss then). What was more alarming is the fact that his cabin was half the size of my den, which is really claustrauphobic to my taste….and what’s more alarming is that there was no exhaust, no windows….and the door was shut:S *gaaasp*
Why the post note ranting??? It’s coz of those damned Marlboros……they say smells, rather than sight, brings back stronger memories and flashbacks of times gone by……………siiigghhhh…….I think I should distract myself with my packing….and toss the sweater and the suit into the washing machine asap.
FYI….dad smokes Dunhill……………
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