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What exactly was I thinking when I said that “2011 would be full of changes?” “Change” most definitely wasn’t exactly the “in” word, a year ago. And I won’t explicate why it IS now. Enough of Immi. So, when I said that 2011 would be full of changes, did I really sense that? Or was I just making myself feel good? I tend to envisage the events that are going to take place in the up-coming year. Somethings just to make myself feel good, somethings just my instincts and somethings just to let the truth bite me hard. Some of them, comes out as per my prediction. This Linda Goodman phase of me, happens at the start of every year, for some years. Last year was no exception. So as it happens, 2011 was all about changes, and I am not talking about the political life of Pakistan, but MY very own. I don’t know, I am entralled. Not necessrily for ALL the changes that happened, but by the accuracy of my vaticination. Good, bad or ugly–here are the “changes” of MY not-so-changed life.

1. I got my driving license. No big deal? Well it IS for me. Because I got it after 2 long years of struggle driving. My father, finally, decided to contribute in the terror on the roads, in Karachi. YYYYYYAAAAAYYYYYYY… I got my life’s first license… to kill.

2. I started attending weddings. And finally let the world of wedding ceremonies, witness the very painfully typical girl in me. That very girl, under whose eyes, every bride has to go through postmortem examination, and the groom, always, ridiculously flunks in the good-looks department and subsequently proves an excellent material for the kind of jokes which aren’t so funny in the essence but magically makes, everyone- on -the -same- page, laugh hard . And that very girl, who is NEVER satisfied with the food and the sitting arrangement.

3. My schooling friend got back in my life, after 3 years. So now technically, I can not grizzle about not-having-friends-in-real life. How sad. Being a little less depressive. Damn, slowly and gradually I am becoming weary. WOW… What a change.

4. From half day, swivel chair life, I shifted to all day bed life. Gotta lap top. Whoa!!

5. I worked, well sorta, voluntarily, for the first time in life. And soon realized that world needs iDelete, iInvisible and iBlock gadgets in real life. However, the catch word is, that, iWorked.

6. I put all my simulated oh-I-am-a-big-girl attitude aside, and played like crazy with my laaj dularay, jaan se pyaray (marhoom) bakray, at my rooftop, after years.

7. I finally got over with “cool”, I am all AWESOME now.

8. My cousin added me on Facebook. And now I am treading on the Facebook-family-feigned-fun territory. He, by the way, is half responsible for my fascination for suicide. He was (is?) a typical dadi’s chahita – ankhon -ka-tara type. What does, dadi’s chahita-ankhon-ka-tara-s do? They prank, they tease, they pick on you, they utter any harmless word in sucha evil manner and that’s enough to burn you from head to toe, and they always, Always, ALWAYS have ONE favorite target. His was me. He is half responsible for why I hate my name–the way he used to sing “Mahi Yaar di Gahroli bahardi” with both his hands up in the air, whenever I would be around, still haunts me. He was one of the first people who made me realize that I am ugly–kali lambi churail, pathi ankhon wali and sokhi sari were my, a few popular nick names, bestowed by him. He could fortell my relationship with the world –by calling me hari mirch. And somehow, my childhood would be less happening and I would have small stock of memories, if he was not there. Met him, this year, after years, and things are “almost” the same. I mean, he didn’t feel an inch of hesitation grilling me. And I sulk and wish I could still scream, “ABBBUUUUU dakhien issay”. But I must say, he has grown into a very mature, sensible and responsible person. Yeah. And a person who reads my blog.

9. Some of my prayers got answered. Never, in my life, any of my prayer got answered. First time, my prayers got answered, when I needed the most.

10. And there were a few more. But the problem is that it’s hard to make them as interesting.

So barring my father’s heart attack episode, it was overall a smooth year. No fiascos, no big disappointments and no intense lamentations. A pretty smooth year, in fact good in parts. iLike it. I deserve some good moments. I am a cool person. And you know, I think that… Oh wait. Did I say cool? MAKE THAT AWESOME.

Anyways, iThink that… this year would be… iDont know. iCan’t predict. iDontWantToPredict.

Let this year….suprise me.

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Have a wonderful year ahead my vigilant readers. I hope and wish that this year will shower you all with, AWESOMENESS. And all that you pray for.
Be happy, always.