like eye goop.

Get dragged out of bed by hopeful mum (shall explain adjective later), half a sock in tow, been told the light will go at 8:00 p.m; it is 07:30, need to select clothes, then need to press clothes, fast.  Should wash face too. Should. It is too cold to wash face. Don’t. Take tissue, rub face vigorously with moisturizer to wipe dirt and tw0-day old mascara which is frighteningly stuck at all the wrong places around the eyes (the corners, the tips etc.), eyes feel wide shut, open them, try again. Been told by brother that face is fat and nothing looks good, also been told to wear girly clothes to look like girl, nonchalantly agree to looking like girl, get black shirt out, no shalwar or pajama to go with it, get black jeans out, they would have to do, shirt is long, will hide jeans, no one would know it is jeans, triumph at spark of brilliance, mentally thump back.

Face looks clean after moisturizer rub, hate make-up, hide from mum who will force make-up, wait for lights to go so she does not see the no-make face, crunch up and play hair to give messy look, love  that best about self. Don clothes before anybody sees, is relieved when light goes, apply lots and lots and lots of kajal, been told eyes are beautiful, should emphasize.

Rush, rush, rush to the wedding venue, hopeful mum (shall explain adjective later) looks sweetly murderous when she can finally see face, berates for lack of make-up and messy hair, does not see jeans, triumph once again at spark of brilliance, could be brand ambassa(dress) of such jeans- thinks inwardly- tell mum there is no make-up in bag, do not like lying, tell her that camera man is upon us and now leaving, what is point?, no-make-up-face is already on record, she shrugs, tells in so many words t0 not-fuck-off anywhere because there is a long journey to embark upon, throws us both in a throng of glittery, shiny women with painted faces, hahahhah, faces look so big can imagine someone playing ball with them, tons of make-up must make faces weigh, well, tons- giggles at self , is so funny- pastes fake smile on face, big enough to look like smile, small enough to not show teeth, do not like teeth, teeth are ugly….  fake smile is slipping, hold onto it like would a rein of a marching horse or the stump of a wriggly camel… something is in eye, twitch replaces smile… still say hello-how-are-you–you-look-so-nice–doesn’t-she-mum?–oh-you-have-a-baby-too–so-beautiful–do-come-to-our-house-sometime–no-we-are-still-living-there–hahaha-no-do-not-want-to-get-married-now–hahahah-no-want-to-study–hahaha-yes-please-do-tell-if-you-find-a-nice-guy-for-me (so I stay faaaaar away from him, say inwardly)–yes-cannot-stay-young-forever-you-are-right– yes-digital-clock-is-ticking–yes-yes-yes-yes…..

Steer self away from one to have similar conversation with another, hopeful mum (shall explain adjective later) smiles, she appreciates acquiesce- will take revenge from her later-, oh, it is time to go see the bride now, is it?

Marriage is a fundamental element of the social life – or so it is considered. Due to the widespread legitimacy it enjoys among a majority, it is the most valid mode for the continuity of human creed; and so, very crucial too…..To me, the social philosophy upon which resides this important facet of human life is utterly flawed and contributes greatly towards its eventual failure. We shall see in the succeeding lines how this claim is substantiated. Continue reading »

Marriage is a reality check.

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By Mahnoor Munaf Marriage is an important part of our society but what I do not understand is that why has it become the only and the most important part of it. I do not understand why people of Pakistan are so psyched about marriage all the time! It’s not like the only thing in … Read more

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Meher Bukhari:

I defended her everywhere I could and even when I could NOT. Despite her atrocious dressing sense, pastory make up face, and yelling like Maasi Museebtay. I never thought twice while defending her that dunya walay would think what a bad taste I have. I liked her for her neutrality. But I was wrong. SO WRONG. At start of this year, in the interview with Salman Taseer, she proved what a hypocrite, pretentious fruad, two faced and blatant liar she is. I am tormented. I am embarrassed. I am vexed.

I HATE YOU MEHER BUKHARIII. I HATE YOU. THANK GOD, THANK OH MY GOD, THAT YOU ARE BUKHARI WITH U AND NOT O!

Rachel McAdams:

Whenever anyone would say how beautiful Rachel McAdams is, I ALWAYS used to mention that not only she’s very beautiful but also has the aura of intelligence and independence about her. But I was wrong. Because an intelligent person makes intelligent choices. And Rachel McAdams goes for “makes” instead. I lament getting my hands on Morning Glory and Midnigh in Paris this year. This lass, only sees the casts, makers and script of the film, and not the role that she is getting or the effort she needs to put in. I realize her great works aren’t HER great works. CREDIT goesssss to the directors and well… her pristine beauty.

Brothers and Sisters:

This one TV show I LUBED truly, madly, deeply. I was obsessed with the show. The show was almost sacred for me. BUT WHAT THE *^^&%%$$%#%R^&%*&^*&^&^%%$^&&*&*^)*&%^$$#$# SEASON FINALE. NOT A SINGLE EPISODE WORTH WATCHING. It was like putting apples and anaconda together and getting them married and showing anthropoids as their kids. At times I felt if Ekta Kapoor was trying her hands on American television and making fusion — United States of Dhotistan.

Mission-To-Get-Me-Married-Wali-Aunty (MTGMMWA):

Not that I was ever fond of her but I never knew that I was capable of hating someone more than I hate facebook. Just a few words, while my father in the hospital, from her to my mother: ABIDA ki shadi kab kara rahi ho? And my hate for her, has gone to a whole new level. They say, hate changes the person. And TADA… I am changed. Hate has turned me into a poet. Here’s my little work:

My hate for you is a blistering occean of fire,
Pushing you into its flame is my one and only desire.
May you turn soon into an ugly loser vampire,
So I can take wooden stake and stab the ^%%$$#$&^&*^*&*&^%$$@##@@#@#$#%$# OUTTA YOU.

Rose beauty parlor:

Yeah. Whatever. Used to go there for facial, waxing etc till the mid of this year. I dont go there for facial waxing etc anymore. People laugh. Also, Rose beauty parlour services have gone to ditches. So I left going there. Now I go to some other beauty parlor. HOWEVER, even the new beauty parlor services didn’t help in making me look a little above than bearable on the eyes. But anyways, I hate Rose beauty parlor now. BUS.

Sprite:

Well, almost. Have become a lil health [read: skin] conscious now. I feel sick. I feel now that I am cheating on me when I sometimes having it. However, less so. Switching to Pakola. Only one thing is keeping me from Pakola. Back in my B.A. , my group friends used to call me, Pakola type girl. What does that mean? Well THAT I leave it to your imagination!

My Internet crush:

I could write a book on him. I would fantasize, dig and stalk him. He was one of my majoristestest crushes and ONE and ONLY internet crush if anything of that sort exists. But it MUST, because I had an internet crush on him. Anyways, so he was (is) exceptionally intelligent , unbeatebly witty and extra ordinarilly tough. AND I was clean bowled. I still remember how I used to spend hours and hours reading all his posts/comments that he would post on different forums and finding out other sites he would participate at. I was lit-ra-lee converted into Sherlock Holmes. And I was virtually suffering from multiple personality disorder. Because I, well, kinda sorta converted into that heroine of trashy urdu novels, who talks to her imaginary hero. And God knows what happened this year. I am myself astonished by my stoicism for him. On second thought, may be I know too. May be that’s why crushes are crushes that they wear out eventually. They just need an excuse to wear out. Sadly, mine got one. Tough luck.
Ah… NOT mine. It’s HIS!

Admiration for Ashton Kutcher:

Do I really need to state the reason why it has gone to never comeback? Just one thing Ashton Kutcher, whenever anyone questioned your acting skills, I would always rebut with ferocity and assert: Have you ever seen Ashton Kutcher’s acting when he has to show restraint in any scene? No one can ” restraint -act ” as briliantly as he does. Needless to say I wouldn’t bother now.

And this is for thou…
Man, infidelity thy middle name.
Learn something from your doppelgänger (read: dog)
and have some shame.

It’s been long time I have written anything properly and you guys also must be wondering where have I gone.. that also after getting married :p

So here is a complete update

Just after getting married on 20th April, I flew for Lahore on 22nd April for 7th National Thalassemia Conference & Workshops, came back on 24th April, started my preparation for Thalassemia International Conference, which was taking place on 11th May to 14th May in Antalya, Turkey.

Flying for Turkey..!

So, I started my travel along with a doctor and a thalassemia friend of mine on 9th May… travelling alone ever in my life that also internationally, leaving mom for 6 days, travelling without husband.. everything was depressing it was hard to control myself.. the moment I reached Turkey I wanted to come back Pakistan and hug mom tightly tried to stay strong.. managed 6 days.. kept myself busy in conferences and beauty of Antalya

On the last day of our stay we went to Istanbul, did sight-seeing, did city tour, shopping and headed to airport for our flight to Pakistan.. I just couldn’t wait to see mom, family and of course husband :p

On 16th May I came back to Pakistan, had awesome time in Turkey, learnt ‘few’ new things at conferences, rest were old :/

Conferences and Turkey pictures can be seen here, here, here and here

After coming back so many things kept me busy, apart from personal stuffs.. I decided to stop blood camping for few months.., as it is really hard to arrange venue for blood camp, then calling people to donate blood is really impossible.., making them understand the NEED of blood for thalassemia patient is hectic! I decided to keep acknowledging people through website, blogs, interviews, twitter, facebook and I decided to raise more funds for needy patients.

Alhamdulillah with the help of donors we are now sponsoring 3 children from Fatimid Foundation, Karachi. And by the end of December we will be sponsoring 2 more

SK Collection

That was something about Thalassemia.. now coming back to myself.. I have started a new venture SK Collection!

SK Collection is currently about imitation jewellery, soon it will be carrying more products inshaAllah.. I started SK Collection on 10th November, wondering what does SK stands for ? S for Salman (brother’s name) K for Khurshid (mother’s name)

Salman used to use SK Dev for his online identity.. so just trying my luck with his prayers.. for this venture I would definitely give credit to my mom, family, husband and Royal Bangles Collection – Royal Bangles is something which gave me inspiration

So this was my complete update keep praying for us, supporting us, motivating us PLEASE!

Best Regards,
Ayesha