AaBii Wordsmith's
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Monday 11 March 2013
Sunday 10 March 2013
I Want To Be A Child Again!!
IN THE DICTIONARY
Not leaving: an act of trust and love,
often deciphered by children”
― Markus Zusak
In
my life, there was time when I was a child – having independence and contentment.
But when I turned older and older, I thought myself as a lucky person, to know
and experience the world, however now a time has come when I am utterly a young
woman, but I want to be a child again!
The question is; why I want to be a child? Why not
a philosopher or an artist or maybe a fairy?
- Because childhood is
a time, when you feel all the great powers stuck in you with linchpins. Power
to be an explorer; when I used to play in mud, I never feared insects or
germs, always turned up with new things and felt snug.
- As long as you are a
child, you have freedom like heaven. No secrets, no fights and all you
know are the expressions of smiling and laughing.
- While you are a child;
you are a teacher - you teach elders to protest so badly for something you
can not get, and if you never get – you teach to not be a sad soul for
prolonged period.
- Since, childhood is
the name of breathing your life in pure oxygen, where you are happy, make
friends, make love with your parents, have endless time to do what you
want to do.
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“It's never too late
to have a happy childhood.”
― Tom Robbins
― Tom Robbins
Wednesday 6 March 2013
Brushing Off The Past (Poem)
It was my spirit glutted with fleshes of past
It was me who kept the memories amassed
Tosses and arcs of that time never got apart
But was strained to forget olden times with art
Ancient time was hamlet of my offbeat thoughts
There I cry & spry. High & sly. Bright & in fright.
However records fled elsewhere yakking ciao
Nurturing - never pour yourself in memory nohow
Tisn't a miss what history showed me, nay forget!
Never dwell so deep then I got to be well-whet.
Sunday 17 February 2013
Review: English Textbook Of 10th Grade (Sindh Textbook Board Jamshoro)
If Book’s lush friend of mine;
Succession in plush is mine.
The English textbook of Sindh Board is an
academically cultured book which has got worldly wise and sacred knowledge being
conveyed by different tales, verses and dramas. With such remarkable contents
one can find out exact sense of living not just existing. The book contains fat
and my much loved area of history as Khybar
Pass , African villages and customs of Pakistan and
etc-etc. But the most interesting feature of this book is that it carries dry
subjects like history so surprisingly splendid. Not only this, moreover this
book enlightens common topics so sound that one would find a great reform in
his/her life after reading those topics like respect of seniors, unity, protecting
your kinfolks, sharing, tolerating, serving and every positive aspect that hits
your wits.
Being a massive enthusiast of poetry; I will be mad
about the range of poems which are so infrequent and in fact which reflect to
some magnificent messages for mankind. And this book is so simple that one can study
it himself/herself as it provides you dictionary for each chapter or poem with handy
exercises.
As a matter of fact, that this book has forlornly
been same for years when I suppose my parents were doing matriculations. I
would also criticize this book for not changing it but also for not perking up
the quality of book. You see, with no doubt range of poetry is brilliant but if
the editors put poetries of enhanced rank then it will be a master deed.
Because before matriculation we learn brand new English books from Oxford ’s, Cambridge ’s
and Harvard’s editions but when you come to senior classes and have to study
some low rank book? It blows my brain. This book has not been modernized with
the present affairs of world, I mean this should be full of fresh facts of
world, some great poetries of like Shakespeare, Robert frost and etc-etc. Should
also contain new English which is well spoken through out the world with pure vocabulary. In reality if something is so uncomplicated with interesting text it might not magnetize
you to pick it even so this book shall be customized in new version of colored
pictures, new fonts, well quality of paper, new layout of front page and
new contents. So if these things are concerned by the educational communities,
we might discover things way too improved as this book is supplied to every
student in interior areas of Sindh and students will definitely find some great awareness and a door
will be pushed open towards enhancement.
I am optimistic that one day this demand will be
put into practice and children will boom themselves by learning this book.
INSHALLAH!
Saturday 16 February 2013
Rahega Yaad Mujhko School Ka Ye Zamana (Special Poem Of Farewell Party)
Rahega yaad mujhko school ka ye zamana
Agarche zindagi k safar ka nahi koi thikana
Wo larkiyon k chamakte chehre
Wo larkon k spikes hawa me lehre
Wo teachers k lectures or students ki ninden
Wo badalte pehlo or bechain karwaten
Or wo students ka P.E period k liye tarana, marna, rona or rolana
Rahega yaad mujhko school ka ye zamana
Tazadon ki duniya me ajab haal dekha
School ki dress pe backcombing ka jamal dekha
Wo classes ka bunk karna or Sir Amjad ka chilana
Wo bhaagte bhaagte hamara hi chup jana
Rahega yaad mujhko school ka ye zamana
Fakhr ki susti, sote hue Anas ki oong
Mehran ki Khamoshi, Nusrat ka hasna
Or Abdullah ki pur israar sarghoshi
Marvi ki la-parwahi, resham ki chalaki
Alag andaaz the class k
jese pagalon ki ho toli
Class me pichay bethay khana peena
Ab bhi yaad hai humko Miss Shaheena ka zamana
Math k Guru Shehbaz Saleem or Madiha
Samajh Samajh k na samjhe Maida or Abdullah
Lete the anraiyaan or kam tha bs sona;
Yasir, Anas, basit or Rida
Thin Maham hamari Shakira
Sath me Umama bhi Obama
Tha hamara bura haal
Dekh k into taal (Tall*)
Weengus or Khooban
Kitni tez hai inki zubaan
Sath me bara bara khandaan
Hoga na ye dosti ka zamana purana
Rahega yaad mujhko school ka ye zamana
Aabii duago hai sab k naseeb bhale rahen
Labon se lab mile rahen
Dilon se dil mile rahe
Gunche Khuda k yunhi sada khile rahen
Rahega yunhi shaad The Educators school hamara
Rahega Yaad Mujhko School Ka Ye Zamana
Wednesday 6 February 2013
Puppy Adoption: 3 Hours
Since the time my
brothers considered some worldly understanding between the beings, they’ve
consistently shown great love for animals. I’ve seen whole lot of children
loving animals but haven’t ever and might never see admirers of animals like my
bros. When our parents plan to buy a big house in future, they nary miss a
single shot to hit their plans of; adopting dogs-puppies, cats-kittens, birds,
sheep, goats, fish, lions, insects – in fact they are planning for a zoo.
(Ugh!)
A child would never step out of the boundaries of any limits stretched by their parents, but here I don’t see any animal restriction especially from my Father’s side. Actually they should take care of us too, that my sister and I are (Dorks!) afraid of all animals, insects and birds. Thanks to mother who’s a cleanliness-lover and she protects us in someway as she never wants to have any mess around home by animals. So for that cause we do not have many animals around home, but I see my Future-Home full of ‘em.
Currently we have two parrots, a bird, pigeons, mosquitoes and a few cockroaches that often visit my washroom and make me scream as if my throat would come-out and pass by the board. But my brothers, Salman and Kumail have been blabbing about getting them a kitten or a puppy. WHAT?! Puppy: for which mother would kill us because she’s afraid her most invited guests Farishta (angels) would run away. Or, Cat: for which I learned a few months back that if any single hair of a cat enters your throat, you’ll face a severe disease which will swell your throat up (Maybe-For-Lifetime!)
I’m…….. Petrified!
Cause Baba would never say no to their demand. Since I have done great struggle to hide Salman Kumail’s desire from Baba, I think this won’t work longer and someday bros would tell father about it and he’ll get them a dog or a cat?!
I’m…….. Petrified!
A child would never step out of the boundaries of any limits stretched by their parents, but here I don’t see any animal restriction especially from my Father’s side. Actually they should take care of us too, that my sister and I are (Dorks!) afraid of all animals, insects and birds. Thanks to mother who’s a cleanliness-lover and she protects us in someway as she never wants to have any mess around home by animals. So for that cause we do not have many animals around home, but I see my Future-Home full of ‘em.
Currently we have two parrots, a bird, pigeons, mosquitoes and a few cockroaches that often visit my washroom and make me scream as if my throat would come-out and pass by the board. But my brothers, Salman and Kumail have been blabbing about getting them a kitten or a puppy. WHAT?! Puppy: for which mother would kill us because she’s afraid her most invited guests Farishta (angels) would run away. Or, Cat: for which I learned a few months back that if any single hair of a cat enters your throat, you’ll face a severe disease which will swell your throat up (Maybe-For-Lifetime!)
I’m…….. Petrified!
Cause Baba would never say no to their demand. Since I have done great struggle to hide Salman Kumail’s desire from Baba, I think this won’t work longer and someday bros would tell father about it and he’ll get them a dog or a cat?!
I’m…….. Petrified!
19th
January, 2013 – There was no any sign of pet demand from my brothers’ side,
nowhere. It was a sun-drenched morning; cause of holiday Salman and Kumail went
outside to play with their friends. Baba as always was busy with some of his
to-do home and office work. Mother was busy in cleaning home. Both sisters;
Fiza and I were doing breakfast. All of a sudden, we all heard mama’s cell
phone ringing. It was Baba. Mama’s expressions turned over while responding Baba
and then got even worse when I heard her shouting ‘A DOG?! WHY DID YOU BUY A
DOG…OK’
Then Mama cut the call. She was uptight. Fiza was tickled pink while I was confused. No one said more when Mama explained the whole story that your father has bought a dog gift for your brothers and that Mama herself was upset to hear such news as she was worried for her prayer angels. J
Then Mama cut the call. She was uptight. Fiza was tickled pink while I was confused. No one said more when Mama explained the whole story that your father has bought a dog gift for your brothers and that Mama herself was upset to hear such news as she was worried for her prayer angels. J
Around 12:30 pm I
heard the entrance door being knocked and I identified who it was - Salman and
Kumail can’t ring house bell as of their little height. I opened the door.
‘Salam’ I said.
Without any reply Salman and Kumail screamed, ‘Puppieeeeeeeee’ hopped inside the home and with their hands full of puppy they started dancing in thrill.
‘Salam’ I said.
Without any reply Salman and Kumail screamed, ‘Puppieeeeeeeee’ hopped inside the home and with their hands full of puppy they started dancing in thrill.
To be honest,
watching them yelping, dancing, laughing and actually finding a new friend was
a mesmerizing experience. I then didn’t say a word but joined them in their
laughs and games. Soon after preparing our minds for a new family member, we
made the puppy have milk with some dog food. It was novel effort of petting,
certainly unique in its best habits. But soon or late the situation had to come
when we had to say see-off this endearing chocolate-colored puppy because of
some reasons. Frankly, as I saw the shine in the grins of my brothers I
couldn’t help but would do what they cherished, and in one way or another I had
some starting thoughts for the new comer in our home sweet.
Oh boy! Mama just
ordered me to wrap up puppy’s bits and pieces. This was a horrible moment since
my siblings and I had the puppy’s name planned ‘Spike or Spiky’ and his toys,
his food-pots, his clothes, his belt and more-more. But….
‘‘Take care luvy spike.’’
These hours made me grasp how hard-hitting it is to depart from a family member having 3 hours bond and what about those with whom I have passed my whole life? Or how hard at times it turns to accept someone as your family?
I respect animals and even their feelings, it may sound funny to those who don’t respect any being on this planet or if you do so, what would you’ve done in my place with such circumstances?
‘‘Take care luvy spike.’’
These hours made me grasp how hard-hitting it is to depart from a family member having 3 hours bond and what about those with whom I have passed my whole life? Or how hard at times it turns to accept someone as your family?
I respect animals and even their feelings, it may sound funny to those who don’t respect any being on this planet or if you do so, what would you’ve done in my place with such circumstances?
Tuesday 29 January 2013
The Desire Of Doing O & A Levels
I vividly remember that golden time of 2011. I had a great
bunch of friends back, though the best ones forever used to be together with
me, discussing every bit of our lives and every type of topic concerned to our
future, past, routine and etc-etc. My lot of best pals always spent school-time
together specially break-time, because we often had to sit poles apart in class
according to Sir Amjad’s (principal) opinion that if we sit together we would
talk a lot though those moments for us were really considered significant to
talk than to study. Juvenile us!
In those times I was newly interacting with Sir Farooque (math teacher) while attending extra English classes at Alpha Institute. I was literally impressed by his horse-sense, so I told him about my decision and he thought for long of about 6-7 seconds and then he smiled and said ‘Good idea’. Subsequently, he then started to make me aware of the studies I was supposed to do for levels. In the meantime, I seldom discussed it with father and he used to take it so light that one day he exclaimed ‘YES’ to it. I flew up to the sky when I heard Baba letting me do it in future, (Wow! That feeling)
Time was passing on and my zenith-hopes were getting stronger from strong. I used to give damn certain looks about my plan; I almost uttered this decision to roughly every person in my circle.
But when time came my Baba talked me into not doing the levels?!
I was ruined deep inside. I was irrational and tensed. Baba had some reasonable reasons that I understood soon after. Because it was an order from the ‘Chief Justice’ of my home, I couldn’t do or say anything further.
However, if someone’s questions can even make me realize some positive thing in me? I would be thankful to that person. During the period in-between, Sir Farooque always used to ask me; ‘Will you be able to give 4 hours of study to math only? And some more hours to others subjects?’ Fairly, I think he wanted me get geared up mentally for it. His questions always made me fear from doing it. That proves my wills were not strong enough neither my protest to do it in anyway. We used to discuss it a lot and he always helped me get inspiration from several students of O & A levels but possibly something somewhere in me wanted to give me some bang in order to boast up my will power. And probably that was the best thing I learned from that time. That no matter what you are doing or how much hard the situation gets you always have to give your 200% of willpower, hard work and if you can’t do it, I pray for you to get the same bang of knowing ‘how to get your desires done’.
Afterthought, I’d thank both good men Baba and Sir Farooque for creating such situations which were certainly hard on me but still somehow that made me realize.
Neither Weengus, nor I did levels.
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