Well we all have heard a lot about hundred and one negative traits in women like how clingy they can get and in no time they can turn into whining little machines and thus turn the relationship into a suffocating shell. Women are so emotional, they expect a lot, they are attention-seekers and the list can go and on and on. (Ouch that hurts!) Let me first clarify that sure women do have some loopholes since no species is perfect but that does not imply that women alone are the trouble-making party. As a girl, I see there are some genuine downsides and horrible hitches that our society is going through in general and these trends have evolved and developed into the edgy vogues. This article is not at all aimed at defaming men and singing the praises of women but instead I would like to briefly pinpoint the things that guys nowadays do without realizing that how rude they can appear to the other person. Moreover, they are also oblivious to the fact that their roguish attitude just gets over the top at times. Unfortunately, to find a man with some, class, poise and grace is almost becoming a rarity in this epoch. To shout at your friends and call them names is never considered a decent thing, but it is just so common these days to NOT talk politely because it is just not a manly thing to talk nicely. Whoa!!! that’s like the weirdest explanation anybody could come up with. If a guy talks courteously or in a respectable tone, that surely does not make him a sissy but it definitely transforms him into a gentleman. Well-groomed and well-mannered men are liked by everyone and that’s why icons like Humphrey Bogart, Gregory Peck, Cary Grant, Dilip Kumar, Waheed Murad etc never lose their eternal charm. Men like them keep on mesmerizing generations of women regardless of their age.
Ah! Another bothersome fact is that God knows what has gone wrong with the sense of dressing among guys. It is totally explicable that one does not have to wear designer clothes to stand out or only when you wear a double-breasted suit with a classy tie and sophisticated cufflinks, then you are called a proper gentleman. It is just the way men carry themselves has to be exclusive and mannish. It is quite exasperating to see men walking with their slouching shoulders and jeans hanging almost below their rear ends. Moreover, some fashion trends should only be restricted to women, why would a guy want to wear rings or bracelets?!?!?! That’s like the biggest put off. It is such a sad irony that in order to look dominating and threatening, guys tend to opt for feminine accessories, they get their ears pierced, they wear chains and moreover now they also wear t-shirts saying “tough guys wear pink”.
Similarly, some guys find it excruciatingly difficult to make few chivalrous gestures. Believe it or not but a lot of women still find the protective and Herculean nature of men pretty irresistible. Simple things such as opening the door, giving away your seat, and letting the women speak first can make a lasting impression on numerous hearts and minds. The use of abusive language has always been looked down upon; I wonder why it is denoted as a sign of brazen courage now.
If a guy is “hurt” then that does not give him the license to say nasty tings even to his guy friends, there are many other ways to let out one’s anger.
Since we are heading towards a heavily techno-savvy age, thus there are few glitches which are now taken as appropriate norms for example to break up through a text message or to simply end a relationship by changing your relationship status on facebook is quite an OKAY thing to do for guys but it just gives terrible vibes to girls.
Furthermore, guys must be decisive and focused in their lives but these days they keep wandering off for years and still remain uncertain about what they want to do in future or who they want to be with for the rest of their life. This dithering attitude also affects their relationship and often leads to a shaky outcome. Precisely, mean guys need to put a halt at their malevolent ways and sincerely make an effort to modify themselves into sober and dignified individuals.
p.s. All guys are not mean!
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
uh oh that’s the sound of heartbreak
An outlandish feeling engulfs almost every girl at some point in their lives. They start believing that they have come across the man of their dreams and now he has “got to” make their dreams come true. This bizarre feeling is commonly known as “Love”. Well, I am also an ardent follower of true love since it would not be hyperbolic to state that yes every girl wants a special someone in her life with whom the world seems to be a secure, beautiful and idyllic place. I still do believe that true love does exist regardless of the fact that cupidity has plagued our society to a great extent. Sigh! Okay let’s not get into the nitty-gritty details of this perplexing real world out there because it is always better to see things under an optimistic periscope.
What I will be discussing below is the topic which is often suppressed or looked down upon in our society. We all would agree that heartbreak is a terrible thing. We all detest it because it makes our hearts ache and renders us weak from the inside. Our imaginative fairytales and enchanted fantasies just frizzle out in a split second once our overrated *Romeos* walk out on us due to “xyz” reasons. Majority of the girls tend to blame themselves if something goes wrong in their relationships, surprisingly, they simply put the burden on their shoulders and begin to make remedies. At times they even become obsessed with the “winning him back” phase. They end up doing stupid things which eventually paves way to create further distances. If a guy does not like a girl, then the girl should just get the hint and must not pester him like an annoying little kid. Rejection surely has a bitter taste but it is better to be safe than sorry. If the guy is not interested in you, it would just be quite evident in plenty of ways so why waste time over somebody who clearly does not want to be with you? I know our crazy, confusing hearts just don’t let us accept this harsh reality but seriously, the sooner we realize it, the better it will be for us to make the right decisions.
In other scenarios, it is merely a crush but it takes some girls a long while to understand that their crushes are either taken, committed or they might be simply out of their league. Crushes should not be able to make you go gaga over guys that you might not ever get to be with. You dream about them and take them in a light-hearted spirit. Come on, we must not let that infamous vulnerability streak command us to a point that we end up becoming the butt of all jokes.
So in a nutshell, we girls need to be strong. There are ebbs and flows in all aspects of our lives. Seriously, the world would not end if we do not become the eve of our so called beloveds’ hearts. We should enjoy the pleasure of being who we are. Crying, whining and even wailing over men who were not meant to be with us is a futile endeavor. We need to value ourselves and be confident about all that we do. Like I said earlier, yeah we all crave for chivalrous and caring men but that does not mean you just wait for your prince to appear one fine day and then take you to some utopia. We ought to be strong and decisive and must be acceptable of the “love me or leave me” mentality. Kindly don’t take me wrong, I am not trying to preach any sort of hard-core feminism and I am neither the prudent Oprah nor the relationship-issues connoisseur Dr. Phil but the message that I want to get across is that, “girls don’t lose your self-respect”. We should learn from our harsh experiences and must evolve as a person. Instead of playing the blame-game and how and why what happened, we must move forward and think of accomplishing things that make us happy. There is no harm in loving someone but don’t let that love jeopardize you emotionally or strangle you intellectually.
So yes girls please stay pink and stay strong!!
http://pinkontheweb.com/site/relationships/uh-oh-that%e2%80%99s-the-sound-of-heartbreak/
What I will be discussing below is the topic which is often suppressed or looked down upon in our society. We all would agree that heartbreak is a terrible thing. We all detest it because it makes our hearts ache and renders us weak from the inside. Our imaginative fairytales and enchanted fantasies just frizzle out in a split second once our overrated *Romeos* walk out on us due to “xyz” reasons. Majority of the girls tend to blame themselves if something goes wrong in their relationships, surprisingly, they simply put the burden on their shoulders and begin to make remedies. At times they even become obsessed with the “winning him back” phase. They end up doing stupid things which eventually paves way to create further distances. If a guy does not like a girl, then the girl should just get the hint and must not pester him like an annoying little kid. Rejection surely has a bitter taste but it is better to be safe than sorry. If the guy is not interested in you, it would just be quite evident in plenty of ways so why waste time over somebody who clearly does not want to be with you? I know our crazy, confusing hearts just don’t let us accept this harsh reality but seriously, the sooner we realize it, the better it will be for us to make the right decisions.
In other scenarios, it is merely a crush but it takes some girls a long while to understand that their crushes are either taken, committed or they might be simply out of their league. Crushes should not be able to make you go gaga over guys that you might not ever get to be with. You dream about them and take them in a light-hearted spirit. Come on, we must not let that infamous vulnerability streak command us to a point that we end up becoming the butt of all jokes.
So in a nutshell, we girls need to be strong. There are ebbs and flows in all aspects of our lives. Seriously, the world would not end if we do not become the eve of our so called beloveds’ hearts. We should enjoy the pleasure of being who we are. Crying, whining and even wailing over men who were not meant to be with us is a futile endeavor. We need to value ourselves and be confident about all that we do. Like I said earlier, yeah we all crave for chivalrous and caring men but that does not mean you just wait for your prince to appear one fine day and then take you to some utopia. We ought to be strong and decisive and must be acceptable of the “love me or leave me” mentality. Kindly don’t take me wrong, I am not trying to preach any sort of hard-core feminism and I am neither the prudent Oprah nor the relationship-issues connoisseur Dr. Phil but the message that I want to get across is that, “girls don’t lose your self-respect”. We should learn from our harsh experiences and must evolve as a person. Instead of playing the blame-game and how and why what happened, we must move forward and think of accomplishing things that make us happy. There is no harm in loving someone but don’t let that love jeopardize you emotionally or strangle you intellectually.
So yes girls please stay pink and stay strong!!
http://pinkontheweb.com/site/relationships/uh-oh-that%e2%80%99s-the-sound-of-heartbreak/
To tie or not to tie
Since the wedding season is always at the pinnacle of its glory and grandeur around this time of the year, so I thought it would be best to delightfully delve into the topic of “Weddings”. ‘Wedding’ is one such word which brightens up the whole meaning of their life for some while there are those who look at it in quite a cynical fashion. As far as girls are concerned, wedding often leads them to consider a plethora of questions related to unrequited desires, reticent fears, and bashful happiness.
In our society, age is the agent X. It is deemed as such a vital deciding factor in marriages that its importance has soared to a completely superior level with the passage of time. Without agent X, there could not be an agent Y or Z. The age of the bride has become a determinant in guaranteeing a successful marriage or a disastrous compromise. According to the popular belief, girls should be tied down at a young and tender age because then they are easily molded and controlled. With due respect to our cultural mores and traditions, I personally find this idea quite amusing not because I am against it but due to the fact that it just does not make sense to me.
First of all, I would like all of us to agree to the point that yes marriage is quite a sacred institution from all aspects. It is indisputably a precious and beautiful journey of two people who do not only vow to spend their life together but also choose to become each other’s confidants. Marriage is one such delicate relationship which is woven by the threads of unfathomable love and complete respect for each other. Therefore, it is just ethically and spiritually wrong to impose imprudent restrictions on girls or set some baseless barriers for them. Who knows the right age to fall in love or for that matter, when is the best time to get married? Who can assure us that Mr. XYZ will keep us always happy or such and such person could fulfill all our dreams? Well the answer is startlingly quite simple and uncomplicated. It is definitely only in the hands of Allah to make all things go well. He could make wrong things go right. It is He who could sort out all the convoluted tethers. Thus, we must not whine or worry about who would be or could be the one that we need to tie our knot with and the same goes for our elders too. Our mothers shall not encourage the futile “husband hunting” culture which thrives upon by girls being the hot potato. Especially, the girls in Pakistani society are always kept under a speculative mechanism since their birth no matter to which class they belong to. This does not imply that one should never marry but it merely suggests that girls must not be socially outclassed if they exceed the hypocritical “ideal age limit” or be treated as taboo subjects if they get married at their teenage years. Seriously, you and I can never figure out what’s the best for the “rest”. We must keep our own personal preferences to ourselves and let others enjoy whatever they have.
If a girl ends up getting married at the age of eighteen years and she is perfectly fine with it then who are we to stop her or label her marriage as a hasty and childish decision, on the other hand, if a woman who has reached the age of twenty eight and is still not married then she has neither committed a crime nor has she tuned into a sinner. Women must not let the chauvinistic attitude of few twisted minds bog them down. We must learn to accept all kinds of situations and circumstances. Our tolerance can compel us to view the world in an unbiased yet revitalizing manner. We must not let our idiosyncrasies and silly foibles shackle us down and make our lives stagnant. We all should continue to evolve and better ourselves in order to become polished and accomplished individuals. Thus, to tie or not to tie the knot should not be a life and death struggle or be considered as a nuisance. We must bravely take it up as a challenge and revel in it with gaiety and responsibility.
http://pinkontheweb.com/site/relationships/to-tie-or-not-to-tie/
In our society, age is the agent X. It is deemed as such a vital deciding factor in marriages that its importance has soared to a completely superior level with the passage of time. Without agent X, there could not be an agent Y or Z. The age of the bride has become a determinant in guaranteeing a successful marriage or a disastrous compromise. According to the popular belief, girls should be tied down at a young and tender age because then they are easily molded and controlled. With due respect to our cultural mores and traditions, I personally find this idea quite amusing not because I am against it but due to the fact that it just does not make sense to me.
First of all, I would like all of us to agree to the point that yes marriage is quite a sacred institution from all aspects. It is indisputably a precious and beautiful journey of two people who do not only vow to spend their life together but also choose to become each other’s confidants. Marriage is one such delicate relationship which is woven by the threads of unfathomable love and complete respect for each other. Therefore, it is just ethically and spiritually wrong to impose imprudent restrictions on girls or set some baseless barriers for them. Who knows the right age to fall in love or for that matter, when is the best time to get married? Who can assure us that Mr. XYZ will keep us always happy or such and such person could fulfill all our dreams? Well the answer is startlingly quite simple and uncomplicated. It is definitely only in the hands of Allah to make all things go well. He could make wrong things go right. It is He who could sort out all the convoluted tethers. Thus, we must not whine or worry about who would be or could be the one that we need to tie our knot with and the same goes for our elders too. Our mothers shall not encourage the futile “husband hunting” culture which thrives upon by girls being the hot potato. Especially, the girls in Pakistani society are always kept under a speculative mechanism since their birth no matter to which class they belong to. This does not imply that one should never marry but it merely suggests that girls must not be socially outclassed if they exceed the hypocritical “ideal age limit” or be treated as taboo subjects if they get married at their teenage years. Seriously, you and I can never figure out what’s the best for the “rest”. We must keep our own personal preferences to ourselves and let others enjoy whatever they have.
If a girl ends up getting married at the age of eighteen years and she is perfectly fine with it then who are we to stop her or label her marriage as a hasty and childish decision, on the other hand, if a woman who has reached the age of twenty eight and is still not married then she has neither committed a crime nor has she tuned into a sinner. Women must not let the chauvinistic attitude of few twisted minds bog them down. We must learn to accept all kinds of situations and circumstances. Our tolerance can compel us to view the world in an unbiased yet revitalizing manner. We must not let our idiosyncrasies and silly foibles shackle us down and make our lives stagnant. We all should continue to evolve and better ourselves in order to become polished and accomplished individuals. Thus, to tie or not to tie the knot should not be a life and death struggle or be considered as a nuisance. We must bravely take it up as a challenge and revel in it with gaiety and responsibility.
http://pinkontheweb.com/site/relationships/to-tie-or-not-to-tie/
Hello everybody!!
I am standing up for the post of headgirl in the upcoming elections in my college. I thought about keeping my campaign clean and fair so i made this blog. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me..lets do something good together:)
Kindly leave your suggestions here so we can sort out our problems in a civilized manner..
Let me know what you expect from a headgirl :D
I am standing up for the post of headgirl in the upcoming elections in my college. I thought about keeping my campaign clean and fair so i made this blog. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me..lets do something good together:)
Kindly leave your suggestions here so we can sort out our problems in a civilized manner..
Let me know what you expect from a headgirl :D
Enjoy Reading this:D
A Failed Romance
Hafsa Shorish January 21, 2007
Tags: love , romance , heartache
He was a swarthy, handsome lad with a respectable height, husky voice and a boyish, round face. His name was Mustafa and he was proud of it. To him, his name held the connotations of elegance, charm, serenity, and integrity. He was young and sagacious, merely eighteen years of age. He was a patient listener
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and an avid learner. He walked with an athletic grace, outstandingly excelled at his studies, was domineeringly popular among his fellows and had a charismatic yet down-to-earth personality. He had the arrogance of a Greek God, decency of a nobleman,, conformity of a bourgeois and the resoluteness of a rebel.On a cold Sunday morning, he was solemnly leaning against the grey wall, mindlessly tapping his feet to the melancholic tune of colorless raindrops falling on the window sill of his unusually dingy room. His head was slightly bent downwards engrossed in disturbing thoughts and he had wrapped his arms around himself as if he was hugging his own body in a child-like manner. His eyes were holding a bizarre despondency and an emptiness which was insanely deep and insane. A kind of emptiness that can seep through out inner most beings and make us feel pertinaciously guilty or ruthlessly shattered for some unknown reasons. It was a strange day for Mustafa. He was awkwardly quiet like the sound of deafening silence and truly sad like the cry of an inconsolable grief. He was in love for the first time. How, why and when did he fall in love was still an enigma to him. If he knew the answers before, he might not have landed in this world of doe-skin fantasies, comely promises, and naive attractions. Well, he did not regret bending to his knees for someone since he has always quoted to his friends, “It is better to be loved and lost than never to be loved at all,” but he never expected his love to turn into a painful memory which would hurt and haunt him for the rest of his life. While his mind was struggling to subdue all kinds of unfounded fear, distrustful doubt, insecure jealousy and hidden anger, his heart was powerfully pounding with a mantra.“Mustafa, don’t let her go, Mustafa don’t let her go……”. His heart kept incessantly repeating.Brazenly defying the logic he reached at after almost three hours of persuasive arguing and thirty minutes of ascetic contemplation, Mustafa finally distanced himself from the gloomy wall and gingerly walked towards the sofa where Hilal was sitting, nonchalantly fiddling with her bangles. She sat up straight the second he seated himself right next to her with his eyes lowered. Hilal was the girl whom Mustafa had fallen in love with. She was one year older than Mustafa but he seemed to find her as his “perfect partner” and an “ideal soul-mate”. Hilal was genuinely sweet, moderately sensitive and extremely close to her family. For him, she was beautiful like a spring sunshine, mystical as a winter moonlight, frivolous as a child’s giggle, restless as a butterfly and colorful as a butterfly. Breaking the odd silence in the room, he looked up and made a fierce eye-contact with her. She returned his gaze with sheepish severity. Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak to her.“Hilal, is this your final decision?”. He asked firmly.“Yes”. She replied in a reserved tone. “ Are you sure about this? I mean you don’t want to think even one last time?. He questioned with a renewed hope and lingering doubts in his voice. “ Well, I guess I have to say yes this time as well.” She incisively answered.“ Oh! I see…” He said in a mocking way. Frustration and contempt began to soar in their conspicuously uncomfortable conversation. “Our relationship is over, it is just so over.” Hilal blurted out in order to knock some sense into Mustafa’s brain. To her, he was immature, irrationally emotional and was toying with his heart at a very early age. She carried on with her facts and figures pertaining to the real world.“ Why don’t you understand that this relationship has no future. Mustafa, we just can’t be together. It is better to face the truth now instead of being remorseful later. I have explained my position to you so many times that my parents will never tolerate their daughter getting involved with some guy. They cannot stand that. I know you love me but they love me too and perhaps they love me the most in this world. Please, I don’t want to ramble on over all the reasons again and again. This is not the first time I am explaining my position to you but I sincerely hope it will be the last.” Mustafa stood up and moved away from her. Every word she uttered came as a stinging blow to his delicate mind. He had a wry grin on his face and his eyes protruded in utter disbelief. Hilal immediately noticed voracious agitation hovering above him and unguarded rage boiling inside him, but he did not lose his composure and tried to appear calm. He somehow firmly held the gallop of his anger. She got up and stood delicately beside him and gently patted at his back.“Listen to me, look at me Mustafa”. Hilal muttered slowly, her voice sounding as soft and soothing like a lullaby.“I am listening.” He responded icily as if he was the villain in the story.“It’s hard for me as well to leave you but I am doing all this ….”“Oh just knock it off!” he abruptly interrupted raising his voice in a disconcerted tone.“Okay, I know, I understand---I mean kind of.” Mustafa continued but with patience this time and being meticulous at the choice of his words. “Now you listen to me, I do completely understand your concerns but I don’t want to care about them right now. All I know and all I care about is You because I Love you Hilal and will always love you. I really do----with all my heart. He paused and looked at her with such tenderness and compassion in his eyes that it could have melt away anybody’s heart but unfortunately she does not seemed to have been touched by his confession. Or she was concealing her emotions under the veil of forced apathy and phony insensitivity.“You want commitment..huh?” He asked trying to reach some sort of agreement with her.His condition was not the best spectacle to watch. She had the lurking fear of losing her self-confidence and getting collapsed in front of him and that she could not afford to do at any cost. She came with one and only one objective in her mind and that was to end the relationship for good. Thus regaining her conviction in the belief of her cause, she began to approach the door. Mustafa hurriedly followed her.“I love you, Hilal, Please don’t go.” Mustafa pleaded with dignity like a wounded tiger.“I love you too, Mustafa, but please let me go.” Hilal said fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes.“Take care of yourself. Bye”. With that last resounding note, she left him all alone. Three months later, she went abroad for further studies, then presumably got married to some top-notch engineer or doctor, just as her parents desired. “How typical and predictable”, he sighed with resentment.He still vividly remembered his last confrontation with Hilal which was an eight years old deal now. A thing of his gloomy past but he did not forget her. He tried hard but was unable to find solace and comfort in somebody else. Luck and his hard-work has made him a successful businessman now, but he had suffered the greatest loss before even coming into this field. Losing a beloved was more than a catastrophe, instead it was a tragic reality which he had to face every single day. He never stopped enjoying to cherish all the memorable moments spent with Hilal and he also started to willingly bear the pain and anguish of separation which he relived so often.“Why does love hurts so much?” He questioned himself in a heart-wrenching way.“Forget it, let it hurt Mustafa.” He intentionally did not answer his same old question himself. Hushing away all his timeless worries under the pillow, he lay down on his bed, grabbed his I-Pod, slid the hold button to the left side and smoothly pressed play.Whatever happens I’ll leave it all to chanceAnother heartache another failed romanceOn and onDoes anybody know what we are living forI guess I’m learningI must be warmer nowI’ll soon be turningRound the corner nowOutside the dawn is breakingBut inside in the dark I’m aching to be freeThe show must go on.Oh my Queen, not again … he sardonically laughed and turned his I-Pod off.
http://www.chowk.com/articles/11546
Hafsa Shorish January 21, 2007
Tags: love , romance , heartache
He was a swarthy, handsome lad with a respectable height, husky voice and a boyish, round face. His name was Mustafa and he was proud of it. To him, his name held the connotations of elegance, charm, serenity, and integrity. He was young and sagacious, merely eighteen years of age. He was a patient listener
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and an avid learner. He walked with an athletic grace, outstandingly excelled at his studies, was domineeringly popular among his fellows and had a charismatic yet down-to-earth personality. He had the arrogance of a Greek God, decency of a nobleman,, conformity of a bourgeois and the resoluteness of a rebel.On a cold Sunday morning, he was solemnly leaning against the grey wall, mindlessly tapping his feet to the melancholic tune of colorless raindrops falling on the window sill of his unusually dingy room. His head was slightly bent downwards engrossed in disturbing thoughts and he had wrapped his arms around himself as if he was hugging his own body in a child-like manner. His eyes were holding a bizarre despondency and an emptiness which was insanely deep and insane. A kind of emptiness that can seep through out inner most beings and make us feel pertinaciously guilty or ruthlessly shattered for some unknown reasons. It was a strange day for Mustafa. He was awkwardly quiet like the sound of deafening silence and truly sad like the cry of an inconsolable grief. He was in love for the first time. How, why and when did he fall in love was still an enigma to him. If he knew the answers before, he might not have landed in this world of doe-skin fantasies, comely promises, and naive attractions. Well, he did not regret bending to his knees for someone since he has always quoted to his friends, “It is better to be loved and lost than never to be loved at all,” but he never expected his love to turn into a painful memory which would hurt and haunt him for the rest of his life. While his mind was struggling to subdue all kinds of unfounded fear, distrustful doubt, insecure jealousy and hidden anger, his heart was powerfully pounding with a mantra.“Mustafa, don’t let her go, Mustafa don’t let her go……”. His heart kept incessantly repeating.Brazenly defying the logic he reached at after almost three hours of persuasive arguing and thirty minutes of ascetic contemplation, Mustafa finally distanced himself from the gloomy wall and gingerly walked towards the sofa where Hilal was sitting, nonchalantly fiddling with her bangles. She sat up straight the second he seated himself right next to her with his eyes lowered. Hilal was the girl whom Mustafa had fallen in love with. She was one year older than Mustafa but he seemed to find her as his “perfect partner” and an “ideal soul-mate”. Hilal was genuinely sweet, moderately sensitive and extremely close to her family. For him, she was beautiful like a spring sunshine, mystical as a winter moonlight, frivolous as a child’s giggle, restless as a butterfly and colorful as a butterfly. Breaking the odd silence in the room, he looked up and made a fierce eye-contact with her. She returned his gaze with sheepish severity. Finally, he mustered up the courage to speak to her.“Hilal, is this your final decision?”. He asked firmly.“Yes”. She replied in a reserved tone. “ Are you sure about this? I mean you don’t want to think even one last time?. He questioned with a renewed hope and lingering doubts in his voice. “ Well, I guess I have to say yes this time as well.” She incisively answered.“ Oh! I see…” He said in a mocking way. Frustration and contempt began to soar in their conspicuously uncomfortable conversation. “Our relationship is over, it is just so over.” Hilal blurted out in order to knock some sense into Mustafa’s brain. To her, he was immature, irrationally emotional and was toying with his heart at a very early age. She carried on with her facts and figures pertaining to the real world.“ Why don’t you understand that this relationship has no future. Mustafa, we just can’t be together. It is better to face the truth now instead of being remorseful later. I have explained my position to you so many times that my parents will never tolerate their daughter getting involved with some guy. They cannot stand that. I know you love me but they love me too and perhaps they love me the most in this world. Please, I don’t want to ramble on over all the reasons again and again. This is not the first time I am explaining my position to you but I sincerely hope it will be the last.” Mustafa stood up and moved away from her. Every word she uttered came as a stinging blow to his delicate mind. He had a wry grin on his face and his eyes protruded in utter disbelief. Hilal immediately noticed voracious agitation hovering above him and unguarded rage boiling inside him, but he did not lose his composure and tried to appear calm. He somehow firmly held the gallop of his anger. She got up and stood delicately beside him and gently patted at his back.“Listen to me, look at me Mustafa”. Hilal muttered slowly, her voice sounding as soft and soothing like a lullaby.“I am listening.” He responded icily as if he was the villain in the story.“It’s hard for me as well to leave you but I am doing all this ….”“Oh just knock it off!” he abruptly interrupted raising his voice in a disconcerted tone.“Okay, I know, I understand---I mean kind of.” Mustafa continued but with patience this time and being meticulous at the choice of his words. “Now you listen to me, I do completely understand your concerns but I don’t want to care about them right now. All I know and all I care about is You because I Love you Hilal and will always love you. I really do----with all my heart. He paused and looked at her with such tenderness and compassion in his eyes that it could have melt away anybody’s heart but unfortunately she does not seemed to have been touched by his confession. Or she was concealing her emotions under the veil of forced apathy and phony insensitivity.“You want commitment..huh?” He asked trying to reach some sort of agreement with her.His condition was not the best spectacle to watch. She had the lurking fear of losing her self-confidence and getting collapsed in front of him and that she could not afford to do at any cost. She came with one and only one objective in her mind and that was to end the relationship for good. Thus regaining her conviction in the belief of her cause, she began to approach the door. Mustafa hurriedly followed her.“I love you, Hilal, Please don’t go.” Mustafa pleaded with dignity like a wounded tiger.“I love you too, Mustafa, but please let me go.” Hilal said fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes.“Take care of yourself. Bye”. With that last resounding note, she left him all alone. Three months later, she went abroad for further studies, then presumably got married to some top-notch engineer or doctor, just as her parents desired. “How typical and predictable”, he sighed with resentment.He still vividly remembered his last confrontation with Hilal which was an eight years old deal now. A thing of his gloomy past but he did not forget her. He tried hard but was unable to find solace and comfort in somebody else. Luck and his hard-work has made him a successful businessman now, but he had suffered the greatest loss before even coming into this field. Losing a beloved was more than a catastrophe, instead it was a tragic reality which he had to face every single day. He never stopped enjoying to cherish all the memorable moments spent with Hilal and he also started to willingly bear the pain and anguish of separation which he relived so often.“Why does love hurts so much?” He questioned himself in a heart-wrenching way.“Forget it, let it hurt Mustafa.” He intentionally did not answer his same old question himself. Hushing away all his timeless worries under the pillow, he lay down on his bed, grabbed his I-Pod, slid the hold button to the left side and smoothly pressed play.Whatever happens I’ll leave it all to chanceAnother heartache another failed romanceOn and onDoes anybody know what we are living forI guess I’m learningI must be warmer nowI’ll soon be turningRound the corner nowOutside the dawn is breakingBut inside in the dark I’m aching to be freeThe show must go on.Oh my Queen, not again … he sardonically laughed and turned his I-Pod off.
http://www.chowk.com/articles/11546
Tedx Kinnaird 2010
The TEDxKinnaird Conference was held on 23rd February, 2010 at Kinnaird College’s Perin Cooper Boga amphitheatre. This conference attracted a diverse group of people belonging to different fields from media personnel to the aspiring change makers in the educational sector. The vision of holding this meaningful conference at Kinnaird was envisaged by few young innovative minds and was turned into a reality when Dr Bernadette Dean, the principal of Kinnaird College, decided to support the devoted host team. A TEDx event is an unusual commodity and in Pakistan this concept was not fittingly projected till now but TEDxKinnaird 2010 has altered the whole scenario of the educational arena by introducing TEDx to people living in this part of the world. It certainly served as an eye-opening and highly enriching experience for numerous talented minds.
“TED is an annual event where some of the world’s leading thinkers and doers are invited to share what they are most passionate about. “TED” stands for Technology, Entertainment, Design — three broad subject areas that are, collectively, shaping our future.” X denotes that the event is organized independently.
At TEDxKinnaird, the main objective was to set up an environment which would serve as a platform for all those who want to intellectually challenge themselves. This was one conference in which people felt rejuvenated and took back something and that was anything that they could relate to or care about. A large number of attendees also left their feedback on the colorful post-it notes at the end of the event.
The theme of the event was “Believe in Tomorrow” which aimed at reflecting and doing something about the worsening and unpredictable situation of our country. Thus the speakers shared some of their personal stories which acted as motivational boosters because it rekindled in people the passion to achieve all that they want and all that they aspire to attain.
The phenomenal speakers who came to grace the event were some who have established their names and there were few who were struggling to set their mark but they all had common attributes like that of hard work and perseverance and they all shared the same focused attitude. Omair Rana, Huma Mirza, Fasi Zaka, Taimur Bandey, Anam Gill, Anum Pasha, Asim Fayyaz and Nadeem Chauhan were the ones who spoke at the event and managed to leave indelible impressions on the audience quite smoothly. The audience enjoyed themselves a lot and was mesmerized by the delightful and informative aura created by the speakers. TEDx Kinnaird was surely an outstanding feat which was carried out in a skillful manner. The speakers and attendees were sitting together, therefore, breaking down all the discriminatory barriers.
http://pinkontheweb.com/site/events/tedx-kinnaird-2010/
“TED is an annual event where some of the world’s leading thinkers and doers are invited to share what they are most passionate about. “TED” stands for Technology, Entertainment, Design — three broad subject areas that are, collectively, shaping our future.” X denotes that the event is organized independently.
At TEDxKinnaird, the main objective was to set up an environment which would serve as a platform for all those who want to intellectually challenge themselves. This was one conference in which people felt rejuvenated and took back something and that was anything that they could relate to or care about. A large number of attendees also left their feedback on the colorful post-it notes at the end of the event.
The theme of the event was “Believe in Tomorrow” which aimed at reflecting and doing something about the worsening and unpredictable situation of our country. Thus the speakers shared some of their personal stories which acted as motivational boosters because it rekindled in people the passion to achieve all that they want and all that they aspire to attain.
The phenomenal speakers who came to grace the event were some who have established their names and there were few who were struggling to set their mark but they all had common attributes like that of hard work and perseverance and they all shared the same focused attitude. Omair Rana, Huma Mirza, Fasi Zaka, Taimur Bandey, Anam Gill, Anum Pasha, Asim Fayyaz and Nadeem Chauhan were the ones who spoke at the event and managed to leave indelible impressions on the audience quite smoothly. The audience enjoyed themselves a lot and was mesmerized by the delightful and informative aura created by the speakers. TEDx Kinnaird was surely an outstanding feat which was carried out in a skillful manner. The speakers and attendees were sitting together, therefore, breaking down all the discriminatory barriers.
http://pinkontheweb.com/site/events/tedx-kinnaird-2010/
Hello everybody!!
I am standing up for the post of headgirl in the upcoming elections in my college. I thought about keeping my campaign clean and fair so i made this blog. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me..lets do something good together:)
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I am standing up for the post of headgirl in the upcoming elections in my college. I thought about keeping my campaign clean and fair so i made this blog. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me..lets do something good together:)
Kindly leave your suggestions here so we can sort out our problems in a civilized manner..
Let me know what you expect from a headgirl :D
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