What do i really want to write?

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The topic itself sounds so messed up, just like the tangled mess of my thoughts which I have been trying to unwind before my mind’s eye since I first might have held a pen. There are countless words, phrases, sentences all floating around but I don’t know which one to chose? Which one to build upon? I pick one and many are pulled along with it, it needs company….words can’t survive alone, it’s only the very powerful few or the pen is so powering that it can give one word enough strength to stand alone and scream out louder than a dozen phrases compiled by a poet.

Where did I even start from? I lose track… I have so much to say, so much to convey but none of it I do fully before moving on… am I like this in real life too? Yes, the world, the life, of words and compositions, stories and poetry is a mystical life for me, the one which is better than real life ‘cuz I hold the pen in it, I chose the book, I don’t add the adjectives alone I get to make the nouns.. Lost track again.. life, yes that is what I should be worrying about.. –sigh- life and worry weren’t supposed to lie as near as we have brought them or were they? ‘I have a life to worry about’ is what they say but then there is also ‘I don’t need to worry about it, I have a life’.

Yet again I am confusing myself, instead of getting rid of a few knots in this tangled, endless rope of my thoughts, I am creating even more. Maybe when I read this in the morning I will think I wrote all this under the effect of the night, yes I do believe that the night has a somewhat evil effect on you, it makes you wilder than you should be but then what is a writer if he never visits the wildest corner, he can reach, of his mind. After all the most precious and pure pearls of creation lie where they are safe, far away... in the wild.


Saturday, December 11, 2010

Its a mid December's midnight and Islamabad is ff-freezing! i still havent offered my esha prayers n because of the extreme cold weather i couldn't muster enough courage to get out of my cozy bed n perform ablution... but somehow i succeeded and now i am sitting right in front of the heater on the 'jai namaz' and thinking how blessed i am to have a heater. Sounds funny, i know, but its one of those comforts which we have gotten so used to that we don't really look at it as a special blessing or at least not something to sit n think about. 

Now that i AM thinking about how big a blessing this heater is i am impelled to look around at the other 'blessings' around me which we normally overlook. what do i notice? THE TUBE LIGHT :D i was just feeling scared recalling a few scary movie scenes and if it wasn't for this tube light (and my constant recitation of ayat ul kursi) i might have passed out due to a heart attack by now..ok ok a little exaggeration here but you never know.. specially for all the night owls imagine life without these lights..wow not much of a life there huh?

umm next is a towel. You know that annoying feeling when your hands are wet and you quickly try to wipe them dry with a usual cloth and instead of absorbing the droplets it just smears them all over your hands making them even more annoyingly wet, towels don't do that ;) just five secs and ur hands are dry as a umm okay any dry thing.

Earphones! isn't it incredible how one can hear such a loud volume coming via such small earphones and the best part is you can enjoy your super loud music without getting scolded for disturbing others :D Just think about it for a few seconds, what if you had to put music on without headphones every  time you wanted to listen to it.. no privacy, no fun, no drowning your sorrows in a nice slow soft tune all by yourself.. see now you see it, dont you?

I think i'm getting pretty late for my esha prayer now so i should go. oh wait THE WALL CLOCK! remember how we used to read about time running out, as the last few sand crystals fall through the hour glass, in the goosebumps, fear street and the nightmare room etc. It just seems cool as long as its just in a story. Imagine no clocks, digital watches and all.. calculating the time by the position of the sun or the sand crystals left in the hour glass, doesn't sound comfortable at all does it?

The examples i gave might seem lame to you but this is the stuff i see when i look around me.. and everything deserves appreciation, however common and insignificant some things might seem to us, considering there non-existence in life doesn't work well. These are all blessings and not everyone is blessed with them. Just take a moment, look around you and however silly it might seem just pick one or two random things you see and write their names as comments below and see how many unappreciated blessings we come up with :)

Dear Anonymous...

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

hey there whoever you were i deleted ur comment on that post cuz it dint go with the fun mood there but that doesn't mean i cant take criticism(tbh of course it pisses me off, who doesn't it).

i just wanted to clear this thing, i made this blog cuz my friends wanted me to, as mentioned in the first post. Some who were new friends and weren't used to 'bhurka girls' were kinda surprised that we act like other normal girls so bla bla bla... i ended up making this blog. The fact that i named it 'the odyssey of a BHURKA GIRL' and nick named myself BG shows that m proud of what i am, my bhurka is like my identity so what makes you think i am making fun of it? my life is fun n thats what i blog about, is there anything wrong about that?cant i make jokes cuz m a BG?

so whatever ur grievances are fill em up n i might clear em.peace.


heyA peeps! my first ever Halloween party is coming up... yea yea iv had many in my ro0m listening to sp0okey songs n dressing up just for myself but this ones in school/college.

So the first thing is i need a costume, there are loads of options but as i wear a bhurka(AND that doesn't mean i cant have fun!) mine are directly narrowed down to a few and kinda weird ones.. the only thing i could think up was a ghost like this

yes a lame ol' ghost but hey a ghost is a ghost meant to be scary so do NOT question my creativity =p

but then i was on the phone with a friend 'g0och' n she gave me an awesome idea, she went like so what will you dress up as? a mummy? and m like w0w man that is such a c0ol idea! though i cant be the typical body-bandaged mummy so i thought lets put the bandages on an a gown n go as Cleopatra's mummy which will look something like this
 but like a lose version of this like totally lose n face covered n all.. u get it naaa??

then my friend Z keeps telling me to dress up as 'a girl(who i am)-pretending-to-be-a-man-whose-pretending-to-be-a-woman-n-turns-out-to-be-a -bomber!' read it a few times you will get what it means :p for it i have to wear a kinda suicide bomber jacket on my bhurka n thats it.

Then a friend told BG2 to dress up as Anar kali who has her face covered the Arabian way which is kinda nice but nah not my thing..

okay now thats all i got no more ideas other than wearing super hero masks which i just wont do so guys tell me which one is the best among these or if you have any ideas of your own plz do share em here :)
That is if anyone ever reads this post =p

First Post.

Monday, October 4, 2010

Re-writing the very first post on my blog.
First published on 10/4/10
Editing the post on 1/28/14

I started this blog at a friend's suggestion. We were standing outside the computer lab at our high school, really really bored. Talking about me; one of the only two niqabis in school, and a socially retarded person in addition to that. That's when a friend suggested I should write a blog about my life and name it "The odyssey of a Burqa Girl" and I remember asking "What does odyssey even mean?" and with that this blog, and a new word in my vocabulary, came into being.

 I have reverted most of my old posts to drafts. Keeping a few published to remember the journey. :)