Pakistani cinema continues its journey upwards as 2016 rolls in. January witnessed the release of the much talked about Ho Maan Jahaan and now that we are in the second month, we have another release, Bachaana lined up! Filmi times indeed. 🙂
We were recently invited to the summer preview of the Nishat Summer Collection 2016. The summer wardrobe is an eclectic mix comprising of both ready-to-wear pret range or unstitched fabric. The pret variety varies over exotic floral print to truck art of Pakistan. (more…)
On 08th October 2005, I was taking my SAT exam at Avari Hotel Lahore, Pakistan, when suddenly the hall started shaking ferociously.
The magnificent glass chandeliers above us moved from left to right, the tables started crackling and frantic eyes of 100 plus students and supervisors in the hall spoke of nothing but sheer fear. Fear of dying in a concrete box amidst floors above and below us in this five star hotel.(more…)
There are certain stories that are very close to our hearts and of course quiet a touchy subject. Complexion of my skin is definitely one of those. I am not fair but can I still be lovely? Let’s see… 🙂
I am a 27 year old authentic desi girl from Pakistan injected with a high drama quotient and annoying zest for life. Below is a quick insight into my battle with my complexion, the intricate situations I faced while growing up and how I eventually made peace with the colour of my skin. (more…)
We are typing all the time! A person like me who is a marketing consultant by day and a blogger by night has her fingers constantly glued on to the type-writer 😉
Few months back I felt a strange pain in my wrist. Doctors, therapies and massaging sessions were all consulted. However, nothing worked. My uncle finally sent me typing gloves which I was supposed to wear whenever I was near Mr.Keyboard. The gloves arrived in post with the sweetest post it note EVER! (more…)
It has been a year since I first began blogging. In this year, I have come across some fabulous blogs, made some great friends and received the love and appreciation of my lovely readers. I cant thank you all enough!!! MUWAH!
To show my gratitude and appreciation, I am scheduling a GIVEAWAY!!! Lets just say its my way of saying THANKYOU!
Sundays should be reserved for food comas! A day where we can eat our heart out and not be guilty of the pounds we accumulate in the process…
Brunch at Automat in Mayfair is an incredible treat to activate your taste buds. It is an American Brasserie located in Central London inspired by the eating habits of New Yorkers. They give you around an hour to eat and go!!! We do miss the British etiquettes 😉 (more…)
My family has always been warm-hearted towards animals. As I grew up, I witnessed my Grandfather’s passion for dogs, my father’s interest in deers and my elder brother’s love for peacocks. We have lived with them all! Truly it’s all about my family and other animals! 😉
In fact, one of my cherished memories is that every time the female peacock laid eggs, we would get a hen to sit on them, till they hatched. Baby peacocks, similar to chicks in their initial phases would follow the female hen all around the back garden, thinking that she was their mother. For some odd reason this always makes me smile. Amazes me and makes me wonder if the hen was also as alienated from truth as were baby peacocks and thought she actually was their mother.
Days, months and years passed. We moved to a different city and I was finally old enough to set my feet in London as a post graduate student. Living away from home and family is never easy. You are like a child who’s growing up and learning something new every day. This was the time in my life when I met my first pet, a goldfish.
I happened to attend a family friend’s son’s birthday where they had a placed a fish bowl on every guest table. At the end of the party, these were given away to the guests and I was lucky enough to be a proud owner of a goldfish.
As typical as it might sound, my first worry was what would I call her and it took me less than an hour to figure that out. I decided to call her Shahzadi which literally translates to Princess in Urdu. My late aunty used to affectionately call me that so there was definitely an emotional connection with the name.
In an Asian family, when you are new to something, expect advises and suggestions to pour in from everywhere.
Don’t feed her too much, she might die! Don’t feed her too less, she could die! Clean her bowl often or she could die! Don’t put her in the windowsill or she might die! Don’t put her away from Sunlight or she could die!
You get how I felt?
My motherly instincts took over me. My day started with feeding her and cleaning her water and it ended with feeding her and cleaning her water. In between, I would just sit and talk to her. Almost every day! Watching her swim through the bowl, sometimes calmly, sometimes ferociously was a great therapy. There was a connection, it seemed like she was understanding my stories and reacting with her swimming speed.
It was a different feeling, something I had not experienced before and it made me happy. Very Happy.
It was all perfect until one miserable sunny afternoon when the entire London was celebrating 29 degrees temperature. I turned on the tap to change her water and my eyes caught her floating on top of the water surface in the bowl. I knew it. Instantly.
I shut the tap and dipped my finger in water. It was hot because of the weather and even till date I believe she died because of that. Losing her, like getting her was a different experience altogether. It pained a lot. Shahzadi was gone…
I cried a lot for her that day. It made me think of all my friends who had lost their dogs, cats and parrots. I felt the agony, it stung like a bruise from a deep injury that pierces through. Associations with first pets are very different. As mad as it might sound but she was in my life at a time when I need that affection and sense of ownership the most. I was really sad when she left and even though my family got me another goldfish after this, it was never the same. That feeling was gone with Shahzadi.
May my Shahzadi rest in peace in her big kingdom – blue waters of the mighty ocean.