Ramadan Blog : Day 2

Ok so i missed day one! I juss got this weird idea today. :)
As usual the days i'm home, the damn telephone always wakes me up. Today it was ummm.. I think my bank... or was it daddy's... I forget (got calls from both). Alhamdulillah the day was spent well. Plus did the obligatory running around any day that I'm home. My parents love to play pingpong (or tabletennis if u prefer, pingpong sounds funnier) with me on the day i'm off. I think they have a secret bet going on with each other as to who can make me do more during the course of the day. Oh well, not that i'm complaining.. Hey, i'm doing stuff my parents ask me to do, I get reward for it yo! How cool is that!

Third day of Taraweeh. Alhamdulillah, (I know I keep going back to it but heck) if you've prayed Taraweeh in Makkah, especially in the last 10 days, Taraweeh anywhere else in the world seems short. But Masha'Allah the Masjid is soo full these days, i can only find a parking space atleast a 5 min walk away. So i drop my parents at the Masjid, go park up and come back. Takes me 10-15 min in total. Again, I aint complaining... cuz its Taraweeh man! I've put right the thing that had been bothering me (Yup mani, it is that thing i told you about). Now Alhamdulillah I feel soo awesomely better.

Random side note : For some reason i feel like watching some transformers, the oooooooold episodes. I just mite before i hit the sack! Anyways, to anyone who missed it, Ramadan Mubarak, and to the people who didnt miss it... Ramadan Mubarak AGAIN! :)

It's HEEEERRREEEEE

Hurry hurry hurry step right up folks, its that time of the year again. Get all your sins cleared up, and you know what, this is a special offer for ya, be sincere for the next 30 days and all your sins will be cleared free of charge. All you gotta do it be sincere and pray a bit. *points to young man in the front row* I know what you're thinking son, it's too good to be true, but believe me it is, the only condition is that you gotta be sincere. Thats all, no strings attached. Its a limited offer folks, next 30 days only, and its open to all, so what you gotta lose? Try the miracle that is Ramazan today and be happy for the rest of your days! :)

Well, everyone's been doing awesome posts about Ramazan recently... Abez and Choco-bean's posts stand out as real awesome writings. I would suggest anyone who has missed them to check them out. Since my writing skills would get an F even in the 2nd grade, i'll keep it short.

Here's my philosophy for Ramadan. Allah hears our duas all the time, and gives us tons without us even asking or heck.. without us even knowing. In Ramadan, there's the added benefit of no Shaitan wandering about, and the advantage of more duas being accepted. The way I see it, if out of all the duas I make in this Ramadan, only one gets accepted and by which the pain of the Ummah is lessened, or if not the entire Ummah, then maybe the burden of a group is lightened, or if not even the group, then a single family's problems decrease, or (too many or's here) if not even a family, but a single person becomes a bit more relaxed, dont I owe it to that person to make that dua? If my one dua can do that, I would be a complete loooser to not make that dua. And this is just one dua i'm talking about. Allah is listenning to us all the time, and if we pray with sincerity, who knows, maybe more than one might be accepted. So I'd be pushing myself to pray and make dua as much as possible to get as much out of the month as possible! And i'm sure all of you will be as well, so when you do, please remember me in them as well Insha'Allah. :)

Bombs Away!

Awrigh awright you got me. I admit, I admit to it all!!! I was the third man on the grassy knowll, I was there when they scraped the remaining alien goo off the flying saucer in roswell in 1951 and I was on the Titanic on her maiden Voyage too! I'll even go on to admit that I framed Roger Rabbit and now, now I'm marrying Marvi!!!

This is getting weird, ok, well it was weird right from the start, how a simple turkish word meaning the colour blue could turn into my marriage nightmare! Plus since then, a three eyed doktarni has come into the picture as well! Who sayz there arent girls out there for marriage!?

Oh well, I guess I should get going, there is a project with my name on it and no contents waiting for me to go poke around with it. Some duas people!

P.S. If by some weird coincidence, whenever i get married eons from now, its to a woman named Marvi, I'm coming for you all one by one!! :-p

On My Own

Hmm.. even though i been out the whole week, every evening to some friend or the other, and i got others calling up to hook up... Just doesnt seem like much. Seems like i'm all alone. Ok, admittedly i should be thankful that I've got my hugely awesome parents, my big bro, soo many Masha'Allah awesome people around me, and then the blogistani cru which is just as awesome in their own way. But then again, isnt that how us homo sapiens act, never happy with what we have?? Hmm.. now that i've just typed that, i feel bad for this stupid lonely feeling.. LOL.. thass me, too confused for my own good!

Mavi

This post comes cuz the Hijabified sis has me in her dailies and she asked me to update so i cant say no to that!

Today dragged on forever, I'm soo tired i could faint... But since i've been told its a girl thing to do, I cant do it. Oh well... Yesterday we went to my cousin's place. My niece as usual was poking me... She does that kinda thing. She also uses me as her personal punching bag when she's angry. My stomach to be exact... but thank god she's only 14 years old so she never manages to do any damage. Masha'Allah she's the cutest thing ever.. She speaks urdu in a british accent (born and bred here).

Her : Mammoo, main bohut angry hoon aaj.
Me : kyun beta?'
Her : abhi tak homework itna hay, main frustrated ho rahi hoon" and the rest of the sentence will be in english...

And then she'll be like 'aik dafa punch kar loon?'

And the aik dafa turns into like 10-15 punches.

Then there's the obligatory Fifa 2003 session with my nephew on the playstation. My brother and cousin were playing as well. I dont know what it is with our family and football games. All the cousins juss go mad whenever we're around a games console. Thats ofcourse after we've had the obligatory hour to two hours of playing outside. For as far as i can remember, whenever three or more cousins were gathered, we'd find a place to exercise... cricket matches on the rooftop, football in hotel rooms... then there was a 6 way wrestling session in a 4-star Rawalpindi hotel room once. No worries, no one got hurt...Seriously... :) Then we were in Murrey (Resort in the mountains of Pakistan). 19 people, all uncles and aunts and cousins. Everyone goes out for a walk and they wanna go have coffee somewhere.. Us cousins are like you guys go ahead, we'll catch up. We were in a video game arcade for teh next 2 hours having a football tournament on the video game. Oh well, all part of family tradition.

Anyways, i'm getting real tired right now. I think i'll run away... :)

P.S. The first person to get the meaning of the title of this post gets a prize :)

Coats

Now the title of the blog may seem to be the most innocent of the world but behind it there's a huge conspiracy going on. Just today i was reading Mademoiselle's blog and I realized there was this hugely valid point she had made. To quote her

"Coats are suppose to go OVER one's clothes so isn't it perfectly resonable for someone to buy a coat their "size" but not wanting it to fit exactly (as in *exactly* ) because it IS suppose to perform a certain fuction and be bigger than their actual size? Should the person have just ordered a bigger size? "

That got me thinking, why in the world would something my size be not my size? And then I figured it out (yep, here comes another one of my world famous conspiracy theories). I've realized that all coat makers in the world are actually doctors!! Now i'm sure you're all wondering how in glazed chocolate donuts (thanks Owl.. now i'm constantly thinking about 'em) can a coat maker and a doctor be related, much less one and the same. Well, here's why and how... See, as mademoiselle so clearly pointed out, there are never coats the right size. Why? Because, coat makers will always make a coat that's either too big or too small for you. When you wear a coat too small, it squishes and squeezes uncomfortably leading you to feel sick. When you wear a coat too big, that basically isnt warm enough and you get the chill or the flu or something of the sort. Now what happens when you get ill?? You go to the doctor.. (Getting my point now people?) And since the coat maker is the doctor as well, he gets the money for the coat and then charges you to treat you. That is the reason why coat makers will never make a coat that will ever fit anyone perfectly, their dual roles would no longer exist. So in order to keep the cash rolling in, they've devised this fiendish plan to make a living out of the misfortune of others. Well, i'm on to you guys now! From now on, I'm gonna make my own coats and not buy from stores anymore. Infact, I'll go as far as to make coats for all my fellow blogistanis as well. Not only will this be my profession from now on, earning me my bread and bitter, I shall also be saving my fellow blogistanis money and making life easier for them...

Now all i need is a medical degree and I'll be set for life. *Evil glint in eye*

P.S. For the information of the general blogistani public, I am not getting engaged or hitched so everyone can go back to eating.. there is NO wedding biryani!! :-p

Me again

A lotta people dont believe I can actually complain. That's mainly cuz they always come to me so they can complain... I aint complaining! (am i using the word complain a bit too much?) they want me to hear out their probs and stuff and try to give 'em advice and stuff... I'm always all ears, always trying to help. For all the baseball wielding and noggin sockin' stuff i advise to most people.. i am a huge bowl of jello on the inside, a softy to the core. But there is a problem with all that... I need to complain too sometimes... darnnit.. someone listen to me complain for once.. (i'm using the word too much again!) Dont get me wrong, I'll never pass an opportunity to do my bit for someone, just that i need to

Anyways, I'm back... (as you can all see from the fresh post a bit grumpy as well) but hey thats me. I've come back with a vengeance, decided that i need to concentrate more on my project, get it done so i can go on me planned vacation of sorts(details later).

You know what, the force is against me blogging. I started this post, and suddenly msn and aim both disconnect (and i'm left mid-convo with a friend). I'm like what the... the net's connected, but cant log on to anything or get on any webpages.. i'm like oh heck.. and while i was trying to sort it out, these three guys busted into my room and tried to kill me. So we had a huge Jackie Chan-ish kinda fight in my room where i was jumping off walls and kicking people all over the place. *dusts off suit* Bond.. James Bond :)

Am i babbling now?? It's probably cuz i'm in babble mode now... Either way, i've realized why I wasnt around in blogistan all this time.. It's really very simple... Havent had any icecream lately... or any faloodah.. It's all the icecream withdrawl. And i've decided to rectify the situation by getting myself some Faloodah tomorrow.. Maybe that'll make the world a bit clearer :)

To Chocoholic, Abez, Yasmine, Annie, Hijabified and Mani.. Thanx for the cool messages while i was lost in limbo :) And thanks to those who did come but didnt leave messages... It's all good :)