Month: May 2013

Zonaira NOT Zoni!!! Daily Prompt: Say Your Name

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Since I was the youngest one in my family, most feuds about who would name the baby have already taken place and all the eagerness and excitement has now passed away. Also for some reason, this time around my paternal Grandmother predicted with all the zest and surety of a Sybil, that this time a boy will arrive. Firstly, due to this reason, my parents were totally not prepared for a girl, (though I was so beautiful as a child they couldn’t resist falling all over me :D)and thus it were my eldest aunt’s daughters and my elder sister, who named me Zonaira, after much discussions. Since then, it has been easy for everyone to nickname me Zoni which became so common that Zonaira somehow sounds redundant.

Usually I have seen families around me struggle a lot with the name of a baby, usually going as far as to take the guidance of an astrologer who would prescribe certain alphabeth,s like an expert doctor, according to the birth months, with which a baby’s name should start (the case in my sister’s inlaws :D) There were many names put forth in front of my mother and she chose this name and I am happy with my name. Officially I was led to believe that Zonaira meant something along the lines of moonlight but in later years many different meanings came before me. As a child, I loathed my name, because for quite some time, almost up to the age of 6 or 7, I could not write my name either in English, or Urdu, but in my later years and now I love my name for the uniqueness and ingenuity.

However, while it’s unique, I am always the last one to be handed out forms and stuff if we go about alphabetically. Also people love to misspell my name on a continuous basis, whereby I tell them: It’s Zonaira and not Zunairah please, because for some reason, the u makes me wince and cringe.

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Secluded

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(This poem was written by a friend who wanted me to share it)

The thorns of seclusion are hurting my soul,

I feel myself as an ever burning coal,

A happy phase is there to satisy my thirst,

One glimpse is seen and in another moment, it bursts

Can you believe, someone can be that much alone,

To be neglected as in a way a stone is thrown,

Treated like a scrap that can never be used,

For having ignorant attitude; everyone has an excuse,

While I sit down in solitude, I purify my face,

With the twinkling beads in my eyes that my heart proudly trace.

Getting lost in a wedding

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So I was getting really awfully bored and I thought, Let’s think of a blog post! And here it is!!!!!

Well we all have our moments of glory when we get lost and when found, it is like we are the most loved person ever on the face of the Earth with all the crying and hugging going on (but the glory is short lived, so enjoy it while it lasts :D).

So my first time as a lost child came at the time when I was quite young and thus have no account of it, however my family, like all families, has repeated this story in front of family and friends so many times, offered like a piece of snack, but it never loses its crunch, because Dad always acts it out along while narrating it.

So it happened at Dad’s friend’s son wedding, whereby the responsibility of looking after all the three kids was solely on my Mom’s shoulder. It was sometime before my mom noticed along with my sister, that I was missing. They started searching for me but I was nowhere to be found and it was precisely at this time, when food was announced to be served. There was a mass movement towards the nearest food tables and the job of searching for a child amidst this huge crowd became even more excruciating. It was at this time that my  Mom, sister and brother ran, almost in hysterics towards my dad. My dad at this point in time, had decked his plate to enormous length with his favourite Sheekh kababs and had a difficult time deserting it.

All these four people went to the guard who confirmed that no child could escape the marriage lawn under his watchful eyes and that they should go and check the fountain. It was precisely by the fountain they found me,( I always knew I had sharp eyes for aesthetics) and thus I was hugged and passed along and then kissed some more, while I was totally ignorant to what havoc I caused.

Unfortunately, after this episode, my parents just deserted the food, and everyone came back home 😀

His

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As I took my last breath,
And through absolution,
Wished to let myself off pain,
His vision was the only thing that appeared,
It was then I told him, that I loved him,
But somewhere along the way,
The scars got too deep and his efforts paid off,
Because, I stopped

What was I ever thinking?

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So usually my mom is like, I am the most irrational shopper ever to exist, and maybe she is true, I am the kind of a person, who once, when makes a decision to buy something, just get Gaga over the thing in question, and absolutely has to get that thing and is just short of a laying-on-the-floor-and-kicking sort of tantrum away from embarassing my mom. Don’t take me to shop with you unless you want to gift me huge list of stuff I would later bury in some deep, dark crevice of my wardrobe. So I thought, let’s make a list of all such stuff. This list is in no particular order:

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1. The fancy tiara:
Yes, absolutely this is exactly what you see, and I am going to blame it all on the Princess Diary series by Meg Cabot, well, not quite so. I had this obsession, a little evil post teenage kind of obsession with being a princess, for no evident reason I guess, and it passed with time like that time when I had a crush on Aragorn from Lords of the ring. My cousin mostly blame it on my need to gain attention from my family and all that jazz, and I guess it was just a phase we all go through, thanks to Disney. So the story is, I bought this from an accessory shop and I told my mother that a princess needs to have her tiara to which she rolled her eyes but never the less, humored me. My siblings, both a 9 or so years older than me, laughed their heads off and made me very offended, but I guess that is what siblings do.

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2. The extra thick crafting book:

This I would blame on both shopping online and a furious rage upon my cousins who live abroad. Somehow shopping online is much more attractive, it adds an extra shine to each product and thanks to Photoshop and DSLRs all around. What is lacks in physically touching the product and then buying, it makes up for in the attractive pictures and all. Secondly I had this rage on my relatives abroad who are always like, What do you guys need from here? and all, but bring all kind of useless and even used stuff. This time I was like, I have to ask for something substantial, enough with the free concealer samples, cocoa butter lotions and nude lipsticks which I throw straight in the dustbins. During this time I was very much into crafting notebooks and thus I ordered this gaint sized crafting book and well, my passions never last more than a few months and now I am always wondering, what to do this piece of absolute giant-ness.

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3. The Blue wholesale rackets:

Well, I hate the wholesale stores and this is the most ridiculous and the only shopping I ever did from there. I know wonder what I was really really thinking. Yes, I love sports though I hardly play any due to a long list of reasons, and also I have a reasonable lawn to play badminton in but 1) My siblings are like 9 or so years older to me and 2) the one with Y chromosome is at office from 8am to 8pm and thus hardly has the time to play while 3) As it goes I am not at all ambidextrous and 4) never played the game before and thus have no experience, so all in all, what a stupid thing to do. (Mom advised against it strongly)

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4. The pink thing:

This is a remarkable case of chromosome X obsession with the colour pink, more than anything. There is this friend of mine, who use 4 to 5 of these in a year, (usually because she sweats a lot and thus has to tap her face after every session with the sponge, according to her) and I just fell in love with the cute pink thing and I asked her to buy me one too. And it has been two years atleast since I had it and its hardly used because I am not a very face powder kind of a person. Maybe I will gift it to one of my nieces or something.

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5. The Black Book:

I don’t know why I indulge in this crappy saga of twilight books now, maybe because at that time, it was a very in thing! I decided to buy the book in its original form and not the pirated one, and well it cost me quite some bucks and I had already read the book online and well, never even open it and thus it is the most neat and creaseless novel among my collection of novels.

 

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6. The dictionary:

This I will solely blame my teacher for and you can see the dust open it to know exactly that it is the least used of all my things. We were each asked that it would be really good if we bought french dictionary and it would enhance our vocabulary and all. To cut it short, the poor thing only was opened twice or thrice, and really what was the need when we were never required to use it in the class and at home, we all ofcourse had Google.

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7. The tees:

Whenever we had to choose between different business competitions and events to attend, my friends used to ask,1) will there be dinner? 2) How are the guest speaker like? 3) what are the timings? and 4) how much will it cost? and my only question is 1) Will there be tees particular to the events? Well I love to collect tees and go to events which will provide me with one, even though I hardly ever wear tees except at nighttime during the worst summer night with pajamas.

April readings

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This month I was fired up like anything for reading and I found an excellent app for reading ebooks so I have been crazily reading through books like anything! Here goes the list of April:

  1. Love in a headscarf by Shelina  JanMohammed (3.5/5)
  2. Ten things I love about you by Julia Quinn (4/5)
  3. Veronica decides to die by Paulo Ceolha (2/5)
  4. The great Gatsby by Scott Fitzgerald (3/5)
  5. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume (4/5)
  6. The Bad Beginning  by lemony snicket (4/5)
  7. That summer by sara dessen (4/5)
  8. The time keeper by Mitch Albom (6/5)
  9. The five people you meet in heaven by Mitch Albom (6/5)
  10. The Reptile Room (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #2) (4/5)
  11. The Wide Window (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #3) (3.5/5)
  12. The Miserable Mill (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #4) (4/5)
  13. The Austere Academy (A Series of Unfortunate Events, #5)
  14. A Week in Winter by Maeve Binchy (6/5)
  15.  The Invisible man by H.G.Wells (6/5)
  16. I’d Tell You I Love You, But Then I’d Have to Kill You(Gallagher Girls, #1) by Ally Carter (4/5)
  17. Absolute Power by David Baldacci (4/5)
  18. Cross My Heart and Hope to Spy (Gallagher Girls, #2) by Ally carter (5/5)
  19. Don’t Judge a Girl by Her Cover (Gallagher Girls, #3) by Ally carter (5/5)
  20. Only the Good Spy Young(Gallagher Girls, #4) by Ally carter (5/5)
  21. Out of Sight, Out of Time(Gallagher Girls, #5) by Ally carter (5/5)