I want to relive those moments again. Missing it so much.

Recently, I attended a residential youth convention. What fun it was. First time away from home and family, though it was only 6 days but it felt like lifetime, both to my parents and ofcourse me. When I came home, everything felt new and different. We learnt so much, we had so much fun, made a lot of good friends, ate great food and we danced a lot. Learned so much about life in such a short span. Lots of realizations. Learning about different issues and meeting people from diverse cultures was so intellectually satisfying. Also got to know what improvements I need in my personality. We had three people who were deaf and dumb. It was so much fun learning sign language from them and interacting with them. They are just like us, little different in a special way and they are so graceful and sometimes so naughty =p. Great experience. I am missing everything about that place.

I want to relive the whole experience. Even small things. I want to pack, unpack and repack my bag, get irritated of my roommate’s habit, get emotional at last day and DANCE again.

I am missing everyone so much.

Can I shed a tear or two? Please?!

 

My first school which was in my neighborhood, my principal’s mom who was called Mummy by my mom and Nani Maa by me passed away. She was such a nice and loving lady. She would always remember my family, sending gifts and sweets on occasions and otherwise, and the unconditional love. All the success I have had as an student is because of prayers of these people in the family, especially her. I wish I could have attended the funeral. May her soul rest in eternal peace.(Amen).

Nani Maa, we all will miss you but I know that your prayers are always with me. Thanks for everything. Love you and Miss you!

 

A DECADE AGO

Oh those childhood days were so good, seriously. I don’t mean my childhood days but the actual days and the raw aura that dwelt in Karachi a decade ago till the millennium and Y2K horror scene to be exact. Karachi was different. It was lovely. It was not materialistic. It had the warmth. Warmth even in the cold nights. Now it is like cold nights with cold gloomy feeling. It had an untouched virgin feeling about it. Now it is all artificial. There was martial law, curfew but no mobile snatchers and no shameless public display of religious gundaism. Karachi was happening, it still it is but not like then. Kit Kat was like a big treat now it is just another chocolate. Restaurants were an occasional family affair for which people waited. Funland and Seaview were the only hangouts but it was such a thrill to go there and the camel rides. Variety is spice of life but it surely spoils the fun if its in wrong direction. We need more pure ENTERTAINMENT places and please no more restaurants and water parks.

Arrghh I feel like I have lost my blog writing touch. I haven’t even written 20% of what I conceived.. procrastination maybe or I have just lost it.

Btw I felt what Karachi was like before, yesterday night before going to sleep rather before sleeping, some images brought back the wonderful memories of Karachi and I can’t tell you how peacefully I have slept.

This city will make me mad. It is the attitude of people here which needs a collective rehab.