My blog is more like my virtual diary, but it’s strange that I’ve never maintained a diary in my real life. Lately I don’t feel like writing much on the blog. It’s not that I don’t come across spicy or horrifying reports. Actually things have been quite hectic at my end. Sometimes I really want to leave everything behind & go for hiking or any kind of adventurous vacation, which doesn’t mean I’m interested in cheap thrills.
I’m also waiting for Ramazan. Z & I always wait for Ramazan. Although I invariably pray for all the wrong things – that has been my history. And I don’t know how does one get to know what is right or wrong for him/her. There’s no formula that could guarantee that things might work & one doesn’t have any clue as to what might click.
Instead of having fun, even virtual games seem to be more of a burden now. MW keeps on introducing new missions every week & that too has become hectic. Plus my siblings also have stopped playing mafia.
Mr. Salt & Ms. Pepper gave birth to one little bunny, but he died after 5 days. My cats are all good. Coco has become a big time thug. She fights with every one. It won’t be an exaggeration to say that I have raised a very cute Devil. She was barely 3 weeks old when Ammi & I found her.
Yesterday I was saying to Z that earlier on I used to wish her so many idiotic things on her birthday. Now everything sounds so rotten.
Just don’t watch that new movie of Kareena & Shahid. If you want to watch a good romantic flick, get Serendipity itself but stay miles away from this shitty copy.
I have heard this crap a couple of times that people keep on thinking about death & no one does it like them. Well if you do, then obviously everything else becomes insignificant. Right? But it doesn’t. I have seen a couple of deaths, but sorry I don’t keep thinking about it. I don’t know if it’s going to be an educational experience or not. Life itself has been fucking interesting. Why would death be any different?
I have not just read that women have problem in changing nappies of their own kids in one or 2 lousy magazines, in fact I have also met few mothers, aunties, khalas complaining about changing nappies of infants. It’s saddening, to say the least. I never recommend anyone to keep pets & one of the reasons is that they might shit or pee outside the pot & cleaning it would be nothing short of hell for those who have problem with smell. Although kids grow up, but pets don’t. But nevertheless pets deserve far better parents. I have never liked that weird concept of maasi but this nappy thingy was a bit too much.
And seriously speaking, why do people complain about smell that stinks? Don’t they shit or fart or sweat? Oh & the word ‘sweat’ reminds me of that unique stink of pardah observing ladies!
And I literally hate myself for deserting my own blog, but sometimes it’s just not possible to be around.
