3. Tryin not to sink into a dep again.
1. Had drumstick leaves and potato.
2. Davis told that our results would be out next week. InshaAllah. At least I’d be either here or there.
3. Settled some things bout my blog. No more linkin to fb.
4. Trying not to feel desp.
5. Not changin my blog name, coz de-attachment, bout which I was talkin yesterday, is makin me upset.
6. Tryin not to be demanding with myself.
7. Went through an online guide to drawing cartoons. :)
1# Went with aapa, bhaiya, Fiza, Faris, Raheema and the new gal, Nisha, to “Rose Valley Resort”. It’s beautiful. The place has lovely cottages, a swimming pool with a lovely shade of blue (sorry, but don’t ask me the name of the shade of blue… I’m shade blind!), a temple, lots of jungle (not that our Islands have much besides the jungle and the sea) and of course the restaurant and the bar. Bhaiya, Fiza and Faris went into the pool. There was another couple with their tiny baby daughter, Diya- they had a U.P. number plate on their car, probably in the Defence. The food was not exactly nice. I had Rotis, daal, dum aaloo, fish fry (coz’ I couldn’t have chicken (coz’ for some strange reason I believed it was jhatka)), salad, gulaab jamun and lots and lots of water. And ya, before the lunch, we had French fries and cheese balls with salted lassi (no, we didn’t order for the salted one! We wanted it sweet…later they added sugar, which, as it turned out, was fake). And ya, while in the pool, all that Faris could think bout was ‘crocodile’ and ‘saap’ :/ BTW, just before entering the Resort, I noted a board saying “CROCODILE INHABITED AREA” :) that was another ‘first-timer’ for me! :D and Fiza has got aphthous ulcers and my angel couldn’t eat much, not that she eats much otherwise, but still… and the guy whom my sister ‘SOOOO TOTALLY!!!’ wants to make her brother-in-law was also there, though I didn’t see him. In any case, he went somewhere which was not the restaurant coz’ WE were in the restaurant.. so obviously it was the bar.. so we know if we should be making him my sister’s brother-in-law! coughcough* Bhaiya is of the opinion that this Mr. doesn’t drink, but, then, bhaiya is an advocate, and a shrewd one at that.. he can actually argue us all into admitting that the moon is a diamond stolen by the aliens and rain water is coca-cola. Plus, :) this guy doesn’t seem like one who wud be wishing to marry a girl who is of the hijab wearing variety. :P
2# I almost got into trouble with bhaiya when I asked him to take Fiza to the toilet :P either he forgot the offence or decided to forgive me for the crime :p
3# Aapa had a dream-come-true moment wen she saw ‘Calcutta Varieties’ open today, a Sunday :) she bought some ESPECIALLY-cheap-and-of-bad-quality nail polishes (which she will discard after using once or twice coz they are.. wel… ESPECIALLY-cheap-and-of-bad-quality!), some hair bands and those kinds of things… I bought an Apricot scrub (coz my beautician a.k.a my aapa told me that walnut isn’t good!) and those kinds of things.
4# I realized (again) that God made Radha (who worked as a governess (kind of!) to Fiza) run away, only so that Raheema may stay. Alhamdulillah for His Ways!
5# When in aapa’s house, I saw Raheema drawing the already drawn curtains some more to try to avoid Fiza from wakin up coz of the light!
6# Saw ‘Knowing’ on Star Movies and realized (again) what a beeeeeaaaauuttiiffuuulll man Nicolas Cage is!
7# Successfully avoided a fight with abbu over whether it ( a certain place I was talkin bout) was Brichgunj or Bidinabad.. Alhumdulillah!!!
8# Finally decided to change the name of my blog….:) … I’ll miss the name “Jalpari- The Mermaid”… but, well…. I guess, too much attachment is too bad… and the only cure of too much attachment, that is, if it could ever be cured, is de-attachment and so inshaAllah I’ll be de-attaching my feelings for my blog name….
1# Aapa sent me soft and fluffy home made idlys, nariyal ka chutney and something that was supposed to be sambhar but I found it more like daal with lots of bhindi and tamatar. I loved all of it. Mummy had only one idly, shez not really into south Indian food. Actually, shez not into anything south Indian. Abbu doent eat idly vidly. Well, so I had the rest. Some chutney still remains. It’s delicious.
2# Today, mummy told that my jaan must be a good boy. :) I felt very happy. We don’t know if he is or not. But I would love to believe that he is. :)
3# Again went to samundar kinara for mummy ka walking. She’s able to walk, but not for long. 12 minutes max. Khair, Alhamdulillah for what we have and what we don’t.
4# My mood was totally disastrous after a grand fight with abbu and I was sulking like hell and mummy told me that she’d give me something after I got ready (to go to samundar kinara) and I was suddenly very happy coz I thought it wud be ‘Bournville’… but, actually mummy wanted to give me 5000 rs. I again got mad coz I didn’t want money!!! Newaz…. After we finally got to samundar kinara, my temper came down…. I strolled up to the Press on my own while mummy was walking behind. I absolutely LOVE walking alone. And when ‘walking’ is to be done beside the big black sea beautifully reflecting the light from the streetlights and the gorgeous Ross Island lined with lights that make it look as if a string of glowing pearl is deftly floating on the sea, then it’s heaven on earth. :)
5# Mummy and I waited for abbu to bring the car to the college gate… there we could hear the waves crashing against ‘whatever’ under the road before it made its way into the town in the form a back-water that later joins the naalas makin our sewage. I faced the enormous expanse of water before me and exclaimed that it is beautiful! Mummy asked, ‘beautiful????’…. and I changed my expression and told ‘Scary!’ …. Indeed, the power that lies hidden in that extremely gorgeous sea is so overwhelmingly scary. That same sea had boiled over onto that same road on which we were standing, some 6 years ago. While the tsunami didn’t affect our homes or our family, the fact that the sea can cross over into our lives….and destroy it… never leaves our mind when we look at it. And so when we heard the crashing of the waves against whatever it was crashing against, mummy told that all these powerful forces are held in their places by the command of Allah. Truly, a single little ‘go’ from Allah and the sea would rise up and gulp us down. It was only by the leave of the Most Powerful One that I could stand at the edge of the land, almost at level with the sea, and look ahead and see the black sea merging with the black sky. Felt so grateful for not being ‘gulped down’.
6# On our way back, drove around the town… and when we reached Bazaar back, found that Tillai Bakery was still open. Bought 3 pastries and some sweets.
7# Fight with abbu- over :) Alhamdulillah!
8# Aapa and Bhaiya will take me out for lunch tomorrow inshaAllah. :)
Writing after a very very long time coz of various reasons.
Firstly, had exams. And secondly, my lap’s keypad wasn’t in working condition anymore.
So, well, here goes…