Tag: life

  • Don’t Forget To Check Your Pulse

    Sometimes I wake up hating. I hate how wide my hips are, how my legs will never be longer, how I’ll look ridiculous in a swimsuit, how my skin isn’t glossy clear, how I need to work for the things I want, how I can’t just shop my days away, how I have worries, how… →

  • 7 Resolutions, 7 People, and 7 Reasons To Love 2013

    2013 was the year of so much loss and so much more gain. I got rejected from one college, got into two others, and took a year off. In this ‘gap year’, I learned so much, met so many people, laughed, and cried. Since this is New Year’s Eve, I thought it only fitting to… →

  • Why Being A College Student Sucks Sometimes…

    “College is draining the life out of me” “Why must this be so tough?” “I’m just stupid and I can’t do it.” I’ve heard so many people complain about how difficult it is to be in college: the work, the time, jobs, taking care of yourself, and the rest. When you go away to college… →

  • Knocking Down The Berlin Wall, Or, Modern European History Blues

    I used to think history would come easy to me. I mean, I had the tenacious, for want of a better word, capacity to never forget dates and names and places. And so there I went, signed up for a history course with stars in my eyes.  And what followed made me feel like I… →

  • Say No To Slurpers

    So I’ve had some strange friends. I’ve known some strange people. I’ve seen people who breathe just through their mouths, people who pick their ear lobes when talking, and people who twitch when they talk.  All these quirks are okay.  But what is not okay, is weird eating habits. No. You see a girl. She… →

  • God Save The Queen’s English Or Why I Don’t Like Dropping U’s

    There I used to be, in a crisp, blindingly white uniform, sash all pressed, not a hair out of place, sitting with my legs tucked beneath me. Shoes polished, composed demeanour, perfect little Conventarian child. Oh how that changed. Going from a private English school to an American university…walking across worlds. 1. Professors are human… →

  • Don’t Look Here…

    Controversy.  It’s dark, and hidden, and attractive. Isn’t it?  What is it about the taboo that attracts us? To see an addict wrap his shaking fingers around a filthy needle, inject warmth into his paper thin veins and breathe in contentment, is controversy. But to whom, and how? To a ‘respectable’ older woman who calls… →

  • The Pessimist’s Quick Guide To Death

    Basically, if you’re a pessimist, here are the things that can kill you on a day to day basis. Go ahead, you’re too depressed to look away anyway. 1. Other people. So, I mean why make the effort to talk to anyone really? People are strange beings, so different from each other and yet the… →

  • Remember That?

    What can you say about memory? Nobody knows the future but everybody, everybody knows their past. I don’t know how it is for other people, but I remember it all. The worst part of total recall though, is standing in front of it, arms open wide. Hit me. You take that girl there, standing with… →

  • The Red Lipstick Debate

    For the last two days whenever I’ve dug into my book bag for a pen, I’ve invariably found a red lipstick pencil.  Hmm.  I might be the living breathing embodiment of the education vs looks debate. Do people automatically assume a pretty girl will be incompetent? Or is it the other way around? It’s a… →

  • Once Upon A Time In California…

    I woke up today with sunshine in my hair. No, seriously. My dorm room is currently suffering a power outage. While this means no light in the room, it hasn’t stopped the air conditioner from working on full blast. This means I have to keep the windows open just so I don’t freeze while I… →

  • That Grasshopper’s Sitting On A Book, Cooking Berries

    If you stepped into my room on any given evening in the year 2007, you’d invariably find me curled up somewhere, reading. How I miss thirteen and all the years that preceded it. Childhood was a time where I saved up all my pocket money to buy a fuzzy slip covered notebook, which I then… →

  • What Sings Beneath The Earth (fiction)

    So I’ve decided to take the bull by the horns and dab away at a spot of fiction. I’m an impatient person so fiction doesn’t come easily to me. Short stories, let alone full blown novels have completely evaded me. Except now I’ve written something. Oh what an accomplishment. The piece is called What Sings… →

  • Politics = Passion…Pakistani Tales

    Politics…means different things to different people. Or should I say to different nations? Because never have I seen a nation so obsessed, no infused with their political system; where political leaders, discussions and rallies are the backbone of everyday conversations, than Pakistan. In Lahore, you’d be hard pressed to find someone who didn’t know and had something to say… →

  • 8 Things You’ll Be Shocked To Know (About Me)

    The following kernels of information might be disturbing, might be surprising, might be revealing. They might make you clap your hands in laughter, or rub them together as you conspire against me…nevertheless, these are the things about me nobody knows: 1. I CAN RAP. Yes, to look at me you wouldn’t think this was true for… →

  • On Being Struck By Lightning, And Dying

    Wednesday, July 10th, 2013. Today, I died. At around 3 PM today, I was outside, dancing in the rain that I so passionately loved. It was a full blown thunderstorm, with dense grey clouds that seemed to have absorbed all the world’s grief. For me, however, the blue grey streaks that split the sky into… →

  • The 7 Types Of Girls I Met In Highschool

    Right off the bat then…here are the seven different types of girls I met in school: 1. THE FAKERS… These are the girls who arrive at school everyday with a determined, gleaming, practised smile. They meet their fellow students with hugs, gushy emotional outbursts and loaded compliments. “Oh hi *insert name*, you look wonderful today! I’m so jealous of how… →

  • Who’s Idea Of Perfect Are You? Or, Why Anorexia Has Become A Must-Have

    “She had sooty lashes that formed a thick fringe around her gently moulded almond shaped eyes, which flashed sea green when she was calm, and turned to darker jade when troubled. Her tiny waist needed no corset, rather it would’ve been a constriction, a cage for her lively spirit, which gleamed through every graceful curve… →

  • Oh, Him And Her And Them? They’re Just My Home…

    I’m not homeless. Just to clarify what ‘home’ means to me: it means somewhere you can return at the end of a long, exhausting day and hang up your metaphorical coat, and don your fuzzy slippers. Home is comfort, and familiarity. Home is where you play your music the loudest, where the mirrors have seen… →

  • Mementos Are No Good. “You want remember, so just remember” – Janet Fitch

    I don’t know Why is it the world Works this way? * It used to show: You’d lie asleep, curled Never imagining It would be taken away * The highs and lows Did never manage to unfurl Your secret looks, Your kisses and your smiles Bright as the day * I wonder why, just now… →