Khao, Beta, Khao!

So I went to my fourth dawat yesterday. I know I should be happy, dawaats are supposed to be fun right? But they aren’t. Especially when they happen one after the other and all of them have the same old procedure. And especially when they happen 5-6 times, consecutively.

So the one I went to yesterday contained a particular Uncle who insisted I eat. And no, not just once. He did it about 10-15 times. To the point where I was thinking I’m going to have a nightmare which would include, ‘Khao, beta, khao!’.

I love food, and I love the process of making it and eating it. However, this time, I was actually tired of chewing the naan and the Kebab the Uncle kept on putting on my plate. As it is, it’s not like I need anymore extra flab on me.

It ended with him pushing a bowl of kulfi infront of me, of which I just had a few bites to please him. And all the while I was eating, I kept on thinking that either I was going to throw up tonight or have an awful stomach-ache.

Khair, I have a wedding to go to tomorrow and another dawat, which I’m going to wriggle out of. There is no way I’m going through another one to suffer.

The food is good, it’s just that my stomach is a stomach and not a house.

Anyway, I finally met up with ON/Falsa – another EX-blogger [Who I'm trying to get blogging again].  Who blogs at:- http://www.falsaqueen.com

I went to her place and we had a lot of fun, alhamdulilah.  Staying true to my blog, I wore purple! [Okay - that happened without thinking. I should've worn Purple to the blogger meet. ]  We had chai sitting on the swing in her verandah overlooking the garden being drenched with rain where we talked non-stop. It was very comforting, if not peaceful. I’ve talked so much that my throat is now hoarse from talking.

We went through the usual girl talk, discussing ‘issues’. Apparently, we’re very similar. We both love travelling, food and we came to the conclusion that we’re a weird mixture of religious and crazy. I gave in to temptation for a minute and stood in the rain. But that was it. Although I’m going to give in i’m sure again when it rains and for much longer. Cold/Cough be damned!

Her Mom is a sweet-heart She made sure ON was the proper host and that I had the haleem, Sandwhiches, Samosas, Chai and gajar ka halwa, which were all really good. [And no, this wasn't like the Uncle story above - lol]. I’m hoping I can meet her again for lunch once before I leave inshaAllah.

PS: I’m loving the rain in Karachi! It was raining really heavily back home and I was regretting not being there  because of the weather, but now I’m happy.

Bloggers Meet & Other stuff

So I met a couple of  Karachiite bloggers last night, it was fun. The details are at Karachiwalis blog post.

And so are my comments/impressions, etc.

My Cough/Cold seems to be getting worse by the day, and now to top it all I’m down with fever, again. Usually I’m not so bothered when I get a cold/cough, but this time its gone on for about half a month and I’m on vacation right now, so I really don’t want to stay ill. And if I get too ill, I tend to faint. I’ve gotten all my check-ups done but no one can figure out why I faint if I get ill. All the fluids in my body are normal and no, I’m not anemic. [The first time it happened was in a market here in Karachi a couple of years back.  Oh the embarrassment!]

My seats get extended… again. Sigh. First it was the 16th, then it became the 18th and now it’s either 20th or 21st of December. I’m traveling with my Dad and he wants to stay a little longer. I don’t actually mind staying longer [I'm not bored of Karachi as yet besides, I still need to shop and eat out], but I have important things to sort out back home.

Besides that, the dawats here seem to be never-ending. Karachites are very social. We have one to go today, and another one to go to tomorrow. I’m not exactly looking forward to the one tomorrow. It’s at my Sisters in-laws, and apparently my Sisters husbands brothers Wife was desperately trying to hook me up with her brother.

Sigh. Talk about being awkard. I really hope hes not there. I usually use the ‘I’m so religious that I’m an extremist’ appearance/excuse to put off un-wanted potentials but turns out, he’s religious too!

PS- Mad props to Muntadar Al Zaidi for throwing shoes at Bush! He’s made history and according to a lot of people, done what other Muslim Leaders should’ve done long time ago.

Anti-social much? :(

I don’t know if I am anti-social or not, well lets just say, I am to an extent. I wouldn’t label myself as an extreme anti-social person. I do enjoy the usual coffee/dinner/lunch nights out with friends. However, I don’t like new places or new people. They make me nervous and I have the tendency to go into hibernation. What this hibernation consists off is, not calling or getting in touch with friends and/or other people. Not checking e-mail or chattng with people. Or blogging. To add to it, I have two Msn Messenger lists, and one is populated with friends, family cousins and the other is just exclusively for family and the few special friends.

I haven’t logged into the populated one for ages. Sigh. I *do* use facebook, but even with that I have phases of speaking to everyone, writing on their walls and the next, disappearing completely.

Am I lazy for not keeping in touch with people? I had one bad incident of getting extremely busy and not keeping in touch with some of my very close friends. One of them sent me a text message after a few weeks, asking me if I remembered her. I called her, to find out she was really really ill, with fever and a bad throat. I felt really bad. Simply because, we’re really really close, she lives in my neighborhood and even our families know each other through the Masjid.

Someone I am volunteering for as a Writer, told me, that I live in a ‘bubble’ and that I should burst it, otherwise I won’t get anywhere. To top it all, I plan to pursue Journalism.

Thoughts? Are you anti-social? Am I anti-social? Gah.