Happy anniversary!!!

People of our clan do not want to have any association with the numbers 3 or 13...
I don't know the reason... but they will never serve you 3 chapatis, never 3 pieces of laddus(sweet) they'll make it 4 or reduce it to 2, they avoid house no. 13 and never a 13 no. room would be there in their  planned holiday trips... The point is without any known reason people have been hating 3ees and 13eens in their lives... Why???

I LOVE THEM!!!
And you know why? Because those are really close numbers to my life...:)... we are 3 sisters.. Me my elder sister Farah Khan and my younger sister Saobiya Khan, I never had a thought about making it 4 or reducing us to 2...:P

And I've got this beautiful home of mine, addressed B-13... I love it...

Last but not the least its the date 13th of Oct 1982... The Golden Date when my parents got married... The very first day of starting of our family... The very cause of our existence (mine n my sis's)

Mummy and papa (then)

 -Mummy and papa-

My Father used to be a simple boy from a village who had talent and dreams and my mother a shy innocent girl who was unaware of the world beyond Benaras (not that she had never been anywhere else it was just she never explored).
Mummy was a girl from city and papa was a boy from village... Mummy had a little bit of expectations which she knew would not be appreciated by papa and papa knowing the fact that mummy is from city, she has got some needs of her own... they compromised a bit on their selves... and here it is... a perfect pair of them...
Mummy whines about papa not being attentive many times and papa do ignore her many times but in making a household work, both of them contributed equally... and I am satisfied by that effort of them....

 Mummy and Papa (now)

Yes Today is the day when my parents got married 30 years back. It was simple arranged marriage... But the love evolved was sweeter than I found in any...:) I am proud of you mummy and papa...
You guys are the first teachers of ours and what I've learnt about relationships is from you both...

"We all Five" (then)

"We all Five" (now)

So I am gonna wish them "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY"
and I am gonna say...."I LOVE 3ees & 13eens!!"

End of another week...

Well I had a plan... we all do have some... its another thing that some people stick to those plans and some don't.
It was a flawless one... You know how I am best at making plans..;) What I lack in is the implementation part.


I finished the Grey's Anatomy 2nd season... I've become a big fan... can't wait for Preity(my batch-mate) to come back from home...
What is my problem?? Why it happens to me?? I had such fine plot of how to manage days and time and at the end I ended up watching Grey's anatomy for whole Saturday and Sunday ..:(


Enough of whining about my ruined plans...
You know my nephew got married last Saturday... Zebran...his name... so technically I am a mother-in-law now..;P

and we had 'Blood Donation Camp' on 1st of October, my medicine postings are going on so me and Smrati Jain couldn't spend much time there but before any donor could report me and Jain had some fun of our own...:)  

Me on one of our JR(junior resident) table by the way I am not a JR yet..:P.. I am just enjoying sitting there.. but the stethoscope is mine..:P

this is my cute Jain enjoying the scene from corridor of our Blood Bank. Visit to our hospital is worth giving a chance

you know how hardworking I am... despite of being short at time I did my job there...:P

well actually due to air conditioner's moisture the record we keep at blood bank got faded so I was rewriting them.

I don't know may be this was the last time I am in the blood bank as a member... New batch has arrived and we have to leave... I think I had never given importance to what all this means... It was a big platform for me and all my co-members... but we all took it as a burden... now its gone... you value a thing most when its lost...:(

Lets go for new week and new beginning with new 'plan'...;)

:(

Hmmmm....  I had no idea that something would happen like this with me... It might be not a big deal when seen as a third person but when it fell upon me I felt like back stabbed... this is one of my diary entry back dated, it just occurred to me that I can put it down on my blog, well I don't want to put his name in public so I am changing his name by "Pinku"(its not his real name)
 Here it is ... bout of my emotion... "anger+sadness"...

Date-9/9/12; Sunday; 10.30
Dear Pinku, I need to talk to you. A really important lesson of life was being taught to me by you today. "Don't mess with people who play politics if you are not good at that". Thanks a lot!
You are huge, striking with something as huge as you would definitely hit me back, this fact must have been known to me.
I know we are on a row since we came here(saifai) in some way or another (our 'cold war') but after these years of being and pretending to be good to each other made me imagine (I really did imagine because 'thinking' would mean reality in some or another way and everything was fake about that) that somehow that wall of rivalry has fallen down, that the ice was broken by my efforts of hey-don't-get-too-close-or-in-opposite-direction-with-him. But I think, to you what matters is 'YOU'. I am thankful to Lord that I have a sound mind that makes me find a space for word 'you' in my diary of life for you and others and not pre-occupied by 'ME, I, MYSELF'. I actually feel pity on your condition, your sickness and mania of 'self obsession'. I feel pity on "Chinku"(His girlfriend, obviously name changed) too, she is feeding your ego that is finally going to eat you up from within.
It was never and would never be a matter of importance over Dr. Vikas Singh sir, that what I felt and how much my sentiments (which would be presented as my ego in front of sir by you) were hurt, but what matters to me is what Dr. Vikas sir would have been thinking about me.
No doubt I was humiliated the time it happened. Not by you sir by me, myself. The whole bunch was present over there (I won't name them). What I felt humiliated by was my incompetence of not-letting-this-happen. If I would had recognized that 'EGO' would make Pinku stab me this hard, I would have never hurt his 'EGO'.
People might think why its such-a-big deal for me. To that question my answer is, it is! It is important because (it might seem flattery, but that's my pure heart truth) there are few people in my life who are important to me enough that I don't want to be in their list-of-bad-names, Dr. Vikas sir is among those few people.
To Pinku 'you can fool me - once' after then you would have an impermeable wall of high decency which won't let you reach to Zoha again.
From now on I am taking the higher roads, I would respect you, for which you are hungry, don't worry you do what you are good at and I'll do what I am good at
At the end thank you very much for this valued experience of mine!

I don't know what was right to do at that time but this diary entry relieved me a lot. Some of the matter is edited by me cause I don't want to make issue really apparent, this might seem kiddish to some people but I don't care... I am a human and allowed to feel disgusted and thus allowed to express it...
:(....
(this was the worst experience of mine in saifai till now that I mentioned in previous post)