Sunday, November 7, 2010


I wasnt expecting such a wonderful respone from all u people. And strangely enough my elder brother and sister appreciated my first post also and bhai even said "take my pw and id and comment on my behalf. u wrote wonderful" :P Thank u every one.
Well i dont remember much about class one. a few things only. mrs saleem was the class teacher. there was an indian girl in my class. dunno what her name was. she had huge light green eyes. the kind of eyes that give u the impression that they wud pop out the moment any one hit u on the head :p
and the thing i remember very clearly is "Quaid e Azam's corpse" :p Actaully in our school we had a statue of Quaid e Azam. and it was being put on the stage on every 25th december function. and some girls spread the rumour that it was quaid e azam's "lash" there was a store room above our canteen, it was locked always. and all the spare things and carpets and tables and statues were put in that store. i guess some girl saw the "uncles" shoving the statue in the store room and and the lash thing orignated from there. and i must confess that i actualy put a fire to that rumour. told every girl within my reach "pata hai pata hai store room main quaid e azam ki lash hai" not only this i created real panic amongst my class mates by telling them scary stories. i even told them k i went into that room and there was blood spilled all over the floor. and suddenly there was a sea of blood and i recited surah ikhlas and some how got out. the whole purpose was to gain popularity among girls. Deeply regret what i did back in class one. trust me, i never told such made up stories ever again in my life. I told all this to my dad and he said "jo bacha jhoot bolta hai Allah talah us ko aag main jalata hai" and i never metioned the word "lash" rest of the year.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Days in KGII- I

I have become quite nostalgic lately! dunno why. i just keep going thru my old photographs wid frndz, old cards which we friends used to give each other and even old letters which we used to write to each other. through out my whole educational career i miss my school life the most.
today i m gonna write some thing about my the days in KG2 at school. i know its quite childih. but this is how i m. a 23 years old girl but with a heart and nature of a 13 years old.
My school's name was Saudi arabian international school Al khobar.
i remember quite vividly when i was giving my admission test for school, i was solving the paper there was a figure of a square, it was maths portion, i knew it perfectly what it was but i heard a boy sitting behind me saying k "miss yeh tu pipe bana huwa hai" and i hadnt got a clue what he was talking about, when the teacher who was there said me "beta paper solve karain. jaldi likhain yeh kia hai " i said her "miss yeh tu pipe hai " i remember she was looking at me like i have horns over my head. she blinked and said nahi yeh pipe nahi hai. i got confused and left that blank :P
khair i passed the admission test and i was sent in KG2-I. i saw that a neighbour of mine was also there in my class. and she was the one who always bullied me while playing at home. i had a very confused look pasted on my face all the time. girls and boys there already had their friends. the girl who was my neighbour, turned out to be my best friend later, was sitting wid a girl and laughing out loud. i felt a sting of jealousy. i had no friends. and i remember it was winters and we had to wear red sweaters. my uniform was green frock white socks black shoes and red head bands and red sweaters. a few days later i manged to make a few friends. one day i noticed a girl wearing a very "awesome" sweater. i wanted the same kind of sweater. i desperately waited for dismissal bell and the moment i got home i said my mom that i hate my sweater and i want a new sweater that girl was wearing at school. when my mom asked me "us ka sweater kesa tha" i said " us ka sweater frock jesa tha" :P
some days later i noticed that my neighbour Ani was sidrah sameed in school. as a kid i never understoood the concept of nick names though i had a very funny nick name at home. ani and i were class mates, bus mates and neighbours. we did not have friendly terms at all. and we used to play together wid some of our other neighbours and always made sure to avoid each other.
miss tallat was our teacher. she was nice. names of my friends were hafsa nd maleeha.
the best time was recess time. we used to take out our lunch boxes and see what our friends have brought. i used to have bambie lunch box and water bottle. and i cherish the xcitement which i used to have while standing in a queue infront of canteen. tasali chilli chips and tomato chips were my favourite. jazz icecream had no comparison. lulu biscuits, i had bought them only for stickers :P and ringoo rolls yum. 1 riyal seemed like 1 million.
i remember, once i missed my school bus my dad dropped me school. he used to come to home for lunch and that day he cudnt. so mom made him a lunch box as well. our lunch boxes were always wrapped in brown paper bags. Our principal was very strict about discipline. she didnt like late comers. and who ever came late had to give her a "full time payshi" I dreaded my principal. i reached school crying, persuading my dad to talk to principal and tell her that i missed my bus and it wasnt my fault. khair she wasnt in the office at that moment and i ran into my class room. during the lunch time when i opened the brown paper bag i was surprised to see a new lunch box and when i opened it , to my astonishment it was chicken kerhai. and my dad took my lunch box which had cheese and jam sandwich in it :P
and i remember the xams period. I always wished before sleeping "plz Allah talah kal alaram na bajay, ameen" i hated xams. And my mom used to get sooo furious at me only during xams. and i never missed the opportunity to be a total dumboo.
yeah one more thing i remember about KG2 is the teacher who used to teach the other section. she was beautiful and i used to make sure that i see her daily. i loved her hair. and now when i think about miss seema i wonder what was so special about her hair that i liked them so much :P