tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62913032011-06-08T10:28:58.194+04:00Khatoon & Mohtarma: Cross Border Bloggismwelcome to an unplugged dose of bordering on vicious diatribe. it is intelligent (but of course) and it is across the board and border. but never would it make a drab read.
blogging just got better, as <em>khatoon </em>and <em>mohtarma </em>join verbal forces. the world hasn't seen the last of us yet. and the best is still to come. convinced? bookmark us already...mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1100105124542410342004-11-10T20:45:00.000+04:002004-11-10T20:45:24.543+04:00YAY!! That is all that I have to say. But I guess that doesnt explain my happiness at all.These days I feel as if I am walking on air. It feels great! It feels super duper great! *sigh* It is a wonderful life, a beautiful life. It is so perfect that I feel that I am dreaming. I am afraid that I may awake soon. But..I am still dreaming and as long as I am ...it is beautiful!nazar na lagey meri mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1097227981988287242004-10-08T13:31:00.000+04:002004-10-08T13:33:01.986+04:00In these times of bayroazgari any and all news I get is when I switch on the TV and tune in to CNN. This afternoon as I sat down to lunch on my latest culinary disaster, the news caster read out headlines: 39 people killed in a bomb blast in Pakistan, followed by the latest reports on Iraq/Saddam Hussein’s alleged WMD. Of course I could not comprehend anything beyond Pakistan, but the program wasA is:noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1095669689351930472004-09-20T13:36:00.000+04:002004-09-20T12:41:29.350+04:00i walked for a good ten minutes in this sweltering heat of the desert, each minute the sun threatening to sap all of me into a faint...but i walked and walked until i reached that place i knew of on this strech of the road that would get me connected and i update my kvetch log.
many things happened yesterday...i was terribly depressed last morning, feeling lowly of lows, even that stupidly stupidA is:noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1093166197405439112004-08-22T13:13:00.000+04:002004-08-22T13:16:37.406+04:00I found some gooey substance stuck on my tube of lip gloss this morning. It must have been gooey when it got stuck but with all that artificial cooling systems, it had solidified to a shapeless brown mass. And a mystery hounding me since night last was solved.
When you have a niece and nephew as adorable as mine, you have to spoil them with goodies. Their parents aren’t really fond that I do so A is:noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1087742428464297462004-06-20T18:22:00.000+04:002004-06-20T18:40:28.463+04:00Googlism
Alright here is the post!
I was at Ejaz's place bloghopping, when i read this. Ok so this is what Google knows about me.
Googlism for: ayesha
ayesha is the same woman who murdered kallikrates and has waited two thousand years for him to return to her. . .
ayesha is totally stunning in her prose. . .
ayesha is a cosmetologist. . .
ayesha is a long. . .
ayesha is a mixed bag of mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1087133973387814422004-06-13T17:35:00.000+04:002004-06-13T17:52:35.430+04:00Warning: I think I have caught the contagious DBB (Disguised Blog Bug). Those of you who love your blogs are best advised to refrain from a further reading.
It all started when Jogi/Yogi started a word game. As if it wasn't enough of a blog sham, his affliction worsened to 'sentence a story'. Then risen from ashes Phoenix put up a word game on her blog. And now I am the latest victim. Unlike themohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1086893962267709152004-06-10T22:56:00.000+04:002004-06-10T22:59:22.266+04:00Friends, Letters and Memories.....
(Somebody give my Post a Title)
Alright back to blogging. I have been away for a whole week and I think it is about time I did post something. I was not too busy and neither was there any reason for me to not write. For some very strange reason, I have noticed that I mostly blog when I am either too angry or I am too depressed. It's about time I changed thatmohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1086278769508449332004-06-03T19:59:00.000+04:002004-06-03T20:06:09.506+04:00The Fourth of June:
(you may have read this post somewhere else but. . . i am in need of your blessings:))
Tomorrow is the Fourth of June! For all those of you wondering as to what is so special about this day, let me tell you, I was born on that day! Yep, 25 years ago on 4th June 1979, The Khatoon came into this world. So let me celebrate.
There are people, I know, who are strictly against mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1086079485437156052004-06-01T12:42:00.000+04:002004-06-01T12:44:45.436+04:00ThE sWeEt ShOcK!
Ok, all those of you who got here and got shocked, I just want to say…. It's my blog, I can do whatever I like. Right now, I am in the mood for some chocolates. No, I don’t care whether it looks childish or what! I have been in a bad mood for quite some time now and the only way I can keep my bad temper under checks is by eating chocolates.
I love chocolates. I can eat them mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1085309877328254512004-05-23T14:57:00.000+04:002004-05-23T14:57:57.330+04:00Its official: there is no meaning to life without chocolates
Some telemarketer called just now and launched a verbal barrage right away. I listened out. He asked me if I was familiar with his hotel. I said yes. He asked me when the last time I was there. Never, I replied. Not deterred by monosyllabic answers, he ploughed ahead suggesting of a wonderful opportunity to visit his hotel. He asked me mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1084813851974674582004-05-17T21:10:00.000+04:002004-05-17T21:25:32.406+04:00OMG!! Blogger changed its look too? I been outa loop for so long? hain? Commenting inbuilt too? wah wah!
I thought if I should update this blog. I vacillated between a 'yes, about time' and 'huh? whatever for'. When I was blogging so enthusiastically the whole last year, it was because...dunno why. Guess what I did for weekend last? I flew home. From Friday to Friday, eight blissful days of mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1083839358565279892004-05-06T14:29:00.000+04:002004-05-06T14:33:44.920+04:00If I ever die an unnatural death you may bet on the fact that it will be due to Boredom. I am really BORED. To be precisely precise, I am Suicidal! But then again I am too bored to even kill myself.
In the past twenty days, I have done everything I had ever planned on doing. I am not sure as to what the exact problem is or what it is that is driving me so insanely crazy. I mean, is it the fact mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1082880431034011232004-04-25T12:07:00.000+04:002004-04-25T12:16:57.233+04:00Cough cough.
Today's edition reflects my state of being. Woozy. Cranky. Incoherent. Clumsy. And for lack of a better word, botchy as well as it 'i' variant. IYKWIM...
I'm no sure what is worse, a flu or a remnant of flu cough. I would say a cough is better than a flu that leaves you coughing. But what if you smothered a flu and jumped directly to a cough? In our University days we came up with amohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1081786534160392212004-04-12T20:15:00.000+04:002004-04-12T20:23:19.513+04:00KHATOON'S UPDATE
The last day of UNI at last! Today I had my last exam and that means I don’t have to go to the university ever again nor do I have to study! Yes! Yippy, Yahoo! Akhir kaar, ho hi gaya, phew.
So how did my exams go? (Whether you ask me or not, I am going to tell you and you have no choice but to listen (read)). The exams went sort of 'ok'. The first exammohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1081338230931926452004-04-07T15:43:00.000+04:002004-04-07T15:55:51.046+04:00Warning: The following post is heavily I laden. One tedious read of a paragraph. Does not make sense. You may or not want to read it through. Reading it through does not warrant that you like it too. Reader's discretion advised.
It's mid-afternoon and I am yawning like crazy. As Merry (or was it Pippin) said in Tolkein's LOTR, 'if I yawn anymore my face might split into two.' As if my yawns and mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1080892920420889072004-04-02T12:02:00.000+04:002004-04-05T09:20:48.610+04:00The Birdie:
It was three in the afternoon and a very hot day. The sun was blinding and the heat scorching. I was in my study room studying for my exam. The balcony door was wide open, the windows had curtains and the fan was on. I was as usual stretched out in my chair with my feet on the table when I heard a bird chirping at the window. Now when you have an exam two days away, the last thing mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1080393482488046582004-03-27T17:18:00.000+04:002004-04-11T18:10:29.560+04:00 London Yatra...
I have a dulling, thudding migraine and aching legs shin down, so one might say I am in pain top to toe. And I still have to believe I did go on a London yatra, it has to be so, I'm tired to the bones as a proof of it.
Wanted to write a London and back entry but decided against it. I did not see enough of that huge city to merit any such claim. What I did there, however, was mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1079591670778079242004-03-18T10:34:00.000+04:002004-03-18T19:15:53.810+04:00Have you ever tried throwing a live cat in a sack? Roping up the sack's mouth and then making an effort to keep the thrashing sack still?
Or have you ever tried sitting a top a power keg knowing it's going to blow up any minute?
Or have you ever tried keeping a very exciting happening in your life secret?
That's what I feel like these days. I have to travel early next week. And I would not want mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1079432107831036452004-03-16T13:00:00.000+04:002004-03-16T14:18:24.200+04:00Alright people, i am back! Just couldnt help myself. i almost went mad not blogging. A few weeks back i deleted my blog 'cause i felt that blogging was a distraction. i mean i kept coming online three times everyday for reasons i know not and if ever my mood went from bad to worst then that meant no studies at all for the next three days. Anyway, mein ne soncha thha na rahi gi baans aur na mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1078744996043351592004-03-08T15:23:00.000+04:002004-03-27T17:27:13.263+04:00 Till such a day dawns...
For those of you thinking to visit this part of the world I presently grace with my presence, run some checks beforehand: Ascertain my driving license status. If it's still as elusive as a dream, you are safe. If I have gotten hold of it, beware, I so strongly believe that someone somewhere in my ancestral lineage has a share on the Emirates roads, that I have the mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1078076168234058952004-02-29T21:35:00.000+04:002004-02-29T21:39:02.793+04:00test post. mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1078076107194368132004-02-29T21:34:00.000+04:002004-03-01T13:52:16.110+04:00welcome to an unplugged dose of bordering on vicious diatribe. it is intelligent (but of course) and it gets witty at times. but never would it make a drab read.
blogging just got better, as mohtarma and khatoon join verbal forces. the world hasn't seen the last of us yet. and the best is still to come. convinced? bookmark us already...mohtarmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10387149387236264103noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6291303.post-1076516899264328582004-02-11T20:27:00.000+04:002004-03-17T14:44:13.140+04:00starting today...
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