I am Cursed

This post is the truth. Until now, I thought it was only in my head but it's true. I am cursed.

Once upon a time, in 2009, I had fallen in something people dub as 'love'. My only friend in the new town showed liking towards me and we were about to embark on a sweet journey together when he said that he had serious reasons because of which we couldn't be together. /shock. The New Year started with hopelessness and despair. Everything was a blur /blur, every time I woke up in the morning, I was going /floor. Then I found a friend who helped me get over it. This one knew I loved him so we were cool, right? Wrong. Time went on and my friend said he loved me. I was all /shock. I was already in love. With a pathetic asshole who got a girl for himself as soon as his college started. My friend went nuts and I was going  nuts too. He went to the limits of drunk dialing, gifts, chocolates (which I never accepted) and then it all went more crazy. So I'm guessing I got cursed by him that I will never find True Love because I broke his heart

Fast forward 2013. Somehow, after 2 years of struggling, I got over my so called love and dubbed him as a 'lesson' or 'crush'. This guy ultimately lost himself because his girl left him and he can't get over it (suck it, bitch) and he's being nice to me. My old friend (who totally doesn't talk with him and ignores me like the next big Fuck) is happy because he found someone who loved him more than I could ever even try. I'm hoping they get married and have children. I don't know if he'll invite me to his wedding, though. 

Then there's me. My story of a hopeless life continues. I like someone, someone else likes me and I think I like him too but then some other person who likes him as well.

Weird? Welcome to my life. I am Cursed.

Seven Cats and Me

Some people are plain unlucky. They end up with cats. I have seen my end, it is with cats. Maybe if my mom wouldn't allow me to get a real one, I'll make do with stuffed versions.

If you're reading this, don't. Change tabs, change windows but don't read this. This is my narration of how helpless and unlucky i feel. So helpless that even my backspace wouldn't work that I can capitalize the I in the previous sentence.

I'm sad because it seemed like I had a chance. We had a chance. I mean I'd have to walk over something I dearly love but, you gotta take rough decisions sometimes, no? I was ready to take that chance, jump off the hill with nothing but blind faith, nope. I have to hold back. Again. for the umpteenth time. I'm mentally and emotionally drained.

Go home, you guys. There's nothing to read here.

Sorry.

Karima.

The Woman with One Eye

This story is the true encounter of me and the one eyed lady. Brace your hearts, for a chill might just run down your spine.

It was like a regular day. Time. 7:15 pm. I'd said good bye to a colleague as she went on her platform on Andheri station and I went towards mine. I crossed the busy street and entered the middle section of Platform No. 1. There was nothing unusual about tonight. People bustling around me, everybody just wanting  to get home early. Nothing unusual about tonight, except for her.

I looked back and it was as if she was carved out of darkness. She chose to sit on the darkest spot on the well-lit platform. Adjusting within her own blanket sitting near a dog by her side over a heap of cement sacks. I felt pity at this unfortunate woman and since I had some leftover lunch, I decided to give it to her.

Mistake.

One step. Two step. It echoed in my head and I went by what I thought was right. I offered the paper bag to her. It was then she looked up. No eye. She looked like a pirate from Davy Jone's crew, to be precise. She put her hand behind, took out a stick, let out a little cry of anger and waved the stick at me.

All in one second.

I had my heart in my mouth. It was too crowded to run, so I merely walked. As fast as I could and climbed in my train and came home. 

Lesson: Never give food to who you think is a beggar. Only give to those who ask for it. 

Honestly, I was kind of counting on the Mayans!

It's that time of the year again where everyone starts making resolutions and only 20% of the mass actually pursues it. I think it's even less!

Anyway, so I want to put my two words on this too. I was sad when the calendar changed to Dec. 22, 2012. For once, I wanted Mayans to be right. Had there been signs:

1) I'd have told this guy I love him
2) I'd have prayed Daraze Umr's namaz :P
3) I'd have went and told people how they hurt me and I will boo at them from the windows of Heaven while they rot in Hell
4) I'd have been ready for death like Ignotus Peverell, who greeted death as an old friend.

But they days rolled ahead and we're at Dec. 30 today. My resolutions are same as last year and the only addition this time is that I will follow them. In Shaa Allah!

Got to work now. 'But Karima! It's Sunday!!'

There's no Sunday in Digital, bros. Thank you for your concern

Love,
Karima

Why You Must Work

I just checked my blog and I saw I hadn't written anything proper since my Driving 101 (thank you all for the overwhelming number of views to that one!) and I thought over the reason that kept me away from blogging - work.

In the past months, I have worked and earned. Spent all of it, yes, but earned none the less. One rainy day, I had to buy myself new headphones and it hit me, 'wait, a second. I'm buying this with my own money' I usually bought stuff but then never like this. It was always:

Me: "I need money"

Mom/Sister: "Why?"

Me:"My headphones died"

Mom/Sister: "Okay, how much?"

OR

Me:"I need money"

Mom/Sister: "What happened to the sum you were given yesterday?"

Me:"I spent it. I needed new headphones"

Mom/Sister: "Okay, how much?"

But that night, I just decided to buy a pair of headphones and I bought them. I went home and nobody asked me what I bought because I didn't ask for money. It was a feeling of... relief?

For the first time in my life, I got a taste of independence. I thought over it, every meal I bought, every place I traveled, every movie I saw, it was with what I had earned and it was a wonderful feeling. Your heart grows wings because of your brain and there is no comparison to owning that smile.

So here it is, TOP 5 REASONS WHY YOU MUST WORK

#1 Independence

The freedom of not having to give someone a detailed analysis of what you spent where is wonderful. If you spend 500 bucks in a day, buy something worth 2,000 the other day - no one will glare at you because you are spending your own blood and sweat worth of money.

#2 Secure Future

If your parents or spouse are big shot people who have a lot of money and you are sorted for the next two lives, still you must work. If you have that much money, save what you earn and give a bit of it to your mom. The sense of achievement of giving a contribution in your house is the highest of all! Save the rest for later. Maybe your family will need it, money lying in the bank never goes waste.

#3 Confidence

"So what are you doing?"

"Oh, me? I'm working right now"

There is nothing better than telling people you are working. You are contributing to the success of a company and giving your share in the world. The world exists because of you and they are paying you for it. Hold your head high and nose higher, you work!

#4 Escape :P

OK, this is wrong :P But I've used "I have so much work!" as an excuse to get out of so many family functions. I mean the ones I really really truly with all my heart wanted to avoid!

#5 Security

You secure yourself when you work. There is a positive inflow of green in your life. You want a Mercedes? You don't just wish for it, you are working towards it too. You are lapping every person who is praying for money.

They are praying for it, you are making it.

Think!

Anyway, it's time to get back to work for me. I love every bit of it. I hope you get a promotion at your work or maybe, even a better job!

May you always have money in your life,

Until Next Time,

Curry /bye