Long time no gupshup. Once again I turn to my fellow guppies in need for some advice and insight on stupid lil things. Fine! You caught me I JUST need to vent.
Life has been taking a lot of wrong turns lately. Over the years I’ve become very distant and detached from immediate family. My life now only revolves around my studies, my group of friends from university, my parents who I hardly see all day and paindo pathan.
Before summer started, I had my finals, which all together with my personal life was just a bad, dark episode of asthma attacks, depression, drugs (sedatives so I could sleep), intense smoking, and a year-long syllabus to study for. I went through major weight variances, fat, thin, super fat, normal. My diet increased enormously. I can’t study empty stomach, and also needed to free my mind of off things. So, I would just keep munching on and on to escape. Exams are passed on coffee, garam garam chai ka maga (every 20 mins), munchies, candies, peanutbutterjelly sandwiches, roti with achar, Rite kay bis’coat, rolled paratha with chai. It’s hard to have a fine toned mind and a fine toned body at the same time.
Then summer came, finally got rid of all my bsing from university. And it was time for a big family reunion that only meant MORE depression and asthma attacks. I’ll tell ya’ll why. My siblings came from States, Canada with their spouses and kids. All lovely people, wait, all lovely KIDS, that’s about it. My mom’s sisters came from London with their children. I’d lie if I told you I love them all, because now I really don’t give a tiny rats ass if they all died today. I hate them all, because all my life I’ve seen my parents fight like dogs over each others siblings, “teri bhein nay yeh kaha”, “to tere bhai nay who kaha”. My mom and dad are no angel either, lets face it my mom is the sister of all-them conniving and selfish women I once called Khalas. They are all the same, illiterates from the slums of Chaa’meran. My phopos? I hardly even know their names. We see em once a century. All the children have grown up now, so all the parents start to compare, get jealous, of who has how much, or who is studying what, or who is getting married when. And we muslims call ourselves civilized? Hell NO! We are by far most the worse, idotic, selfish, asses ever created. They all pray, do “Allah-jee, Allah-jee” all day and then turn around gossip about others daughters and use words for them like “ghusti”, and “kanjuri” thinking they sound so funny. This is their idea of fun. They all sit in one room, with chai in one hand and the other hand up peoples assz to gossip.
Now, my OWN siblings. Out of which my eldest brother is “Allah mian ki gaai” who is completely whipped by his wife. She has him by the balls, because that fool has all his property under her name. Shes became even more confident, after bearing a “BETA” as their first child. Khair they are not much of my concerns only their son is, who I would die for any minute, very sweet and blessed child. Im his favorite phopo, I get him the most candy :).
I met my sister after 6 years; she was visiting from Canada with her daughter. Her and I have total opposite personalities. She has turned into one of my Khalas. And for that we had some major fights when she was over here for 2 months, I felt bad at first, but then I realized the fact that I can never in future live with her for more than 2 days. She is the kind of women, who I would never want in my house for more than a week, because then my husband and I would prolly get divorced. She loves to do “lagai bhoojai”. Im glad we don’t live in the same country.
Then comes another one, a guy. Over the course of 6 months, this man has made my life turn upside down. Sometimes I wish I were single again, when he acts like a bitch. But then life would be too boring. I like fighting with him 24 7, I like bitching every single minute. I feel like I have adopted a 13-year-old kid, who always wants attention and candy;). I like being his mommy. My parents seem to like him a lot. My mom especially, only because he’s a med student and drives a hot car, its not even his. It’s his dads. My dad thinks he has small ears. He’s worried if we get married would our kids be blind? We both wear vision glasses. Do I still want to get married to this man, everyone approves off? I really don’t know. Is that good? Or bad? Argh why are men so much trouble?
Now summer is over, back to school, things seem okay. I’ve worked on my weight, its back to perfect, according to my body. Family is gone, and my peace of mind and privacy is back. My 13-year-old kid, is trying to act 24 now, and bought ME candy instead. My parents seem happy now. They sit and stare at the TV, sippin’ on some garam garam chai, without having to say “teri bhein”, “tera bhai”. My result came, I passed everything but math. I got to admit I didn’t study for it, like I should have. But now I am, so lets hope I pass my resit. I have my resit next week, so pray people.
Good for you for having survived all that. :k:
