Your Desi Girl
From the Blog Kanwalful meets world: Your Desi Girl - I honestly do not know the kind of values people ingrain in their female offspring these days. No actually, if they even TEACH their female offspring any values at all. Yes, I choose to talk about only female offspring today and I say female offspring rather than daughters because I am angry. And when I am angry I use strange words that do not fit. But that is a different story altogether. So we were talking about values and how people do not impart them any more to their female offspring. SERIOUSLY. For almost every woman I have come across (not all, but almost all) the Mother-in-law is the crazy life-ruiner who MUST be hated and opposed from Day 1. Because all she wants is to ruin your life, make your husband hate you AND spoil your kids. Apart from interfering in every aspect of every aspect of your already screwed up life. The Sister-in-law is the attention seeking, spoiled sister who comes over every weekend (especially in the case of a joint family), lets her kids run all over the place, spill Fanta over your new carpet and wants to be fed hot food that she does not want to contribute in cooking. She wants to criticize you over everything and talk about how you rolled your eyes at her to her mother (your much loved MIL). If that was not enough she wants to hog your husband after dinner time because she has to catch up with what her brother has been up to. The nerve of her! Not to forget the Brother-in-law and his Wife . If they live with you then you are in constant competition with his wife. She got herself a bunch of the latest Sana Safinaz Lawn prints, how come you did not? And while we are at it, how dare she leave her kids with you when she goes grocery shopping for the entire house? That evil woman – all she wants is to get ahead of you in every way possible and prove herself the queen of this shared household. Heck, she even gets along with MIL despite MIL being the rat that she is. About the BIL, he is overshadowed by his wife who equals the evil two people could potentially exhibit – so no comments on him. Most importantly – the husband . The husband is the doofus so obsessed with his mother (MIL) that he almost fails to notice her psychotic behavior. He cares mostly about his work or about the latest football match. And sometimes about a night out with friends. The only way to deal with this special case of eternal torture is to lie to him about everything that comes your way and keep him in an idealistic dream of how great a wife you are. Just so that he does not throw you out of the house or feed you to the dogs. Because hey, that is just what most husbands love doing. The fore-mentioned emotions pretty much sum up what most girls feel and are ACTUALLY taught to feel about their in-laws since they day they learned to say “marriage”. At least in most Pakistani households they are. So a word of advice to all these retards – grow up and learn to UNDERSTAND people for who they really are. Your mother-in-law might order you around a bit but that is ONLY because she wants you to learn to run your own house when the time comes. Your sister-in-law comes over every week because she wants to be pampered after spending a tiring week at her own house. Your brother-in-law’s wife is not in competition with you – she is only living her own life – and she probably leaves her kids with you so SHE can do your share of the work while you bond with your nephews and nieces. As for your husband - he is genuinely a sweetheart so do him a favor and make your relationship worth the effort he spends slaving over it. Now get on with it. . Read Full Post
Franklyn
From the Blog Bleargh!: Franklyn - The excitement that comes with sudden inspiration. The eagerness in your fingers as they pause over the keys, in the instant it takes your brain to form the words your lips speak, your ears hear, your mind comprehends. You smile. It's the smile of understanding. As in finding something, lost long ago. Like something that could turn the world The other way around. Yet you dare not pause, Lest the magic should run out. Your breath comes in gasps. You're half-crying now. Suddenly you're confused. It doesn't make any sense! Should you believe it anyway? Is it wrong? It can't be! What should you do? You screw up your eyes. Trying to remember. Where you went wrong. You swallow the lump in your throat. Listen to your harried breath. Panic. Your eyes dart here and there. Then you don't get to… "You rub your hands in glee. A shiver of thrill runs down your spine. And then it's gone. And you breathe, A sudden sigh of relief." And the end is like the beginning. You're left unsure it even happened. But gradually, You believe. . Read Full Post
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