I am a woman. Jewel me Not.

“A woman is like a jewel, she needs protection from thugs”

So you agree? If, yes then think again and question.

When was the last time you saw a jewel walk, talk, laugh, breath? Or it felt something?

I find it amusing when women are referred to as precious as jewels; it is like saying we carry you on because you are a good cry for publicity.

Women are human beings and they have the right to speak, write, wear, breath, study, in short do-what-ever-the-f*** they want to. Don’t compare them with shiny objects you keep in your vaults, they are here to live like any other being.

Broadcast wisely, Crackberrians.

Do you love me? If you do, then stop for a second and forward this to at least 10 people in your Blackberry Messenger list and prove your love for me.

Sounds out of context, aye?

Now how about we go back and take a moment to think about and appreciate the entire patient race that has suffered million time from religious the “Broadcast-fit”.

First it was emails, text messages, then social websites and now the abuse of your BBM service.

Here’s a munched shot to explain my current state (a picture says a thousand words, they say?)

Another broadcast I received some days back read (and I couldn’t have said it any better myself), “I am sorry that someone broke your heart. But you are subscribed to blackberry service and not a therapist” 

Ta-da ~

Marriage Mania (Tick Tock)

I’m turning a quarter century old in a months’ time, for my friends it is just another reason to celebrate and for my family my biological clock couldn’t be ticking any faster.

I hail from Lahore, Pakistan. My city has nothing to do with the thinking of my family, it is more of a social pressure aroused by old long lost traditions which everyone complains about but does nothing to put a full stop to.

Most of my cousins were married at the tender age of 18 or 19. I’m one of the mutated cases, who have managed to hit 25 without a kid or two. Two years back I was asked by a bride, “Don’t you feel like getting married?” My reply was, “Um, No marriage comes with a lot of long terms side effects”. After a nervous laugh the bride was lost in her deep thoughts.

I find it unfair that a girl is pushed down the road of commitment at such a young age (a common thing in South-East Asia). Before they learn know themselves they find them-self moulding to the ways of others.

Getting back to me, besides me risking the golden opportunity of motherhood, I’m flawed. I don’t know how to cook, clean, sew, or any of the skills that a perfect bride is expected to know. In addition to the list i speak my mind, i don’t like depending on people and I’m not afraid to pick an argument. Oh, boy I’m doomed and I’m going to end up getting beaten up by my husband if I were not to change my ways.

Another thing that I constantly hear is that they wish for me to find somebody who would understand me. You see after preaching fails, prayers are all they can give. I don’t understand why people find it so hard to believe that you can be happy & content without “someone special” in your life. Why are we always tying the idea of happiness with romance? Maybe, it’s hard for us Disney-Bollywood affiliated society to separate the two concepts.

To me happiness (currently) is getting a tan and perm, “No no no no beta (child) do whatever you want to after you get married”, responds my horrified aunt.

Horrified? Oh yeah, didn’t I mention being tanned is another reason my biological clock is going to tick longer than it is supposed to (since marriage is supposedly easy for girls who are “fair & lovely”)

Doctors to be or Butchers ?

I have been maintaining my silence over this issue for some time now. Rapidly, I’ve been coming across a “cool-trend” (or so they think) to be found in Medical students.

It all started a few hours ago when I received an inbox message on my Facebook account from an old colleague (Note: He’s currently a medical student). And out of curiosity i just clicked on his profile and RIGHT THERE lays a man cut open by Doctors and his gang of students on the Cover picture.

I felt highly disturbed and disgusted by the act of it. My initial thoughts were what are we becoming doctors or butchers? Since when is this a victory to gloat about? How are their seniors even allowing them to take such shots in the first place? I would like to quote Abdul Sattar Edhi, “We have become educated but not human”.

I always have a very high regard for doctors. To me they are heroes, who fight to save the mankind. And this increasingly “modeling” trend to be found in the future doctors just portray them as those ‘Hunters with their helpless kill’.

The world is losing its human side. Remember the time when we criticize journalists for splashing dead bodies over the news? They do so because “Drama sells”, but what exactly are these new army of doctors trying to sell? Probably attracting future patients? “Oh, please come to us we are going to cut you open and allow our students to pose with you like you are our kill?”

Pathetic.