Speaking doctors

The sun scorches as we decide to shop. 'Sale' was the word that prompted us. First there was the sms from 'Beech tree', of 50 % sale on all stock, and then 'Khaadi'. So here was the plan. I shall drive. And I did. On reaching near Tariq road, my brother sitting next to me ordered, "Stop the car on the side". I did'nt stop. Brother Arif fumed. And he fumes real bad. I stopped. He drove. And smiled. I smiled. It was fake. Dolmen mall reached, and so did the hunger pangs. After three elevators up, came the food court. Aunties stopped midway when they saw my lovely running shoes. A few almost tripped. I walked with my head high, as the running shoes added an inch to my height. The food court added plenty of fat to our arteries. First stop was Beech tree. Nice. Got a few dressesNext stop, Khaadi. Sale on one rack of stitched clothes only.What a waste of energy. But still the Aunties were goin crazy.

I decide to make tea post lunch. Am in clinic by the way. Heat water. Put powder milk in cup. Throw in the tea bag. Add the water to the cup. Give the milk a good shake. I did all that all right. Few minutes later I dip the tea bag up and down. Dip dip. It continues to look like milk. All right. Here comes the spoiler. I had added green tea bag. Dip dip dip. My consultant leaves. I make the investigation slip as the patient looks at my pen. "You should also have an expensive pen like your consultant's", says the patient. I look up and smile. I continue to write. With my head bent down, I scratch my head for an intelligent and witty answer to that remark. I come up with none. Fifteen minutes down the consultation, the patient asks me, "Are you doctor _______ (mentions my male consultant's name)". I smile. Real wide. "No", is my intelligent and witty answer to this. The clinic goes on.

My fan following has caught the number 133. That brings in a bit of pressure to write something. Something new, spicy, refreshing, something that touches the chords of each reader. But oh really. Minutes of meeting A sectional meeting is held. Somehow I am assigned to write the minutes. I scribble a few words here and there, thinking that my memory will help me later, as I write the detail. Coming back home, a day later, on a Saturday night, I google search, 'How to write minutes of a meeting'. I later tell my father that I google searched how to. He laughed his heart out, and said, "You should have google searched how to write seconds of a meeting". My synopsis is back They want me to make a million corrections, and on a few paragraphs, its written 'explain'. That in itself needs an explanation. In essentiality, I've to make the corrections and resubmit. In the ideal world, I should be upset. But I am not, as this is not the ideal world, and o...

Tired. Angry. What on eath was I thinking when I chose this.  Busy. Busy . And busy.

Its three pm by the time the family is ready to get on the car to Hyderabad. I ve put on makeup which is giving me a rather sad look. Sad I am not. To put in some cheer I am wearing red blingy bangles. They are shedding glitter like anything. Before you know it I would be drowned in a puddle of glitter. Zark burk. Karachi looks beautiful as we leave.The sky so cloudy, the breeze so cool. Its like the weather is celebrating Eid as well.

My dear dear fans, So many bright ideas come in my mind as i pass by the hospital corridors, stories erupt and then like a little bubble burst. Me in my deep thoughts. And then the superficial world that i have to come back to. So as each day, as my fan list climbs up a number, each one brings a smile. Trust me, each one. So many donot agree to my thought pot. They think that i am way too flowery, way too simple. But well. Thats me.

This shab-e-qadar I pray for contentment. For peace. Within, without. With self, it self. Oh ALLAH! Guide us to the right path. And make it easy for us. Make us happy with what we have. Make us forgive and forget. Make us start an improvement, but starting from ourselves. Oh ALLAH! Forgive us like you always do. We ve been bad. We ve been mean. Our souls so small. Your mercy beyond bounds. Oh ALLAH, guide us to the right path. Ameen.