BOOKS THAT I HAVE!!

A book is a set or collection of written, printed, illustrated, or blank sheets, made of paper, parchment, or other various material, usually fastened together to hinge at one side. A single sheet within a book is called a leaf, and each side of a leaf is called a page.

I have an immense passion for collecting books and reading them. when i look sideways from my desk to the left, an entire bookshelf swarmed with books of all sizes come into view :) The collection ranges from purely islamic books to some highly ultra modern literature, from politics to sports and from self development books to books of fantasy, adventure and wonderlands. I am extremely proud of my versatile collection of books.

I'd like to upload pics of a few favourites:

PLACES I HAVE VISITED---Thailand, Hongkong, Swat valley, saudia Arabia.

The holy Kaaba




Thailand




swat.

PLACES THAT I HAVE VISITED---Las vegas, Disneyland, Miami beach U.S.A

Florida is aptly known as the "Sunshine State," but it can really be called the Beach State. There are more recreational beaches and barrier islands in Florida than any other state in the nation.

Turkey--Istanbul

LOVE FOR LITERATURE,AN ASPIRATION, DREAM AND REASON FOR BEING :)

In the words of William Makepeace Thackeray: "There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write." For me, this quote epitomises the inspirational value of literature. I believe that English literature possesses an overwhelming power: it has the ability not only to entertain but to challenge its readers to ascertain a deeper understanding of the world. The most recent novel to stimulate my senses in this manner has been Emily Bronte's 'Wuthering Heights'. The complex web of themes and motifs inspired me to question the nature of human relations and to truly exercise my analytical techniques. It has allowed me to deeply understand the technical side of writing, which has consequently encouraged my enthusiasm towards literature to blossom. The subject touches me on a personal level; often there are no right or wrong answers or firm boundaries of 'black and white' and this leaves me with a burning desire to fully submerge myself into an author's work.

below are some of the 'pièce de rèsistance' so grab a pretzel and let all your preconceptions flow!!

My passion for aeronautics, aerospace and astrophysics!

Aeronautics is the science involved with the study, design, and manufacture of flight-capable machines, or the techniques of operating aircraft. While the term—literally meaning "sailing the air"—originally referred solely to the science of operating the aircraft, it has since been expanded to include technology, business and other aspects related to aircraft.

My blog would be incomplete without some material on that. So i've just put pics ;)

TRANSVERSE THE UNIVERSE, THROW THE GEARS IN REVERSE.

This is something that i found in an old, dusty register.

I was thinking of all the things I had to do
And then I started thinking of you
And lost my memory of what I was supposed to do
Because then all I could do was think about you
That’s just the way it goes
sometimes I hit all the lows
The highs are left behind
I refuse to leave well enough alone
The next climb’s all my treat
Yes I’ve finally done it
I’ve gone and lost my mind
I heard it through the grapevine
No longer will I be mine
I wish it were just fine but it seems
things go from bad to worse
So I try to put things in reverse eliminate
Jealousy creates boundaries
I rewrite my story and tap the cinnamon of life
into my coffee after steam frothing lactose free milk
I tap the nutmeg of my soul
to rife up the spice
dissolve artificial barriers between me and you
eyes set deep in my face I trace the lines
on your face revealed and sealed
I’m healed by the power my words wield

EMPTY VESSELS MAKE THE MOST NOISE.

If you have never experienced the most frustrating moment of your life, you’re lucky and I’m unexplainably envious of you.Well, relying upon my seemingly bogus suppositions, you were never assigned the appealing task of writing for a society which you had joined out of mere freakishness but procrastinated your attempts to draft down an elegant piece for its cause. Drafting down is honestly an overestimation, the worst scenario being not even bothering to brainstorm about a gracile and relevant topic till the last day of submission. When this blank blank,pure white, crisp sheet of paper smoothly laid down infront of you stares back [supplemented with your point partner crying over his broken relationship] you are quite justified in the proclamation of those pangs of uneasiness, spasms of tickles, throngs of insanity [or equivalent] to be your guests while you were trying to counteract the ultimate torture of abstaining from slapping your point partner and fighting back the urges to destroy the neatness of the aforementioned clean-cut paper. You are also not to be blamed if you resorted to doodle some aesthetic shapes onto the paper. Aah, what a doltish creature am I?? why the hell am I deprived of any of any better things to do in the world?? I don’t even know what am I going to wear to the university tomorrow? And why am I so finicky about my outfit? I should preferably finish up wearing all my sweat shirts to university before winter ends. But why the f**k do I care about my adornments?? Why, out of my heedlessness can I never wear my sleeping suit to uni?? And why do I attend to worries like my hairstyle?? Why am I so much in love with bangs despite being aware of the fact that every teenager has virtually exploited the sesky look they bestow the girls with, to the fullest?? Why am I still in a crabby mood because my bangs have grown up and I wanna cut them short again!! I’ve had the same hairstyle since the last 3 yrs and why cant I just be brassed off it? Why such uniformity in my outlook?? This way I’ll never find a guy.Alright..”GUY”..huh, quite a dismal term for me.Why do I care less about guys? Why don’t I enjoy a certain trigger of sentiments when I look at them no matter how hot they appear to others? Why don’t I fancy the feverishness and elation of getting into a relationship? And why am I not a victim of those flip-flops and pinches in my heart regarding which I have read in Nora Roberts? Who is my dream boy? And why is his image so blurred in my mind?? Why am I bereaved of the rushes of adrenaline when others aren’t? am I looser?? When a girl who pronounces ‘prejudice’ as ‘prejoodius’ can be so assertive and confrontational while telling me how to play a pointless ball game, how to defend and how to attack and I can be so unutterably impressed at her ability to be so confident while being totally unknowledgeable herself about the subject, I definitely AM a looser. Am I a morose,sulky,bland-humored individual too? *moans* But how can that be?? I have some interests, I have my likes and dislikes.I like rains, infact I love them!! But then again, theres this incomprehensible problem of not being able to run down the streets with naked feet,dance along the pattering sound of the raindrops, close my eyes, sway with the wind and immerse myself into the fragrance of flowers and and the undescribably pleasing and delightful ambience concocted by the rain? Why am I so mindful and respective of the onlookers? That’s because I’m fearful.Fearful of the glares and gawks of the audiences augmented with gossiping and rotation of heads in my direction. That’s attention isn’t it?? And we all die to capture attention. Then why this sudden hatred for attention when I,at times, crave for it? Why are people so inclined to react absurdly to such cranky and foolhardy behavior?? Arent they humans? Don’t they have desires of their own?? Why cant they just SHUTUP!!!! When it comes to shutting up, my class fellows should be awarded the Nobel Prize for their grotesque ability to astound someone by their loquaciousness and chattering about the most trivial and baseless things in the world but acting like retards and relegating themselves to being called ‘anaesthetized’ or ‘paralyzed’ mortals when it comes to displaying some nobility for another needy and desolate class fellow. Taking a recent example into view, holy shit!! Why the hell couldn’t any one demonstrate his/her audacity when Maria Hassan unreasonably kicked Wardah out of the class?? We were given a very lucid explanation on our orientation, that a teacher cannot mark a student absent unless his/her name has been called out once during the attendance. Then why did she?? Who gave her the authority? Is she the goddess of the world? No she isn’t. Does the mere disconcerted feeling of conceiving oneself as a goddess really makes one a goddess?? No it doesn’t. Because if things would’ve been that way every tom,Dick and Harry would’ve been a god or a goddess.but we, as muslims, believe that theres just one god and no goddess. If this is so, then why are our teacher’s misdeeds irrefutable and unquestionable? Are all her thoughts, attitudes, behavior and actions justified? No!! certainly not! Because I have the sense to discern that she was wrong to classify her daughter as intelligent if she reacted impishly and greedily to the glamour and colours of eid when she was 16 months old. It wasn’t even a sign of being astute. It was just a display of thrill and appeal by her as it would have been with any other normal child in the world. What was so extra ordinary about it? And why is it sometimes so hard for me to fight the urge to borrow a steel rod from the patio and break off her car’s glasses and shatter them into pieces and pieces? Why don’t I just do it then? Because I have fear. Fear of being branded as a terrorist and I know that terrorists are bad. What I don’t know is, why is everyone so proud of their daughters? And why do my aunts consider their daughters as the most beautiful and charming girls in the world? Why do they have to brag about how rapturous they appeared at their wedding,the perfection of photography, the brightness of the colours of their wedding dresses, the purity and grace of the jewelry and how marvelously it matched with their hairstyle and why everyone should have a valid reason to be jealous of them? My mother never brags about me. Why doesn’t she? According to her iam the most laziest girl in the world who finds every genuine reason to justlify her half heartedness…ok ‘HALF HEARTEDNESS’ is my savior for the day. Do u know how?? If not, you’re dumb. Half heartedness leaves you in a position to defend yourself from the predictable allegations that bore the possibility of being thrown at you. Like, I can defend myself if the manager of the society accuse me of not contributing anything to the magazine. I can say, although half heartedly, but I came up with something. Atleast I am better than those who came up with nothing.

ABOUT ME! :)

Iam always on the look out for some fun and am the cause of side-splitting hilarity In my class. My grossly exaggerated impersonations were always unbearably funny and unforgettable.
My never ending narratives are extremely entertaining and others have developed an indulgent affection for your manner of narrating happenings in an amusing tirade of interesting, funny and perpetually continuing sentences. I speak very fast, a lot of people are stuck at my first sentence when i have reached my last.

I’ve got a flair for noticing insignificant things in people and then using those things to tease them. Not every body can turn an idiosyncrasy or a trait into a bearable and inoffensive joke but i have a knack for it. I can put others in stitches because of my narratives. I’ve proved to be incurably mischievous, Sometimes, though, those diversions were very entertaining and broke the monotony of our otherwise uneventful time period. I have really really naughty anticsI do get rude at times. WhenIam in one of my MOODS i become entirely single-minded and adopt an overly insolent attitude, which can pierce people’s feelings. i’ve never directed that insulting demeanor of mine towards my really close friends but ive observed myself doing that to others. the impression i give off at that moment is that i don’t give a damn about what the other person is feeling; i just want things my own selfish way and everybody else can go to hell.
But iam not really that way. Ive learnt that iam a very loyal friend and care a lot about them . I may try to act like a tough girl but iam a complete softie.

Iam also very honest and that is always an admirable trait in anyone. I say things to peoples faces and that flusters them, people detest bluntness in other people however I think Honest people who might sound nasty are a thousand times better than 2 faced ones.

I don’t know how to handle teachers! I argue endlessly with them if I think theyre wrong. When a teacher is wrong and refuses to accept it, we shouldnot waste our breath on them. Teachers have egos, they don’t like to be corrected by mere students any one who contradicts them is immediately shifted into their black books, so I should try to be patient and stop keeping on trying to justify myself, it can only land me into trouble.

Another admirable trait in me is my moderate interest in studies. Sometimes, though, I get obsessed as well. But I think its good. Fun and studies should go together!

People love it when I use bad words. Theyre funny and entertaining because they are so aoutrageous and very unlady like but they suit me, so iam not bothering to change this habit of mine!

I’ve got a dirty sense of humour, but that becomes me too, so I should just keep it up!

I think i know how thin I am, but theres something that’s there in some overly thin ppl which isn’t there in me. I don’t look ill or malnourished despite my extremely fragile build, otherwise ppl this thin have hollow cheeks, dark circles under their eyes and a general unhealthy look about them. I was genetically made this way, so I shouldn’t worry if i don’t fatten up! iam thin but atleast iam a healthy individual full of life and vitality. The way i jump about, scream when iam delighted or excited is funny and heart warming.
my most outstanding trait is my liveliness, enthusiasm for life in general, and energy I inject into people and situations.