Talking about myself, this is something I love to do. And I am doing it again on this platform I’m loving it. As my husband quotes referring to my nature “our first love is self-love”. And I totally agree, “I” am “my favorite”.
Collecting the memories from my past
I see a bud and smell the fragrance it brought
To a young couple longing for years
This happiness also fetched some tears
The young princess on her way to the coast
Met some ogres and toads, and witches and ghosts
Then comes the savior, her prince charms
Making her escape all the harms
She’s all set, geared up and primed
To give, to take, to forfeit and shine!
My birth brought celebrations to my family after almost four years of my parent’s marriage. I was named Marriam meaning pious. I stayed the only child of my parents for four years and then my brother came. My family has always been the closest friends.
My life is a trifle of happenings. Some funny, some sad, some grinny, some mad, some gloomy, some glad.
Life at home was great fun with my cousins and brother, I was always busy in creating and playing one game after another. We used to stay in the store room of our house for hours acting and recording dramas on tape recorder – a black tape recorder, I remember I had, on Kashmir issue or fairy tales. Yes I guess I have read every children’s book.
At home it was my rule
I was shy an introvert and a quiet kid at school
Being sporty some times
And participating in fairy rhymes
From a wicked witch to Prince Saleem
From a stupid kid to Chacha Abdul Kareem
I explored a totally new world at college. I was elected as the class representative in college union council for one year. I then became the president of English press society. My reports used to get published in newspapers like “Dawn” and “The News”, seeing my words on a newspaper made me realize that I could write. Studying literature, I was inspired by Keats and love him till date. I wrote a few poems – about hundred and all have regular rhyme schemes. One day I thought I would become a lawyer the other I wanted to become a psychiatrist, studying different theories of economics I used to think my theory would state certain concept differently. But then my interest in writing became profound and I decided I will become not just a writer ‘but a published one’.
I met a new – the real world, at university where I just not found out that everyone you meet is not your friend, I also found out my own weaknesses.
While studying at the university I had to make a decision – I got engaged. I had just started having conversations with my husband to be, it was a perfect time, a fairy tale happening to me. One day he told me he had to undergo a knee surgery as he had broken his knee a few months back, he could fully recover or he could get a knee disability forever. He asked me to make a choice.
I got married and to my husband’s surprise I wasn’t a timid girlie creature but keen for adventures and ‘jungle girl’ as he calls me. He says that if I go and start living in a jungle, poor animals over there would be bewildered and their organized lives would be troubled, and he is quite sure that I am some genie, my parents found at a haunted place, actually I don’t follow adventures, adventures follow me.
From burning a suitcase with a short circuit to exploding a micro wave boiled egg in my hand, right after we shifted to Mangla starting our new lives together, I amazed my husband with a smile appearing on my face after each unanticipated event. One day while Khurram, my husband, was at his office, he received my call, a few window glasses are broken and the stove blasted, where were you? ‘in the kitchen’. He rushed towards home then and I welcomed him smiling, of course I was excited another adventure had just followed me. Wow. This blast captured Military Police’s concern and Khurram had to face a small inquiry too.
We used to have water load shedding in Mangla, a cantonment, but I could manage to flood my own house. While I was getting Khurram’s lecture on how to keep the closet organized and non messy I just felt like fetching sum snacks from the kitchen, where I had left the tap open everything on the floor in the lounge and drawing room was soaked in water as there was no drainage system except for the sink n washroom, and I went back to Khurram and was smiling again, he said ‘now what’, I didn’t say anything this time and took Khurram out of the room. The rest is history dear fellows. And as you all know history repeats itself and so did this, not once but only twice.
I am spending a wonderful life. God has blessed me with the choicest blessings. Sometimes I feel as if I had given Him my own script and my life is exactly like that.
Me, Myself and I
Ice Breaker – November 20, 2009