Monday, 29 August 2011

'Coz Laughing NOT hurts?

I know it's been a while since I've blogged but the thing is i am having one of those low days in which writing seems likes a cumbersome job. But anyways, i would write about what I desperately want to feel. Cause you know what, mates? You realize the worth of something once you stop having it. Once it's gone, even though for a while. And for now, what I miss the most, and though it might sound corny to some people out there, is Laughing.

I LOVE TO LAUGH. And sometimes, just for the sake of it, I have been founded laughing at the situations damn serious. Like once my mother was yelling at me for keeping the font of her presentation 'Ariel' but i was stuck with 'Times New Roman' cause i just love it, I started laughing. I couldn't control it. And she just stopped and gave me those looks which can slice the hardest stone in two, but i just could not stop it. Other time, on dining table, while Dad was discussing some serious finance issue with Mom, i started laughing cause everything was getting too serious and I can't eat Biryani with that mood on the table. And yet again, i was welcomed with those stern looks.

At times, i don't know how it happens or if it has happened with you, but you just can't stop it. It comes from within. Like lamest jokes seems the most hilarious one. My brother, the youngest one sometimes delight us with his jokes that we find hard to laugh at but in such serious situations when people especially parents don't want you to laugh, or that's just irritating them, you happen to can't control laughing at your brother's silly jokes. Situations when my friends start to cry, I start to laugh and give the most informal/discourteous/insensitive impression. I don't know how it happens or, maybe like Chandler Bing from F.R.I.E.N.D.S said

"Hello i am Chandler and I make jokes when I am uncomfortable''. 

But at times, not even the stand up comedy by Dane Cook can make you laugh.

Hope this period doesn't prevail for long. I hate loopholes in the smooth going of my life.

P.s: I am grateful to Soumya for honoring me by putting my name in one of her sweet posts. Thanks a million. You know what i love about her blog besides writing? How can she come up with such a genius abbreviation of LOL. Awesome.

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Now who talks about AGE in Facebook World.

Do you sometimes realize that we are all aging and aging fast and all of sudden one day you'd realize there're more people who still don't know what Blogging means and what are the spellings of Diarrhea, while were all these people in the first place?

I still don't believe that i stepped into Blogger one damn day thinking how could people have all time in the world to even bother to write you know, about their lives and their happenings? And it's now that my Mozilla is up with 34tabs of all the bloggers cause its just so much intriguing and fun reading about people and their thoughts cause they so resemble with our lives. My friends still think i am insane to have enormously switched from Facebook to Blogger, but they don't know what i am talking about, yo? :P

I stepped into University life two years back and when i see the juniors coming in, i remember my time. I remember how i feared the change. How i feared people calling me a grown up, how i feared actually thinking about my future, how i feared choosing one path out of hundreds and how i feared the last few years of fun. I feared how it would all end so soon while talking to outgoing seniors, and i feared the ragging. I feared all of the stacks of books and i feared.. just aging. But now. I look at my juniors, worried about their grades and about if they would be able to score GPA above 3.0. Hahah. It amuses me to see them studying all the damn time when they can just enjoy, but then i had been to that time once. And i find myself stupid to worry about grades so much then, when i could study at last minutes too. It just amuses me so much, that now, they are the ones victims of Calculus and damn Fourier Series. :p

I see my brothers now asking me to teach them about Work, Power and Energy. I see my childhood photographs and my tiny toes. I look at my pictures all so intently cause that's me in there. And now i am the one, holding one of those pictures of mine. With big toes, now. I look at faces new on Facebook, for them Facebook is their world while we all were Orkut people sometime back. Soon there will be Google+ people and we'll be the oldest to know about Orkut. 

Time flies. Vanishes. Like in a blink of an eye. The gone moment, it's never coming back. Ever. Devour every piece of chocolate you eat, therefore.

I am aging and there are so many things i STILL have to do. Like reading Harry Potter. Like reading Forest Gump. Following series of Pirates of Caribbean. Each Nachos. Listen to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. Making a collage of pictures for my wall. Wearing jeans. Studying circuits, once more. Write a book. Get into some foreign university. Buy a DSLR. Boy i am from some stone ages, no? :p

The past few days had been both very enchanting and down for me. For the fact that i sleep now for 14hours from 24, obviously proves the reason why i am feeling all so down. And this post too. That tells i have nothing to do then to think about me.. aging self. Wow. But the reasons for feeling up had been numerous. Starting from a friend unexpectedly coming over, to being recognized by blog mates all so suddenly. So yeah, a big Thanks goes to all of you.

Ovais. Ifra. Priyanka. Ezazi and Ateeq. You guys are like friends without faces. No, seriously. And it's fun sometimes, you know. And sometimes it's more worth the friendship without faces but words.

I know. I talk a lot. And i talk.. to myself most of the time.

P.s: Welcome to the new followers! :))
P.P.s: I am done with LOST ka season 4. :P

Monday, 22 August 2011

Ma&Me take#2.

A profound sorta lecture going on my Anger Management where a moment reaches like:

Ma: Beta itna ghusa agey ki zindagi ke liyey acha nai.
Me: Ma, now don't say, Shaaadi wali zindagi ke liyey.
Ma: Ofcourse, shaadi wali zindagi ke liyey.

And the same conversation of almost every house here, repeat all over again. Amazing.

Friday, 19 August 2011

The 7 momentz.

Sometimes when you lie down and scribble back through the pages of your history, you realize that there had been so many times when you expected something to happen your way, and it went some other. At times you expected you would never make it, but you did, all so unexpectedly. Those moments when recollected and re winded, always bring you to a space where all you can do is believe in God, because actually He is the one directing your film, which you, by the way it look, consider a complete flop, but actually is something more than extraordinary. The moment i stepped into Blogger, I thought i wouldn't ever be able to make it, that i would never be able to write what i think, and that i would never actually earn so much respect an regard from people that i haven't seen the faces of and who probably don't live next door. It brings back my faith to believe in myself. I see people ranting about not having followers, i say i have the best followers cause it doesn't matter however much the number is your minions, the fact it, who actually cares to read what you publish, after thinking about thousand and one ideas to write.

So, coming back to what i actually felt like writing today was, my best moments of life, that i could actually recall while i was lying down and thinking about all those times, which we all so don't care to give damn about, in our normal like just cause WE ARE SO DAMN BUSY ENVYING OTHER FOLLOWERS and perhaps WORKING?

I managed to strike upon those 7 moments that i think i treasure, or maybe they just came right into my mind, when i start figuring out my best moments. So given 20 minutes before i crashed, these were the moments which hit me like a bolt.

1. Ramazan'09, that one unexpected call from a friend, i disliked, i loathed, and i never thought i would ever find right talking to, that call changed us, and changed us to the point that we are best friends now. Maybe, best is just mere a word. - Rida.

2. 18th September'08, right 2days before my birthday, my friend Imad called me up, and there i listened to the whole birthday song from my school friends living in another province while i was in Karachi. I couldn't happen to breathe. Amazing.

3. August'08. I was in my bus, and the result was on the screen at right at 2.00pm in front of my father. A guy called out my name while i had put hands over my ears for i expected my marks not that regard able given i be the topper of college, he shouted 'MAN, YOU ACED IT WITH 483!!'. Not believing what he said, i just hugged my the then rival so tightly that her capillaries jammed. And the moment took away with it, the despair and the rivalry both.

4. March'11, i was sitting in my Probability and Statistics ki class, and my brother called. And he was shouting 'MY SISTER IS GOING TO USA!!!!!' while riding on some no man's bike all around the liberty Lahore. Cause in the first place, i thought i wouldn't be selected. It just a selection btw in case you don't know check here. :p

5. July'06. I feared my Dad would be retired for he had thoughts that he wouldn't be given rank, and so my mom started scrutinizing us for the civil life from military, which at that moment, i wanted THE LEAST. And right after the night, i slept weeping quietly praying God, he swoops one of his magic wands and just change whatever is obvious, WAS THE DAY WHERE THERE WERE CAKES AND CAKES OF CELEBRATION AT MY PLACE! 

6. April'06 while stepping into a room full of strange faces just cause i was wearing an odd uniform that day of my own school and not theirs. I never planned, dreamed or even imagined that those faces, are going to be my most endeared bunch of snobs/brats/partners in crime/best friends.

7. December'09. Two hours of walk with a complete stranger just cause he was from my debating group, and cause my own friends ditched me for straightening their hair in hostel. That guy, is one of my closest friends now.

What you plan, what you expect, and what you dream are three different things. God is one who decides which one to choose. He made his choice in all of my moments. He made choices in yours too. And i love this way of God surprising me in every phase. Cause you know what? Surprises give you both heart attacks and a moment filled with purest form of happiness.

P.s: Apologies for the long talkative post.
P.P.s: I feel honored and hugely encouraged by the award presented by poles apart blog mate Ovais here and the border line Asian sister Priyanka, for mentioning my name in her amazing blog. There blogs are like very easy to read. The life of theirs in their way. :)
P.P.s: I am done with LOST ka season 3. :D

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Dude, don't you like, love HORROR MOVIES?

8am. Exactly 4 hours before I have gone to sleep,  my kaam-wali wakes me up just cause she had to clean my room, and then I could not be able to sleep cause it just happened to ditch me right after my kaam-wali left. (In case you wanna know, people know her by name Shabnam. I wish i had a name like such. Sitara, Youm, Aftab.. maybe Chaand?) Damn it sometimes friggin hard to go to sleep again, though my head was pounding and i had a migraine, still I couldn't just happened to dream.

Does anyone of you can dream what they want to dream? Cause I can. I dream enormously, and now I can actually dream what I want to dream of. Most of the time, you know. Just needs exercise. :p

So, since I couldn't sleep, I planned to watch a movie. And that wouldnt be some stupid chick flick, or action, thriller one. It'd be Horror. Cause you know what? They are actually worth calling 'AWESOME' movies. I have been watching horrors deliriously since I was 13. And i am absolutely crazy about them.

Once, in old chalk-board wala times, I used to have a movie shop just near my house and I used to go there a lot with my brother to get DVDs of all the horrors he used to have on the shelf. So, once i asked my movie-wale-uncle:

Me: Uncle, Koi SAI ke horror movie dein. 
Uncle: *hands me The Exorcist
Me: Ye SAI ke horror hai na?
Uncle: Beta, Yeh OSCAR movie hai, beta. (Oscar movie? Yeah. :/)
Uncle: Beta OUT-STAN-DDDING hai. OSCAR hai.
Me: *takes that*

And don't ask me what a horrendously stupid movie it was.
Come on. Would THIS scare you?


So yeah, I was MORE laughing than thrilled or shocked, or perhaps spell bounded. I had such tragedies with other movies too, when i asked people to suggest me HORRORS and they told me about stupid ones like Shutters, The Unborn, Orphan, The Exorcism of the Emily Rose, Insidious or Screams, or even GRUDGE.

And so i came to know that only SAW series were the creepiest movies Hollywood ever, ever produced. And i was grieved for days when i came to know that it ended on SAW 3D, the latest one.
And in the morning, that's what happened, i couldn't find any worth watching Horror so i watched SAW VI, SAW V and SAW IV, including creepy scenes from the previous series. 

                                    I MISS THIS BLOODY FACE!

And i was more than  dejected at the mere thought that i wouldn't be able to enjoy more of it. So it just dawned upon me, why not ask around the globe for the suggestions. Maybe you'd get me some more horrifying stuff than this. So tell me all you, who happened to have this crazy obsession with Horror Movies, and prove me wrong at my concept of whoever-i-ask-suggests-me-a-comedy-than-pure-horror.

P.s: No The Hill Have Eyes, The Ring, 28 Weeks Later or Hostel. I am done laughing. 
P.P.s: Tobin Bell is the second thing that rules my heart after the first thing. And i still have to figure out the first thing.

                       Log mujhey Jigsaw ke naam se jante hein.
           (People know me from my much acclaimed name, JIGSAW)

Meherbani if you happen to suggest something REALLY GOOD. :D

Sunday, 14 August 2011

CAKE & everything nice.

Is it right when people say that we are happy where our heart is? There are so many things in life that we desire, that we love and that we crave for, but don’t get them, for the time is unable to give space to us.

Like I have been craving for a piece of cake, a chocolate mushed pineapple cake with Twix bars all over it, for like a month now, but I can’t take enough time out of my old monotonous life routine to enjoy what I actually want, and which will perhaps give me contended feeling too.

There are so many things, we want to do, we plan, scrutinize it and lipstick it on our mirrors or perhaps ‘shave-cream’ it in case of, well men, not boys. The thing is we procrastinate in every phase of our life, which in fact sucks.

-I should buy this Levi's Tee's, though I have enough money in my pocket, but nah, I will buy it soon.
-OMGOMGOMG I LOVE THESE EARRINGS! Yeah, will buy them tomorrow.
-I should go out and enjoy the rain, wet in it but then my new kaprey would be ruined, so just leave it.
-TWIX. But I just had mac’n cheese so, leave it.
-I should go and tell her that she’s my best friend and I am sorry for what I did, but no she won’t understand.
-I love him, but does he love me too? No, he doesn’t, so just don’t give it another thought.
-I want to sing karaoke but people will make fun of me, so I should not.
-Hey Mom, can you stop by Masoom's? I wanna check the raspberry pie *exactly 5 seconds later while Mom is about to reach the place and finally asks you* ‘So, do you think you want it all so desperately? and right there you change your mind cause yet again you procrastinate. You think you will have more days to live and ‘some other time’ you will have it and enjoy it because you know you want it.

But do we know is there going to be any tomorrow? Do we know we will ever get a chance to enjoy these little moments of bliss and happiness and worth enjoying pleasurable times, ever next time? Is there any next time waiting for us? Life is indefinable. Unpredictable and in fact a surprise. Indeed a surprise. 

This ‘BUT’ and ‘SOME OTHER TIME’ tags ruin us all. They halt us from making the moves right away. They don’t let us be what we want to be right at that moment. They hinder the spontaneity of the life. I don’t say, we should do things without giving them a glimpse of our second thoughts, but something’s just must be done because they bring us to peace.


This all started from a bloody cake, and had I eaten that bloody cake, maybe I would have not been here writing this post. Some days back, I read this post by a blog-mate, where he wrote a whole giant post regarding his friend, who was unfortunately expired a day back, and who always wanted him to write one post on him, but my blog-mate never got a chance. The same chance, I was talking about.

So, all I meant to say was do everything that you want to do, right at that moment without thinking twice, be adventurous, take steps forward, jump, budge, fall and rise again. Enjoy every bit of life, eat every cake you want, and whatever the pastry there is on the shelf that intrigues you, even though the man beside you tells you not to buy it cause he has tasted it and found it stale. Tell your friend what he/she means to you, remind them that you love them and you fear losing them even though you are bad at verbal, try sign language. Cause, this time or the other, you will thank me and my cake for doing that. 

                So here’s to my cake and to our unfulfilled desires!

Have a great day.
And get me a CAKE.

P.s: In case you are wondering about the cake in the picture, its my friend's art. She'll bake me one, on my birthday. Just like this one. ;)

Thursday, 11 August 2011

The imissyou Calls.

Why do people start loving you so much, or pretending to, no matter if its your brother or cousin, just so that you can write them an impressive personal statement along with some essay on the fictional character in the middle of the night, say 2?

How such conversations starts up when they have this reason dangling behind their minds right before making the request to you, well let me tell you. Why? Cause i have been the victim of this right-on-the-spot-love-cum-affection for like zillion times already, by friends and family both? :P

Last night, my cousin calls up out of NOWHERE and i know the motive behind. Obviously.

Me: Hey, how come you remember me?
Rimz: Kutti. Why would you think that? I MISS YOU.
(She never calls. NEVER)
Me: HAHAH. Kaam kia hai?
Rimz: How rude! I called you to ask you about you!
(Acha jee. Mera dimagh kharab hai yani key)
Me: Dekho, leave the formalities. And tell me what you want?
Rimz: Shutup! And tell me how's Khala and everyone? :D
Me: ENOUGH. Kaam batao.
Rimz: Write me an essay?

And a week before that, a call from a friend who i had not spoken to for months cause.. well you will find it. :p

Me: Kheriat?
Bia: Hey mann! Long time. Where the hell have you been?
(Now they are putting the blame on you, smart move i say)
Me: Me? Hahah. You had been the one not leaving bathroom whenever i call, lovely.
Bia: Ziada baqwas mat karo. Aur sunao, whats going on in your life?
(Suddenly my life is Lady Gaga's life)
Me: Nothing man. Just bored.
Bia: Chalo acha hai. I need a favor! Write me this personal statement. I applying for a study trip to Germany. And i CANNOT TRUST anyone than you with words. And i miss you man.
(Butter, butter, more butter please?)

Did you see? Did you notice how sometimes love can be so bikao (Sell-able?) Well such sitiuatiosn are at least amusing for me. I like such random calls and such bragging/buttering/suddenly-i-am-the-only-hope-left-in-this-world requests. :P

This happens with almost everyone of us. Its an amusing phenomenon, cause after they are done with their work, they send you a Thank you-text, telling you how much they love you.
And when you reply. There is no reply.
Wow-lacious no?

So. Beware.

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

Hope my Stars don't cease to Shine.

Maybe today i will disappoint you with some of my rants but i really feel like sharing my apprehensions with you guys cause there are somethings better written than conveyed through verbs. So three months back, i got this scholarship to US for completing my semester which was just so out of the blue since i applied without a stone of expectation and hope that i would be selected, but i was one of 300 out of 4000 candidates, who got that much awaited call at their homes. Which was more of a dream to me than reality, since in most of the Pakistani homes when a conversation like such takes place:

Girl: Dad, what if i get a chance to study abroad, like really?
Dad (most of the times): Well, you can.
Girl: REALLY! :D
Dad: Exactly, once you are married.

The dream doesn't remain a dream but more of a fantasy. 

Matlab ke hadd hai.

So such conversation took place with me too, but Allah blessed and after my selection, my Dad actually supported me and drove me all the way to Islamabad for just an interview. Now, the bad part.

Do you realize how it feels when you are selected for one such goddamn thing and you can't help but update your status telling the Facebook world you got in, and then the calls come up congratulating your parents, and then the other moment after savoring all the celebrations, you receive that feared application from the firm telling you that you are an 'alternate' candidate, and your whole thing depends upon 'if' somebody drops out or leaves a seat? Have you ever felt such?

I did. And it was enormously disastrous.

Now i am clinging to one that tiny thread of hope that tells me that i WILL get a call in December telling me to pack my bags cause you know what? And it doesn't hurt me to confess that it's one such dream for me to study 'on my own' abroad. Hell its 7 months or 7 years. I want it to happen cause this is one experiance i will cherish for the rest of my God-forsaken life. I need to know how Starbucks tastes like, or what it feels to live all independently in a country where all you know is, Obama is after Osama.

I need to feel all this. And so much more. Sighs. Hopeless no?
Well nothing in the world can grant me hope or satisfaction than Pheobe Buffay, for now. Want me to share it with you too? Here you go. Thank me later for the laugh.  


I said, thank me later. And yeah, i know. She's awesome. AWESOMEST, in fact.
Have a good day.
And pray for me, if you can possibly remember to.
Carpe Diem. (Well i do worry about the future, for now)

Sunday, 7 August 2011

And my Cat's got diarrhea besides..

Nowadays, besides all the ongoing ibadat, waking up reluctantly at Sehris, the fact that my cat (Yes, she's persian. And yes she's she) has got diarrhea, discovering my brother's abnormal obsessions, reading Jodi Picoult's Handle with Care, listening to Ami's continuous ranting regarding my unwillingness to eat Bhindi & Turai, to her punch lines like 'Beta abhi nai seekho gi tou shaadi ke baad pachtao gi' (If you won't learn now, you'll regret after marriage :p) while I am looking at her from sofa as she bakes a Chocolate Lave Cake, besides my friend getting his knee operated just cause he's a football freak, unstoppable forward lame messages, my laptop downloading speed be regulating between 20kb/s to 200kb/s, reading blogs and envying people bagging 100+ followers, abandoning music for this month rather switching to instrumental like Hammock, and besides all the whatever humidity in Lahore surrounding my very existence, I, hereby, confess that I have developed a huge-untranslatable-gigantic addiction to:

I talk a lot no?
Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I have finally started watching LOST. Spare the details above. I'm just an incessant talker. 

P.s: If you haven't watched it yet, you probably are living in 1st generation computers wala time. Like me.

And Hello to new stalker/followers. :D

Friday, 5 August 2011

A thought-shut-down Photography.

So, hey! Today, i was bored as shit so i just opened up a few of the folders saved somewhere in the nook and cranny of my PC, entitled as 'Photography of a Son of a Gun'. I opened it and discovered my brother's weird taste. He had those one of the few atrocious, hilarious and over whelming tastes, you can not imagine. I couldn't stop laughing.


There were hundreds of them, taken in different scenarios. From cars, behind the trees, beyond gates, in parking lots, on the side banks of gutters, down in the streets, in the green bushes and where not, you name it. Though i had to think for like n-times if i should share those what-the-hell-he-was-thinking pictures, but hell with it. I so wanted to show you all. So, don't go all gooey and omg-wth-is-this on that, cause at least i had a big time laughing, watching at least one hundred and sixty three of such pieces.

Zee: What? *shoots a look at my PC* YOU FOUND IT! :D
Me: What, you took them?
Zee: Of course! I mean I want to sue all of these people. And they talk about cleaning my country.
Me: Yeah right. But these people are on alert call, man.
Zee: SO?!
Me: Okay. :P

Before your head screams off wondering what sort of picture were those, then let me just paste, 1? No, 3 of them maybe.

                      So what's up brotha? Chillness drivin' you crazy?

 Just don't care to ask me what he was thinking then. Cause he was thinking about too many things. This is his patriotism. Capturing the lot who, according to him, are polluting his land. And i guess, he's right in a way. No? :P
                             Uncle, agey dekho. (look forward) :p

Well this is the one which was the latest, according to him, taken round some dhabba in Lahore.

                   Poor guy thinking: Was i meant to do this? Oh you.

My brother had a purpose of taking pictures. Well, all i could see was some bunch of our 'qoum' relieving themselves in most possibly private way. :p

So here's to public toilets! There's another on the to-do list of our Sayssat Daans. To construct public toilets at more feasible places. But first, tell them how to use one when they got one.

P.s: In case you have braced this desire to look at my brother's collection, kindly send your feedback in comments. He'd be more than obliged to give you a brief glance at his 'Collection of shit basket'. :P

Photo + captioning credits: My Brother with a 10 mega pixel camera shooting shit around the world. Appluad! ;D

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

20years of Summers' Ramazan. Brace yourself!

I don't want to sound nefarious by saying that i had a hard time fasting but today I seriously realized the worth of 'water'. At 2.30am, when my Mom woke me up to help her in Sehri, I was continuously dehydrating. The perspiration was enormous, but I was contented with the fact that in Sehri, i will drink lots of water and hence i won't feel thirst for the rest of the day.

But. That was not it.

Most of us, in summers, plan to spend day sleeping to pass our fast. (Besides, praying obviously) I had the same in mind too until my Granny called me down in the morning to make her something since she wasn't feeling well. As 19, and without the presence of a woman in the house, i had to take charge. Now what to cook her?

Daaal without Makhan wala tadka? No. She won't like it.
Halwa? No stupid, talk about food.
Chawal (Rice)? Maybe.
CHAWAL AND ALOO GOSHT? Yeah, right. Like you can even cook it.

So, i called Mama to tell me how to cook it. In all her bewilderment, she gave me the instructions and so i cooked. And i cooked right. But the happiness of accomplishment couldn't measure to the amount of water i lost perspiring, yet again.

Yes, Aloo Gosht (well, somehow i replaced it with Chicken) was tasty. According to my Granny. Or i think she said so.
                       This is how it looked like, well yeah almost.

I slept all afternoon and dreaming about an empty glass. Cause all i wanted was a drop of water seeping through my throat which almost make me feel as if i was in some sort of desert. And Lahore is a desert. Perhaps a humid one.

Keeping the rest of the day aside, when i finally broke my fast at 6.59. I drank 13 glasses of water in one go. Believe you me, 13. And the feeling when water electrifier-ed me, as if somebody has poured in light to a gloom day, as if i had started living, as if the life could not have been beautiful without this tasteless, colorless, odorless liquid that was energizing every nook and cranny of my body. The feeling was enormous and inexplicable.

There, at the very show of my thirst, my Dad enlightened me.

Pa: You don't have to eat?
Me: Nah. Did you have hard time fasting, Papa?
Pa: Not now. Maybe after 20years, i would.
Me: Why 20 years, precisely?
Pa: I will be 73 then, and obviously the summers' fasting would be hard for my depleted body, won't it be? *starts to eat*

P.s: So, i calculated in my mind and estimated that February Ramazan would be experienced precisely after 20years. To my all muslmaan loves, we'll be 20years older, once we'll experience winter Ramazan next time.*shudders and drinks some more water*
P.P.S: Should we spell it Ramazan or Ramadan? I have no idea.
P.P.P.S: Whosoever wants to learn cooking Aloo Gosht , don't ask me. Google it :p

Ramazan Mubarak to all of my Muslims and Non-Muslims followers. I'll be praying for you guys! :)