Because The Collage Album Wasn’t Enough

(It’s my best friend Hiba’s birthday today and since she’s in Islamabad at the moment, I can’t possibly pop up at her place and give her a surprise, and eat the Kitchen Cuisine chocolate cheese cake as per tradition. And so I come back to this corner with my laptop and write a public declaration of my love for her).

So first of, lets start with a birthday hug:

I don’t have blue hair, or a blue pet for that matter, but it’s the sentiment that counts.

Next up: Birthday Cake!!

This is my slice btw.

And baloons:

And presents!:

Quick! Unwrap them or they’ll walk away!

I wish you love:

*sniff sniff*

I wish you joy:

And bunnies and polar bears.

I wish you diamonds in the sky:

And diamonds in rings and earrings too. (hint hint Uzair bhai =P)


The Murdered Girls and I

I’ll make murdered girls live again

Follow their drops of blood,

Rusty in places

Black in some

Scrubbed clean by bleach

By the hand that held the knife.


I’ll grant them one last wish

And it wouldn’t be revenge

Nor would it be a chance to live again.


We’ll redecorate Heaven.

It’ll be our Earth in the sky.

Near-Death Experiences

It is September, a month since then

and you say my mother would do well to lock me

in a cushion-lined room and hide

my nail file, my scissors and even

my hair pins.


You think I’m like the girl

in a movie you saw. I haven’t seen it

but I am nothing like her, I’m sure.

You can try to kill me if I’m wrong.


She liked Near Death Experiences,

I don’t even know the term.

Death, I tell you, is never near.

It is always in your face.

There’s blood, there’s gore,

there are lolling heads and purple

bruises on the neck, the face.


Eyes pushed out to take in the world

and the innocence of those who see

the hanging man, all in flash.

The ones who die don’t see the bus that hits them.


Death leaves a trace

I only leave nailpolish stains.

I do not wish to die so soon.

The cushioned room will have to be locked

without me, and I’ll keep

my hairpins, thank you.

Not Just A Book Blog

That’s it! No more procrastinating! I’ve been so mean to this new blog of mine, I deserve a big, bad scolding.

There’s a reason as to why I haven’t been posting. And that reason is that I don’t like writing about books. Reading them is what I love, give me as many as you want and I’ll probably finish them all a lot sooner than you would expect me too. But writing about them is something I’m just not good at.

And so, this blog is no longer just a book blog anymore. As it turns out, as soon as I closed down my other blog, I stopped writing poetry too. Maybe if I start posting poetry here too, it would give me incentive to write. Maybe?

It has been a dull couple of months, I hope the rest of 2012 would prove to be a little more rewarding in terms of creativity.

I Am The Edible Woman

The Edible Woman

by Margaret Atwood

Rating: 5 stars

I am Marian. I am the edible woman. This was the only thought that came into my mind when I read the blurb given at the back of this book.

Here, give it a read and I’ll tell how Margaret Atwood roped me in by choosing to make her protagonist so much like me.

“Marian is determinedly ordinary, waiting to get married. She likes her work, her broody flat-mate and her sober fiance Peter. All goes well at first, but Marian has reckoned with an inner self that wants something more, an inner self that calmly sabotages her careful plans, stable routine – and her digestion. Marriage a la mode, Marian discovers, is something she literally can’t stomach…”

It’s not just the name, Marian, quite similar to mine but the hard facts of her life that made me do a double take and quickly add it to my overflowing book cart.

There’s a boring job, an interesting flat-mate , a ‘sober’ fiance (whatever that is) and some secret friendships budding in the laundromat; this book has a lot going on but is never overwhelming. But what exactly does the title refer to, you’d ask?

Imagine your stomach rejecting everything you eat. It starts with meat, then eggs, you soon find that you can’t even eat rice pudding. You start questioning whether you are ‘normal’. You most obviously think you’re not but how do you tell others? Your friends wouldn’t understand, your fiance might call off the marriage. What would you do? (And no, Star World, I’m not asking Meredith Gray).

Read the book to find out what Marian does. It’s worth the two hundred something pages.

Feed Your Appetite

Need e-books to read? Check out the Feed Your Appetite page in the left sidebar of this blog. All you have to do is fill in the form with the name(s) of the books you want from the given list and I’ll email them to you.

I’ll keep updating the page regularly, so do come back!

The Dream Staircase

What book lover wouldn’t want this featured in their homes.

The titles I would like to use would be:

  • Harry Potter
  • It by Stephen King
  • Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
  • Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
  • A River Sutra by Gita Mehta
  • The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

What titles would you like to feature?

Picture Perfect – Jodi Picoult

Picture Perfect

Jodi Picoult

Rating: 4 1/2 stars

“Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?” 

I’ve been a fan of Jodi Picoult ever since I was introduced to her work in 2006 (My friend lent me A Sister’s Keeper, which I later ended up buying).

She is one author who takes everyday issues and portrays them in such a unique fashion, one can’t help but be drawn in. I had first download an e-copy of Picture Perfect, but reading on the laptop is just not the same as curling up on my beanbag with a book. I ordered the book, received it, and read it within 3 hours.

To tell the plot in a nutshell, Picture Perfect is about domestic abuse. The wife of an A-list Hollywood star is found in a graveyard with absolutely no knowledge of who is she and what kind of a life she led. But as she settles into her ‘routine’, she starts remembering bits and pieces from her past. And that is when she realizes why she was in the graveyard in the first place.

Cassie Barret had been a victim of physical abuse for three years at the hands of her husband Alex Rivers, when one day she musters enough courage to leave in order to save her own life along with the new life developing inside her. What happens afterwards is a riveting tale as she revisits her past and makes another decision that will change her life completely.

If you like family drama and emotional, tear-jerking reads, give Picture Perfect a try. The story may have seemed far-fetched in some places but that did not take away its arresting quality.

P.s. I believe my Jodi Picoult books are jinxed. I lent my copy of ‘My Sister’s Keeper’ to a friend and it came back soaked in coffee (no exaggeration). My copy of ‘Vanishing Acts’ is now somewhere in Northern Pakistan and ‘House Rules’ was peed on by my cousin’s cat. I hope this one reaches no harm.

The Ones That Wait To Be Read

I finally received my order from yesterday but for some reason, the excitement hasn’t subsided yet. It was a big order, ten books in all and I hope I can make them last more than a month. *fingers crossed* I don’t have room for more books and my mum is already threatening to throw some out.

Here’s the list of books that I received yesterday. Which ones should I read first? And how long do you think it will take me to read them all?

  • Picture Perfect by Jodi Picoult (read yesterday)
  • The Edible Woman by Margaret Atwood (currently reading)
  • Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood
  • The Outcast by Sadie Jones
  • The Reprieve by Jean Paul Sartre
  • The Plague by Albert Camus
  • Of Marriageable Age by Sharon Maas
  • The Road by Cormac McCarthy
  • Life of Pi by Yann Martel

The Opening Speech

I can not NOT blog. A few weeks after closing down The Secret Burrow (haven’t taken the blog down yet), I found my fingers itching to get back to blogging. I set up one for the letters I write to Sylvia Plath, then closed it down too because I felt what I wrote was too personal to put up on cyber space.

As a passing comment while coming home from college yesterday, I mentioned to my father that I would like to write about books. He liked the idea and I mulled over it last night and here I am, giving it a shot. I’ve never written about books, which is weird since I love reading and writing.

I really have no idea how I’ll go about it, I’ll try my best to post a couple of times each week. With college, work and all the other projects I’m part of, it won’t be an easy feat.

Wish me luck!