Monthly Archives: November 2013

Combating the fears of Joblessness.


So one of the worse things for a human to experience, is joblessness. Especially if you happen to be a woman. Apart from the horror of never again being able to afford the things you love, there are the usual ‘what would the world say’ type questions to cross your mind. Therefore I decided to make a list of all the things one might encounter after being jobless, that finally push a sane adult over the edge, (as if that alone wasn’t trauma enough). Oh those sweet sweet shoes in the display, just staring at you, mocking you for not being able to give them a safe home in your closet.

The moment of truth:

  • The realization of not having any particular talent. What was it that you were doing for so long? Once you sit down to list your achievements and duties on paper, you honestly cannot think of one reason why anyone would want to rehire you.
  • The realization of not having anywhere to go. You wake up every morning. Have a hearty breakfast. Breathe in the fresh air. Thank the Lord for all His blessings. And you are done for the day. You glance over the clock only to find out it has just been an hour since you woke up. What ever will you do all day?


  • The realization of having to pitch in with the household chores. When you come home from work, no matter how not tired you are, you can get away with being as lazy as a grasshopper (I am assuming they don’t do much). But since you are now home all day, you are expected to clean your wormhole of a room (like that was even possible), help cook dishes you never thought you can digest, maybe rearrange the bookshelf you were planning to for a year.


  • The realization that there isn’t much else going on for you. You grow up having books as friends (sad, I know, at least they tell don’t you what’s wrong with them, when you are doing the same).  Most of your life is spent living in an imaginary world (yes, it’s bug free and your house is made of chocolate). But once you start working, you instantly find a new zeal for life that somehow keeps you connected to the world. Take that out of the equation and you find just how tiny your bubble really is. (And those extra kilos you gained being connected to the world don’t help one bit).


  • The realization that you have nothing to complain about. No more grumbling over it being a Monday. No more worrying about work undone. No more waiting to finally hit the sack once home. What good is life without complaining.


  • The realization that you still have relatives. Now that you have so much time on your hands, you are expected to attend every family gathering there is, and that inevitably leads to questions like ‘What are you doing nowadays?’ ‘I am taking time out to discover myself’ you reply, hoping to confuse them. But yes they are persistent. Defeated you tell them the truth, giving them opportunity to ask their favourite question, ‘Why aren’t you getting married?’

Yes, that indeed is the final straw. If that doesn’t do it for a person I don’t know what will. Let’s take a moment to join hands in a silent prayer for all those who are currently looking for a job, praying they find a good one soon and never have to live through these moments ever.


Ramblings of an empty mind: Sidra has spoken!


Part 1 (yes there will be more of these, suck it up).

The internet is a funny place to be. And if you spend as much time here as I do, chances are you get to experience the weirdest moments of self discovery ever.

For instance, I have been looking to buy a new phone since forever. I have asked friends, colleagues, relatives, but nobody can help me find a phone I deem perfect. (My mum telling me to ask God to send something from heaven doesn’t help either).

So then I turn to the internet. Makes, models, price, features, you can narrow down searches to your preference. But all I care about is color (yes I am attracted to colorful things). Unfortunately they don’t make a separate box just for color yet, making it that much harder for me.

Moment of self discovery:  Color matters, though I’m glad phone hunting is different from dude hunting. Imagine being at a family gathering, where well-meaning aunties point out guys to you and you say, ‘does he come in another color?’ Yeah, that would work out nicely.

I'll like the blue one.

I like the blue one.

Then I go browsing through stuff randomly and I find  this lady, making a name for herself as a ‘plus sized’ model.  So I google who exactly plus sized women are and it says:

“Plus size models are categorized as women from size 8 and above”.

Then I search for this lady who proudly calls herself plus sized: ‘Robyn Lawley’.

Look at her. What part of her says plus? She’s a size all normal women need to be. Which brings me to the next question: Why are women like her called plus sized? They are normal. Shouldn’t the anorexic stick thin models be called minus sized instead?

Moment of self discovery: If she is plus, what size would I be labelled: Macro? Mega?  Colossal? (No I am not sharing my picture for reference),

Plus sized? Sure.

Plus sized? Sure.

Let’s change the subject.

If you are an internet addict, and not into food porn, you might be one of those above mentioned minus sized people.  I was looking a recipe to try for a lazy Sunday and came across an article talking about certain superstitions related to food. Interesting, yes?

Did you know, giving an orange to somebody will make them fall in love with you? If I hand you an orange in the near future, eemmm it will only be because you look starved, honest!

Throwing rice at a newlywed couple will bring them wealth, health and happiness.  Uncooked rice that is Not the biryani served at their wedding, which you gave your stomach a premonition of cramps experienced normally during childbirth. (shudder)

Take that! That's for serving bad food!

Take that! That’s for serving bad food!

Moment of self discovery:  I am completely obsessed with food, hence the colossal size.

Makes you wonder doesn’t it.

End of part 1