Cowgirls dont cry !!

Her daddy gave her, her first pony
Then taught her to rideShe climbed high in that saddleFell I don't know how many times
Taught her a lesson that she learned
Maybe a little too well

Cowgirls don't cryRide, baby, ride
lessons of life are going to show you in time
soon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry
She grew up
She got married
Never was quite right
She wanted a house, a home and babies
He started coming home late at night
She didn't let him see it break her heartShe didn't let him see her fall apart

'cause Cowgirls don't cry
Ride, baby, ride
lessons of life are goinna' show you in timesoon enough your gonna know why
it's gonna hurt every now and then
if you fall get back on again
Cowgirls don't cry

Phone rang early one morning
Her momma's voice, she'd been cryingSaid it's your daddy, you need to come homeThis is it, I think he's dying
She laid the phone down by his head
The last words that he said

Cowgirl don't cry
Ride, baby, rideLessons of life show us all in time
Too soon God lets you know why
If you fall get right back on
Good Lord calls everybody home
Cowgirl don't cry.

and thats how she says ...

8000 ft closer to the sky in my mountains when spring finally comes to save me from the perpetual winter, the world comes to life again and I remember what it is I am here for. I am the only daughter in a long line of ranchers and when we let our horses out for the first time every spring, I love to watch them rediscover the new world.I can see in th

em an expression of my own restless experience... Cha

rged with an appetite for adventure they take to the land without hesitation..

They are pure POWER !!

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Life is made more beautiful through pointed toes

I believe part of the process of figuring out yourself is a way of connecting the dots between the fabulous and influential people around us-you only need to know where to look !!

Some places have stories. They have memories and dreams, legacies and pieces of your heart adorned to them like an overcrowded girls scout's sash :P

Here is the most beautiful truth I know : There is no greater feeling then to be able to walk into a place and have the stories flood back to you. The memories ask you to dance And you are Home.

It is those places we grew up, on the soccer filed, our second grade classroom, the home of our grandparents. These places of our childhood stick to us, and though the glue has dried we continue to be held back together..

If I wish to hold to to myself and really pour my heart and soul into this blog then there is a group of individuals, a place that has defined me that I must recognise Stables !!

Life is full of meeting people, some faces we will never be able to trace down from the crowd again but some remarkable stars that willl teach us how to live life; they give us the strength to believe in ourselves and dare to let the world hear our voice.


WE GREW UP WITH STARS TOO BRIGHT FOR BROADWAY..

I am a firm believer that when you Stumble accross people who inspire you to be better then you should, always let them know.So here it is, to all those who one time or another stood next to me in the school van, or loughed with me in the waiting area. To all those who helped me and cheered me on from the tuckings of the stage curtain. You made me into the person I am today. I smile a little wider becuz i knw you. I outstrectch my hands a little farther because I know you.I know more fully in myself because I KNOW YOU :)

Some of these individuals will one day have a a name in lights or stars on their dressing room door. They deserve this atleast. All of these wonderfull people deserve they pin their heart to and it gives me the greatest of honour just to say that I KNOW THEM !! :)


I GREW UP

A bold statement on my part since I constantly believe I am growing with each day. But I can look at those 20 years spent at the playfield, no matter its present location and be able to point at certain moments and say ''That is where I first understood''. ''That is where I wanted to give up but did'nt, That is where i grew up".

I watched myself transform from a little shy boy who could barely reach the saddle to and independently young rancher who was determined to make his life shine brighter then the sequins on his head piece.I needed only look at the people of the club, from fellows and the instructors , curren and my classmates to know that my definition of ''growing up'' has been absolutely perfect through them.

A Part of growing up, as I have said before, is moving forward and parts of our past right there, in the past. But not a day goes by where I do not smile at the thought of how I learned my way in this world: in a place where we magically took dance lessons far past any sound that could come from the tap of a shoe.

I want to be a 90s kid again :)

We all go through periods in our lives when we think about being a kid and wish we could go back only, if only for a day. Our only responsibilities evolved around homework. No assignments to work on, no work to go to, or even worry about having one and although school drained us, we had 3 months of vacations to look forward to--coming to karachi and meeting up everyone was always a big excitement :)


The other day, I couldnt sleep and while laying in bed, I thought about I would do if I had one day to go through my entire childhood. The following is what I would do. I consider myself a 90s kid, although, baing born in 1988, my memories are from the early 90s.

I would drag out my dads price cassette player, plop on my favourite disney record and sing little goldie goldfish and baba blacksheep at the top of my lungs and pretend I was on stage by standing onto the dining table.I'd go out and play int he dirt, barefoot.

Spend the late afternoon swinging as high as possible, in those old, metal swings and kick those stones from my feet, just to see how far away they would land. I'd play cricket on streets with friends and would fight for an extra chance in batting all over again (jabke pata tha out hogaye hain) :P Run in and out of the house for drinks of grape kool-Aid and lough at my purple mustache.



Plop myself down on the grass, the warm sun beating on me, stare up watch planes fly overhead and make up stories in my mind about the people and wonder where they were going.



Ignore my mothers protest , drag out my toys and that kangro which i later got to knw was my cousins favourite stuff toy that I played with all my childhood. I miss it now :'( Eat the entire bucket of icecream until I got a headache from the cold.Not care that darkness was coming, run through the dew-coverd grass, chasing fireflies (lightning bugs, as we call them here) and count the number caught in the hands. Smell the wild onions and honesuckles while riding my bicycle with my neighbours concrete driveway



Getting mad at the the darkness because I had to go in, take a bath with Ivory soap and slip into my shortcake, and sportscars adorned bedroom, (sheets and all), and as I lay there awaiting sleep, wondering what it was like to be all grown up and going to office everyday like my dad and having so much to care for. Wake up next morning and do it all over again, simply because I could.

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The above was a brief glimpse of what my childhood was really like-from 3-12. I guess I was lucky-very lucky :)

Where are we heading to??

Last night was just a starter to this blog and I wrote NOTHING but random introduction about what this blog is all about.. Today the first formal topic i may bring in would definitly be what I call ''Where are we heading to??'' !! I mean like I quoted Amir Khan in my previous post that everyone is running in a race, not even a single person has a sense of direction and whether you can run through it or not...But kyunke sab bhaag rahein hain tu humein bhi bhagna hai !!

Sitting in uni today, I came accross a group of final semester students, all talkin about not getting jobs at all...I mean there came a point when I actually wondered, why am I wasting my time here and eventually getting nothing later on?? Even if sumones getting a job, after working so hard and completing his graduation cannot look into anything more then 18,000 to 20,000 a month.. Tu kiska dimag kharab hua hai !! Worse on that is we havnt graduated yet and they start up talking about downsizing and recession, HUH !! I am not rejecting the fact that we should'nt be taking our studies seriously but atleast one shud realise where are we wrong at...only then we will be able to correct the prevailing situation that everyone is gripped in.

Secondly, Everyone today has one basic problem...COMPARATIVE ANALYSIS !! now this is funny..Our parents specially, often come up with their channel..Referring to siblings who are better off in studies, they go like iske jaisa kyun nahi ban sakte !! I mean agar yehi acha tha tu main kyun aya dunya mein :P Wat happens is that we start this comparison wala masla and that goes on and on..lol i remember Sohail Zindani on this..Yesterday someone was complimenting my younger brother and he said to me tum bhi isse kuch seekhlo..I was true in my reply main bara hun, usko seekhna chahye !! :P so what happens is sab ek dusre se seekhte rehte hain but this is technically wrong..Why, because you see how can BLACK be like BLUE?? Black is black and brown is brown..You cant change urself right at a snap of a finger..But nahi, hamein khud ko confuse karna hai !! still we cant change I knw hehe :P..Eventually this leads to sumthing I call SHORTCUTS !! :P certaing things we cant do it, but since he is doing it or she has done it, we tend to follow...Whats happens is that in the end things go wrong..like the most common example of my so called word ''Shortcuts" is at the time of makings end term reports :P copying and pasting being the best policy...End result----When we graduate, we don't know anyone in the corporate world !! We only know most of our friends who gave those reports together and even they are in the same search for jobs !! hilarious isnt it !! Uska koi khaas faida nahi hota but this shortcut mentality goes on with everything we do..We enter a job, one shortcut leads to plus 5000, then 10,000, 15k and so on...Has anyone realised pehle kia aata tha aur ab kia aata hai?? This progression only goes on till the time when actual qualities start mattering..You go up till the space where you can survive without those qualities but then sitting at the top is impossible..You cant be like Asad Omer (well if u dnt knw who he is, this person is CEO Angro chemicals) without having all those..i mean c'mon thats wat the fact is...lol now we have an amazing rescue mentality...some of you might be thinking aisa thori hota hai, buhat se aise bhi hain jo bilkul jahil hain but still on the top...tu bhai aapko aisa kyun lagta hai aapke sath bhi aisa hi hoga ?? :P lol I mean wat have you done that you will have this same accident ?? :P aisa kuch nahi hai, everyone has to go through a channel and a route..Rewarding party is up there na so why waste your time thinking about what u'll get and what not..woh uper puhanch gya tu mere ko bhi jana hai !! No theres seperate cake for everyone and one shud only try to catch that..still bhagna sabne usi ke peeche hai..


Khair, I hope by the time I pass out, things change favourably, abhi ka kia hai mujhe konsa farak parta hai :P


Go have fun guys...what you think i dnt have anything else to do ?? waise ur right on that :P lol no I shud really run away for now, gotta complete my Arabic assignement (these foreign languages being enforced upon you in uni makes you crazy I tell u)...anyways catch ya soon !!

xoxo (i dunno wat that means but still sab likhte hain tu main kyun peeche rahun :P)

A loud crap from an idle brain----WOW :P i mean ive got nothing to do at this time of the night but to write crap, and you'll read all this?? himmat hai bhai !


NO!!


The reason is simple...As the budha professor says (though he did a great acting in 3 idiots)

"Life is a race, agar tez nahi bhaago ge tu koi tumhe kuchal ke aage nikal jayga".....saley sab tu nikal gaye, bacha kon?? :(



anyways so movin onto the same principle, I also decided to jump into this race of all these 'oo00t pataang' blogs that most of my friends are wasting time on..You knw wat !! I was wondering to start speaking up my so called 'CRAP' and this wondering thingy wasnt getting its due place on untill today when my one of bestie came up with one such wonderful attempt (although i once wrote 3 nursery rhymes in my final exams and made one myself write there and then, this aint that a new thing for me :P)...so u see here starts the competition :P well i guess i shud thank her for the fire i caught cuz DUH i was supposed to start a blog and instead of me, she did...OYE HOYE bas char gya josh :P so here i am writing some junk rubbish for you to read and go like ''pagal hai beichara'' :P


khair, before formally starting off, i guess i should introduce myself a little. 21yrs from now (lol before writing this 21yrs thing, i was actually thinkin shud i or shud i not hide my age here :P), a so called cute little baby boy was born to 2 most beautiful people in this world (yea i love my parent ♥)...this child, after like 5 attempt was finally named as Faraz !! yeah i mean my parents tell me wat difficulty they had to undergo in deciding my name....anyways the "bura waqt" started :P childhood went all so quite since I was a problemless child---who had thought ill turn out to be like this :P khair then came the schooling part, i mean the olevel/Alevel thing...HAHAHA, i guess that haha is enuff to be told abt (those who knw me are well aware of how this phase all went through)...

khair here I am now, again doing what everyone is doing....BBA :P there was a time when u step ahead and u find a doc around....then came engineers..computer people also came sumwhere in between...and now its BBA fever...pata nae agey kia baneyga !!


anyways since today was my first post, i dnt cum up with a topic (like wat my friend i told u about, started her blog with) :P but definitly ull find sum real weird crap up here soon !!

Till then..

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BYE BYE !!