Professor Sid

These are a list of Truths i wrote last year.... let's hope i will add some more this year  Truth # 1: Papa you are by far the only Man I've been with in all my life who has loved me unconditionally and who is worth loving back Truth # 2: Hunain Ali has the ability to laugh at himself in the worst of situations and he can take criticism straight in the face, he, therefore shall always be victorious - wish him good luck for everything that he attempts Truth # 3: Wrapped up this chapter for good, and put down the book of love! It is all History now! Truth # 4: And Eid could be this hateful i never knew! Truth # 5: Hearing Ma's voice, recorded on a cassette which i found accidentally in Papa's pocked tucked in safely, first thing in the morning is the most beautiful way to begin a day Truth # 6: There are zillions of ways of saying it, but i shall choose the easiest simplest way to say 'I love You' Basma Siddiqui. You are and shall ALWAY

Last year I started a series of truths on Facebook, my platform to put forward thoughts and feelings across to people that I may not do otherwise. Since last year we didn’t have the “tag buddies in the status” facility maybe a lot of you haven’t read them so I tag you guys again so you know what you guys are for me. I do have a few grievances with certain people though I don’t want to name them but incase they read this and feel it’s for them maybe it is! It is on 'popular request' that I give you a compiled version of truths. TRUTH 1: You are not the best of secret keepers so I’ve never shared many with you, sorry mom but there is a lot you do not know of my 'affairs' TRUTH 2: Mavia Megumi Khan/Mavia/Mav/Mama…. Grade 3 you were my friend coz you were a pretty Japanese girl, Grade 4 you were my friend coz you got us all Salman Khan’s autograph BUT in the following years you became my ‘Sunshine Friend ‘ a friend who... bought a smile to my face (you still d

What? You don’t like the rain? Why? And my answer has been ‘coz it’s cold and wet’. I’ve seen too many rains this season and the answer to anything that suggests enjoying rain has always been the same ‘I don’t like rain; its cold and wet’. Incidentally I was walking in the rain yesterday and I asked myself this question why I don’t like the rain. The first answer that came to my head was cold and wet but right then the wet wasn’t bothering me nor were my freezing toes and yet the rain didn't touch my heart. And I wondered why I’ve begun to dislike the rain so much when I enjoyed everything enthusiastically from a light drizzle to a hail storm. What has changed in the past few years that has made me dislike one of the most beautiful natural thing in this world. And then I looked back at the last few years and figured out it wasn’t the cold and wet of the rain that bothered me, it was the cold and wet of the memories of these last few years that made me dislike rain. The la

There is no new year without you... there is no new day. Life is just going on without a night or day. I don't know what to live for anymore, I don't know what to exceed. I don’t know why I did what I did all those years I don’t know what else I missed. The time should have shared with you being your daughter I was playing other roles. And now when you are not there I don’t know what role to play.  It is a strange feeling to be crying so much lately and you not there to share this moment with me. Oh I could give away the worlds for you to be here with me right now crying along with me and wiping my tears off too. I can still feel the warmth of your hands on my skin; I can still feel its smoothness.  I want you to be here with me worrying for me, worrying yourself sick, I don’t like the darkness or stillness you are in, I want you here with me sick and unhappy, in pain but here with me. I want to wake up to your voice giving me a list of chores to start my day off I want yo

Parents are like walls around you, protecting you from the cold, wind and the rain. No matter how old and weak they get they still protect. With them around you will never feel afraid, you won’t ever feel cold and you always know that a few steps from you there are arms waiting to embrace you no matter what.   I've  lost a wall, I feel cold now, no matter where I hide I feel gusty winds blowing in my face; yet none strong enough to dry my tears. I don’t feel safe or protected any longer. Mom I always took you for granted, I always knew you’ll be there. I never imagined a day I’d open my eyes and you  wouldn't  be around me somewhere. No matter how far I was from you I knew I could hear you a call away. Now I can’t hear you anymore, I can’t see you anymore. I feel incomplete without you.   However you  aren't  gone, you’ll never be gone… you still are and will always be. You are in my memories forever fresh; the words I write are from letters you taught me… Remember t

Oh yes you all know of them don’t you?, once in a while you come across someone who you believe is your friend and the next thing you know that person’s run away with your guy/girl, has been your best buddy yet bitching behind your back or spreading rumors about you at work! I wonder how people like these live lives without their conscious killing them. I honestly wish their conscious kills them and I mean literally ‘kill them’! When you have a fish like this in the pond poisoning the others what do you do? I know you’ll read this ‘back stabber’ and this is my chance to let you know, you’ve tried everything, every possible dirty trick of the book and nothing has worked on me. Do you know why? The answer is simple and has always been in front of you; I am a better person. I am the best and you know it! So go one be as jealous as you possibly can, get green with envy…. Go talking behind my back as much as you want, spread as mean rumors as you want about me, side with others and

Why are you holding my hand so tight? Please let me go! You’re hurting me now! Let me go!   Let me go… I want to be away from you, let me go… I don’t want to be with you… I don’t want to be with anyone right now! What is it with you? Can’t you hear my screams? Can’t you see me cry? Why are you so intolerable to my tears? Why can’t you just listen to me for once listen and not just hear?   Where’s the love you had for me once? Why can’t I see it anymore? You never hold my hand anymore to take away my fears, you don’t even share your dreams with me anymore, and in fact you don’t even dream no more, you’re dead! And you’ve killed me too. You’ve held me so tight I can’t breathe; you’ve tied my hands with chains of annoyance and guilt. Why can’t you let me be who I am? Why do you want to mould me the way you want? Why are you forcing me to do things I don’t want to? Let me go… let me be free… You don’t rejoice when I’m happy and my happiness is never complete, you don’t hug me and

A holy man was having a conversation with God one day and said, ' God, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.' God led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water. The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles, that were strapped to their arms and each found it impossible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. And because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths. The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. God said, 'You have seen Hell.' They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large

Is it not the son who comes to me with hurt? And is it not this mother who kisses the hurt away? Is it not the brother who comes to me with problems? And is not this sister who solves them all? Is it not the husband who comes to me to take? And is it not this wife who gives without holding back? Is it not the father who comes to me with love? And is it not this daughter who gives him back the same? I am THE WOMAN who can light your home with a smile And i am THE WOMAN who can ablaze your home with a tear.....