“The Day I forgot my I.D Card”

Sunday, September 26, 2010 Hiba Moeen 8 Comments


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When you join school or college many things make you known without which you are incomplete, quite similar is the story of our I.D card . . . yes it becomes a big story when you actually forget it.  

Just after 15 minutes of leaving home I realized that the adornment of my neck was missing . . .  my I.D card without which entrance in school is strictly prohibited, forget it and the school entrance will forget you . . . or you end up writing an application to the relevant office requesting them to puhleeeeease let you in because you never want to take the risk of an absence in a city where it rains whenever it feels like and where the baby tantrums of a buffalo echo with his crocodile tears leaking all the way from England . . . in such situations absences become inevitable.

Ok so I was panic-stricken and started texting friends and classmates while thinking to be honest with the guard and tell him/her that I forgot my I.D card or lie and enter wearing someone else’s card around my neck . . . Thankfully I had credit and an SMS bucket. My first text message read:

“Hey Sassi I am doomed! Forgot my I.D card. Kiya karoon?”

Sassi Replied: “Try showing them the library card ya office se take permission.”

I didn’t even have my library card . . . actually didn’t apply for a new one yet for MBA . . . 

I had sent various messages to quite a few people, another one read:
“Hey Aaqib, I forgot my I.D card can you arrange some girl’s card for me?”

I was confused whether to be honest or to fake it out and take someone’s card and show it as mine. None of these people were at school that very instance and I did not know what to do. Being a part of MBA makes you feel dispersed with no one around that you know that well and thus there were a lot of new faces that I couldn’t ask for a favour which actually was totally wrong. I then tried asking two more friends and later came to know that one of them had forgotten her phone at home. One of my last text messages read:

“Farhan I forgot my ID card. What to do?”

And Farhan had the best advice one could ever give a friend without an ID card. He replied:

“Oh . . . take someone else’s card to get in.”

I was thinking along those lines while approaching 100 and had been walking with a snail pace to find someone for help and I still didn’t know what to do. Part of my mind was thinking of telling the truth and wasting a lot of time in requesting entrance and writing an application while most of my mind was urging me to cheat and seek refuge in some female friend’s identity. But where were all those girls? Just then someone went by and I did what I had been doing throughout my bus ride this evening . . . I typed another text:

“Hey Maaz look back!” 

Unfortunately Maaz was on the phone and kept on walking oblivious to identity less surroundings. What the hell was I thinking? Getting in with a male friend’s I.D card while trying to convince the guards that this is what I actually look like or probably looked like in my past or maybe just now?

Just when I was replying to his text, “Kiya hua?” I found out that he probably had walked back from far away (90) to reply in person while locating my message that reached him some time ago, the proximity of which would identity my obese self in exactly the same place where I sent him the text message from . . . There was no one else around whom I knew, everyone else had seemed an alien for my helpless situation.

Well, he too suggested me to tell the guard that I forgot my ID card and that I have to get in for my class but I liked Farhan’s advice better it was just too cool to be ignored . . .

Okay! I joined the ‘human line’ entering the metal detector . . . whatever you call that . . . There were two girls in front of me who after getting their bags checked were extracting their jewel from, the ID cards because they obviously didn’t like displaying them and thus undermining their beauty. Some people especially girls don’t prefer ID cards to be there around their necks I don’t know why but why should they display? Well they have to. Why?

Just as he was returning my checked bag by the female guard he gave the same intructions to me he had given a few seconds ago to those girls (well they had their ID cards in their bags, I didn’t even have that): “Ma’am please wear your ID card around your neck while entering, don’t keep it in your bag, it should be displayed.”
I obediently nodded to his words and just barged in since he thought I had my card in my bag as well. He just didn’t realize how much I was perspiring and how pale I was with my speechless attempt at lying. DAMN! I just rushed in!

Just as I was entering another guard was scolding a girl who had forgotten her card and was faking it out telling him that her card was in her bag. Well . . . he had demanded that she get it out and show him in order to enter. Oh my God! Thank you for saving me . . . my self respect is more important than a mere ID card . . . but then we are all here to do the work assigned to us and so we should accept this attitude from dutiful guards as well, this one had the right to be angry. Oh my card!

Right now this card of mine is close to me, so close to me . . . very close to me . . . it’s hanging on this chair, I probably would even sleep with the card under my pillow and have ID card nightmares but I think I should keep it in my bag already!!! PHEW!!!

May I never forget my ID card again . . . may my self respect always be in the hands of God! Ameen! This is the self respect I was once willing to drop a course for . . .

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“Five Reasons Why Very Long Shirts are Troublesome =D”

Tuesday, September 21, 2010 Hiba Moeen 1 Comments


 Like this long shirt yeah? Try wearing it . . .

First of all . . . well I don’t know what to say when I see all this . . . Fashion could be good as long as it suits you and as long as you are ready to let go of a lot of your dresses within months had it not been fashion but rather a fad. . . 

Take for example these very very long shirts that are seemingly a reflex action after the fad of Patiala shalwars and extremely short shirts.
Here are some reasons why extremely long shirts can be ‘not so good’ for you:


      1. Maintenance of the Floor and making you incur Extra Cost of Washing Powder:

I have seen some people wearing long shirts with Dumbo’s ears; I mean the shirts with awful elongation towards the edges that make sure the floor stays clean wherever they facilitate mopping that they do.  
What really happens is that you end up incurring more of washing powder cost and later might end up resorting to hand wash because of the dirt accumulated by such funny shirts, brooms rather (no offense intended to fashion lovers).

Ladies I’m not jealous of what you are wearing, I like the decent long shirts but not too long that they become long enough to appear funny. It is because of this ‘long’ reason that some women seemed not to be at ease while shopping during the last two days of Ramzan. I saw it and simply thought . . . ‘LOL’ when in all the filth and dirt some women had to literally hold their shirts while making their entrances into streets and being on roads. Shopoholics beware of rain and beware of the loooooong shirts that you would wear in post rain situations.



      2. Being Extra Careful while praying:

The forces of attraction between your prayer mat and long shirts become stronger while you are praying thus making it difficult to get up. Have you had a chance to observe long shirt wearers while they are praying? Well . . . I went through it myself . . . even though my shirt wasn’t too long it was still the outcome of fashion attack this Eid. ‘No more’ I thought . . . 

These shirts make it difficult for you to get up from sajdah, you either have to pick the shirt first then yourself or prepare to fall down. But fashion creates it’s own way into emerging trends . . .



      3. Public Transport is too nice to Long Shirts:

Public transport has had a history of being nice to good dresses . . . a notch here and a notch there . . . and there you go, an embellishment to a new dress, however, if it’s a long shirt then the chances of occurrence of such a notch becomes directly proportional. 

Ladies have to pick their shirts, make the entrance and then sit. Similarly, while getting off the bus usually history of an hour or so repeats itself. People are usually out of the bus while their royal shirts are still making their exit. But why would anyone care when there is fashion to follow. If people can wear (such looooong shirts) they can take care as well. Hush!


      
      4. Food for Escalators:

Escalators have always been hungry for your shoes, this time they simply want fabric and that too from your long shirt . . . I might be exaggerating but a stitch in time saves nine! Nine yards of cloth in this case maybe . . . =)



      5. Windy and Naughty:

When it’s too windy out there, you have to hold on to your shirt before it sways 3 yards East or 3 yards West . . . well if you have looooong slits as well . . . but no worries fashion teaches adaptability as well but just remember to hold your long shirt from both sides and pick it before the stairs pick it for attaching dust particles . . . :)


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