I Write. U Read.

Hii. See? When I told you that this time around, I’m back for good, I wasn’t kidding. Anyways, before I start off, let me throw it out to you, that this is just another one of my banters, and has no specific topic. Most of which are based on my times here. Oh btw, my blog is very near to completing its first year out on the net. It’s not like I’m not excited or anything, ah, who am I kidding- ‘course I’m excited. Yes, the amount of blog posts/followers I have are way too low compared to what I’ve should put up in a year, but come on; it’s not that big a deal, right?

Today, my mom asked me to tutor my baby sister, cuz she’s got her exams coming up and shit. Well, I’ll make a clean breast of it. At first, I didn’t try well, I was just getting along with most of the stuff she was saying. But, a while later, it hit me, this was my own sister that I was teaching. As an elder brother, I shouldn’t be misleading her. And that is when I started trying for real, and believe it or not, teaching a kid is definitely, I repeat, definitely the hardest task I’ve ever come across. As with enough reason, I totally gave up that shit. So much for being an elder brother. She held this stuff against me, and naturally, we were at loggerheads. That is, until she sent me to Coventry. Well, what can I say?

Baby sisters.


I admit I was mad at first, which to my horror, was something that my brother noticed. When he asked me about it, the picture below completely sums up my reaction.

I lied.

You know ever since I got done with my A Levels, I haven’t touched a book- like, literally. Now, whenever my mom takes that tone of nagging me to study, which she does out of habit, I look at her straight in the eye, with the expression that says something like: “Yeah, you got something to say?” And, let me tell you, that feels pretty darn good. However, it’s not all bright sides. You see, since I’ve not written anything in a long ass time, my current handwriting is worse than a 3 year old with ADD. No, I’m not kidding. I remember faking to be sick when I’d have tuitions I didn’t feel like attending, but my dad usually calls my bluff, so I attend them anyway. It’s actually nice, y’know- faking to be sick. I mean, you always get to have someone fuss over you.

Oh hey, I almost forgot to tell you people, it was my parents’ 19th anniversary, yesterday. Dad isn’t here, so mom had dinner at home, something she never did until now, during her anniversaries. However, my brother and I got her this cake pictured below. And the taste of that cake still lingers in me, and sometimes, it haunts me. I’ve never tasted a cake quite like it.

I miss you, cake.

Oh, and did I tell you that yesterday, dad called us in, and dropped a huge bombshell? Turns out that I’m going back to Riyadh within a very short time. Few weeks, tops. And, let’s just say that I overreacted a tad bit more than I should have. Hey, don’t blame me! I come from a big line of major over reactors. My mom- total nutjob. Stories about my grandfather over reacting were legendary. So yeah, it pretty much runs in my blood. At first- I thought Mom was gonna chew Dad out for letting us go back home. Well, that did happen, but towards the end, mom said that she’ll “think about it”. And, living with my family for 18 years, I have come to learn that “think about it” always meant a positive outcome. So, it basically translates to “Yep, the kids can go back.”

First thing I do when I go back home, is play a FIFA 12 tourney with my people. I know FIFA 13 is out and all, but 12 just seems to be more comfy. Man, I totally miss ditching tuitions, and attending these FIFA 12 tourneys. However, this one time, I got busted, and that totally set my parents on fire. Because, as strange as it may seem to be, to my parents, ditching tuitions, is worse than doing cocaine, and getting 3 girls pregnant. Whatever the hell, I can’t wait to go back. You know, I kinda feel dizzy. I think it has something to do with the long hours of nonstop dubstep blasting through my headphones. Next on the playlist, is "A Milli" by Lil' Wayne, and I think we all know how much I despise him. No hate Mr. Wayne, but please stop making records. You will be doing all of us a favour.

You know you cannot disagree.

Alright, man. The latest episode of Modern Family is about to air, which I cannot miss, even if Hell should bar the way. However, as I leave, let me warn you of not letting away any opportunities to kick back and have fun that you might get. Because,  life will usually get in the way.

Peace, yo.

Between Now, and Hereafter.

Hi, hello, please spare me the usual intro where I say how long it’s been, and accuse myself of irregularity. Well, guilty as charged.  If this blog was a world famous one, right now, I would have walked in on gunpoint, and would be feeling a billion eyeballs on my back. Matter of fact, I lost track of time ever since I stopped blogging. And now, honestly, it is seemingly pretty hard picking up where we left off. But nevertheless, this time, Marzoukeh has returned for good- no shit. I am not leaving this time, until death do us apart, or…someone offers me a soda, whichever comes first.

Yes, I do relate to this.

Okay, first up, let me tell you why I’ve been out for awhile now. Well, primarily, it’s not like my love for blogging has faced any tarnishes, however, I lack motivation. And believe me, I wouldn’t have been back now, if it wasn’t for this mail I received a few days ago. This amazing blogger I know, Fareeha noticed that I was far out, and buzzed me. And, THAT was some hardcore motivation, dare I say. Heck, if you ask me, I’m still having the shakes from blogging withdrawal. Visit Fareeha’s amazing blog HERE, and just so you know Fareeha, your post about your first crush has made me write about mine. However, there is no way in Hell that I’m putting it up on my blog. Here's a song for y'all to enjoy while I bore you with my banter. Oh btw, people I know, either LOVE or HATE this song. So, if you hate it, don't bite me. To me however, it is just 4 mins of genius music.

"Be students, be teachers. be politicians. be preachers. Be believers,be leaders, be astronauts, be champions, be true seekers."

Anyways, going back, I was off because, all in all, Dhaka has been a crazy roller coaster ride so far. I’ve met a buttload of people, of which some I dearly love, some of them were last seen when I as young as being breastfed, and the rest of them were “bloody dreadful”. People have been telling me of how I love my hometown with all my heart. That I do, alright. What these people miss is that, THIS place isn’t my hometown. Riyadh is home. And only the Man upstairs knows how much I miss home. On the brighter side, I have now gone through a lot of new experiences. And when I say “a lot”, I mean, a bloody lot. But, as the night falls, the city lights fade away, and the country goes to sleep, that is when my morning alarm buzzes off! It’s not like I don’t sleep at night, it’s just that I have tones of sleepless nights. And that is exactly when I pour my mind out of pieces of paper, filling page after page. At times, I wonder what shall become of these once I’m no longer around. But eventually, writing tires me off, and there come a time when even RedBull don’t give me no wings.

You see, the people here are lunatics by birth. Let’s take my maid, for example. You know how obsession is defined as the excessive love of something/somebody, to a stage where they can’t stop pondering over the said subject, and is considered creepy? Well, my maid takes the word “obsession” to a whole new level of creepy. She is totally caught up the cricket hype. A few nights a week, when I’m up late at night, watching the Champions League play-offs, she’d come to me and ask if she could watch cricket. I mean, cricket over UEFA Champions League? Are you fucking kidding me? Being a hardcore fan of our cricket team, she knows all their players, their birthdays and what the fuck not. She knows so much detail that it sometimes freaks me out. I think the sole thing that keeps her alive is that some well-known cricket player will someday fly out here, swoop here off her feet, and fly off to some other place. I’m not sure, though. I’m just making an assumption, but as far as I’m concerned, the amount of detail my maid has, my assumption seems to be very much valid. Man, I’m through with this maid. I’ve decided that, next thing tomorrow morning, I’m telling mom that it’s either the maid or I that’s leaving the house. But knowing my mom, she might have second thoughts about dismissing the maid, and end up ruling me out. And since I don’t like my odds, I decided it’s best to be silent for a while.

You know, it actually does feel great to be back. Although, I admit, being irregular has decreased my typing top speed. I think my brother has won just one typing speed test against me, and he just won’t shut up about it. I wish he’d stop for once, when he sees me going all tippity-tap on my laptop. Another thing I realized is that most bloggers I know are Pakistani. There’s Sarah Saud from “The Turmoils of My Life”, Fareeha from "Furree Katt", Shahzaad Ahsan from "Evil", and I think two other people. At first, it felt pretty weird when I didn’t find any blogger from the place I hail from. But then again, I think blogging is pretty Indie, so I don’t blame anybody. However, to all newbie bloggers out there, high five.

Lord Stinson knows how to do it best!

I have a cousin’s birthday party tomorrow, and believe it or not, I haven’t decided what to get him, yet. I was thinking a pair of hi-tops will suffice, but I don’t know where to get an authentic pair of those bad boys. But you know what- it really doesn’t matter. Because, at most of the parties here, I’m alone in a crowded room. Heck, don’t get me wrong. Neither am I emo, nor am I anti-social, it’s just that, I feel there’s a lot missing, and I’ve come to the wrong place. I’m not really sure on how to describe this feeling, but more on that later. Because, as of now, I think this post is getting extremely big. On a parting note, here’s something for the people who feel lost like I do. Always remember, that not all those wander in the wild, are lost.

And if any of you people can, please drop some good songs on the comment section below this post. Cuz, I’m starved of good music atm. And, do not dare to suggest anything from the BillBoard Top 100. Heard, and nailed the lyrics of every single one of them. Okay, maybe not the lyrics.

Peace out, posse.