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Kitne emo posts hain meray. If I were you, I'd un-follow me.

NO WAIT LOL JK WALI BAAT THI STAY HERE.

Dem.

Placement Semester III.

Finally came to an end. The weirdest semester I think. The kids were totally normal and beyond study problems + time management issues there was honestly nothing else wrong with them. Which is good for them, bad for us =P

Except for a few rare cases.

But all in all, this placement was much more relaxed than the previous ones. Plus, I got to know A LOT about government schools; which I never would have known otherwise. Honestly, all those who study in these schools and go on to higher education have my deepest respect. Its not easy.

I hated the teachers there. Heartless and cruel.
Some kids were beyond irritating (sadly, most were girls).
Some were amazing (I had pretty awesome boys). 

9:54

There's a friend of mine who needs a lot of prayers and good wishes.

Names aren't important here, lets just say she needs the support and all the prayers that anyone can send her way.

Make sure you put in a tiny request to God as soon as you read this.

Thanks <3

12/24/2011.

There is a negative filter permanently fixed in my mind.

How ironic that I have to teach positive thinking to school children.

Hypocrisy, thy name is Psychology.

Its Impossible, Sometimes.

When do you decide that this is where you draw the line?

Where's the border between being a counselor and being a personal friend?

How do you know when you've done enough?

How do you decide that you can't go further?

How do you stop yourself from trying?

They all tell us that there comes a point when you just can't do any more for your client. No matter how much you want to. They tell us that we can't help everyone. That there's a full stop here somewhere.

What they don't tell is how. How do you do all that?

How do you hold yourself back from thinking that maybe, maybe, just this time.. You can help a little more.

Mehman Bhagwaan Hai. O Rly?

Mom: JALDI KARO, THEY'RE ALMOST HERE.

*Maryam in phattay puranay ghaleez ganday kapray hunched in front of the laptop*: Acha jee, mama.

1.45678 seconds later

Mom: MONA. Uth jao. *scary glare*

I run upstairs and put on whatever is clean and/or ironed. Nothing can be done about my zombie-like face with dark circles down to my nose. So.

*guests pile in, big smiles all around, smelly tight hugs that make me want to run the hell away*

"BETAAAAAA KAISI HO?"

"Jee, theek hun aunty, thank you. Aap kaisi hain?"

*ignores and goes off to greet my younger sister (Sid)*

"KAISI HO SID BETI?"

*polite smile* "Theek hun, aunty."

"TUMHARI BEHN KAISI HAI BETA?"

Me: cbnji873ryu0932imnx,m ??!!!!

*Sid struggling to control her laughter* "Wo bhi theek hai."

"WO KYA KAR RAHI HAI AJ KAL BETAAA?"

Me: I'm standing right here. Mujh se puch lein.

Sid: Jee wo... M.S. kar rahi hai.

"KYA BETA? MSC?"

Me: AUNTY M.PHIL KAR RAI HUN, M.PHIL.

"HAYE ALLAH LARKI, SHADI NAHI KARNI?! ITNA PARH KE SARI UMAR GUZAAR DI HAI, KITNE SAAL KI HO GAYEE HO? BUS KAR DO AB, APNE MAA BAAP KA KHAYAL KARO."

Me: ...

"DOOB MARNAY KA MUQAAM HAI."

Me: Sahi keh rai hain. 18 saal parh ke zaya ki maa baap ki mehnat. Tch. Kya socha tha meine.

*aunty turns to mom and starts counseling about how munnday won't marry a girl jiss ke chehray se noor utar jaye*

Me: Maar de mujhe goli. Waqai doob marnay ka muqaam hai.

I'm very socially awkward when it comes to our 'baraadri'. Well, not socially awkward as such. More like... "badtameez, munh phatt, besharam, loud".

My mom is the exact opposite. Haha. Its kind of funny when people expect me to be like her and I'm so... not. =P

I do not like aunties -.-

MATRIX.

If I could save up all the conversations you and I ever had, they'd make for an 'AAPICK' book.

But guess what.

My thread got deleted.

No wait, I deleted it. Neend mein thi =(

So I'll post up a 'hot si' picture of you instead.


Because I love you <3
And you asked me.