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I remember how I had vowed to dedicate this blog to happy things and writings that make one smile. But when the unspeakable strikes, one is left with no other choice but to let it all out by words.

He passed away yesterday, he was my age, he used to be in the class next to mines, he was known for his athletic skills and his football game, he died in a car accident. Hamza Khatri.

Little did the ones who attended morning classes with him, laughed with him and joked with him knew what was about to strike that very day. It took just Three hours and Fifty minutes. That's it. Eighteen years that he spent in this cruel world, he had dreams for the future, he was the only child of his parents and his mom and dad had big plans in store for for him, were all gone as he had a car accident at 2pm, and soon took his last breath at around 5:50pm on the 9th of March 2013.

But Almighty's workings work in a different way. All that happens, happens for the better. Here I am planning to go meet Khatri's family in a while when I do not even know if I'll make it past the next minute. Death does not really give out a warning signal before it strikes, it just takes away the soul from the body and done. We're gone.

Khatri left us, and to all those reading this, pray that he is granted Jannat-Ul-Firdous.
But, he left behind gazillions who miss his smile, his company, his advice, they simply cannot bear to trudge on with life without him. These people who have a hole in their hearts need us now. They need shoulders to cry on, ears that would listen but not judge, company that comforts them and hands they can hold on to as they find the strength to go through this loss.

Every life matters, every moment is worth it, there are tiny problems that we face but those are hurdles to test us and prepare us as we go forward with zeal and passion. We spend our days looking forward to tomorrow, and at the end death awaits us. We do not leave when death strikes, it all does not end when death's hand strengthens its grip on us.

Khatri left behind his legacy.

Khatri left behind memories.

Khatri left behind hearts who will never forget to love him.

He didn't really leave, he lives within us, in our prayers, in our hearts and our words.

This life is not pointless, as we go forward, we touch souls in ways we do not even realise, and maybe, just maybe, that is how this is supposed to work. And that is how it has been working since the beginning of times..

Mr.Time. You There?

Wait. I had started writing blog posts about winter vacations, right?
Wait another minute. I had written just one post about the vacations.
Is that it?
Yeah, I guess that's it.

I NEED MORE TIME.
There's so much to do... And I have done... Nothing?

Mr.Time,
will you be so kind?
Stop as you may,
as I hand you a dime
as you pause,
pause what we call time.

Ignore my poetic baldness, because I have lost it!

Shoot. I just wrote poetic baldness xD

And this is when Mr.Time was my partner. Yeah, during the vacations. All I had was time.
That's when I came up with picture-ising each day of my life.

All that happened from 8th till 19th December :)
Nope, I did not get to work on my 'picture journal' after this. :p

17th December-the day those mids ended.
Oh, that freedom :')
We were till 11pm, playing basketball :)

All the work done for LUMUN IX.
LUMUN IX, that's another amazingly awesome story.
That I shall write about... Someday... soon... Maybe... Hopefully...

Yes, I do try to make up my own quotes at times. Sigh.

BUT!
I know Mr.Time will knock at my door someday and it will go something like,

"Knock Knock!"
"Whose There"
"Mr.Time"
"Mr.Time who?"
"The one who doesn't exist"

Yes, I know I ruined the knock knock joke. Completely.

Oh, well. It is true.

THIS.LIFE.MAY.BE.EXHAUSTING.BUT.IT.IS.AMAZING.-LY.BEAUTIFUL. ^_^

News-ness

In today's news, EXAMS ENDED TODAY!

In other news, I AM FLYING OFF TO ISLAMABAD TOMORROW! :D

The Best News, I GET TO FLAUNT MY COATS AND HOODIES! :D

Even Better News, I was going through our old videos. The nutcase people I hang out with once decided to create a video of students from the Student Council of our school being 'bombarded' with a water balloon. And guess where they showed off these videos at? At the welcome party for our juniors!

Yes, yes, I was one of the victims of the water balloon attacks. But, the video did turn out pretty awesome :D

Just look at him go. All set to hit the awesome-yet-innocent victim with the water balloon.
In case you're still wondering, that victim's me :p

The SPLASHES after the hit.

P.S. I've been trying to download that video but my internet connection won't budge.

Bestest News Of All Times, I found the last book in the Maximum Ride Trilogy!
Yes, the bestest news concerns books each and every time :)

Better Than Even The Bestest News, we had unexpected rainfall at Karachi four days ago!
Imagine this, you have a Physics exam the next day, you're bazing'ed-ly tensed, you and physics don't go together much. BUT. The next day you wake up to the sound of RAIN DROPS falling and the SMELL OF RAIN! ^_^

I guess, these are all the News I had piled up of all these days.

Now, I shall resume my packing for the vacation trip. And the LUMUN trip too.

Yikes

I was away following vectors,
drowning with HCl as it was poured to neutralise NaOH,
playing with the alleles for eye colour,
being charged by the electrons flowing into the capacitor.

In short, I have been busy studying.

Exams next week.
YIKES! 

I DO! I DO! ^_^

We're Not Very Different

I walk in the corridors, my head bent low, buried beneath my worldly burdens.
Either it's a test or a fight with a friend, either it's the yearning for more pocket money or the secret wish to be able to fly.
There's somebody in those very corridors. She's neither a student nor a teacher. Yet, she visits my school everyday. Her worries do not revolve around what to study or what to wear. She worries whether her children will have food to eat when they go to sleep at night.

We are not very different, she and I. 

She breathes the same air I breathe,

walks the same earth I walk on,

sees the same red that I see,

she has worries; well so do I,

she's a daughter, a friend and a console-er; well so am I.

She puts the broom away, she takes a sigh. All the messy classrooms seem polished.
I notice the sadness in her eyes and realise that taking time out for her won't turn my world upside down.

And yet, as I stand with her, listening to her as she motivates me to stay strong.
She's determined. She cries, I cry too. We weep over the blindness of this world.

And, as I turn to go away,

there's just one thought that seems to stay.

I catch her eye,

'Why are we considered so different, You and I?'

You're called poor, I'm called rich and yet we're the same as time flies by.

She did turn my world upside down in ways she would never know.

Lappy Life

So much for a Holiday.

I did what I do every passing day, start off with a project in the morning and be done with it at night.

My laptop has become my life.

*sigh*

Yes, this is how my day went yesterday.

Yes, I did wake up around 5am on a Holiday.

Yes, I did get an hour's sleep.

Food? It takes me hardly fifteen minutes to gobble up the yummies on the dining table.

My consolation: Hard work pays off :D

Note: The doodle image is a copyright of Lubaina E, the rain lover. :)

P.S. Yes, I did mention my Laptop as 'Lappy' in the heading :p
        Sounding cheesy once in a while doesn't hurt, you know ;)

P.P.S. My aim for 2013 should be: LESS LAPPY USAGE.
        (Sounds much to near to the stupid word of 'impossibility')
       
Cheers to Cheesy-ness! xD

Dribbling and Shooting

It's CHAOS.

The cheers get louder, the hoots grow stronger, you hear your name being chanted as if it's going to make the entire world happy again, you are suddenly aware of all the eyes on you, you hear running steps headed towards you, the sun seems hotter and the sweat seems to be covering your eyes.

You run with all the strength in you, you know that it's up to you, there's no time, there's no space, your companions have been kept our of your way, you try to remember all the strategy learning practices you had but your mind goes blank. It's just you.

You dribble your way towards the hoop post, you pick up the basketball, mark your position, ignore the defender and shoot!
The ball is almost there, it has to go in, eyes look up with uncertainty and the
WHISTLE BLOWS!

YOU JUST MISSED THE WINNING SCORE IN THE LAST 30 SECONDS OF THE MATCH!

Yeah, I did miss the shoot. Yeah, we lost the basketball match by ONE score.

My team jersey of this year :D

JUST ONE SCORE!

My team jersey from last year :D
Yeah, the name's miss-spelled :p

Notice how my Jersey numbers are Nine and Four ?

Well I was born on the fourth of the ninth month! :)

Red Indian-ness

Here's to CHAPTER TALES!
The welcome party to welcome the juniors welcoming-ly :D

Just so you know, this post is being written by a Red Indian.

Yes, my ridiculously lame self did dress up for the Welcome Party
She had to dress up as a storybook character (that was the theme, jbtw) and out of all the characters she chose to dress up as a Red Indian ! XD

Yes, Remember Tiger Lily from Peter Pan ? I dressed up like her dad :)

What I was supposed to be like.

Peter Pan looks cute with the head dress too :D

And here's how I ended up being dressed up as :D
My Awesome friend still hasn't uploaded his album or this picture would not have been attempted to be  'made' to look better :p

My signature move: doing the 'woo woo' while clapping my hand over my mouth. If that makes sense :p

You know, how the jungle people do it. Even though I did not dress up as Tarzan, it still was my signature move :D

Buuuuut, it was cool to be something odd, even though I ran out of my guts as I reached the party area and was literally dragged in by the people from my Barney Nutcase Family (Yes, Barney Nutcase, you shall know the story someday B) )

Yes, at the end of the day my Lil' sister still claimed that I look like a Chicken xP

Come to think of it, I probably do!

And aaaaand, I got the prize for the best costume too. Not only because it was different but also 'Cuz it was creative :D
Wohooo!
M creative!
Just a thought, I shouldn't be self-obsessed much.
Oh What da hell, I'm CREAATIIIIVE! xD

Imma Juice Box

And finally we get three days off from school!

Makes me wonder what was wrong with me back then when I hated holidays, but these days holidays are my time to BREATHE.

Welcome Party for our juniors tomorrow. The theme: Chapter Tales.
Now, it might sound a tad bit weird.
But, my school: The City School PAF Chapter
Dress Code: dress up as storybook characters.
CHAPTER TALES makes sense now. Phew. Something makes sense.

Now, what does one dress up as ? :s
Disney Princesses and the likes are out of question. Red Riding Hood is too cliched.
A Quidditch player would be nice. Buuuut don't know what would be nicer. And nicest is so far beyond my bamboozled brain.

The possibility of wearing a carton and going in as a juice box is brilliant though xD, only if we had a storybook of a juice box.

I shall contemplate under a tree and wait for an idea to befall me.

And yes my awesome blog, I don't write much these days.
I'm busy with this (another awesome blog :D ): http://pafians.blogspot.com/
No worries. It's just for another year, a year I don't want to end.

Writers Will Be Writers.

No matter how many places I go, how many people I meet and what disappointments I face, my blog is always the best place for refuge after the world throws stones at me and expects me to face the storm without an umbrella.

Aaaaah.. Yeah.. I did go to ROTMUN, i did give my best at ROTMUN, at the end of the day I came back home with an award for the 'Best Position Paper'.. :)

Writers will stay writers I guess :D

Ok so here's an addition to my aims:
1. Genetics (Previous)
2. Explore the world (Previous)
3. Never EVER NEVER let disappointments get me crashing down (New aim B) )
4. A book that says 'written by: Lubaina Ehsan (yh yh, Lubaina Banana Ehsan :p )

Just something I came across at Tumblr :D

Like Food After Scarcity.

The amazing moment when you win at a debate championship's first round after a looooong span of Debate Win Scarcity xP
Happiness :')

Hope all goes well for the rest of the championship. *fingers crossed*

Our Favorite Dictators.

Since I'm the head of the Student Blog of my school, we tried to make it interactive by introducing a Wall for teachers on World Teachers' Day :D

We got people to write testimonials for their teachers on the wall we put up at school rather than Facebook Walls :)

It actually turned out awesome :D
And colourful :D
Oh and we titled the wall 'Our Favorite Dictators'
Pretty cool no ? B)

Best part: Various Marriage Proposals for the hottest teacher at school. Just as he sees the Notes for him he goes "I should resign :p"

That's me in the middle :D
With the Student Blog Team :)
And the Wall at the back :D

IMY =)

Hey My Rainy Blog,
I miss you.

I am up at 5:15am just so that I could visit you. With all the studies, MUNs, Parliamentary Debates, managing School's Blog, University Applications, Personal statement stuff, going to Basketball practice sessions, shifting my home and God knows what else, I haven't had the time to blog.
 Like really really blog.

Yeah, I haven't forgotten how you were my partner as I shared 'My Out of the Odd' times,
and how I had you when Summer Holidays seemed purposeless, well I'm still here and you're still here.
I am just occupied with other work.

But yeah, I still do miss you.

Want to look at my School's Blog that I am the President of ?
Here: http://pafians.blogspot.com/

Know what my aims are now ?
1-Study Genetics
2-Be the Chief Editor of a Mag
3-A book that says 'written by Lubaina Ehsan' :')
4-Go on a World Tour.. B)

WORD :D

Sorry x1200 :D (Out of the Odd #10)

You talk a lot ?
Well, so do I.
And before you go on being your parrot-self in the classroom. Think Again.

Here's what happened today:

Doesn't make sense ?

Well here's a closer look:

Along with my tries at photography :p

YES!

My Physics teacher made me write Sorry 1000 times just because i would not stop talking in the class! xD

Me, a kindergartner ? NOOOO. I'm in my LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL.

I did today what I used to do back in the old days :'D

Nostalgia. And An arm-ache :p
Best part: it wasn't just me. My partner-in-talks had to write the Sorry Page as well. :P 

Oh and we were not bound by a page, but people with small aims like us vowed to fit the 1000 Sorrys on a single page xD

To top it all off, we were talking while writing the out the 1000 Sorrys, soo were made to write Sorry 1200 times instead :p

Oh and when she and I were almost done, a friend comes by and goes 

"You guys actually wrote sorry 1200 times ? :O
You could have just written 'Sorry x1200'!"

Oh well, I got a story to tell.

And our teacher got 2400 apologies xP

P.S. What's the plural of 'SORRY'. In case you didn't notice, I wrote 'Sorrys', but it's not in the dictionary :p

Un-happy Banana.

This blogger (obsessed with blogging blogger in fact) is down with a flu combined with migraine and top it all up with fever. Sounds bad ? Well, it is bad.

Ok, no. I shall try and find the positive-ity in the days that just passed by. Even if the negativity dominates (tends to dominate, see positive-ity ?) the recent days.

Ummm.. What should I begin with.

It started off with the Biology test (Yes, the nerdy side tends to kick in when the teacher plans to give a reward to the top scorer of the class). I know I'm eighteen, but presents from the teacher always seem really cool :D.. So yeah, I wasn't the top scorer, neither was I even among the top-five scorers of the class.

See, now what positive-ity could there be in all this ? It could be that my friend was the top-scorer. Yeah, that'll do :D

It went on to being a holiday on Friday because of the protests going on in Pakistan. Which is just sad. Why destroy your own homeland when the movie at stake was not even the doing of your homeland ? All one has to do is get their voice heard and problems dealt with, which can be done in a very humane way.
Ironically, Friday was International Day of Peace too. What I saw that day was all but peace.

No positive-ity in this. No way. Cinemas were set on fire, traffic lights brought to the ground, a bridge blasted to bits and I do not even want to know how many lives were lost. The positive-ity could be that I got a holiday and slept through my illness, but nooo. That sounds really self-centered.

Anyways, after this the news was put on the table that the place we were going to rent so that we can stay at Karachi while my dad goes away, is only available till December 2012. And my term ends in May 2013.
So yeah, I don't know what will happen now.

Positive-ity ? We get to go and live with baba in case no home at Karachiii :D. Ok, now this actually sounds positive.

We are not the ones to judge, because everybody has their own battles to fight. Every moment, every day.

I hope my post did not bring you down.
Well, look at the picture above n smile :)
My friends call me Banana remember ? :D
No one shall leave my blog without a SMIIILE (:

You On Your Own.

To each one, their own religion.
Nobody is to ridicule the other's religion,
it's a matter of one's own personal faith.
Nobody is to argue about which religion is better and which one is not.
There's more to debating than that.

That's it. End of Story.

Yes, Youtube banned in Pakistan for now.

Funky-cising :D

One, I'm staying at Karachiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! ^_^
Me, mama and my lil' brother n sister are going to stay at Karachi, we rented a new place while my dad is going to move away where his job wants him to. 
YAAAYYY! I'M STAYING :D

Oh and here's what I did to my plain white bag when I needed to take my thoughts away from moving and studies.

Yes, the bag was plain white when I bought it :D

Yes, I used recycled materials on this bag.

It sure turned out pretty good :)

I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE KARACHI!

You're in happy mood ?
Well then do not read this post since I do not want to ruin anybody's mood with my rantings.

Here it goes, we're shifting again x_x
I MEAN WHY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!?!

My dad's job needs him to shift to another city, buut I can't leave in the middle of school year. I got all my friends here, teachers I'm used to being taught by and stuff I got to do and events I have planned.
I can't just leave all that and move away. Again.

We've been moving since the day I was born.

Anyways, I've tried to convince baba to let me stay at a friend's place or something and I can come and move in with my family when my school year ends.

Fingers Crossed.

I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE KARACHI!

*sigh*

P.S. The studies are killing me x_x

Literally words can't describe!

While Adele Set fire to rain,
and Hilary had her hair blowing out on her sweet sixteen,
my LEGAL EIGHTEEN was beyond what words could describe.

Yes, I'm legal.
And yes, I don't feel old or big or even adult-ish for that matter.
Well, my age blues for later.

For now, listen to how my 18th bday went. It'll make you smile :)

Ok so on the night of 3rd September (my bday's on 4th sep) I had planned to go to sleep early and not wait up till midnight since I wasn't expecting any of my friends to call as we had our humongous physics test at school the next day.

3rd Sep. 10.00pm

Me: mama I'm going to sleep.
Mama: *gives me a wierd look* But you always stay up at midnight on your birthday.
Me: Not this time, I'm old for birthdays.
Mama: Well, it's your birthday.

-I dozed off-

3rd Sep. 10.30pm
Aunt: Lubaina wake up, you haven't had dinner so I made noodles for you.
Me: You woke me up just so I could eat noodles ?
Aunt: Sleeping with an empty stomach is not good.

-So I got up to eat noodles.

3rd Sep. 11.45pm.

Mama: Lubaina, before you go to sleep again could you tidy up your mess of books from the dining room ?
Me: Ok mama.

-So I headed to the dining room-

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
I SCREAAAAAMED!
EVERYBODY SCREAAAAMED!
MY FRIENDS WERE THEEEEERE!
PARTY POOOPER!!!
CONFFETTTTIIII!
I SCREAAAMED EVEN MOOOORE!
And they sprayed snow spray in my mouth! xD

These nutcases had entered my dining room through the backdoor, arranged my dining room for my surprise birthday party, got me a DUCK-SHAPED cake, PIZZA and presents while I was too busy trying to get some sleep! :D

Some of the cards they made me :)
Yes, some of my friends call me Banana because it rhymes with Lubaina :D

NEXT DAY AT SCHOOL.

We all happily gave our physics test. We had no class after it, the next class was to begin in forty minutes.

My school counselor called me to talk to me, she kept talking about random stuff and I being talkative kept the conversation going on.

Then two of my friends came to the counselor's office too. They took me to the canteen with them. (Dumb me did not notice the absence of my other class-fellows and friends)

Junaid: So Lubaina, it's your birthday. What are you treating us with ?

Me: I have no money today.

Moaaz: But you have to get us at-least a bottle of Pepsi from the canteen since it's your big day today!

Me: I seriously do not have money.

Junaid: Oh well. Some other day.

Moaaz: Let's go see if the Common Room's open.

And the moment we were outside Common Room's door, I could hear screams from inside.

As i stepped in.
EVERYBODYYY WAS THEEEREEEE!!!

THE HAPPY JUMPY FEELING THAT I CAN'T EVEN BRING MYSELF TO DESCRIIIIIBE!

All of my friends were standing with their backs towards me, wearing black shirts over their uniforms, with 

'HAPPY BDAY BENNY!' written with white tape on the back of their shirts and singing me a HAPPY BIRTHDAY song!

I would've let my happy tears out if there were not so many people around :')

HAPPY BDAY BENNY.
The were standing in one row like the picture above but all of them won't fit the camera screen at one time.
So yeah :)
And yeah, people at school call me benny or banana :)

By now I was still shocked at all that people would do to make my day a very very very special one.

Then, they lead me to a SPONGE-BOB CAKE!!! :D

Yes, it was a huge 7-pound cake that I shared with almost every student who was out in the school grounds.

Guess what my school friends got me ?

It's a cup with a cute kid painted on it. 

The lid of the cup is a brain and there's a card attached to the cup saying 

"Even if your brain refuses to retain memories of us, his brain will."

And inside the cup are Paper strips from almost everybody I know with a memorable memory I've had with them :)

I guess, this long yet worth-reading account made up for my blog absence since four days!

Another reason for my absence: I've been made the head of the Student Blog of my school's blog. My school recently started the blog and I have been assigned to manage to it. I'm confused about it's background.

You can visit it here and give me advice related to the background:

http://pafians.blogspot.com/

My 18th B'day would have been incomplete without my friends no ? :)

Know the date ?

Read the date above.
Yes, read the date.
Still haven't read the date ?
Oh, just read the date !

What date is it ?
4th of SEPTEMBERRRR :D

Now which awesome amazing and beyond epic person can possibly be born on this day ?!
MEEEEE xD

I guess I am authorized to brag about myself on my 18th birthday atleast.
Finally Legal :D

All the happenings of the Legali-sh Awesome-ish 18th Birthday shall be uploaded.
For now, I'm breezing through the celebrations :D

My Motto from my 18th B-day onwards :D