3rd BIRTHDAY

I LOVE BARBIE

When i was young i loved playing with dolls and everything which involves dressing them up like having their marriages and beauty contests or birthdays.i used to get good clothes like the laces or falls from my mother which in turn became dresses of my dolls and yes all the earrings (THE FAKE ONES) became the earrings,tika and lockets of my dolls. oh i can write pages on how to dress up a doll...really... i am good at that(i am also good at dressing human females).during our times , im talking bout the early 1980's we had only hard plastic dolls with fat stub hard hands , legs (the non bending ones) with cutest face possible...like round black or blue eyes and small stub nose and round red or pink lips with black curly hair.but i had one doll which was a gifted one from one of my vamp komolica type phuppis which was very different. she used to be my favourite, i used to show her off to my other friends ( look i have such a beautiful daughter) i remember doing wedding of my fav doll she was very beautiful coz she was unlike the others she had long legs and she was tall and slim. i really dressed up her nicely in a red color saree, the dulha was my neighbour's doll whose leg was slightly broken but then i had to get her married( u know age factor for daughters, i did not want others to point my daughters age). Miss rinki ( r family ) was the mother of my jamai and then the wedding happened , i took my doll there in her house , rinki's mother had prepared a light snacks for us. we ate and then i left my doll there ( in a hope that i will get my daughter back maybe a day later or maybe some days later). Rinki and i used to play a lot so after some days i went there to get my doll back and know what happened ... she was not there not even a trace of her...when i asked rinki about it she told me that her grandma has kept it somewhere( it is so bad not allowing the mother to meet her daughter that also a newly wed). after long long days i kept trying but they used to shove me off and one day the reply came from her grandma that while putting the garbage to fire she had by mistake put my doll to fire....SHE PUT MY DOLL TO FIRE....(she burnt my daughter within few days of the wedding)I was shell shocked , iwonder how can they be so neglectful about my doll that they did not see her while throwing or that what my doll was doing in the garbage which they threw in the fire.(there were a lot of questions whether i did not give any dowry with my daughter but her son was lame, one of his legs had a problem and my daughter ...she was like amodel dressed up in such a beautiful red saree, whether they made her work in the garbage and then may be just pushed her in the fire whilw she was working, whatever the reson i lost my daughter after a few days of her wedding) I LOST MY DOLL...... i came home crying and my mother and my grandma tried to console me that might be rinki never wanted to give that doll back so they made up such a plan( a crooked plan but i jus wanted to meet my daughter and not take her away...well ...maybe take her away for couple of days or maybe one day but they seperated a mother and daughter forever for whcih they will pay one day).The next time i had a doll's wedding was when my sister was around 5... well u can guess my age then (certainly not a doll playing age) now this wedding was of my stub doll with the male doll of my sis(actually i purposely made her mother of the son coz i will get the chance to decorate and dress up the female doll, moreover no chances again by sending my doll to someone else's home) tanki's doll had a problem with the eye ( i always get defective males u see). This time my mother prepared some snacks and i was dressed in a brocade sharara, i applied make up to my sis as well as my friend simmi( she is also a 21 st april born though 2 years younger). i had taken some snaps . i will try uploading it some time ( which will never come) so this time the doll sstayed with me ...i was so happy.

tanki was exposed to THE WORLD OF BARBIES from the childhood( well they were my secret desires actually) here was a doll that every girl dreamed to be , beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, wearing perfect dresses on their perfect bodies, beautiful hairs which u can actually comb and make different styles, had extra dresses and accessories. ok we gifted her one and then it was followed by many others and me and my sis used to keep a count on how much she has accumulated ( like it was bank balance or something) i think she has 14 barbie dolls and many sets like doctor, dining etc . she was not very fond of playing ( she is very strange )we used to cherish each & every doll. and now when iam 30 ( keep it a secret) the dolls are still fine , imean they are as good as new.( u see tanki never played with them ...strange na..).my kids started getting barbies from their 1st birthday and i think the number has risen to almost 12 - 14 ( now i don't keep a count) till date and not a single barbie is with all her limbs in place. the first thing my son does to a barbie doll is removing her dress( typically male ...uhm), the next thing is removing her limbs one by one and finally her head is off from her body( sadist...uh). then he plays with the limbs and the body is just left somewhere and i always find the limbs or head or body from somewhere and remember the days when these barbies used to hold such high place in my childhood.barbie reminds me my childhood...my days with tanki...contest of barbie...how i used to enjoy playing much more than her.One day fiza was busy searching something under the bed, i asked her what was that , so she told me 'barbie doll ka body'(th word body used by mani so fiza learnt from her).Then she narrated me the entire story'bhai barbie doll ka shab hath nikal diya, shab pel nikal diya aur sar nikal diya, fija shab body mein lagaegi'. then i told all my maids(i have brigade of 3) to hunt for the body and finally we got it under the diwan and all the limbs were put back in place and head of course and the dress.i was HAPPY. I AM ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE A BARBIE.

THE STORY'S IMPACT

Before writing this post i want to make clear that my kids had started using 'galis' like 'kutta & sala' with the correct gender.it was like everybody was a 'kutta' or a 'kutti' 'saala' or a 'saali' if they did anything which they did not approve of. Then it became more of a play for them , we used to get a welcome by faris by these words when coming from bank. Their fav victim was 'bada baba' (my jethji). The DGM of ANIIDCO used to get 'kutta' & 'saala' every day by them and gets it still. Though I ve told bhaiya so many times to stop talking to them so that they realiz that they are wrong. well he won't listen....
so now shifting a little from the main track of the post .................every night when i make my farisu sleep i tell him a story( which is the same every day...thank god they don't want a different one each night)about a beautiful pari who will come in their dreams when they will close their eyes. And that the pari will bring lot of thingschips;pink dresses(for fiza); red dresses(for faris);chocolates;planes;cars;barbie dolls;powder;many new toys etc etc(i name the things till i become breathless ).I tell him this story religiously and every next day in the morning i ask them whether the pari came, never did farisu said that 'yes she came'One fine day when i asked him whether pari came in his dreams , he said 'yes'. my god i was so happy that i was able to make an impact on them and finally pari did come in their dreams.... i asked him so what did pari say to bhai and my dear son faris said 'SAALA KUTTA'.I stopped the story from that night.

BEACH KE BEECH MEIN

Fiza hates beaches, she hates sand sticking to her foot jus like me...she is sooooo like me from the nose...eyes...everything. But ya she has quite a glamour for a 3 year old...

Faris was as usual his playful self but yes he was afraid of water, he brought a lot of small stones from far of and then throw it in water.

Visit to Gandhi Park by the grace of Allah

Its been a long time since my darling monsters have visited the 'Gandhi Park'. earlier every saturday i used to
take them, u know off by 5:00 pm but these days we have the insane..ridiculous...irritating...the ones with no
outcome meetings every saturday so no gandhi park.some saturdays my either of the twins are sick, some saturdays
its rainy, some saturdays my dearest husband refuses and the still remaining saturdays i don't want to go ..i mean
i watch my fav Mtv or surf useless things on net.The crux is they did not go to the park for a long lo long
time.yesterday i decided whatever happens tomorrow i will send them with their nana. I made them say a prayer cum
request to Allah so that it doesn't rain(It is raining heavily these days).My darling fizuli looked up innocently toward the ceiling and folded her hands in prayer and said'Allah pak kal
fija faris gandhi park jayenge...kal ghummi jayenge...kal barish nahin dena.....ok...tata tata Allah pak' i was so
impressed as well as amused by her. And yes if u want to hear about faris he looked at me and just said 'gandhi
park jaana hai'. today morning again fiza prayed her humble sweet prayer to Allah pak. Well everything said , me
being the event manager of the programme i did micro detailing of every part. morning time..afternoon lunch
time..sleep time....etc...etc...At exactly 3:30 the clouds were more than generous and it started raining like cats
& dogs...it was ,u can say' what a barish'' u could get u'r eardrums blasted by the downpour. so the plan was
shelved ,i became very upset ke my fizu prayed so sweetly but yet Allah pak did not hear her prayers...I came to do
iftaar in mommy's place and suddenly one idea struck kewhy not send them now i mean at 6:00 pm ...yes they all got
dressed and along with their nana they had a blast... in gandhi park
I wrote this post because of two things1. I wanted to pen down fizuna's prayer(believe me it was so sweet)
2. When we pray with our heart and soul..it will definitely be heard. see it started raining so heavily that the
micro detailing failed and the event manager sufferred a migraine attack, but Allah Pak has his plans , somehow he
made my kids go to Gandhi Park...he heard my fizuli's prayer.At first everything will look bleak but later he will
somehow pull us ashore.

fizuli

FASHION:FIZA

This sunday i dressed up my lil girl ,i used to do the same for my sis.

GREAT !!!!!!!!!

These are the few poses which my sonali gives herself.