Excessive and insincere praise, given especially to further one’s own interests.” That’s how the Oxford dictionary describes flattery. I am an introvert, so the people say. I often don’t praise people even when I really like their work… and that pisses people off every now and then…especially in a society where flattery and backbiting is a lot more common than plain simple honesty. However, I have tried flattery a few times in my life…for no other reason except to please people who I thought were pissed off with my introversion. And well, I suppose my manner was a little awkward, for it pissed the person off even more.

As I said, I lived in a place where people prefer sugar-coated lies to the bitter truth. I have heard people flattering each other every day of my life. And I think lies can do no one any good. People who are flattered way too often are smug and arrogant. It’s hard for one to keep learning if one starts having that attitude. And that leaves you in a bad place after some time. So, I prefer not to praise or be praised.

via Daily Prompt: Flattery



Well, not that  I was very active here or that my blog was very noticeable for you to notice that I have changed the name, and the reason for that, primarily is that I have been living just the kind of life that my blog name previously suggested: ‘Vagabond’. Whatever put it into my head that that kind of life could be any good at all. It is the very dickens, to quote A. A. Milne. So, I decided to change the name, ’cause I’m like so homesick.

I’ve spent the last two years travelling a lot and all the travelling and staying in places where I am unwelcome has taken a toll on me. It involves a hell lot of giving minute details about all the things you do. So, what about that thing you said at 9 am and what were you doing at 3:47 pm? Why would you put your clothes in a certain way? Blah blah blah. And those words from Jerry Maguire so describe my situation: “It is an up-at-dawn, pride-swallowing siege that I will never fully tell you about, ok?” I am talking about a nasty soap opera scenario. I am talking about a consistent headache that is not going to subside until you go home,  which might take as long a time as it takes you to start missing every little comfort that nothing but a home can provide, like eating what you want to eat or throwing your stuff on the floor when you are way too tired to be organised or not being constantly concerned what people think about you. And considering that introverts are a misunderstood  hated lot, it makes it that much harder to be living outside home.

And now I miss all the little things I used to do in the time when I was home. I miss the banana smoothie I drank every morning, I miss the chocolates that I could find in my kitchen cupboard, I miss the privacy and comfort…….hell, I miss mopping the floors and cleaning my kitchen.  I miss my bed and I miss the quilt. I miss my refrigerator and how I could keep it as disorganised as I felt like. I miss the sand and I miss the rain.

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No, Thanks

Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?

So glad you asked. Well, it was the place where I completed school. Where do I start? There’s so much wrong in that place. Ah, I hate it with a passion. In fact, I don’t even want to think of all the ills of that place or mention them. But if I had to use one word, I’d say ‘paganism’.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “No, Thanks.”

Blogging 101: Introduce Yourself

Well, I guess I’m a little late. That’s probably because unlike the single loner who used to spend her ample free time in the library and started writing this blog, I’m now married with a beautiful little baby girl and don’t have much free time any more….alhamdulillaah.

It’s been 3 years since I first started blogging, 2 years since I discovered The Daily Post and started blogging more regularly and about a year since I got married and my visits here became few and far between. I had some goals in mind pertaining to the blogging business once, but now I’m blogging just because I kinda like it. I’m not very good at oral expression of my thoughts and I’m not sure people even want to listen to me, so I write down my thoughts here hoping that every now and then people might lose their way and find my blog. And well, I hope I can do better than I’ve done in the past.

Daily Prompt: Never Gonna Give You Up

You. We know *you* are vice-free, dear Daily Post reader. But, or perhaps we should say, “butt,” others around you and in your life are riddled with vices: they smoke; they eat too much celery; they hog the covers; they can’t keep their hands out of the office candy bowl. Which vice or bad habit can you simply not abide in others?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us VICE.

Hypocrisy. I hate hypocrites. Lying piece of ****. They are the worst. They mess up your life. I wanna beat the **** out of them every time I see their bloody faces or think about them. They are devils who site Scripture for their purpose. I wanna throw them right out the window. Phew! Thanks for letting me rant.


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Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen

Write a post inspired by your sixteenth birthday.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SIXTEEN.

Sixteenth birthday. . . . .another birthday in the series of birthdays reminding me that I’m growing OLD. I remember that was the last birthday that ‘got’ celebrated. My sister and other cousins threw a party for me. Nowadays, I can’t imagine why anybody would want to celebrate birthdays. They are a reminder of how I’m growing older by the day, along with that one gray hair I see while combing. From being a troublesome teenager, to looking forward to someone else’s birthday (keep guessing), I’ve come a long way I guess. In the meantime, I’ve been constantly on the horns of some dilemma or the other, being amazed at how things manage to get so complicated for me, making decisions that I continue analyzing to this day, whereas other people have apparently chosen to follow the path of least resistance. Gasp. . . .simply looking back at life can make you feel sort of tired sometimes.

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