There are raging debates amongst the mom-circles in Karachi about which pre-school to send their kids to, what is the right age to send them, what schooling philosophy each school adopts and so on. And as the blistering heat of summer makes its advent, the debate turns to which summer camp is best. Some first time parents find themselves lost, adrift and confused. Read More →
It is that time of the year again. When the devout fast and feast, pray and celebrate. I see so many Ramzan Mubarak posts on my news feed and so many heartfelt messages for this month full of blessings. It makes me nostalgic for my childhood. For all the Ramzans spent at home with my parents and siblings. It’s pure torture waking up at that hour (not just waking up but EATING) but something so charming about a home that is fully lit at 4am. Read More →
I turned 35 today. It’s daunting. It’s humbling. It’s eye-opening. It’s a mix of ‘oh-shit’ and ‘oh-wow’ and ‘is this middle age?’
And you know what? It’s also all kinds of awesome. I love being here. In the now. In this moment. Firstly because it’s a huge 5 year leap. My life lessons/understanding/maturity at 20 was almost the same at 25 and maybe just marginally more at 30. Read More →
Planning the second birthday
Despite the fact that we introduced gender-neutral toys to our little one from the very beginning, he ended up with great partiality towards cars, somehow. Or anything with wheels for that matter. And he has a special fetish for red-colored cars. So it was a no-brainer what the theme of his second birthday would be- it was red cars all the way.
My husband and I are not really big on birthdays in general but we are really, really into big birthday celebrations for our tot. Both his birthdays have been fancy affairs (though not very elaborate), but it’s been a labor of love. We like to pay attention to the minor details and get personally invested in almost everything. I love doing the decor myself. Honestly. It’s a lot of hard work and sleepless nights, but the results are TRULY worth it. And it’s such a high when friends are gushing over everything. Since its mostly family and friends (about 50-60 people), we don’t like to involve event managers; but a bigger reason is that we love doing everything ourselves.
Once the theme is decided I scour the internet for ideas, and save the ones that seem the most easily executable. Then I go and raid a stationery shop and get down to business. Here’s my nightly routine for a couple of weeks: put the toddler to bed, switch on the telly to some mindless show and start crafting; banners, buntings, cupcake toppers… everything down to the bottle caps. And as things start taking shape, the excitement heightens. My husband and I decide the contents of the goody bags (sorry folks, everything that goes in is sugar and we don’t care that your kids get high and you have to pay for it; we just want to be popular with them) and we both pack them personally, every single bag. Of course there are many petty squabbles that last for weeks as there are a trillion things we can’t mutually agree on. I mean can someone please tell my husband a live steak station should not be the central focus of a toddler’s birthday, and that it’s tacky and ostentatious?! Yes? THANK YOU! Lol! But after a successful event all the bickering replaced with high fives. So its totally worth it!
Well, without further ado, here are some glimpses of the overall décor… ENJOY! Would love to hear your comments, suggestions….
Photos | Umer & Madiha Photography
Location | Our house
Food | Gazebo
Cake | Cake Craft
This is the link to Malala Yousafzai’s speech to the Canadian Parliament:
PLEASE watch to the end. These are 20 most-inspiring minutes of my life in a long time.
I want to know how anybody watching this speech is not teary-eyed. I got so many goosebumps- each word was carefully picked and beautifully delivered. Read More →
I don’t usually do book reviews here (I actually don’t know why, maybe I should), but this book I just finished (in a day!) just compelled me to write about it. I just couldn’t resist sharing it with the world. Now I’m not a fan of self-help books or memoirs, and this one is sort of both. But there were some phrases from the book I was exposed to in passing. They just happened to pull me towards them and I HAD to get my hands on this book. Read More →
How many of you mums out there have felt judged, condescended to, sneered at, cold-shouldered, or made to feel inferior by another mom? How many of you have made the school-run in disheveled hair and track pants with not a speck of make up only to find a clique of moms dressed in their pastel brunch-best silks, faced layered with (ironically) au naturel makeup and hair in perfect onion curls? And it doesn’t end with you! The school your little one attends is the primary topic of discussion at every birthday you attend. If I had a dollar for each time I have been asked which school my teeny tot is headed to I would be loaded… and preferably on a plane to South America cackling into the sunset.
Before I dive headfirst into some political incorrectness, Read More →
You turned two yesterday. Needless to say it was an emotional day for me. You are such a special boy, not the average two- year old at all. Your poker-faced humor is very heightened for your age. Your personality is brimming with character. You perceive things much better than the average tot. You take us by surprise all the time with your words and mostly your antics.
The first year went by really fast; the Read More →
It’s 2017 guys. And feminism is still a loaded word. To some it’s a way of life but to many it’s still a threat. Since we are all going to get loads of trite quotes every Women’s Day, I thought I should add my two pence.
Here’s one by Maya Angelou. A fantastic woman by all parameters.
You don’t have to change the world. You need to just do your bit. Let each star shine as bright as it can and one day we will get to that diamond-studded sky.
Come February and the streets, shops and social media are all sprayed with red puke. Mushy declarations galore, there is no escape from this Day of Love. I feel sad about all the single ones out there cringing and feeling rueful about the ‘one that got away’. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not the Anti-Valentine brigade. In fact I’m one of the greatest opponents of the Islamabad High Court ruling against Valentine. In a country where moral policing is the order of the day, such an inane order is no surprise really. I have secretly safeguarded so many sickly red and white teddies and chocolates for my friends at school and college (handed to me for safe custody for a month or two, away from strict parents of these friends). Read More →