Rameyna, Raymond and Roman. :P

So today i will write about Rameyna. Notice the weird spelling? I mean it could just be spelled Ramina, right? Anyway , so Rameyna unfortunately fell in love with a douche bag. He wasn’t that bad though. Some complexes had developed. A wee bit of insecurities. He was  a regular flirt too . He couldn’t really help it as it was like second nature, if you know what i mean. But for him, girls came and went ( come or go?), but Rameyna was the constant stabilizer. The grounding factor. The constant. Until, she had enough.

She walked out. I mean she deserved better. Even she knew that. He was lucky to have her and she really was not going to be taken as a  door mat or have her self respect trampled on.

The guy, lets call him umm… Raymond. :) ( Oh come on, it’s not a very inspiring or imaginative tale, is it?) Well, he was given a major reality check. I mean the best thing that ever happened to him decided to bid adieu. He panicked and begged and pleaded, but it it was to no avail as they say.

Anyhow, so Rameyna had never felt happier, stronger or better. She felt free and empowered and her mind and heart were at ease. At that particular point in time, she met a guy. Let’s call him Roman. ( yeah, you’re hating this already, aren’t you?) :p So Roman was like up there. He had a stable job. He was sweet.  A bit nerdy but willing to take risks and chances. She liked him. A lot. A whole lot actually. And guess what? He asked her out. She wanted to jump with joy and say, “yes, please”.

But in all her morality and ethic binded brain, she said, “umm… i like you too. in fact, i am falling for you super fast,  BUT relationships are based on honesty and i want you to know that i was in a relationship before…”.

The awesome Mr. Roman ran as fast as he could, whilst telling her that they should take it extremely slow as in a step in a year and if after a year, they were both still single, they should see how things go.


Rameyna never responded to his kick in her stomach. In truth, she felt degraded and made to feel like a whore. This Roman not only hurt her ego but walked all over her self respect too. Even Raymond was better than that. She cried like a baby to be honest. She felt completely insulted and a bit led on. Being dumped was not the issue. The issue was how this not so awesome anymore Roman made her feel like utter filth lying on the street when just a few days before, he called her “perfect for him”.

Hmm. Maybe that was the first warning. I mean the narcissist thought that she was perfect for him, but never wondered if he was perfect for her.

Dang it!

That was some seriously unsettling time for Rameyna.

So how do you think Rameyna is doing now? Well, to be honest i haven’t met her in a while and i have no clue as to where she is and what she is doing. I was just hearing some gossip and now you probably think very low of me.

BUT, one thing i am sure of is that for the longest time Rameyna may have hated men. :P Who could blame her?

Here is a prayer though. I hope Rameyna found peace. I hope she found a man who appreciated her. I hope he made her feel special. She truly was a great gal and i’d personally be disappointed if she has become cynical or settled for something less than her worth.

And with that, i must say goodbye. If you see someone like Rameyna, tell her i said, “Hi” and do tell her that both Raymond and Roman or people like them called different names, definitely did not deserve her.


Cheers. <3 :)




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Binni had been working in a well-known organization for a few months now. Binni loved the corporate culture and the facilities that the organization offered its employees. Yes, dissenting employees were present as well, but they are present at even the best of places. Binni knew that if you were intelligent and hard working enough and knew the right people, there were high chances of a promotion.

A few months back, Bongo, a colleague got a super promotion. He was in a position that commanded power and could make the power players of the organization turn docile just to request some time.

Soon after the promotion, Binni started noticing that Bongo had started taking himself too seriously. He had developed airs about himself and felt that he judged everybody. Sometimes he didn’t even smile. She could hear him arguing at times or just being over efficient. It was pissing some people off and annoying others. But none of the lesser employees were in a position to point it out.

One day when Bongo was away, Binni walked up to Babacha who sat near Bongo and started chatting. 

“What’s the deal with Bongo?”, Binni asked.

“He looks so stressed. Is it the new promotion and its role?”

and then just for fun Binni added, “Or is it the wife and kid”?

“But the baby is barely a year old, so can’t be the baby”, she mused aloud.

“He is stressed.. but not because of the job. It’s the child”, Babacha said.

“Oh, is the baby unwell?”, Binni questioned.

“They just found out that the baby may be a special child”, Babacha clarified.


Binni’s brain froze and for a moment it felt like her soul had stepped out of the body and then entered back.

Binni felt ashamed for judging Bongo so harshly. Binni’s family had a couple of special children mainly because of a pro-longed practice of marrying first cousins.

“Did he marry his first cousin?”, Binni asked.

“Yes!”, Babacha clarified.

After a deep thought, Binni requested Babacha to never mention this to Binni again. Technically, Binni reasoned, Bongo would not want others to know so Binni would like to pretend that she didn’t.

Later, at the workstation, Binni had a series of troubled thoughts to reconcile with. Binni was not happy for judging Bongo so unfavourably. This little episode made Binni understand with even more clarity that people should not be judged by their outward appearances and actions.

We all have a story. We all have our set of problems. No one really knows what issues the other person is facing and what circumstances they are going through.

Some of us have the ability to smile through life’s hardships and some of us don’t. Not all of us know how to deal with events that almost derail our sanity. A lot of us just struggle.

Binni knew how Bongo must feel that the weight of the entire world had descended on his shoulders.  Bongo probably felt angry with the entire human race. And who could blame Bongo?

Binni’s own uncle had a child with downs syndrome. An aunt had a girl who was a special child too. One of her mother’s cousins was special too and needed care until he eventually passed away a few years ago. He was in his forties at that time.

Yes, Binni understood. Binni saw. Binni was ashamed.

As for Bongo, may Allah help him and his wife and may his child be a source of peace, contentment, immense happiness, pride and Sadqa-e-Jariyah for them. Ameen.



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Genen and Gaben

Genen and Gaben were species of the Dimwit clan who had known each other forever. Species of the Dimwit clan had three bunny ears, two at each side and one at the back. They liked to adorn the ear at the back with flowers. Their hair, which was wiry, grew in patches. They had the widest eyes with even bigger eyelashes, a small rounded pink nose and thick lips that always appeared to be smiling.

They were small creatures, not reaching above a human’s toe and were shy folks at best.

Most people had never seen them. It is as if they never existed. They resided inside hollow tree barks and behaved a lot like humans even though they did not look like them.


But, I was telling you about Genen and Gaben.

Well, their friendship had survived the test of times. Highs and lows. They had fought over petty things and at one point practically sent friendship to hell and back. But as good friends do, they always found a way to re-bond and be friends again.

However, lately Gaben had assumed a superior role. Whenever, things did not go Gaben’s way, Gaben was ready to huff and puff and walk off. Suddenly friendship had conditions.

Genen was confused. By now Genen had a fair idea of their friendship and knew that going to hell to come back again was not worth it, so Genen, secretly amused, let things pass and took such tantrums in good spirit.


One sunny day when the clouds were floating by in the most poufy and beautiful forms and they were walking along, gazing at the magestic Mount Ablacamba in the back ground, Genen asked, Gaben: “Genen, why did you become my friend?”


“ Because you have always been my friend.”, Gaben replied.


“ But why?” insisted Genen.


“Because there was no one else but you”, said Gaben with a wide smile and walked ahead.

Gaben was happy at the thought that the answer was just right and it made perfect sense.

Genen, however was another story. You see , contrary to popular belief that Genen was a strong individual who seldom shed tears, Genen was infact a very sensitive dimwit.

Genen did not like the answer at all. Genen wanted to be told that Genen was kind, sensitive and any other adjective that made Gaben befriend Genen.


Genen was disappointed but gulped it down. Forward, Genen ran with it’s little toes , until it caught up with Gaben. Giving Gaben a good natured nudge, Genen then started walking at Gaben’s pace.



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