Bollywood...Kyaa?

Assalamu Alaykum,

Ok so looking back I see that I've been quite lazy thus far in posting or rather updating my blog. Well...I am guilty! But I am also back from my vacation and said that I would post so I decided that I should probably drag my butt to the computer and start typing. And now I am here.

Are you ready to be amazed? (Don't Be... ;)

Bollywood. That's what I feel like talking about because that's what I got in to while on vacation. I went for three weeks to visit my eldest brother, who happens to be quite the bollywood fan. When he moved he couldn't rent any movies from the regular video stores because he didn't have a drivers license from that province. Sooooo, seeing as he could not rent any movies he accidentally found a Hindi movie store where you can buy a DVD for like three bucks. Now considering you pay over three dollars to rent a movie and over twenty to purchase one I would say he got himself a deal...and an addiction.

My older brother has always been the one to really enjoy watching international films. I suppose it never bothered him to read sub-titles. Anyway, while visiting him we really got in to watching bollywood movies.

Well actually my mother really got in to them first. For me it took a little longer.

Each movie is three hours in length and the vast majority are tragic romances. Now there is only so much tears, screaming, and tragedy that I can take...no matter how much estrogen I have, I can only take sooo much drama. So, the first night I watched a movie called "Veer-Zaara" which won best movie of the year. It was quite tragic but naturally ended well. Anyway I don't feel like explaining the whole movie because I tend to give long explanations...which why half of the time my audience fall's asleep or escapes in to foreign lands while I talk.

So Veer-Zaara was quite "emotional" and I suppose that one was good enough for that day, but right after my brother pops in "Devdas" and I swear that I was about to scream...Literally. I couldn't sit through another emotional coaster. Which is why I moaned "You have got to be kidding me..." then I moaned louder and left the room.

I was tired the next day and so I blamed it on the emotional strain I suffered from all the drama from the night before.

For the next few days I settled for the more cheesy "sing-song all movie long" type. That's when I really got in to it. Now most people I've spoken with say that they can't stand the "sing-song" I say...COME ON! It's the best part. With there colorful sari's and there awesome traditional dance.

So now I really like bollywood, and truly and honestly enjoy it a million times more than hollywood. Why? Less sex! More joyous, almost innocent "sing-song" and even just the right amount of drama.

Well I suppose I have sufficiently bored the greater part of those who read this blog, but I just really had to get it out of my system. ;)

Till next time...Adieu.
~The Pink Gerbera~

Friends

Assalamu Alaykum,

Friends, are some of the most important people in your life. I truly believe that.

Good friends are some of the rarest things, so when you find one...hold tight to them. Everyone has "friends", neigh, I'd say that everyone has acquaintances. But are they truly your friends? Will they help you when you fall? Do they make you smile even when you feel like you could just cry? Do they listen when you have a problem, and then truly try and help?

These are some of the qualities of a Good friend, and they are rare! Because a good friend is someone who you share so much with. A good friend makes you cry, laugh and occasionally scream! They are few but when you find them they are one of the most important things.

Family and friends (besides Allah) are two of the most important thing one can have. More important then the nice BMW or Lake side condo. They share in your sorrows and kick your butt when you are down, because if anything gets you going it's a swift kick in the behind.

So I would like to post this thread and dedicate it to all my friends and family. You mean the world to me, and you always put a smile of my face. Thank you, I love you, and I miss you.

Big thanks to my bestest pal and lost twin...you know who you are! Thank you for the gorgeous work you've done to my blog. It is totally me. ;) Big Kiss and even bigger HUG! Love Yeah.

Fi Aman Allah.
~The Pink Gerbera~

P.S. I will try and blog some interesting things from my recent trip, when I get back to my home port. Till then...

The Curve Ball

Assalamu Alaykum,

Life...Is full of curve balls. Every once in a while it seems that one is thrown your way to see if you're paying attention. Much like baseball you have two choices...Hit the darned thing out of the ball field, or strike out.

So what do we do when a curve ball is thrown our way? To me, the curve ball is an unexpected test of our patience, strength and faith in Allah (s.w.t). Will we chicken out, freak, or scream causing us to strike out or will we take a deeeeeeeep breath, observe, take in, and cope, thus hitting the darn ball out of the field? Again these are the choices we have in life. Neither is truly wrong but one may be more fitting.

For example, you get much further hitting a home run then striking out. Correct? Yes, but does it mean that striking out is the bad choice? No because like I've mentioned before (another post), there is no such thing as a "bad" or "good" choice, there are just choices. So, when one strikes out the first time...They still have two more chances. This of course is more theoretical, but nonetheless, perhaps after we've cooled down from the initial shock of the curve ball, we may be able to cope, and thus next time hit a home run.

I was recently dealt a curve ball! It was most definitely unexpected, but most usually are. ;) Anyway, I actually surprised myself quite a bit, as I did not cry...nor scream...Nothing, I remained quite cool and relaxed (except perhaps that I was pouting for the first two minutes). I took it in strides, for I understand that everything is in the able hands of Allah Almighty, for truly HE knows what I know not! So if it wasn't suppose to happen, it wasn't suppose to happen. Must I stand around and mope, or cry all day? Heck no! Because in all honesty, what would that accomplish? It most certainly won't make the "ball" change courses and go in the other direction.

We're not perfect beings, and I know that, sometimes we hit a home run and sometimes we don't. Not every ball player has that ability.

Yet, it is nice to look back and see how we reacted when that unexpected thing came flying our way. I see recollecting on our past faults much like a report card. We see what we can improve on...and then we try. :)

Take care.

~Pink Gerbera~

Choices

Assalamu Alaykum,

In life, we have many choices. Some, naturally are made more complex then others, but in the end we always have many choices to choose from. (Many directions...if you will.) I am not certain whether there is such a thing as a "good" choice and a "bad" choice, to me, you only have "choices". What will come of them, may either be good or bad, most of the time the outcome is what we will make it.

In all honesty, through my observations in my short life, I have found that if you are negative about a certain situation, it will most likely be a negative experience. The same rule applies to that which you are positive about.

Though, as a Muslim I believe that all things are in the hands of the Almighty, I feel that HE has given us the chance to make of it what we want. Will we be negative and make it hell...or will we be positive and try to be happy with our outcome? That is our choice, and also...our test.


So as I was latterly mentioning, we have many choices in life. Will you take the short cut? Or will you work hard and take the long way? Will you....? The answer is up to you, as is the question.

I had a pretty big choice to make lately. I like to think I made the "right" choice, but the "right" choice for me. In the end, its what happens along the way that is more important than the outcome or the start. In my humble opinion anyway.

The journey along the way is truly the eptiome of what will be our outcome. In many ways...it is the sketch of our outcome. It changes us, teaches us things. I suppose that is why life seems one flurry of choices, because life...is a choice, and in the end when we die, it is then that we will know truly...in our hearts whether or not we made the right decision.

Choices...sometimes they make you crazy, and sometimes they're quite refreshing, they challenge you...your spirit, your mind, your strength.

Whatever choice you make next, be sure that in your heart it's the right choice for you!

Take care. And please keep smiling! :)

~ Pink Gerbera ;)