A woman's world

Kyon Dartey ho !

2006-11-04T01:20:00.000-08:00

Life is busy. Busy in things that I had never wished I would spend my days doing. But till I have the luxury of living my dreams. I have to thank Allah fo rkeeping me employed. Haven't had time to think creatively these days. So I am posting a Nazm I wrote w long while ago.

I miss all my blogger friends. I hope to be back in action soon.

Aaj tum jatay howay mere haath par
Apni khusboo chor gay they
Meri sansoon mein mehak apni
Ungrai mein, jisam apna maroor gay they
Bahut dair mein apnay balo mein
Ungliyan pherti rahi
Ankhain band kye
Tumhey khayalo mein ghairti rahi
Phir na janay kyon ehsaas howa
K tum bahut door kharay muskura rahey ho
Huns rahey ho, mujhey chira rahey ho
Isharay say kehtey ho, aao mere paas aao
Mein tumhara huun jo pakar pao
Mugar mein janti houn!
Mere har kadam par,
Tum do kadam pehchay jao gay
Apney, mere beech fasla barhoa gay
Suno!
Kiyon? Kyoun aisa kartey ho
Meri mohabat say itna dartey ho
Nahi!
Tum khud say dar lagta hay
Tumhara zehen jo dil say larta hai
Yeh yakeen hai mujh ko
Kabhi na kabhi
Tum mujhey banhoon me bhar logay
Aur kaho gay
Tum meri ho!
Sirf meri ho!

I am lost !

2006-10-07T00:25:00.000-07:00

My blog is missing in action. Whenever someone is trying to access my blog they are getting an error. And I am clueless as to what could be the problem. If someone has any idea please send me aan email on shehmaat@yahoo.com

I'm Tagged !!!

2006-09-20T04:58:00.000-07:00

Huun, so Psyched tagged me and I have been told if I don't follow through and forward it I'll get acne on my face and my hair will fall off. So I am doing this only to remain this stunning ;-)
And I am tagging Mansoor (wordofmansoor) and Inspirex. HAA HAA HAA

Here goes,

I am thinking about:
Food. Nah! Kidding. What can make me rich and famous quick (Robbing a Bank dressed as an icecream cone is my first choice)

I said,
Yes

I want to,
own an Island

I wish,
too much!

I miss,
my school days, freedom to do anything at anytime, and my best friend

I hear,
A lot of Bull S**t everyday

I wonder,
If I have a long lost rich uncle who will leave me everything when he conks

I regret,
Nothing much. What's done is done

I am,
not who you think I am

I dance,
pretty well

I cry,
Whenever I feel like it

I am not always,
forgiving

I write,
because I need to

I need,
A Million Dollars so I can open my own T.V. Channel

I finish,
last in a race, first when eating dessert, not everything I do (curse of being a Gemini), usually victorious in an argument, and a joke with a witty punch line.

Hah! Done!

Can someone help Microsoft?

2006-09-19T00:52:00.000-07:00

For all my computer loving friends

A Pakistani discovered that nobody can create a FOLDER anywhere on the
computer which can be named as "CON". This is something pretty cool...and
unbelievable... At Microsoft the whole Team, including Bill Gates,
couldn't answer why this happened ! So, inform about this to all your
friends. TRY IT NOW, IT WILL NOT CREATE " CON " FOLDER

Courtesy a forwaded email

Now this is Ambition

2006-09-11T23:18:00.000-07:00

Written behind a Rickshaw

"Mein bara ho kar Truck Bano ga"

Courtesy: A friend who shared this with me

Ghazal - 2

2006-09-01T21:40:00.000-07:00

Kuch motioon say khwaab hain, koi hai jo inko khareed lay
Masoom jazbay nayaab hain, koi hai jo inko khareed lay

Teri yaad k yeh kafilay, uff hijr kay yeh silsilay
Umer bhar ka azaab hain, koi hai jo inko khareed lay

Jawan hasratoon ka inaam hain, hasilay-e-umer-e-tammam hai
Chund sokhay huway gulab hain, koi hai jo inko khareed lay

Idhar to aieye huzoor, ik nazar to daikhiye zaroor
Yeh bhi chand-e-mahtab hain, koi hai jo inko khareed lay

Shama-e-hijr hai bujhi hoi, raat bhi hai dhali hoi
Asaar-e-seher jo ataab hain, koi hai jo inko khareed lay

This Ramadan do something more

2006-08-30T22:00:00.000-07:00

Even before the moon for the month of Shaban is sighted, rising prices announce that Ramadan is close. Tomatoes are Rs. 60-70 per kilo, a wilting bunch of corriander is Rs. 8-10. Pulses, rice, milk, sugar and every other kitchen necessity is now wrestling its way out of a poor man's weakening grip.

More fathers will be hanging themselves when they can no longer look at their hungry and deprived children. The white collar class will sink deeper and deeper into depression. And the blessed will scan the Sunday papers to see which Iftar deals they just can't afford to miss.

So how many of you are feeling sad, guilty or shaking your heads right now. All of us must feel something or we wouldn't be human. But what are we planning to do to alleviate the suffering of atleast one person this Ramadan.

I need advice from all my friends as to what we can do to truly celebrate and understand the meaning of Ramadan.

My suggestions;

Like my family has done for years, not have any elaborate arrangements for Iftar. One dish everyday and then dinner. And the money saved will be used to buy Eid clothes and shoes for atleast one family.
Arrange atleast 1 iftar everyday - Max Rs. 40 (less than the price of a 1 1/2 litre Soda bottle)
Buy rations for one family - Rs 1500 approx (cost of a meal at Pizza Hut)

And the worst after sales service award goes to ...

2006-08-16T01:19:00.000-07:00

If Mitsubishi was the last company on earth making air conditioners I would buy a hand fan. My staff and I have been suffering at the hands of this company's after sales and service staff since past 2 months. It seems their service guys are busier than a prositute in Germany during Football World Cup 2006. We have made so many calls to this guy that if I calculate the cost we could have bought a new compressor rather than wait 3 weeks for them to replace it on warranty. Then even when the compressor was put back all it does is blow benign air. The air conditioners effort to cool our room is as futile as it is to explain to a hick in Texas that Bush is actually bad for US and the world.

The guy has promised to show up today and if and when he does I plan on tying him to a chair, closing all the windows and letting him sweat it till his pants are a size large for him.

14th August Resolutions

2006-08-15T01:07:00.000-07:00

I remember the time when my siblings and I celebrated Independence Day like Eid. New clothes, something special for lunch and dinner, flags everywhere and the sheer joy and pride we felt looking at the uniformed men and women of our armed forces. Over the past few years this day has become just another holiday. The uniformed men and women still bring a much needed sense of pride but it is short lived. I love my country. It is the only place which I can ever call home. I have never wanted to leave Pakistan. I don't appreciate people abandoning it and then trying their level best to sever all ties with it. This country is what we made it. We the people are responsible for the state it is in today. The progress, the failure, the corruption, the crumbling political structure, and everything good and bad. We are responsible. I as an individual and as part of society have responsibilities which I need to own up to and accept.

I have made a few resolutions on Pakistan's 59th Independence Day, they may not seem much but it’s a start. I hope and will strive to fulfill them.

Always look for solutions rather than dwell on the problems my country has.
I don’t litter but I will now ask people not to litter.
Volunteer time and resources to do something constructive.
Teach my child to respect and appreciate his country and the freedom he enjoys.
Follow rules and regulations rather than find shortcuts. We always crib and cry about the corruption but we forget how much we are to blame for it. I may not succeed 100% but I will sure as hell try my best.
Help atleast one poor household meet their monthly expenses.

I hope I can stick to these and keep adding to the list.

Ghazal - 1

2006-07-28T04:16:00.000-07:00

<>Meri tanhai ko tera intezaar sa hay
Shayad teri yaad ka abhi ghubar sa hay <>

Huns to rahi houn phir bhi na jane kyon
Dil hai kirchi kirchi, wajood taar taar sa hay

<>Ghar to kya yeh tu ab makaan bhi nahi
Faqat ik saya-e-dar –o- deevar sa hay

<>Saqi! Mazrat! Aaj talab-e-saboo nahi
Tari abhi wasl ka khumar sa hay <>

Zakhmon ka ilaaj khud hi kar lijey hazoor
Suntain hai maseeha kuch bemaar sa hay

<>Muhabaat hay us say, na junoon – o – ishq
Bus us shukhs say humay kuch pyar sa hay <>

Seher tujh ko kaisay hon manzileen naseeb
Jab khud Khizar hi teri raah mein dewaar sa hay

Tush and Flair

2006-07-19T05:03:00.000-07:00

Microphone left on at the Pee - 8 Summit

Tush: Yo! Flair

Flair: Yes, my love!

Tush: (Blushing) Thank you for the g-string. It was awfully sweet of you.

Flair: No problem, I know how you hate panty lines.

Tush: I know you picked it out yourself

Flair: Oh! absolutely, infact I sprinkled some of my cologne on it too.

Tush: Sigh! So you leaving?

Flair: Not if you want me to stay (moving slightly closer). I'll stay for the Trade thingy! (wink wink)

Tush: Yeh stay for the thingy, but let Flangela handle the discussions

Flair: Yes! I will

Tush: (Sees the waiter appoaching) So what about Toffee and his stand on the ceasefire.

Flair: (Catches on) Yada Yada Yada, No it cannot happen until they get this International Business agreed.

Tush: (waiter is now gone) So your room or mine.

Flair: Why don't we use Londi's room. Less suspicious!

Tush: Ok! I'll send her to Hiddle Miest. But it will take some time. She has to make the shit smell good and she needs to make some grounds to justify Misrael's right to offend. Because obviously if she goes out, she's got to succeed, if it were, whereas I can go out and just talk. But then you know I don't know my ass from my wive's face so I'll just end up choking on a falalel. And then Prick and Londi will have to work twice as hard to try and explain what I said.

Flair: So true!

Tush: It's all Irya's fault. They have to play nice with Misrael. I have a mind to call Toffee and tell him to get on the phone with Blessed and make something happen.

Flair: Yeah! He is sweet! (licking his finger ever so slowly)

Tush: Just like honey!

Flair: I'll bring a bottle and we can ....

Tush: Is this thing on ?

The microphone is switched off right then.

Let it be the end of times

2006-07-15T00:24:00.000-07:00

One more suicide bombing. More senseless deaths. It now seems that everyday all you hear is body count. Mulim, Christian, Jew, Hindu etc all dying left right and center. Babies dead before they learn to walk, women dead before they could have babies, boys dead before their first shave. This whole blasted world is turning into a morgue.

I hate it. I hate it so much. I wish Allah would just strike his hand down on all those who are responsible. I, feel guilty for being happy and safe. Yes, safe in Karachi. Safer than the innocent men, women and children in Iraq, Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, Africa. Safer than most places on earth. We are blessed that we know our children will live to see another sunrise.

I am in the office today. A while ago when we were having strikes because of the Nishtar Park killings, people on Karachi Metblogs had decided that it was high time we took back our city. Some said they would go to work no matter what. I was one of them. I don't know if my coming to work makes a difference today, but it has made a difference to me. I am braver now. I fear death less.

I just hope and pray that the leaders of the Islamic world would wake up soon. The leader of the Arab world Saudi Arabia, has said that Hezbollah should suffer for it’s irresponsible actions. I would like to ask these eunuchs sitting in Makkah how long will we the Muslim Ummah suffer because of their cowardice. Can someone please ask USA to return the dignity of these caretakers of Islam and Kaba' in exchange for oil.

No swarms of Ababeel will fly with stones this time. Our faith is lost. We are lost. We are silent and dead.

Khizaan

2006-07-12T23:47:00.000-07:00

My first Urdu post. Something I wrote in 1997. I hope my Roman script is good enough.

Jhulsi jhulsi raatain hain
Bey rung-o-boo din
Ujri lal shaamein
Aaj tere bin
Umeedon k phool bhi
Akhir ko murjha gai
Mohabbat ki baharoon mein
Yeh khizaan k din
Janey kaisey aagay?

Bumper Stickers

2006-07-10T00:32:00.000-07:00

Customized Bumper Stickers for Karachi

Careful! child in car and he has just learned how to drive
If you can read this, BACK THE *^%$ OFF
Don't bother robbing me. My cell was snatched this morning
Pls. don't honk, I'm on the phone
My bodyguard can beat your bodyguard
If you hate KESC, honk!
I have no electricity and water since 3 days, do you really want to mess with me??

Gang feel free to add to this list. Cheers !!!

I'll take a Rickshaw to Heaven

2006-07-06T22:39:00.000-07:00

I am not superstitious, but I've always had this feeling that if I don't die of natural causes, I will either drown or be hit by a rickshaw. Why a rickshaw, you ask? Well because as far back as I can remember they have swerved right at me. As soon as I step onto the road, one appears out of no where and passes within inches of me.

I don't know why but today I am thinking about death. No I am not depressed. You sometimes just think about such things. I have never really planned my life. I don't have 5 year plans or charts hanging around telling me where I would be 10 years from now. I try and take life as it comes. Planning or should I say too much planning is never good. My goals in life are very simple, stay happy, try and do good work, help people whenever and wherever possible, party when you feel like it, close your doors when you want to be alone, make friends and devour books. Am I religious, maybe and maybe not. I just don't know what qualifications are needed to be religious. But I never forget my creator and my faith in Him is what keeps me going.

I am trying to learn to forgive (especially myself), to like mediocre things and not judge. I have learned to recognize my limitations and to live with them.

I just hope that after I am no more when people think about me they would remember a friend who made them happy and made them laugh. And they would say a little prayer for me.

From Board Room to Cafe Clifton

2006-07-04T22:25:00.000-07:00

Checkmate, reporting back to duty. The training is over. It was hectic but intellectually stimulating. I was in the trainer's shoes after a long time. I have been doing CS training but to have Managers as trainees is a different experience.

And do I need to say they loved me ?? (pulling my collar now) . Got an average 9 out of 10 in the final evaluation. The late sittings paid off.

The day was very long. We had an official dinner afterwards at B.B.Q tonight. I stayed back at the office to finish my daily work, answer emails and read a few blogs. And there was no light at home so it was no use going back home and sweating.

The dinner was fun. The sales managers are a hilarious bunch. When the brass left we headed for Cafe Clifton for tea. Stood there laughing our heads off. Our guests from up-country enjoyed themselves. I am half Punjabi so it feels nice to hear the Punjabi version of Urdu once in a while. A punjabi joke (and abuse) will never sound the same in any other language.

Drove home. Germany and Italy had just kicked off the semi final match. I was too pooped to stay awake and watch.

I will try and write some more today. It gives me immense happiness that my posts make people laugh or puts a smile on someone's face. There is no greater pleasure than to make someone happy.

Missed all my blog friends in the past few days. But now I am here.

P.S. I need to put up my urdu poetry blog need help in figuring out the easiest way of writing urdu script. If anyone has suggestions please let me know.

What the ........??!!

2006-06-27T21:33:00.000-07:00

A list of things and people who make me go "What the ........??!!"

You gain weight south first but loose it north first. (Murphy's law ???)
Men who hold hands in public. (and if its only 1 finger they are holding aagghh!!)
Women who start baby talk when ever they see a good looking man enter the room. (What are they trying to do attract pedophiles?)
People who still say "Mein whon na"? (Kya Ho bhai ab bata bhi do?????)
People who are like tubelights (they take forever to start)
People who are like tubelights without starters. (they.. just.. don't.. start)
Women who ask me "How did you land your husband?" (Well first I made sure the wheels were out, and the wings were straight, for HEAVEN SAKES what is he a Boeing 747?)
20 somethings who call me aunty!! (Cheeky blind apes)
Men who always finish thier sentences with "Do you understand"? (No sir, me dumb female, DUUUH, Drool Drool)
People who don't like chocolate, Whoopi Goldberg and ME!!! (You'll see how lovable I am, just let the initial shock wear off)
Bleach blonds and green contacts (My dear sisters, there is 'asian' in 'caucasian" but it's not us)
Stupid girls who scream "Allah did you get your eyebrows waxed?" (Why don't you take out a radio ad, you dumb ass)
The weighing scale (Every saturday I go WTH??)
Men who think when Allah said lower your gaze, he meant 6 inches below my face.

Note : This list will be updated regularly. Please keep visiting. Cheers !

Unwanted Attention

2006-06-24T02:31:00.000-07:00

I was just over at Inspirex's blog and he is really steamed at strangers adding him to their Orkut list. Reading that I remembered a guy who used to give me missed calls on my cell expecting me to call back (He did not even want to spend a few bucks). As I never call back on numbers I don't know so I never called him back too.

After 2 months of blank calls (he was either persistent or did not have a life). He finally decided to spend a few bucks and send me a SMS.

Him: I am Nasir from Mianwali.

I replied: I am MIAN WALI.

Silence ever since!

Lata and Rafi helped me clean my desk

2006-06-24T02:04:00.000-07:00

I am in the office. It's a my working saturday. We get alternate Saturdays off. There isn't much to do on Saturdays. I usually catch up on my reading. But today I forgot my book at home. I was thinking what should I do till 5:30. Then I decided to clean my desk, and file the mountain of paper in my in/out and all about tray. So listening to Jagjit, Lata and Kishore I have finally finished the filing and now my desk is clean.

But it's only 2:00 pm, what am I to do. I think I'll download Rafi and Asha and they can help me till 5:30.

Interview Bloopers

2006-06-21T23:32:00.000-07:00

One thing that is contastly on the rise in our company is the employee turnover. I have trained so many CS representatives that I can now recite the training material in my sleep. Due to the same reason I have had to conduct a lot of interviews. During these interviews some of the responses that I got were hilarious. Read on all of them are absolutely true. Due to the low salary structure they are all usually fresh people with no customer service experience.

Me: Why are you applying for customer service?
Reply: Because my brother said anyone get a job in Customer Serivce.
(He proved his brother wrong)

Me: What do you think a customer service department does?
Reply: It services a customer.
(Now this guy had a nack for stating the obvious)

Me: What do you know about this company?
Reply: Nothing
Me: Then why did you apply?
Reply: My father asked me to.
(I told him to send his father for the interview)

Me: What is the reason for leaving your last employment?
Reply: (Lady candidate) It was not entertaining, I used to get bored.
(Well none of my guys was ready to dance for her so I had to let her go)

Me: Why do you think you are suitable for customer serivce?
Reply: 'cus I am creative
Me: How does being creative help in CS?
Reply: 'cus I am creative
Me: Well then give me a creative reply!
Reply: Like I say I am creative.
(This guy claimed to be fluent in English too)

Me: So it says here your hobby is body building? Why just body building?
Reply: Because "chicks" like it. With a wink
( I used record number of *bleeps* in one sentence that day)

One lady came for an interview with her mother. I can maybe understand her coming to the reception. But the girl insisted that she sit in the interview too. Do I need to say more?

One pretty little thing came with her boyfriend. The boyfriend walked in (John Travolta style), informing me and the HR officer that he wanted to see if there were respectable people working here or not. His tushy was kissing the side walk before his hip could swing one more time.

One lady called me on my cell and told me that she was having trouble finding the office. I asked her where she was standing. It turned out that she was standing right across from our office. So I asked her if she could see the bungalow with our 3 signsboards on it, yes came the reply. And before I could say anything she said are you in the same bunglow? I asked her to go home.

I have enjoyed these bloopers and hope that these people wisened up before their next interview or chances are they are still unemployed.

Family and friends

2006-06-19T02:11:00.000-07:00

The past week was a blur. Furniture shopping, getting pictures framed, planning a dinner for Saturday and my son had fever. But my husband and I managed. The drawing room looked good, the food did not burn and cake was devoured shamelessly (my husband baked it) . The dinner was to celebrate my birthday (15th June) and our wedding anniversary (18th June). But most of all it was to invite friends over. The gap between get togethers is becoming longer and longer. Everyone is busy with work, family, and everything in between.

I remember when Shabbir (My husband) and I were the only ones married in the group and had not become parents yet, we used to just get up and go to our friends place anytime. We would eat, watch movies, talk, play video games all night. But things changed and so did we. Nonetheless it is comforting to know that we might not call each other every week, forget to wish each other on birthdays, and not visit in ages but we are best of friends. And we will be there when it matters most.

What a pleasure it is to have good friends.

It's my birthday ! Whohoooo!

2006-06-14T22:16:00.000-07:00

I am 30 years young today. 3 decades under the belt. I have been receiving birthday wishes from loved ones since last night. My darling hubby was the first one to wish me at 1201 am. Then my Mom, my grandma, my sister, now its my colleagues. I tried coxing my 2 1/2 year son to say happy birhtday but he refused (he's got fever so is a little cranky) E-cards are pouring in....

Like last year my staff has given me a "surprise" birhtday tea party. They brought a nice cake and goodies. They called all the managers and colleagues. They actually sang the birthday song!!! They are darlings. A very happy start to my day. A million thanks to Allah for surrounding me with such love and warmth.

Atleast ask us for tea

2006-06-13T01:17:00.000-07:00

I had an interview today. Yeh! looking for another job. The interview time was 10:30 am got there on time and waited for an hour! It's not the first time I have experienced this. Why is it that even after such progress in Human Resource sector, companies can still not manage decent interviews. They will call you one day before the interview, giving you no time to make up a good story to tell your boss. They will never tell you what post they are calling you for, I am a manager but I still have blind HR execs calling me to fill in a Call Center agents job ????. They will call you at 10:30 and make you wait till 11:30. Atleast ask us if we want tea or a glass of water.

I never have people wait when they come in for an interview. But I think it is too much to ask companies to respect other people's time. They think that if they are calling you for a job interview, you have to be desperate enough to wait as long as they please. Well somethings just take time to get better.

The customer is not always right

2006-06-12T03:36:00.000-07:00

If I have to speak to one more shi....y, braty customer today, I will blow my top. This is one of those days. Days when nothing seems to go right, and all the idiots are drawn to you like ants to honey.

I have been a customer service professional for 6 years now, and I still get ticked off by not angry but rude customers. And what takes the cake is when the customer has the I.Q. of frozen yogurt, puts on the most horrendous american accent (why don't they take their foot of their tongue before speaking) , and telling you how your company should operate. Then they will patronize you by saying 'Please don't mind" "I am sorry but". UUUUgh. And the Begum Saheb's .......... aaah the begum saheb's the biaaatches of Pakistan. They will not let you forget for one minute how things are done in US, UK, or whatever other country their husbands ship them off too.

I sometimes wonder what would be in a customer service professional's heaven. I can think up of a few

An ACD that can recognize a rude, obnoxious customer and give him an electric shock to deter him from calling again.
Head phones that go la la la la as soon as the customer shoots off profanity.
Power to put a curse on someone.
Your worst and most demanding clients all switch over to the competition
You get a gold coin everytime the customer says "I'll sue your company".
Enough budget to take out a 'supari'.
At the end of each shift you are given a full body massage.

Wouldn't this be nice! Well have to get back to work.

Hudood Ordinance

2006-05-29T03:29:00.000-07:00

Geo TV has started a campaign to help us think. Yes, now we need campaigns to even think. The issue that we are being asked to think about is Hudood Ordinance. Hadood Ordinance, a set of laws which have dragged the women of Pakistan by the hair to the darkest and remotest corner of injustice. Imagine a law which has singlehandedly, negated the laws laid down by Allah, which were practised by his Prophet Mohammad PBUH and put a plastic bag over the heads of millions of women of Pakistan.

I have not been able to follow all the programs of this series on GEO TV, but the parts of discussion that I have seen are frustrating and eye opening at the same time. Why I say frustrating is because I see the learned scholars, Muftis, Ulema and Drs. sitting there and everyone of them confessing that there is a flaw in the Huddod Oridnance. The flaw is greatest where consentual sex and rape are given under the same branch of law. The requirement of witnesses is the same. Can any sane or insane person explain to me how 4 pious, practising muslim men can stand around and let a man rape a woman??

Our jails are full of women, teenage girls who have been raped and were booked under the Zina law when they could not hide their pregnancies. They are not waiting for their cases to be heard, because there is no one to hear them. Nobody cares if they rot, as long as they are in full hijab.

The clergy is ready to board trains and have million men marches if the women of Pakistan try to run a marathon but they will not even lift a finger to correct the mistake that they or the likes of them made when Hudood ordinance was made. They are the ones who were advising the General when he was drunk on power and thought of himself as the amir of the Muslim ummah. It is the responsibilty of the clergy to right this wrong. Our I swear I and millions of women will grab their collars on the day of jugdement. So help us God.

Why this name?

2006-05-12T02:34:00.000-07:00

When I was thinking of a name for my blog, I was stumped for a few minutes. What name should I choose? It was not easy because this name would be my identity. After all this blog is what I am. Then I thought why did I want to create a blog. Maybe I am looking for a little space for my mind to wander and play. And also to share this space with any woman or man who wants to come and join in. Then why woman's world and not man's world? Well because I am a woman and in this so called man's world, I want a little piece for myself. And also because I will write and create with a woman's point of view.

Most of all I want this space to flex my creative muscles and get in touch with my artistic self. In all the din I want a quite corner to think, create and share.