Winter Favorites!

Unlike the Starks who fear the advent of winter, I welcome it each year open- heartedly and why not? It is my favorite time of the year after all! I suffer with an OCD when it comes to my liking towards the cold- but hey, it doesn’t go on to define that my nature is so. I’m known to be a pretty warm person (modesty anyone?!)

With the recent reports from the world’s four most important meteorological departments stating that 2014 was by far the hottest year ever recorded here in India, I cannot help but anticipate how much hotter the summer of 2015 might get. If I think about Summer 2014, I am most likely to start perspiring profusely and melt just by the thought of it. I so do not want the cold to pave way for the warm breezes anytime soon.

It’s a little over mid- January and another month before winter bids adieu to all of us here in Hyderabad but the missing has already begun on a personal level. Sigh.The mercury levels have started rising sharply by the day though the nights are still icy cold. Well, seasons don’t change according to my will so I’d rather stop cribbing about it (ok I’m going to cry- not!). Anyways, here are a few of my favorites I indulge in during the cold.

1) Socks – polka dotted, striped, monochrome, ankle-length, knee- length, vibrant or plain- a pair of chic warm socks are all I need for my cold feet all the time- indoors or outdoors.


2) Scarves – They serve 2 major purposes – keep my head warm and at the same time are all the accessorising my winter outfits need. .


3) Coffee – Ever wondered why a mug of hot cocoa or a sizzling hot latte tastes more delicious on frozen mornings and chilly evenings?! I do. And I am grateful for this blessing. ❤

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4) Lip balms and moisturisers – I cannot do without them. The dry, cracked skin needs its share of ample care and repair.


5) Sweaters, hoodies, jackets – Let not the freezing cold stop you from being fashionable and stylish!


6) Books – Winter is the perrrfect time to indulge in some reading (and I’m not talking about my course books fgs). I’m an avid reader and winters somehow set the cosy ambience I need for reading and falling asleep as I do. Pillow. Blanket. Coffee. Book. Check!


7) Short days and long nights – Cosiest sleep under my blanket. Winters are THE best times to catch on those extra zzzzzzzs, isn’t it? 😀

8) The beautiful night sky in winters is unexplainable. Really ya!

9) Ice- cream and BBQed food – A bowl of vanilla ice-cream compliments the dropping mercury surprisingly well! Who needs a reason and a season to enjoy good food? (Not me).


10) Last but not the least – The Snow – Although it never snows in Hyderabad, I really wish I could build an Olaf for myself. 😦


So here was a little list of my winter favorites. Winters are special to me for a lot of reasons unkown to me – I can’t really come to a conclusion as to why I love this frozen period so much but I sure as hell enjoy it to the T. I think I will go catch on my zzzzzzs now as it has been a long and a tiring day with my course books (please wish me luck for my exams). And oh- Have a happy winter folks!

To infinity and back,

Maliha Taqui


Short Story #2 – The Memory Will Never Die!


He woke up to the annoying snooze of the alarm on a chilly winter morning. Isn’t it vile to have been awakened when the most brilliant phase of your dream cycle is about to gain momentum?! Squinting, he reached out for the daisy-faced alarm clock bouncing insanely on the side table aligned to the wall next to his brown poster bed and put it to rest. It beeped a 10:30 AM. The alarm had been snoozing away for a good 2 and a half hours, he made a mental comment. He twisted and turned in his warm sheets trying to get back to the deep slumber he was so cruelly woken up from, but couldn’t.

His thoughts raced quickly in his mind, flipping through his working memory to recall what he had perceived just minutes ago. He was sure it was her. No. Yes it was her he reassured himself. She was standing beneath the blue sky, smiling at him, her arms wide open- beckoning to him and he had begun to move in her direction and was barely an inch away from her face when the vicious buzzing alarmed him. A brief smile spread across his face and disappeared as quickly as it had come. He lay there staring at the ceiling for a long time, reminiscing how her eyes, her beautiful face, her sweet words had cast an unbreakable spell on him and to his own surprise, a tear trickled down his right cheek and he involuntarily wiped it off as though embarrassed. Men are strong, he sighed. He looked at the daisy clock again and this time it struck a 12:05 PM.

Switching his gaze to the enormous window on the left, he noticed the golden beams attempting to tear through the smooth silk of the chocolate curtains. He was horribly late for work. Just as he consistently was for the entire week before and the one preceding it. I will remember to set the alarm for an hour earlier tomorrow, he made a mental note nonchalantly. He rose up unwillingly from his bed, rubbing his palms together softly, walked weakly towards the windows and drew the curtains apart. The bright light blinded him for a millisecond. The sun was high up on the horizon but the wind was still cold and dry.Quietly contemplating his thoughts, he soaked in the warmth of the sun. His handsome face shone like a pearl in the golden beams but if one looked at him with more concern he would point out that it was studded with sorrow.

He recalled his last winter with her- it was one of the best winters of his life and her presence had added a beautiful meaning to it. He had fallen in love with her perks- he adored how she rose into fits of rage when he didn’t make it to dinner on time citing work issues, her uncontrollable laughter when he humored her through his silly faces and bad jokes, her endless faith in him, her innocent dreams of riding the rainbow on a unicorn, her too-much-for-her-age wisdom and advise he could never do without, the way she ridiculed him when he sang like a wounded moose, the way she passionately read to him and the way she dozed off when he read for her on frozen days like these, how she snuggled upto him when she felt blue and instantly lightened up with chocolate ice cream in her stomach, or how she comforted him with her smile when he was sad and the way she lit up his day just by being a part of it. He could write a book with umpteen sequels on her-  that was how much he knew her, that is how much he loved her.

It was 1:30 PM now. He hadn’t showered for days he realized. He entered the king sized bathroom and the hot tub. As he showered he loosened his reigns over his tears and they came gushing through his eyes- hot and endless. For the first time in many days, he found his emotions running him down. He made no effort to fight the running stream- he just couldn’t. It was all too much to come to terms to- his loss. The past weeks had gone by struggling to cope with it but today there was no struggle. His throat felt dry and his stomach was in knots- he couldn’t bear it no more and he let out a piercing cry. And wept till he could cry no more.

At half past two, he came out of his room wearing the gray tee shirt she had gifted him on the Christmas of last winter and a pair of blue denim jeans. He refused to part from it on days that he stayed indoors, avoiding all possible social contact. He headed straight to the room on the right as he climbed down the spiral staircase. He stood near the door gaping at the unkempt room that belonged to his daughter. He picked up the mess as he walked in, frowning and murmuring to himself, “She wouldn’t have liked this mess at all. At all. At all,” as he went about this chore. He then came to the desk laden with piles of untouched homework and books against the yellow wall and could not help but take a look at the pictures hanging on the wall.

Yellow was his wife’s favourite colour. “Yellow was her favourite colour,” he remembered. Staring intently, he took the picture with the thickest frame off the wall and studied it. The faces in the photograph were smiling- he, his cute little daughter clutching onto his arm and his pretty wife. How he longed to see her lovely face again. He knew that he could not. For she was far out of his reach, beyond anybody’s reach, up above in the Heavens watching over him- she was his guardian angel now. Her last words had been “He is the best man in the whole wide world and you were so wrong about him,” to her estranged mother and “I always had a lovely time with you Daddy. I love you,” to him, as she lost her battle to a terminal illness. His fingers moved over his daughter’s face in the picture and he sighed in muffled pain, “I love you Sarah. Daddy misses you. Your memory will never die!”

The End.

To infinity and back,

Maliha Taqui

Later is Now!


“I will do it today”, said none of us- ever! If you still haven’t figured out the subject of today’s post, i’m going to give you a little hint- it is a state of yours where you’d rather spend hours in bed after opening your eyes updating your Facebook / Instagram / Twitter, check out that sale upto 50% off at the nearest mall, molest the joysticks of your PlayStation, binge watch Game of Thrones or sip on that sizzling mocha at the new Starbucks in town (the list is endless), than finish your pending task(s) at hand. Yes, you are right. I’m talking about the chronic procrastination we all invariably suffer from.

Procrastination is the reason why that room you thought of cleaning after your cousin’s wedding is still a mess, the preparation for that examination ten days away (as is my case) still hasn’t commenced, that presentation you were to submit to your boss still isn’t ready, that fitness regime you were going to start off with is still on the papers, that cross-trainer you bought for the same purpose is covered in dust, and those six pack abs under construction are well, still under construction- and also why I am unforgivably late in updating the blog from the past few days.

I’m quite amazed at how this fits everyone of us and wonder what makes us procrastinate so much?! It’s ironic how the jobs consuming most of our time and concentration and requiring top-notch priority are put off to a later time and then we panic as though we are at World’s end as the deadline draws near. If it’s the simple pleasure of indulging in our desires that gives us instant happiness, the monotony of the job, tendency to get bored easily, lack of interest/excitement, plain laziness or the undying faith in the fact that man works better under pressure- I’m not sure.


So what’s the actual problem you ask?! In simple words it is that the early bird catches the worm and you’d rather be the one that rises late, generously letting the bird catch it, being satisfied with the little left overs if in case, there are any worms left, or worse – if YOU remain to see the light of day.

A man without passion and a drive to achieve something is as good as an aimless animal! I strongly believe that in order to get something done a.k.a be successful, you have to pull those socks up and shrug off the laziness parasitising your creative emotion and purpose so that you deliver nothing less than your potential. Like all things fine, the price of success only inflates with each climb of the ladder. That price my friends is constant hard work and a hungry desperation to emerge a winner in your own eyes.

This is not a subject of World Peace which I’m going to blow out of proportion. In fact, it’s just a ‘thought fuel’ to get your engines of will power and determination charged to run in steady speed towards your destination. I have fallen prey to this monstrous laziness often and with time and increasing responsibilities towards my goals, I have realized that intelligent planning and time management could actually lessen the unwanted delays. All I’m implying is that you learn to prioritize your goals each day- starting with the ones requiring immediate attention so that you are left with an ample amount of time to spend in recreation without your deadlines haunting you.

Scientists have deemed the youth of 21st Century, ‘lazier than their ancestors’ and let us face it, we are generally- pathetically lazy(especially we Indians). No, it is not as cool as we think it makes us. To all those swearing by laziness, trust me there is nothing more to it than low productivity, wastage of precious time, a goal-lag and an increasing risk to a variety of complex diseases- obesity, congestive heart disease, et al. The fruits of your labor can be enjoyed to no end but remember that it is the labor that yields the fruits.

Someone once said,

“Hard work never killed anyone but why take a chance!”

I bet there’s nothing in history that has been taken so literally.
The next time you wish to delay things, make sure the first thing you check off your list is procrastination itself! Because, Later is NOW!


To infinity and back,

Maliha Taqui.

Stand up! Live Again!

Very often in our happy lives, occur bouts of sorrow, failure, loss and misery which render us off guard (whatever the reason there might be) leaving us with no specific direction to traverse this long journey called Life. It seems as though the Fates are against us and no matter how much you lament about the cruelty of Time, your helplessness in such moments doesn’t cease to exist. In fact, broken-ness as this condition of man is infamously called, slowly spreads like poison, mutilating your mental capacity, gradually destroying your hope which is not healthy for your well being.

Even the strongest of us have yielded to this toxic poison called Sorrow in some way or the other. Now, not everyone is perfectly capable of combating it successfully and not everybody deals with it in the same way. Some camouflage it while some wear their emotions on their sleeve while others laugh it off. But sometimes, all a person mostly requires is motivation to get through such testing waters no matter what, where, how or who it comes from. A little motivation goes a long way in dealing with the ups and downs of life, especially the lows.

Owing to my tendency of writing what I feel, here’s a little something which comes straight from the heart and hopefully serves my purpose for today – Motivation.

Stand up and live again

For you may not have another day

‘Cause even if you are in pain

Life goes on and that’s the way.

Let it rain some other day

Don’t say ‘I tried but in vain’

To heal the wounds find a way

For time is a speeding train.

Bury deep regret and sorrow

Crawl out of those gloomy lanes

Wake up to a new tomorrow

And take hold of your life’s reigns.

Pledge to be happy today

Kind and cheerful- be your best

Let smile be the price you pay

And to the Almighty, leave the rest.

Pick up the pieces and stand again

Let the tears get washed away

And everything that made them drain

Never again, let ’em find your way.

Life has its lows and highs

And without pausing,we ought to go

Not many would hear our muffled cries

So build up hope, rather than woe.

Don’t hold onto your weary past

Believe that someday you’ll find

A part of you, you thought was lost

A healed you, in the course of time.

‘Cause there is someone watching you over

Reading your heart and mind

There is something He demands however

In Him your faith and trust blind.

So pick up your broken self

In His love lies your gain

Just know that He wants you to

Stand Up And Live Again!

“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. the most certain way to succeed is to just try one more time.” – Thomas Alva Edison

Until next time,

To infinity and back,

Maliha Taqui

Short Story #1 – The Assassin

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Ten short quick steps brought him to the other side of the room. There was a sound of breaking glass. In a moment he had jumped out of the window. The window, Clarke realized, opened into an empty street. Another bullet missed his right ear by a mere inch. He got on his feet, brushed his dark suit , glanced at the mafia men over his shoulders insanely firing at him from the window above and dodging the rain of bullets, he disappeared round a corner. He would now scurry to the docks where his ferry awaited him.

The life of Clarke Davies, better known by the code name – Agent 21, was a journey that imperiled his own life and seemingly of those associated with him. Once an assassin is deemed habituated to killing, there are not many options- how could his existence be facile?! The way he mercilessly butchered this man an hour ago, was in his estimation the most vicious murder he had ever committed. Clarke undertook all his gruesome missions under the cloak-name Agent Twenty One. Back in London, his remaining family was blissfully unaware that their man of the house  who they unconditionally loved, was in all truth, a brutal, ruthless murderer (a.k.a- a hit-man).

Davies provided services to a secret agency of the underworld, for wages enough for an entire generation of his family to lead a fine life of luxury and benefits- but the monetary gains never seemed to make any difference to him. The Agency was headed by a very powerful man, Clarke had heard but even after working for him since five long years, he was not faintly acquainted with his boss. He received details of his gory adventures in mysterious packages delivered at his home at odd hours after nightfall, and he had to set off on his enterprise on the fixed date and hour leading him to prevaricate to his unsuspecting hemiplegic father and a widowed sister.

Clarke wasn’t in the least bit like this before- he had been a happy chap, living a normal and a free life but a heart-rending, soul- wrenching event changed him, inducing in him the spirits of hatred and vengeance for all those who were responsible for the anguish he had undergone. His thirst for revenge brought on his record, five appalling murders. Taking advantage of this vulnerable and vengeance-driven indomitable man, the Agency Head compelled him to sign the contract and in return promised to provide him ‘safety’ from the Law. Signing the contract was inevitable those five years back since there was another underlying threat to his family posed by none other than his boss. Hoping that his new job might guarantee the safety of his family, he decided to never look back.

Hence, five years into the future, everyone in the underworld  identified him as Agent 21- an accomplished rifle shooter, effortless with ballers and a fearless Assassin. 

Clarke reflected on his life in the past five years, as he kept running ahead of and dodging the mafia men who were following him like mad bulls. He was suddenly tired of this life- he felt sick on seeing his blood-stained hands which had mercilessly taken dozens of lives- some innocent, some cruel. The men chasing him worked for a mafia don who he had recently put to permanent sleep. The murder scene refused to fade away from his memory. He had axed the head of the man before his family- the helpless innocent faces for the first time in five years melted his frozen heart. The weeping frightened eyes of the Don’s youngest daughter reminded him of his own son who was slain years ago by men akin to Clarke in their actions. He realized the malice of his deed as he turned a corner and reached the docks where his ferry waited for him. Two short jumps and he would be in his ferry and make his escape from the mafia men.

To the astonishment of the man waiting for him in the ferry, he suddenly stopped running. He came to terms with the fact that the life as an assassin never brought him peace, that it made him less of a human every passing day, that revenge was not sweet and murders could never be justified- neither his wife and son’s murders five years ago nor the murder of that little girl’s father this very evening. As he opened his eyes now filled with tears, the boatman of the ferry signaled him to jump in. He breathed a heavy breath, nodded his head side ways, turned to face the mafia men (now advancing towards him even more quickly), raised his left hand back so as to signal the ferry to be off. When the motor inside the ferry began to throb, it faintly disguised the sound of a dozen bullet shots that pierced the body of Clarke Davies.


The End.

P.S. – This was written way back in 10th standard by me but i have altered a few details.The main lead of this story is roughly inspired from a character in a video game I used to enjoy playing a lot when young. I hope you enjoyed reading it. Appreciation or criticism is welcome in the comments sections. (:

To infinity and back,

Maliha Taqui



Blaring horns! Cars, buses and auto-rickshaws queuing in one after the other, dropping passengers and scurrying away to the whistles of the traffic policeman, the noise pollution at and around Nampally, this time of the year is insane. People of all ages and cultures push and shove past each other, making their way to the ticket counters. A family walks in laughing and chattering-there’s a cheery smile on the lips of their 7 year old; a bunch of noisy women head towards the beautiful Lucknowi cloth stalls; whereas young girls giggle and make their way towards the Kashmiri jewellery stores; a 5 year old boy pulls and tugs at his father pointing hungrily at a shiny red car at display at a toy stall; further behind them an old man lifts his grand son over his shoulders so that he gets a better view of the exquisite Exhibition grounds. A scene so recognizable!

It’s that time of the year friends when apna Hyderabadi crowd goes berserk over the annual and one of the leading Consumer Goods Exhibition tentatively called Numaish. This year Numaish turns 75 years old- still as charming and fascinating and glorious as ever.If you are a Hyderabadi, the chances of you missing out on these 45 days (January 1st to February 12th) of excitement is almost null and I see no reason why you should miss out on it – it’s one of the finest examples of a desi carnival.

The 75th All India Industrial Exhibition promises you a cultural extravaganza of food, shopping and fun from all over India for all sections of the society. Recently, I made my yearly, mandatory trip to the exhibition and in this issue of The ParaDoc’s Error, i’m going to list out what’s in store for you at Numaish- 2015.

1) The Food

With appetizing Bade Miyan’s Kebabs, mouth-watering chaat at Gokul and Bombay Chaat waalas, the scrumptious world-famous haleem from Pista House, gluttony is a sin one tends to indulge in guiltless-ly. Apart from the fore-mentioned, you have ice-creams, frankies, sugar candies, popcorn, noodles, fresh sugar cane juice et cetera to binge on.

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2) Clothes- From Lucknowi kurtas to Kashmiri kaftans, from scarves, stoles and shawls to A- line ‘Anarkali’ frocks, dress materials to fur coats, you are spoiled for choice. They come in vibrant colors and do not burn a hole in your pocket. P.S. Don’t be embarrassed to bargain. 😉



3) Jewellery and Accessories

Kashmiri jewellery is the fore-runner in this department from years. The collection is exquisite. From pretty rings, danglers, studs, chains to colorful stones and chokers, there is plenty of choice. Prices may range from as low as 100 INR to 23,000 INR. Apart from the Kashmiri stores, are the less pricey artificial jewellery stores showcasing an array of colorful bangles, hand cuffs, cute hair clips and hair bands among others.

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4) The Rides

What is a carnival without those rides?! Drab and dull of course. There’s the Columbus (the to and fro rocking air-ship) and the rotating Cups and Saucers to precipitate an attack of vertigo. The one ride you shouldn’t miss is the 360 degrees ‘Ranger’ which is thrilling and exciting. That said, this area does lack in some aspects to be honest. The frisbee is a bore and so is the age-old Giant Wheel. For the kids, there are merry- go- rounds and a miniature giant wheel.

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5) Others

This category features gifts,toy shops, leather bags, footwear, beauty and home accessories, design and lifestyle articles, tableware and kitchenware,floristry, books, handicrafts, art products,fun and play stalls, souvenirs, seasonal goods, dry fruits, handicrafts and all top branded electronics from all over India. There are stalls set up by the Telangana Tourism department also.

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The beauty at the exhibition grounds reaches its peak especially after sunset when it’s lit up by colorful neon lights.The traffic is a turn off but the good time you have at the carnival compensates for it. With the entry fee priced at a mere 20 INR per head I don’t see why there’s any excuse for any of us to not attend Numaish 2015. With this post, I hope to have covered all major and minor aspects at the Exhibition.

So “Have you been to Numaish 2015 lately?”

To infinity and back,

Maliha Taqui.

Mission: Own 2015!


It’s 2015. YES! The past week a lot of you have been ringing in on the New Year celebrations and resolutions except me – the reason being me running a marathon of examinations.And as i rant about my super boring exam schedules, I realize that I haven’t officially wished you all yet(which I should have done in the previous post). Many apologies folks. So yes: I deeply wish that all of us are blessed with a promising and a larger-than-life 2015. And a year worth cherishing for all of the days to come.

After the official ‘wishing, it’s now time for the annual,mandatory and the fun part- ‘resolution-making’. Now now,we very well know how good we are at keeping our resolutions.But we still do make them,don’t we? And we should. It lets us reflect on our past short-comings,our achievements, things we should have done, things we should not have done, regrets, pleasures – everything.

Here’s a quick mix of things that I think we all should make an effort to do in 2015.

    1. Begin with a handful of short-term, attainable goals. And take steady, consistent steps towards them. You’re no super hero. So don’t hasten or give up too soon. The fruits of patience are the ripest.
    2. Live healthy! Sleep well. Eat well (No starving. Just stay fit).             Look good=Feel good!stock-footage-a-person-jogging
    3. Why so serious?! Smile. Learn to laugh at yourself and be positive. A smile a day keeps those wrinkles
    4. PRAY. PRAY. PRAY. A LOT (Not just when you need something but to thank the Creator for blessing you with things someone somewhere else is waiting and craving for).6a00d8341bffb053ef0120a5a35010970b-800wi
    5. Enjoy the little things. An early morning jog, a dance in the rain, croon to the melodies you love, fall down, get back up, victory dance on acing your test, root for your favorite team, cuddle your pets, share hugs and sleep your worries away.Happy group of friends, family with dog and cat jumping together
    6. No more waiting. Do what makes you happy (probably the most cliched one). Just Do It. (No I’m not promoting Nike).images
    7. Do charity, even if little.Remember, quality supersedes quantity.You might just become a hero in someone’s life. Don’t underestimate kindness and compassion.LOC3
    8. Amendments! Forgive those friends and relatives for letting you down. Apologise where you should. Release that negativity. ‘Cause grudges are toxic to your own mental health.104849497544201735_c1ci9jiw_c
    9. Learn something new. (Baking is on my list this year, what’s on yours?!). daniellehunter-try-something-new
    10. Family >>> World! ALWAYS! There will be times in ALL our lives(with no exceptions whatsoever) when nobody will stand by you except the parents who gave you life and the siblings you are related by blood with. So make it a point to spend more time with them. And put your cell phone/tablet/ laptop away while you do so.family_guy_thumb

Ultimately, make 2015 one of the most brightest years of your life. Because,

“It’s not the years in your life that count, but the ‘life’ in your years that does.”

To infinity and back,

Maliha Taqui.