G20-Need I Say More?

Toronto. Almost a synonym for peace. Having grown up here all my life, I do love every bit of it. But au contraire to what people would imagine, I have never felt my self develop the sense of patriotism some seem to have.

The past weekend of the G20 summit though, my heart went out to the city. I had never imagined Toronto being a hub for such a degree of violence and destruction. A little disgusting to watch the endless hours of newscasts featuring shattered windows and broken mannequins. I just failed to compehend the connection between destroying small businesses and getting your word of "protest" heard.

Protest is healthy. Necessary even. A right in a democracy. But my question is, if one does not have a reason to protest about, just an excess amount of supressed energy ready to be expressed, why not hit the gym and punch a few boxing bags?

So..."hungry for violence" folks overtook the well intended protests of real protesters. Police trained to protect the city became the villains. An enormous amount of money was spent on a "lake" (like seriously!). To top it off, a whole lot of wealthy polticians had a great weekend and departed, leaving the city with one of the most violent events in decades.

Very much uninterested in politics, just wanted to say...G20 weekend did not make me swoosh!

xo,
-M

"A (Floral) Photo Story"

These wonderful vibrant images are the delightful flowers in my garden.

Though I do not take a particular interest in gardening myself, I do

see my father pick and choose every single plant and flower

to adorn our garden in the summer sunshine.

A breezy walk, some sunshine and lot's of colours-sometime it's closer to you than you think.

Look around and swoosh!

xo,

-M

Swoosh? What?

I have been using the term swoosh and will continue.
What does it mean?
It's a word I made...it means to

take your breath away/make you so happy/make you want to dance

...quite multipurpose n'est ce pas?

Where to Begin?

Who Am I?

My name is Madiha. An Arabic name meaning "to praise". Hailing from South Asia, born in the Middle East, grown up in North America, aspiring to experience the whole world.

Here I am. By starting this blog, I have joined the ever growing bandwagon of bloggers all over the world. I thought it through. I did. I want to share my thoughts. But on what?

I love fashion. I love food. I love art.

I have an endearing love for mindless television programming, yet appreciate films that take over one's existence.

I travel from era to era from family to family from city to city with the endless train of books I indulge in.

So what is it that I should write about? Why be bound to write about one specific aspect, why not anything and everything? My aim is not to make a point-only to bring out the nuances here and there which we overlook and have some fun.

I never called myself a writer. An amateur at most. But I am a thinker. An observer. I would love for you all to see the world through my rosy glasses!

To sign off, Marilyn Monroe once said,
"If I had followed all the rules, I wouldn't have gotten anywhere". So let's just assemble our own rules and swoosh!

xo,
-M