Friday 24 August 2012

Cringing as I type!



My tutor asked me to write a blog about ME... so I thought I'd post it on here too.  I don't particularly like writing about myself because I think it has that 'cringe-factor' about it.  Anyway here goes....

My Story…. so far.
My name is Asma Begum.   I was born and have spent my whole life in London. My parents are of Bangladeshi descent and immigrated to the UK in the 1970’s. I have been bought up in a humble and hardworking family and in turn it has made me very appreciative of life and what it brings. I have one sister and two brothers and I am the youngest. I am bubbly, friendly and a well grounded individual.  I have lived in the east end of London all my life.  I love the fact that it is rich in culture, creativity and has a wealth of history.  When I think of London; I think of a multi-cultural, fast paced, metropolitan city. London has its mixture of high-rise buildings, listed buildings, Victorian town houses and run down tower blocks.  On one hand you have Canary Wharf which is situated in the heart of London’ east end.  It is a haven for corporate offices and high end shops, restaurants and cafés which are not too far from home.

1938 London Underground Map
On the other hand, if you delve deeper into the cobble street you also have the beautiful architectures of Victorian houses and old town halls to admire.  I especially love the experience of the bustling culture and vibrancy of Spitalfields’ market where I spent most of my childhood years and still visit now.  Likewise I love the hidden treasures and vintage charm of Camden Market and Covent Garden.  These places make me feel proud to be a Londoner and keeps me grounded in a fast-paced city.
1999 London Underground Map



I am currently studying Media and Creative Industries and the subjects which I have chosen are Journalism, Creative Writing and Theatre Studies.  Previous to attending UEL Docklands; I have worked in a number of jobs; from fast-food at McDonalds during my college years (which also helped pay for driving lessons) to working in a flagship retail store in bustling Oxford Street and survey work on foot, which I gained invaluable experience from.  I gradually worked my way up to a senior managerial role in retail administration field whilst working part-time and studying at university.  In 2001 I dropped my university studies as at the time an opportunity for promotion was offered to me at my workplace which I took on.


A few years later I got married and not long after I had a baby! I was enjoying motherhood so took a year-long break from work.  At the same time I was living like a nomad, renting here and there.  It was difficult moving place to place with a baby and it was a terrible time for me, but I had to dust off my shoulders and continue. When my child turned one I went back to work. It wasn’t easy as any mother would know but I always had this drive to keep mentally motivated and challenged.  My experience in the field of Administration and having studied Business Administration at university in year one landed me in a job in Administration with the NHS/Metropolitan Police.  I worked for a sexual assault referral centre as Administrator/PA.  Initially the work involved was difficult but I had to learn to become thick-skinned and professional at my work. I worked there for several years until I decided to have another baby.  I worked through my pregnancy as I had done before with my first child.  Unfortunately my second child was born with a congenital heart disease and had special needs requiring my 24/7 attention.  I went on maternity leave and then on a two year career break.  I knew I could not exhaust any more time off from work to care for my chronically ill child so had no option but to resign.   My resignation was emotional and so was the job.  It took a toll on me and I needed a change of scene.  Although I was really hardworking, organised and efficient at my administrative job; it was something that I was ‘good at’ but was not necessarily what I ‘enjoyed’ doing.  
The realisation of wanting to do something I enjoyed and not just something I was good at came to me during long hospital stays and the sleepless nights at home.  It got me pondering how I could draw on my experiences in life.  I knew what I went through whether good or bad made me who I am today.  I knew I had a story to tell hence I turned to writing.  I had always kept a diary from childhood as far back as I could remember!  In my spare time I would write down my thoughts in a notebook.  I eventually started my own blog writing articles, general matters and poems. In the meanwhile my youngest child grew older and began to thrive and seem more well within herself.  She now attends a special needs school which she loves. I found I had more and more time to myself. I just could not be a full-time mum, housewife; I became restless. I was in the mind-set to do something; to achieve, to follow my dreams… wherever it may take me.

I decided to go back to studying and now I contemplate that this move to go back to university and to finish my degree has been the best decision yet.  I do not regret leaving my studies 10 years ago because I would have just probably been stuck doing admin because that’s all I would know and have not known any different.  
So here I am following my heart and passion for writing.   Whether it is journalism, writing or screenwriting I choose to do; I am hopeful furthering my studies will equip me with the skills, knowledge and experience needed to follow my dreams.






Wednesday 22 August 2012

My MICROWAVE has gone kaput after 7 years!!!

My microwave has gone kaput after 7 years!  So I would like to take this moment to think a while, pay my respects and appreciation of an amazing invention of mankind!

Dear Microwave,

We go back a long time.  You were gleaming and shiny when I first brought you home and against the other kitchen appliances you had the pride of place on the counter top.

You have been with me through thick and thin.  There’s been difficult times like that stubborn jacket potato which had you working overtime and there’s been easier times like the croissant that just took a couple of seconds of your tender time to warm.

You have performed against the odds; you coped through birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings, dinner parties and more. You never wanted anything in return apart from a gentle lemon-wash cleaning now and then.

You have given food a temporary home, consoled them and warmed them up before they were devoured.

You never wasted any time in making popcorn and always ‘dinged’ on time before the movie started.

You were there for the late night hot chocolate which eased me and the kids to bed and you never failed to step up to warm the wheat bag when I was ill or had a tummy ache.

Now…… you have done your fair share of hard work and everything has taken a toll on you…but one thing I must say..... WHAT A WAY TO GO!!!! With a display of ***FIREWORKS AND SPARKS!***

You will never be forgotten! :)

Poem by Asma Begum





I wasn't hibernating... Honest!

OK... I know what you my be thinking? Why the cold shoulder? Am I a gone into hibernation? Summer and winter went and gone not even a sound of keyboard creativity! Earthquakes, tsunami, floods, wars, riots but no recent posts!?!  The real reason is I... I... I am suffering from a rare psychological disorder called the 'extended' (guilty as charged, too busy with life, no time to blog) Writer's Block.   Not it's not made up - it's true!  Sometime it's referred as TBATT Syndrome. (Too Busy All The Time)! 

I apologise for my unexplained disappearace.... so let me update you in a nut shell.  

In 2010; I moved to my new home, so was fixing things, decorating, buying furnishings and the highlight of my chores - assembling a flat-packed 20 piece metal shed from Argos.... Lovely! ...Oh did I mention I was assembling this shed with the help of three (think they know-it-all) clueless men!

The bleeding shed took a whole day to put up!  There was so many parts, nuts and bolts - that initially when we unboxed the parts - we though we were assembling a space craft in the back garden not a shed at all!  Anyways; I leave the blokes for 2 minutes (2 minutes I tell ya!) to put the kettle on for a brew and they decide to disregard the manual and go with their man-brains and ego!  I warned them that they will regret not following the instructions but their man-ness and ability to solve problem was under severe scutiny so they had to save their man-hood.  The sheer competition amongst them - it was like seeing three cavemen fighting over some meat!  "Calm down, calm down....it's a shed guys!"

As you know many months passed and I was adjusting to my new home.  Niggling problems here and there and some cracks began to show (literally).  The school run were hard too as my girls attended two different schools and it didn't help that my home was situated in a 'no through road' street! After resigning from work in 2010 - I pursued some of my hobbies and interest; doing arts and crafts, sewing, writing, jogging and cycling, but still wanted to excel and push myself more.

In 2011 I siked myself to go back to studying part-time.  I was thinking about it a few months but finally made the plunge in Sept 2011 (narrowly missing the 9k fees)....wooohooo!  So 10 odd years later I got on the band wagon (again) but this time tried to style it out like I knew what I was doing or where I was going!  Boy, was I wrong; your brains just doesn't absorb information and direction as quick as it does than when you are young and of prime study age!

Mature Student... who me??? Nah...I'm 21.... Youthful, cool and hip I am! ...oh yes I am!  OK... after miserably failing to 'act' young and bust a few slang terms; my cover-up was looking bleak.  You know I can't lie at all to save my life and with the blabber mouth that I am; before I knew it I was telling everyone my life story, my marital status, how many kids I have ....and last but not least my AGE!!!! "I'm 29" - I often said in a quiet, muffled voice.

In the first ice-breakers exercise when we were meeting fellow students; we were going round the table asking everyone about their age.  Some were 19 (uni-virgins and on the academic roll).  Some in their early 20's (the 'gap yearers, and not so sure what I'm doing with my lifers'), and then the 25+ students or the 'mature students' as most universities like to call it!  I interpret the Mature Students as either the 'did it all beforers and screwed it upers' or the 'did it; done it and brought the t-shirters but actually want to do something I enjoyers'!  I like to catergorise myself as in the latter type of students.

In 2012, still a student fortunately and done really well in all my modules if I say so myself.  This studying larky is so much fun and motivating. Never thought I would say this now let alone when I was 19. Ppfftt! If I had prodded along at univeristy 10 years ago doing a pointless degree I would pretty much be nowhere.  I have gained a wealth of experience and skill in my 10 years and I do not regret leaving my studies first time round.  I look at it this way - now I know what I want to do whereas 10 years ago I was misguided and lost.  It's true what the say with age you get wiser and you have more patience.  Don't get me wrong I'm not an old fuddy duddy ready to pack in and get the knitting needles out and winge about the youth... (although I do that now....the knitting that is, not the winging!)  Hey knitting is hip...now we've had a 'make do and mend' revolution all over again. Where have you been?

Anywho another significant thing has happened to me in ealrly 2012.  After much struggle with myself I decided to wear the hijab (headscarf).  I've had many sleepless night over this and the decison to wear a headscarf was not an easy one.  It was not so much that fact of covering my hair or my die-hard love for earings that was a problem but it was the responsibilty that came with it.   What it represented.  You can just as well be a praticing  good muslim, observe you fast, prayers, pay zakat, do good deeds etc without a headscarf as I had done before but I believe by wearing a headscarf it puts you in the frame of mind more. Allah (God) does not judge according to your body and appearance but looks into your hearts and good deeds. Saying by the Prophet, Muhammad [pbuh]

I must emphasize no one forced me... I just had this need to wear it.  I haven't changed as a person as such.  I'm still the same me in body and mind but a bit more spiritual.  Like how a doctor or nurse wears a uniform to perform their job; I too wear a hijab to perform my job in this life as a muslim human being.  It keeps me in the frame of mind and I have never felt happier and enlightened.

Oh almost forgot, it was my 10th wedding anniversary this year, so was the Queen's Diamond Jubilee and the 2012 Olympics.  Also went to Malaga, Spain in April which was fabulous!  The first holiday abroad with my little poorly girl which is a huge milestone for us. Also went to a residential in June with my family and neices. All in all an eventful year!  Ramadan has just finished and it has been 2 years in my humble abode which I call home.  Enjoying the summer and whatever is left of it with my two beautiful girls and hubby who is not so beautiful and rightly so otherwise I would be a tad worried and jealous! 

I shall love you and leave you and hope you can forgive me for being TBATT (Too Busy All The Time!)...until next time! x