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Mumma!!! I just killed a Cactus…


If Freddie Mercury has seen my garden before he sang Bohemian Rhapsody his lyrics could have been about a dead cactus rather than him declaring to his mother about killing a man.

You know how they say certain family traits skips a generation.  Well it certainly did when it came to my gardening skills.  Well a few more things could be added to that, sewing, knitting and other artistic skills.  My mother is a queen of all trades and I am master of none.  My mum has the ability to grow things out of nothing while I manage to kill a fully grown plant.

I am scientist’s daughter and I believe that I am trying to prove Charles Darwin’s theory of “survival of the fittest” in my garden.  Time to time I experiment which ones can survive the longest without water etc.  Of course there are casualties in this experiment.  Yes as per my heading suggests, I did kill a cactus.

I have rearranged Freddie’s song and my version as follows.  Sorry for all “Queen” fans if you find this appalling.  I love him too.  But seriously he was a musical genius but completely out of his mind.  I believe my lyrics makes more sense.


Is this the real life
Is this just madness
Caught in a heatwave
No escape from sun
Can’t Open my eyes
I Look out the curtains and see
I’m just a poor gardener, Please I need sympathy
Because plants are easy come, easy go,
Little water, no water
Anyway the hot wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me – to me

Mama, I just killed a cactus,
I didn’t put a gun against it’s head,
I didn’t Pull the trigger, but it’s dead,
Mama, spring has just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo,
Didn’t mean to make you ashamed
I will be back again this time tomorrow
To Carry on, carry on, as if gardening matters

Too late, time has come,
For the cactus with the spines
It’s hot all the time,
Goodbye all the dead plants – sorry you got to go –
you all left me behind and to face the truth
Mama, ooo –
I don’t want to kill my plants,
I sometimes wish I’d never had a garden at all –

I am just a poor girl no plant seems love me

(ok I am going to miss the next verse it’s the one with “Gallileo, Gallileo”, it’s too crazy to decipher even after a glass of gin)

So you think you can shame me and wither right in front of my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh Cactus – why did you do that to me
You got me to be the worst Gardner of the year

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters – to me


Not true, The Garden matters to me, but not matter enough for me to wither in the scorching sun.  And sometimes I take the time to water them and apparently, I’ve stifled the plant with too much water.  Excuse me, I can’t seem to win.

I don’t ask for sympathy but maybe a bit of empathy.


Posted in True Story, Inspirational

Liebster Award

Awards are always special, it’s shows that I have touched a fellow blogger with my writing, my thoughts and my stories.  Thank you for nominating me for the  LIEBSTER AWARD

Thanks for the A Tree’s Roots too.

via A big Thank You for the Liebster Award!!


Rules for Accepting It

  • Write about it on your blog and thank the person who nominated you, write about their blog too.
  • Display the award on your blog.
  • Nominate 5 to 10 blogs which you feel deserve it.
  • Let the nominees know that you nominated them.”


“Don’t forget to create 10 questions for them to answer. Notify your nominees and provide a link to your post so that they’ll know what to do. Once you’re done, come back here and comment with the link to your post so I can check out your answers.”” (In A Tree’s RootsLiebster Award – Thank You)

 My nominees are

Questions from Jackofalltrade

  • If you are going to be renamed, what name would you choose?

I like my name, there are many stories about the way my dad chose my name so I wouldn’t change it.

  • If you are given a time machine and a chance to change one incident of your life, what would it be?

I don’t know about one incident but I would like to use it after each time I gobble down chocolate.

  • What is your favorite breakfast, Lunch and dinner?

Boring as it may seam but I love muesli for breakfast, I load it up with all kinds of nuts, pumpkin seeds and chia seeds.

Lunch and dinner I could live on sushi.

  • What is more important Money or the Moral Value? Explain

For me morals come first.  But I have always had the privilege to say it as I didn’t struggle to pay my bills.  So I am not going to judge those who have to struggle to make ends meet making decisions not based on Morals.  However, when Multinationals or billionaires make decisions based on profit rather than morals, then I have an issue with that.

  • List your three all-time favorite songs?

Tough to just pick 3. But I will do my best

  1. No woman no cry – Bob Marley
  2. Never Tear us apart – Michael Hutchence
  3. Take me home country Road – John Denver
  • What scares you the most? Why?

Death. Not mine.  I won’t be there to feel mine.  But the thought of losing another loved one seems possible and inevitable.  I don’t handle that very well.

  • If world is going to end, on that last moment whom you want to be with?

With my family.  and that includes my dog as well.

  • Some words about world terrorism.

I could be a victim, and for no fault of mine.  That really annoys me.  Who is to be blamed? Religion and world leaders.  Who takes responsibility? No one.

  • Do you know that you are an Idiot? Yes | No

Of course.

🙂 Just for fun, No offense ;P

None taken. World without laughter looks very grey.

  • Last but not least, how blogging enters your life and what are all the changes it made?

Blogging entered my life because I wrote my story about my cancer survival.  Some of my friends suggested that I publish it as a book.  When I looked into publishing I realised it was a lot of mundane work eg: formatting. So couple of other friends suggested that I blog,  as they thought it would be helpful and inspirational to many others.  I love the blogging world.  It has become great companion.

Okay here goes my questions for my nominees

  1. Your thoughts on love, lust and marriage.
  2. Has someone influenced you positively or negatively in your life? Who and how
  3. What was biggest milestone in your life?
  4. What’s your favourite travel destination? why
  5. Your 3 top pick movies
  6. Your 3 top pick books or authors
  7. What do you like about your country?
  8. What do you hate about your country?
  9. What’s your go to junk food?
  10. How and why did you start blogging?


Thanks a lot for accepting the nomination, Have a great year ahead.




Posted in True Story, Inspirational

Why Do Saggers Sag? Read the Answer to this Million Dollar Question

By Barber Ahmed

Babar Ahmad

#sagging Coming to prison in 2004 was a culture shock to me. From my job at a university where I rubbed shoulders daily with professors, lecturers and PhD students, I was now in a prison, living amongst gang-members, drug-dealers and thieves.

I had a lot of catching up to do by learning new aspects of life that I hadn’t previously been exposed to. One of these aspects was sagging.

For those unenlightened souls amongst you, sagging is the art of wearing your trousers/pants (Americans, Brits: delete as appropriate please) in a way that defies the laws of gravity.

As one sagger from New York would one day explain to me, “The lower the better.”

Sagging is the art of wearing your trousers in a way that defies the laws of gravity.

It was during my first few days in prison, while still in the UK, that I spotted my first…

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