Month: January 2013
Remember yesterday, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?
Now that I have gathered all the important things and me and my family are out of harms way, things which I have reluctantly left behind are start flooding my mind, my cosmetics, jewellery, important documents, all the certificates, the university mark sheets (The proof that I have studied for two years there and that I am continuing even now), My National ID card, hand-made decoration stuff which me and my sister made, our childhood albums and memories, the special gifts which our grandmother(maternal) left for us before her death, and for some unknown reason-The keys of all my bedroom cupboards and drawers which I keep safe and intact at all times.. These are the things which are also of the same importance to me and re-reading the above given list makes me realize that I have only left the furniture behind..!!! 😀
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Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?
5 things to grab in that moment of panic would be:
1. My cellphone-Because at all times cell phone is one thing I wouldn’t want to lose especially when I know that it is the easiest way to contat others.
2. My wallet-Ofcourse some money at hand in a panicking crisis like this would be no less than an asset.
3. My backpack-I wouldn’t like to leave my backpack behind, as it contains some of my important university stuff.
Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw
Today’s daily prompt asked me to see through a window and write down what I saw in a minute. Hmm.. Not quite difficult, I can test my observing abilities.. I go to a nearest window, which is in my mom’s room. The view I came across was:
The balcony, that window directly opens in our balcony which is, these days, minus curtains plus a good view, but before I move on to the view, I see the grill, which has been recently given a fresh coat of paint exclusively by me, but I do not have time to admire my handiwork and I must move on to my point of focus.. The first thing I see is beautiful tree planted outside our building. Even though we’re not the ground floor, that tree has grown very past few years and covers quite a big space in front of our balcony. Next to it are neighbourhood buildings and a more distant view makes me see that something is being built at a distance, maybe another building.. And since I know that a hospital is at a distance, I can see cars parked in the parking area.. That is all I can see from that window, I wouldn’t usually glance outside from this window and go in the balcony instead but the prompt was one good chance to take a look at the window we only opened for fresh air and no view at all.. 🙂
A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.
A place I am quite fond of, and that from my childhood/past is not just one. One of my favourite was a nearby park, where three of us(me and my siblings) used to go along with our mum. It was when I was 12 and used to go to practice skating since it is not very common here to skate on roads. That was really amazing, going on an outing everyday, skating and then coming back. The best parts were the training sessions, where less training and more making-fun-of-the-instructor took place.. Whenever I go near that park seeing that skating rink always makes me feel that now that rink is being wasted having no purpose at all.
Next to it was the time was the fun part in ou college when we used to play badminton in college court like hell. I used to play for constant 80 minutes, taking only a break once or twice, and even the fasting of 12 hours could not stop me and I used to play maddeningly..!! Even though the college is here, and the badminton court also in use, but it’s not there for me any more..
“No matter how good and sincerely you behave with people around you,they will always love you according to their need and mood.”
I came across this line yesterday when I was going through my sisters cell phone, this was a text someone had sent her. This text made me realize that people will love me according to their mood and need only because I will do the same.. It is my believe that human nature is mean. I have deduced from several happenings of my own life and of others life as well. We are all enslaved by our wishes and needs. From birth till death, we all thrive for our survival by using others. The first ones ever we use for our own good are our parents, we do say we love them, and there sure is a bond of attachment with them but we also know that we cannot leave them, for the loss will be our own, we love them, not just only purely but there is a matter of need in between. It sounds quite rude but it is the truth. Each and everything we do is for our own good; We study, because we know that it will secure our future, we make friends, because we cannot live alone, in school we need someone to be with and someone to help, and even otherwise we can’t stay alone for a very long time, so we need friends to prevent depression, we even help each other because we know that this help might be returned in form of a favour, we pray because we know that there are things out of our control and we need God/Allah to take care of us, so we ask him for everything we need, and even when we pray to thank Him we know deep down that His generosity is there and that He will grant us the better. In short, if we take a look around us, we do everything for our own self, love does exist, but we have to admit that we are mean. If someone is mean to us, we are also mean to someone else.. Only love which is true is that of God’s/Allah’s to us and that of out parents, who won’t get anything by raising or taking care of us, but are always there for us..
Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.
10 minutes to write a post, I take a look on the clock on the screen of my notebook, it says: 07:10 PM. What can I write about? There is not just any one thing going through my mind right now.. I glance at it again.. 2 minutes have passed.. Wow, this is way more easier than walking everyday for 25 minutes, where a minute goes on and on and I just can’t wait for all the 25 minutes to pass..!! Writing sure is easy than walking.. The next thing which is coming to my mind right now is that I just posted something, and I hope it’ll be a good read.. 5 minutes have passed..!! 🙂 Now the next thing in my mind is that I am now in the toughest year of my educational career( I am not saying this, my teachers told me that) and I have a file to arrange, lectures to study and maybe a few reference books to go through if I’ll have enough time after these two things to get done. Also that weekend is round the corner, which is making me lazy to do all that, plus interesting T.V shows and I have lost the track of my studies..
Last thing to mention in this post now that only 2 minutes are left now.. I cleared my 4th semester.. I was not hoping since my exams were not up to a scratch but still i scraped 3.0 GPA, not my usual, but at least I passed.. With that I am done and I have taken a few seconds over 10 min.. Cheers.. 🙂
P.S: My typing speed is very slow..
This post is NOT about a journey in a train in which I was sitting by the window.. It is about the fact that everyone have their own parameters for judging any particular thing. This thing is not something unusual or something that has never crossed someone else’s mind, but I truly realized the importance of varying parameters after going to the university. In order to get a general picture of the teaching criteria, we started asking our seniors about teachers and their exam paper criteria, and we were quite satisfied by the way they guided us, but the satisfaction was replaced by confusion when all the things they told us were proving to be wrong in one way or another. I do not mean to say in any way that they misguided us or lied to us because our seniors are very friendly and kind. But I did conclude from my experience that everyone have their own idea of right or wrong and good or bad in some concerns. Those thing which are like a clear cuboid and everyone have exactly the same view from different sides of it cannot be judged differently, because everyone is seeing the same thing, there are no spots to be pointed out and no colour strokes which might have varying shades, for instance, the truth, which will be the same for everyone, we cannot object to the fact that sunrises in the east, or that there are 24 hours in a day, but when it comes to things which are varying or at least can have a differing view-point for several people we cannot judge each others opinion. How can we judge/criticize a person’s dressing sense ever? He is wearing what he likes, we cannot say it is good or bad because no one would want to look bad on purpose, and they might not approve of my dress either, nor can I judge his/her personality from their clothes completely! A single person can have a different attitude from different people, so we cannot completely judge them in that case either, some might say he is the best person they’ve ever met and some might find him the worse person to come across..
I think your judgment of a person completely depends on you position, either you are sitting by the widow, or you standing somewhere just having a look on the window from a distance or maybe you’ve just heard how a window looks like and you mistook a painting for a window.. It all depends on where you are standing..