6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?
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To me, 6:00 am is a very good time, firstly, because these days it is in the range of the time for Fajr prayer, the best thing to start your day with, secondly, whenever I have woken up at six, I have had a highly productive day, because I would try to tackle some of my studies at that time, and would manage not just some, but quite a lot.
Also that this dawning time always provides the best refreshing air to me, so I find it extremely good. but the problem comes to the fact that I don’t usually have the energy to wake up at this time, but when I do it is very good. And last of all, it is the time I am usually having the few last minutes of the sleep, which are the most treasured moments before waking up. 🙂
Tell us about something you think is terribly unfair — and explain how you would rectify it.
Unfair. if I would be asked to enlighten this subject from my own ppoint of view, I would have a lot to say on the subject. There are a thousand things in our life which seem unfair to us, and some of them might as well be really bitter, but one thing which soothes me with the unfair of life is that everything which is happening have a reason. even though those things which are human controlled and are of a criminal sttus can be called unfair without hesitation, but those which have been written in fate and decided by the destiny, will not be unfair no matter how wrong they seem. Atime will come when all will fall into place and the jigsaw will be solved. So, Cheers. 🙂
Is it easy for you to ask for help when you need it, or do you prefer to rely only on yourself? Why?
This depends on the kind of help I require. If it is sort of a materialistic help, I wouldn’t usually go for it, for that I would rather be self sufficient. Materialistic help may range from an eraser up to money and I would rather afford all that of my own then depend on anyone. However, when it comes to help about the suggestion and ideas, my brain doors are always open, I let ideas Ctrl+C from my mind and Ctrl+V to another’s and definitely ask others for their suggestions and ideas, because in my opinion, everyone have a different point of view towards a particular problem, so it would be better to have everyone’s HELP, before I get onto something..
In the comedy “Groundhog Day” Bill Murray experienced the same day again and again, stuck in a time loop until he got the day “right.” What day would you choose to repeat until you got it right?
I wouldn’t want any day of my life to be repeated, because I have a reason to believe that if I can’t do it right for the first time, I will not be able to do it for the second time, besides, I will also forget the lesson I learnt from doing it wrong and yet learn a new ways to make mistake in that attempt. So I think life is best when left going on..!!
This is officially my hundredth post, I have been writing since 22 December 2011, so its been 20 months of my blogging. Even though it is a long time to complete a hundred posts, but I wasn’t a much active blogger initially and it took me almost a year to discover the daily post, so after starting on the daily prompts, my writing speed and skills both flourished. When I had done my seventy posts, I was sure that it’ll be a month and I will be done with my 100 posts, but it was not that easy, why, because, after that day, it took me more than 2 months to complete because of my work load, and other stuff. Even though I had not started my blog with a target of a 100 posts it feels great that I have managed it and I also feel shocked about some of the things which I have actually written myself. 😀
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, or car? (Or something else entirely — bike? Hot air balloon?)
One of the two will not be enough for me, no. For me, all four have their own importance and when given a choice, I would design a trip which would include all four followed by each other in such a manner that it I won’t be devoid of the fun [art offered by each of these trips.
“And they lived happily ever after.” Think about this line for a few minutes. Are you living happily ever after? If not, what will it take for you to get there?
I am living happily, if it will be ever after or not, I do not know. but right now, I am in my best, Alhamdulillah, I am studying, I have the best teachers, yes I am lucky in the sense that all my teachers are very very good, this makes life really easy and those going through the worst of their school life might possibly be facing very bad teachers. Next to it, my parents and family, I do have a perfect one, my parents are highly supportive in every step I take, except perhaps when I am about to harm anyone or myself. The siblings I have got are also very nice not because they also behave properly with me but because they bicker, fight, laugh, learn and be nice to me all at once. In short I couldn’t have had a better life. I have all I can ask for and even things I haven’t asked for.. 😀
Write about anything you’d like. Somewhere in your post, include the sentence, “I heard the car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock.”
I was running very fast trying to get my class, but as much as I tried to be fast, my feet slowed down, it seemed that my feet were in a slow motion sort of thing and I really was unable to understand it.
I sat up straight, looked around, the room was exactly the same way I saw it last time, my bedside lamp was alight and cool summer breeze was ventilating the room well. The fan on the ceiling was rotating at a moderate speed. Perfect. I poured myself a glass of water from the jug which was also placed on my bedside table, I gulped the water and lied down, my mind wandered off to my family, they all might be truly enjoying the wedding they were gone to attend, they also asked me to come but since my final exams were due only this week I could not at all think of going anywhere. Being alone was never fearsome for me, having my own self for company for a few hours was a routine and that for few a days was also OK. My mom had told me all about.. I suddenly heard a car door slam, and immediately looked at the clock. It was three in the morning and my mind raced to all kind of criminals. Smugglers, burglars, terrorists, all of them. I decided on burglars and “HOME ALONE” crossed my mind. Yes, someone might have seen my family going, and I had almost grounded myself in the house for the past week due to preparation leaves. I picked up my cell phone to call the police, SHOOT, the battery was dead, soon after I talked to my sister, it went dead and I forgot to charge it afterwards. I got my shawl and wrapped it tightly around myself, even though I was drenched to the skin and had slept in my day clothes and it was a summer evening, the shawl gave me a sense of security, I had almost reached the balcony when I heard some people talking in hushed voices, I just wanted to see their position and get to my parent’s room because the landline phone was placed there, I crossed my room tiptoed, my shawl trailing behind me like a cape, and all of a sudden a horrible clanking noise struck my ears from right behind me, my shawl actually touched the spoon stand on the table behind me and it fell with an ear-splitting noise, I was sure now that they’ll sense my presence, will come for me up here instantaneously, and my entire life swam before my eyes, I was about to lose hope, but then I decided to try until my last breath and moved a little quickly towards the balcony, the noise grew louder and louder as I reached it and I was about to pass out but I managed to keep myself awake and swung the balcony door open, I crawled (because I didn’t want to be seen) towards the grill and saw what was going on. No one was in the parking, but the voices were still loud, I gathered all the courage I had and stood up to my full height. All that commotion was created due to the end of some party which was going on in my neighbourhood.. I looked at my wrist watch again, it was four in the morning, I had wasted an hour, creating an imaginary robbery in which I was caught and if I hadn’t sneaked a peak from the balcony, I’d probably be dead in my own created story.
Think about the last time you broke a rule (a big one, not just ripping the tags off your pillows). Were you burned, or did things turn out for the best?
Ever since school, I have always been a nerd having no guts at all to break any rules at all, which also qualified me to be a head girl. The very same continued in the college and I was once again a geek having no guts whatsoever to break any rules. This time I got friends who were a little different from the past. Though studious and ambitious they were, having never breaking any rules themselves, all of us had an inclination to break a rule at least once in our college life. This dream came true when we planned a bunk in our last year of college (a bunk was a big deal because our college was no less than a very strict school). The excursion was a difficult one, regarding the fact that it was exam time and none of the students were out of the class for any of the game sessions. Also that our physical training teacher was very strict in this regard and only a day ago he had caught a couple of girls exercising the same activity we had planned. Apart from all this, my friends had me with them, meaning a constant flow of dire warnings as to what will happen if we were caught by anyone, but my friends were more adamant than me, and not only did we successfully spent our time in the computer room and hid in the library, but were also successful in making a detour of the canteen and buy some of our favourite stuff, after which we decided that, before the tables turned and conditions changed we’d better return to our classroom without further ado.
This successful rule breaking story is so soothing for me conscience that I have not yet tried to do something as to preserve those memories and not tarnish them at all. 😉
Getting started on anything can be very exciting.. You actually look forward to something new.. There is a maddening urge to get started and prove yourself.. Even if you are dreading that particular thing to start, you have something new to look forward to, you do know that you don’t want that to happen but you’ll surely learn something from it .. That feeling of what is coming up and how it will bring out change(s) within your life is very precious.. Either it is a new post on your blog, a new school year or even a new book. A new beginning is always a new journey to me which is exciting in one way or another.. But this is also a fact that chances of success can almost be equal to the chances of failiure..You might not be able to write a very good post, or be successful in your class, or maybe the book you started was not your taste and you might dislike reading that author from that day onwards.. This is where the point of STARTING OVER starts, standing up after you fall down is very difficult.. You don’t have anything new to look forward to.. You might have learned from your mistakes but I never find the prospect of starting over inviting.. You have to pretend to yourself that you haven’t failed and all you went through was just a trial game.. You have to forget all those experiences you have had in your past and think that THIS is the new beginning.. It is always demanding to start over.. I also believe in the fact that success achieved by starting over have more laborious efforts of the person, not because he had done it all in the past, but because he had gone through it all yet again to achieve what he desired so badly that he’d do anything to have it.. 🙂