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THE HUNDREDTH POST!!

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imagesThis 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. šŸ˜€

AND WHEN I BECAME A VAMPIRE..!!

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Life these days has turned very boring, not only for me but for a lot of people around me and near me, that is not because I am near them of course, in fact that is because we get bored with everything very easily. To rid ourselves of this boredom, the most preferred way is to watch a good movie on a weekend or some people even manage to watch a movie each day. Those people who watch a movie everyday does not seem to take an influence of these movies in their lives, but people like me, who could manage to watch very selective movies and that after very long intervals of time watch a movie so enthusiastically that they try to find the characters of those movies around them or turn into them more like.

I am a normal person, no matter how much I think that I don’t let these stupidĀ EnglishĀ movies inspire me, can’t take refuge from their fascinating ideas and as a result I turned a day of my life into a complete havoc.

The story began when I woke up early in the morning to offer my prayers, I felt a weird sort of itching near my ankle of my right foot. I ignored it, not wishing to wear my spectacles at the moment because that would then turn me sleepless and I would not be able to catch an hour of sleep before going to uni. It was good that I decided to ignore it because that rest was the last best bit of the day left.

Being unaware of what was coming in my day ahead, I woke up after an hour, got ready and was leaving, when I realised the area which was itching like hell in the morning now bore two very identical marks, which were about 2mm in size each with a distance of about of 10-12 mm.

Now one glance at those marks, suddenly gave me a brain wave and I realised that i have seen such marks in movies, mythological pictures and read about them on mythological websites. These were clearly the markings of those who have just been bitten by a vampire!!! With this thought, my mind exploded with questions and ideas of intense diversity and I suddenly got excited. Definitely, the first question which came into my mind was that why was i not feeling empty and devoid of my soul? But then an answer erupted with the same vampire speed that my excitement is pretty much more than enough for now to fill in the space of my soul.. And who cares for a soul now that i have got ultimate super powers.

And with that excitement, i left for university to test my powers and make it memorable for the rest of my life…

For the first time in my life,Ā IĀ regretted having a van to pick me up, because I wanted to see what my speed was, but then thought that I’ll have plenty of other chances to observe that, right now I should go in van because if I would not, I’d be owing some explanation to the “VOLTURI” for not acting human and thus, grudgingly, I sat in the van.

While in the van, my head was buzzing with thoughts, I thought Woah man!! It sure is difficult to have to listen to so many thoughts at once and then commanded them to SHUT UP!! Right at that moment, I realised that I definitely could not read minds and those ideas were merely my own, asking me that what on earth, made a vampire to bite me on my foot? But then i thought that she might be in a hurry and thus she’d just let in enough venom to transform me, but the thought disappointed me that I’ve had no extra power.

Before leaving my house, I had double checked the colour of my eyes, to see what colour choices do I have, but no change made me think that probably being extra jubilant doesn’t change your eye colour and I might have turned into a vampire not a metamorphmagi to change my eye colour on will.

When I reached the university, I wished to check my strength and power; The first thing which came to my mind, to destroy, was my cell phone because it was now useless to me, I might have been able to reach any place instantaneously and so I started crushing my cell phone with my bare hands (because I’ve removed my gloves which I wore with a complete facial cover to hide my sparkly skin in the dazzling sunlight of Karachi), The cell phone did not crush but it sure left red marks of two keys of my cell phone on my palms. Disappointed again!! But I did not lose hope and thought that these powers might not have transferred initially & I haven’t watched the fourth part of Twilight in which Bella turned to a vampire and so I know not much of initial phases of transformations.

When my friend asked me what I was doing and why I was wearing so many winter clothes in the month of April, I responded quietly that I was suffering from fever and felt cold. I actually wanted her to check me for any signs of fever on my hand and forehead and shout aloud: Oh my God! Sam you are ice-cold… and she did exclaimed alright. But the words were not what I wanted to listen… In spite of it she mouthed, Oh my God Sam! You seem to have a very high fever, your skin is heated like hell!! Now this came as a real shock, but I was not going to give up. Since the day was short and soon it was time for me to leave for home. Not having eaten anything since morning because I thought that I won’t need any food now, I was feeling extremely hungry. But I again gave myself a feeble hope that it might been because I’m not used to of it and this hunger might be that for blood.

While on my way to main gate which is very far from my department i found a tree, a tree near which no students were present, i again tried my luck, and started climbing it with much difficulty now that I’ve had gloves and all my scarves and stuff covering my face and sore fingers underneath the gloves. Failure embraced me once again and i fell down with a thud,due to which students from the nearby sports ground came to see the source of commotion and found me lying flat on my back. I stood up with all the confidence I could muster and after muttering to them that I didn’t see the tree ran away from the spot. That run had two reasons: First one was to run away from that humiliating situation whereas second one was to give one last shot to my exhilarating thought. I ran very fast, wanted to zoom, more like, but again, i fell down. This time my shoe lace was theĀ hindrance. Girls now started to ask me who I was running from, wishing not to be interrogated yet again, I came out from the gate which was very near, crossed the overhead bridge and simply rode to my way home without further ado.

And from that day onwards I’d never think of these stupid mysteries because when I showed those marks to my mom, she told me that these were the result of a scratch of my new sandals.

This one or That one..??

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A dilemma I come across everyday in the evening is to decide my clothes for the next day. It is routine for me to open my cupboard, stand in front of it and gaze at my clothes to decide what will I be wearing tomorrow. It is not the lack of outfits which is confusing, no, it is my confusing mind which doesn’t allow me to decide or look up a dress for myself. This is what happens,

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How about the black and orange one?
No, not this, this one’s got short sleeves and I don’t feel like wearing it today.
How about the puple one?
Nah, it needs alteration and I have been too busy last week to go to the tailor.
No problem, How about that cute dress you recently bought?
Too new, I am going to the university, not a fashion show.
How about that decent white one?
Too old, I do have a reputation you know!!
Fine, go for the black one then..
Just wore it last week.
The green one?
That one’s for day after tomorrow..
Fine, go ask mom.
I am not a child.
You are acting like one.
FINE, I’LL ASK HER IN THE MORNING.
NO NOW.
MOOOOM.. MOOOOOMM. CAN YOU HELP ME WITH THIS??
*Mom comes, picks up the Yellow one, and says ” How about this one honey?”
and I am all like, “Why didn’t I see this, damn..!! Thanks mom.”
That was easy, now who is going to press it??
Hey bro, can you do me a favour… PLEASEEEE???

 

Grab it All.

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Daily Prompt: Burning Down the House

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.noki
2. My wallet-Ofcourse some money at hand in a panicking crisis like this would be no less than an asset.PIN
3. My backpack-I wouldn’t like to leave my backpack behind, as it contains some of my important university stuff.

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4. My notebook-It is a prefernce because I cannot go a day without going on the internet.

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5. Some clothes-I would just stuff them in my backpack.

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The View From My Side Of The Window.

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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..

THREAD AND NEEDLE!!

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Daily Prompt: Apply Yourself

Describe your last attempt to learn something that did not come easily to you.

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My last attempt to learn something was at trying to learn how to patch those buttons up which have either broken or went throughsomething which separated them from my beloved clothes, and my failing attempts to sew my those clothes which have been torn inone way or another. I am extremely lousy with “THREADS AND NEEDLES”, I just cannot get the hang of stitches and sewing.Ā On one such occasion I had to get the sleeve of my shirt repaired which had torn due to improper stitching by my tailor, as IĀ had no other choice than to do it myself, I got started on it and ended up crying and mentally preparing myself to lose that dressĀ forever, but thanks to my mom who helped in that troubled time and just did that shirt for me.Ā Apart from this stitching attempt, last time I remember I had brought a dress which had button holes on it but no buttonsĀ attached. As it was from a whole-sale market I simply had no margin to complain and yet again I had to make attempts eitherĀ to convince my sister to do that for me or getting it done by myself. My sister is great with this stuff and she generally takesĀ interest in this stuff, but I guess that was the time for me to learn something and therefore I had no choice but to do that workĀ all by myself. 8 buttons, yes all 8 buttons stitched by my hands and the end result consisted of :

1. Buttons on my dress.

2. My fingersĀ all punctured..!!