Hello. I am writing here after long, and a lot has change since then and now. I was a student back when I wrote last time, I am now a teacher, trying to look for opportunities to finally complete studies, may be find a suitable partner, basically have a life. I am no longer the same person and I feel like sharing it here because this place had been my safe haven for a very long time. Whenever I was too happy or too sad, I came here. It has been like this because I have been celebrating my happiness and drowning my sorrow in words ever since I was a child and much had not changed in this regard. If not here, it was a piece of paper which faced my moods but I knew that apart from the people who are mine, I have this special someone who will always be there to take me, no matter how long I took to come back, words will not leave me alone. But if something has not change since last, it’s the fact that I still write with music in my ears and my cell phone by my side. The difference is that I have transitioned from a PC to laptop, and that my mind is no longer the same.
Anyways, too much of the depressing talk. It occurred to me that I should write this post because I observed something and observations are one of the things which inspired me to write. I have realized that we take everything so for granted. We take people and relationships around us too lightly and too for granted. We think that if someone is there, they will stay there forever. They will tolerate everything we do, and put up with all our crap but what I have realized that relationships are more like video games. Yeah, most of them are. This may sound insane, but I have valid reasons for saying that, first one is that we have to cross different barriers, hurdles and obstacles to get to the next level. We need to ensure that we are strong enough to deal with the next level and the new monsters which are coming up cannot harm us.
The second and the most important reason for saying this is that we don’t have a lot of lives. We have a limited number of lives/chances for assuring that we can make it and the game won’t take a lot of our mistakes or lapse of concentration. This I find highly similar to real life. Our people are not bound to take our mistakes all the time. They will give us chances, some more, some less, but there will come a time when these chances will exhaust and we will lose that person forever. We should stop thinking that they will take our bullshit forever, they are not bound to, and if you love them truly, you will realize, that they do not deserve to take all that.
I think, that we have a true appreciation for the difficulty levels of a video game but we never take life seriously, we have stopped considering people important. We feel that they will stick around. What needs to be realized is that it is possible that the game may expire and we may not get another chance. So, it does sound rude that I am calling another person or a relationship to be a game, but I mean no offense. If we’d just start taking things seriously, we will feel that we have been taking games way more seriously than we have ever taken our relationships and by relationship I don’t only mean your guy/girl, I am also talking about sibling, parents, friends and all other good people in our lives who play an important part in making our day better.
On a happier not, I would like to write a disclaimer that this is not a situation went through and that I never take people for granted. I am absolutely not wallowing in self pity but this goes out to a person who lost a friend of mine only because of his non-seriousness and it is never too late to make people realize that they are making a mistake.
What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?
Unfortunately for me, I have never blogged from anywhere apart from my own house. I either write from the PC placed in my parents’ room, or I write from the notebook. I do not have a phone with a WI-Fi so I cannot write from somewhere else. So I am always depending on my home to blog. 😦
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..!!
I was doing my usual chores, minding my own business and getting along with my routine work, I have quite forgotten that it’s the full moon night and its around 8:45, the time when the moon will shine to its full and will continue to gleam for the rest of the night. I wrench open the door of my cupboards, grab a file containing my lectures, and walk over to the study table to do my assignment, When all of a sudden the moon came into view. A certain drift came over me and I dropped my pen without writing a single word of my assignment, threw my books away and decided to do it in the morning by copying from any friend, leaving my books exactly where they were and sprinted in the common, grabbed a glass, filled myself a chilling glass of a soft drink, grabbed a couch and the TV remote and started flicking off the channels, passing over from BBC world news, CNN and even my regular favourite, Style 360,I settled on a cricket match, without thinking a second about the time which was an appropriate one for me to watch routine serial. My younger sister came over and started asking if have lost my mind, having watching the match but I did not respond, I felt too reckless to do so, she started the renewed shouts about my non-responsive mode but suddenly halted when she entered the room and saw my books hither and thither all over the place, again, I did not feel like responding, but when her voice came to a range to high for my tolerance, I told her to shut up and mind her own business, I don’t know what happened to her right at that moment but she dropped her head hopelessly, and went on to do some of her work. My younger brother stated calling my name from the next room to ask me for help with his homework, but my sister responded in a dull tone, “It’s full moon, don’t talk to her if you don’t want your head bitten off.” I was glad they did shut up and change the channel, and this time stopped at a music channel, which was playing one of the slowest song these days, what made me like it after all this hyper mood, I did not know, but after that one song, I switched off the TV and picked up my cell phone instead to play a game or two, but a lot of my friends had texted in asking about the assignment we had to submit the other day, but I was not concerned and therefore, I texted them the same, they texted again to convince me that I must do it but I was not bothered and in the end I stopped seeing their texts in the end, when y sister came to me remind me that I had to go to attend a friend’s wedding, and It was important for me to go, I did feel like getting out of the house, but had no inclination what so ever to dress up, so I changed into a dress which was reasonable but not festive, and was about to leave when my sister suddenly came again scolded me and asked me to change into something suitable when all of a sudden the door bell rang, she went to open the door and my mother and father came back. She was saying something in hushed voices to my mother after which she came to my room and slapped me hard on my face. I felt like I had woken up from a deep slumber and I was taken aback by the fact that I had to submit the assignment the other day and also clean up the mess I have created, my sister went into a renewed rant about the things I had disturbed and I was murmuring my apologies knowing about the harms I had done, getting started quickly as to all what I had to do before the next day broke..!!
What have you been putting off doing? Why?
I have been putting off doing my assignment lately, and this is something most of the students do. The thing is that with Ramadan, followed by Eid, followed by Independence day celebrations, along with the going-ons of the routine life, I seem to have become more of a person who avoids her homework. It was not like this since the last semester when I had made a habit of not only doing my day-to-day homework, but also study the day’s work in order to prepare for the exams, but the second semester of the year is always the lazy one and I never seem to get the hang of my homework in this semester, same is the case this year and the assignment which I am supposed to be submitting in the last week of August is waiting quiet patiently, as it is not capable of saying anything itself along with a bunch of many more reading assignments, statistics practice, and laboratory practice manual, in addition to all that studying I am supposed to be doing for my exams which are a month away and all I feel like doing is applying nail color, writing another post, or may be reading a book.
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,
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.
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???
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..!!! 😀
Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .
. . . home.
. . . soil.
. . . rain.
Use those words in the title of your post.
EVERYTHING: Though it sounds absurd, the word “home” reminds me of everything different each time, depending on where I am, what I am doing, and what I am going through.. Mostly its mom, sometimes its food, sometimes its about a row I’ve had with my siblings recently and so on. Therefore I can just not summarize my thoughts regarding home in a single word. It is so not possible for me.
RAIN: The soil reminds me of rain.. Yes I love the beautiful smell of soil when it rains and it is one of the best part of rain for me. The earthy smell that emerges from the soil on the onset of rain is the general alarm of the rain wherever I am either in the house or somewhere else.. That significant smell of soil does reminds me of the rain.. 🙂
GLOOM: Due to the chilly whether, all rain can remind me of these days is gloom. I simply hate clouds and rain in winter. The darkness and the chilly mist reminds me of the dementors swarming all over the place and that all-setting gloom diverts me from my work and I turn into one lazy person, doing nothing but moaning about how this whether can make me feel horrible and even that beautiful smellof soil cannot cheer me up.