Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us CONFUSION.
As with most of the people, I feel like a fish out of water at times whenever we are visited by any of our relatives, or if, by an unavoidable circumstance, I am made to visit the relatives.
I simply cannot explain the awkwardness, the way they all seem to look at you as though you are an alien, and that typical dialogue,” You’ve grown so much!!”, makes me want to respond, “Actually, I didn’t have had a lot of choice for that aunty!!” But I cannot. Moreover, you are forced to smile every few minute at the face of a glaring relative, only to make sure they don’t that you are off colour, bored, sleepy, or anything of the sort. In short, such visits can be excruciatingly confusing, as you have nothing to talk about, yet you are bound to show that you are having the time of your life..
Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?
There is one such place i”ve once visited as a child and would never ever want to visit again in my memory or in reality. That place, surprisingly, is a typical fun fair or as we call it a “MELA” here in Pakistan.. The things I saw there were horrid, in the sense that there were bikers running on circular walls with the speed of their bikes extremely high.. that sight was enough for me lose my head and I did not like a thing after that. Actually I am a sort of a person who cannot tolerate such unsafe acts even if they are in video or computer games, seeing this stuff right in front of my eyes by the name of “The Well of Death” was too much for me and I had decided that night when I went to bed that I will never ever visit it again in my life, and even if I had to, I’ll never head to that absurd thing, NO. So even if in my life i’ll be bored to death and that would be my last option for the so called entertainment, I will never visit it..
Describe the last nightmare you remember having. What do you think it meant?
A nightmare which can qualify as one of the things which is logical but which I would never want to happen in my life is the one when I miss my van due to waking up late. This nightmare had been haunting me for more than two years, its frequency increasing specially in vacations, when I desperately feel the need to go back to my routine life. Now losing the van can be a nightmare due to the fact that this happening will be followed by losing the classes for the day, or I’ll have to go by public transport which is more hectic. A simpler option, to go for is to ask my dad to drop me off which he’ll be glad to do, but the problem with this choice is that I wouldn’t him to worry about me or waste his time for me. Also that he’ll have to go off route for this and this’ll be another thing. He is always happy to drop me off and I have at times asked him to do that, but being late for my van, due to my own fault doesn’t qualify as an appropriate reason to me, and the result of losing the bus would 90% be the loss of lectures which I wouldn’t want.
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 stupid English 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, I 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 the 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.
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..!!! 😀
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.
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.. 🙂