Saturday, September 24, 2011

Yes Class, No Rain

There is no worth a day that I can call it a good day because everyday is a war day talking to myself about what I will do next, next and then ends up doing nothing than to lay on my cozy and lazy bed that sincerely puts me to sleep to dream the horrible dream. See, where is light in my life? Bad day, war day, sleep night and horrible dream is all I own. You can never make it right because if you repeat this, it’s is not habit but a choice that you don’t want to choose or you don't want to follow the right way.

Yet, when I slept yesterday evening, I hoped for a better tomorrow because I wanted to be sort of optimistic about whatever happens next with me. It can be anything: a call, sms, plenty or no notifications, cry, smile, regret, talk, blah goes to the extent where you reach at an endless end. Who knows what tomorrow would be like; it could be flowery, windy, rainy, sunny, thundering, stormy or snowy? But for this particular tomorrow, I asked for nothing but to get soaked in the rain. I don’t mind where I am as long as I hear the chap-chap sound of the rain. I don’t mind if I am on my way to the mall, to the beach or to my place, all I want is a few drops of rain. Motherly nature, shower us with few drops of rain. I swear I will get inside the room and then watch you touch the ground from my window. WOW! How amazing?! I don’t wanna take any natural birth; shower bath is sounds imperial and interesting. But wait, have I mentioned about me wanting to eat food or having porridge with Suja, Desis and khabzaeys? Hmmm..No, I didn’t. I didn’t even talked about my families or friends. All I am saying is I am away from all.

However, I see my tomorrow is a crystal clear image of me sitting in the class carrying a junky file in my bag, staring at the yellow heads and the blue eyes. Awww, I miss my Thruebap! But then, I stopped thinking about delicious Thukpa and the decorative Lunch. What disappointed me more is the bright and the sunny day that ran all over my body. Damn the weather! I don't want to be cold, but I WANT RAIN, RAIN, RAIN.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

A Moment in the Morning

I am in my room. I am fast asleep, dreaming of my first day at Uni, and my alarm goes berserk. I hit the snooze button and slip into that deepest of sleeps, where your body sinks into your mattress and you know that nothing in the entire universe could offer the slightest temptation for you to get out of bed. And then after four minutes pass, and that sadistic shrilling device goes off again. If that’s not bad enough, my friends walk into the room and jumps on me and wakes me up with a friendly boxing on my body.

She would say, ‘Come on ya, first day at Uni! Wake up!’
‘Five more minutes’, I groan.
‘Yeshi! Come on! Hurry up!’ In an act of severe friendly abuse, my bed quilt is mercilessly pulled off my body.
‘Aaah, dear! Leave me alone!’

‘I have made pancake for breakfast. A good start for our first day!’

I smile and I eventually manage to fall out of bed and into the shower, where I have a panic attack of getting late in my first lecture. Then the shampoo gets into my eyes. So, my panic attack goes from ‘What will they say if I am late from the start only?’ to ‘Is this soap going to blind me?’ I then salvage my eyeballs, towel off, put on my dress and do my hair neatly. Then I sit on the edge of my bed and check my timetable again. Yep, no doubt about it, the majority of my classes are in the afternoon. That means, I have more time to relax in the morning.

My roomie and I enjoy our morning meals together however we don't have the luxury of time. We notice the time running so fast that we get ready to go to our respective lecture hall.
I look at the time again with my eyes so fixed, mouth opened, jaws dropped just to realize my classes is in the afternoon only. ‘Aaah, I have time! I could have slept a little more’.

‘What a spunk!’ She says. ‘You are so boring! Go to Uni, stay in the library, play with computer, you will have a quality time watching new students passing by you.’ She grins again.
Then she looks at me in mortification. She couldn’t believe she just said that to me. I look around the kitchen to wash away the dishes before leaving to Uni and ignore her embarrassment.
Yet a part of me, a very teeny weeny part of me, is making a lot of noise in my head wondering about what it would be like to stare at those hot guys and beautiful ladies. Never mind about them looking back to us.

She would ask again.‘You think I am funny at times?’

‘Haha, very funny. Jeez, you give me butterflies every time I wake up in the morning. You are perfect. All the time’. I smile away.
‘After all, I get a readymade meal in the morning. And I get to hear those interesting hanky panky conversation from you’

Then we disperse from kitchen, fly to our room, carry our bag in hurry and then race to Uni.

Monday welcomes us with uttermost laziness and then starts our tiring and busy weekdays. And with such wonderful friends, you move on with your life and make your own world to live in.

Note: The incidence in the story is a summed up moments of happenings at different time period.