Where is my Concentration?

Concentration is the main source that keeps your alert, attentive and focussed in every field. One’s you happen to get an inch away from the concentration, the little foundation that you have tremendously built disappears regretfully. Not only does the failure of massive work in the office matter to the people but the little sleep in the class or in a leisure place makes a big difference to you.

I was in the library in front of my computer browsing University website. I got to the website that took me to the exclusive ‘Nature of dreams’ after clicking one after another link. The font was too small and unfortunately I got to read the ‘abstract’ of the page only. I was looking for alternative to go to another link to get a bigger font. You know, sometimes, how we tend to be careless and our whole earned hard work goes to the trash. To my surprise, I closed all the information while I was intending to open another new tab in the computer. It was then I got tired of browsing and eventually felt my hunger and the need to go home surpassed my mind. I stayed a bit longer on the chair only to relax and then later on, my eyes were forcefully tired because all I wanted to do was GO HOME. Anyhow, during that period of “Thinking to go home”, I did closed by eyes and this is what happened to me...

SHE: Where do you want to go?
ME: Gwynneville (My home)
SHE: Where? Nashville?
I looked in her eyes and she at my lips. Was my voice not loud enough that she had to read my lips?
ME: It is G-W-Y-N-N-V-I-L-L-E (Pissed off)
SHE: Oh, I am sorry! Ok, it is Gwynneville (Confused)

I closed my eyes for a min only and it seemed like an hour closing it and dreaming it for a long time.

Why on earth was I thinking of Nashville when my home is at Gwynneville. I am sure that SHE was myself only.

I don’t know who took my concentration when I was closing the tabs but for one thing, I am partly sure that my concentration was messed up with Assignments and presentations in the following weeks. The only way to keep yourself stress-free is by sleeping and then dreaming. I am seriously not opening the pages in next few hours because I am going to have a bowl of rice and then take a good nap.

Oh My God! Where is my concentration? FOCUS!

The Recess Week

Every one of us likes holidays and if granted, we would want to have one year holiday. After going to University for about nine weeks, 10th week was a Recess Week for the semester.

Our first two days was a very lazy day staying idly at home. The weather was quite rainy and cold that made us even more lazier to go out of the apartment. Holidays are either treating us real good or making us feel sleepy and bored.

But who has no plans on holidays? Boys were going to meet Bhutanese fellow mates studying in another University in Armidale. They have to travel eight or nine hours approximately from Wollongong.

As for girls, we weren’t ready to travel so far so we decided to go to Sydney which is just one and a half hour train from Wollongong. We went to Opera house and Darling Harbour, the most popular sightseeing scene in Sydney. And not to forget, the girls are fond of shopping and we don’t mind walking around doing the window shopping- It is fun and more fun when we are buying it.

Yes, we had another group of girls going to Canberra. They must have had funs too and so did we see their pictures already uploaded in the facebook after few days. The blooming flowers, the museums and The Parliament House.

As of us, it was a one day travel unlike our boys who stayed for 3 days in Armidale and the other group of girls who stayed for 2 nights in Canberra.

It is difficult to have a proper gathering during holidays because all of us want to visit different places and then the group is automatically divided where the groups visit the desired places.

So now, here we are back to Wollongong from Sydney.

Our rest of the days were spent eating, watching movies, facebooking and gossiping. We were surprised of how we were spending our time at home and then later on, we were feeling good that we were having a good time together. For a refresh, we went to the beach which was nearby our place and we also got to attend the birthday event at one of our Bhutanese families place. The day all the girls from the different group were present at the party and we had a great deal of time gossiping and laughing that filled the silent rooms and moreover, cuddling the little birthday boy who smiled throughout the photo snapping session with each of us.

As everyday is not Sunday and now that our recess is already to come to an end, we felt that urge of extending our holidays. Our mood were swinging from smiling to one another as if like reminding that holiday is coming to an end. It is a usual schedule and the normal thing to tell to friends, “Aaah, I wish we had another week of holidays” which is not going to happen anyways. But Thank God, Monday is Holiday too. It was a Labour Day in Australia, officially the only Government Holiday in Australia.

So, we were happy that we had Monday as holiday after Sunday. Like a kid, we cuddled ourselves into the blanket and prepared ourselves for the next class.

The week was fun but with every free hours here, Bhutan is and was always missed.

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 blah...it 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.

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.

Facts

It`s funny how hello always ends with a goodbye,
it`s funny how good memories can start to make you cry.
It`s funny how forever never really seems to last,
it`s funny how much you`d lose if you forgot about your past.
It`s funny how friends can just leave you when you`re down,
it`s funny how when you need someone they`re never around.
It`s funny how people change and think they`re so much better,
it`s funny how many lies can be packed in one "love letter".
It`s funny how people forgive even though they can't forget,
it`s funny how one night can contain so much regret.
It`s funny how ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all, none of that`s funny to me.

The Best Days of My Life

Those days, they came and went
The phone calls, the love, the fight
It has been always wonderful
And it still is
Long gone moments, happily spent
We are but instants of worthlessness
Fragments of false life
And yet to come are days unseen
And holding surprises like never been
And anxious for untasted freshness
To silently savour the first kiss
From lips I do not recognize
Such is fate, not to minimise
Now, it's a new day
To live happily ever after, I presume
And with a new life to resume.

The New Tutor

The classes in the evening is usually tiring and we wait for the class to get over as fast as possible. And today, we were eagerly waiting our new tutor to arrive in the class who has been announced of his coming by our earlier lecturer cum tutor.

After few minutes of waiting, he entered the class in a rush and apologized for coming late. He had a suit on, curly hair and a weary face. He was carrying a lapie size bag on his left hand that made him look so appealing and quite teacher like appearance.I got the first first impression of our new tutor as serious and later on, a jolly person.

We were almost on our half way of our semester and still got ourselves introduced. I don't know how my introduction went but I found the new tutor speaking so fast that I didn't catch up his name also. I got a small of him that he taught at UK for 10 yrs and did his mater and even finished his PhD that qualifies him to teach the University students.

The weekly presenter did their presentation and I started to note the point of discussion. I will say again, he was really very fast than any other tutor I met so far.

No matter how advanced or appealing they are,as the teacher unravel their methods of teaching, the students become aware of them and if they fail to satisfy the students in the best possible way,any students would get bored in the class. I saw few other mates almost showing their lazy face lying on the desk.


That's when I start scribbling my notes.

I think the tutor noticed the atmosphere of the class and after few minutes of vague discussion, we ended the class with a greeting to meet in the next class. Just hoping the class will be more livelier and interesting like it use to be with our old tutor. The new tutor is great and beyond intelligent but he seems to divert away the class to some distorted discussion.