Mind Salad

It was one of those days. Those days when I wake up by the noice literally created by my ever irritating hostel mates (i would rather call them 'homates')and see them well dressed in uniform reminding me that I am once again late to college. Those days when I have my breakfast in a hurry forgetting what actually I just ate and rush to college in just two minute for bell to ring. The most interesting part is that I'll have majority of the homates with me....Coz thats how HOSTELERS are...!! I always get stuck wondering if we all took part in next Olympics....HALF A KILOMETER IN JUST 2 MINUTES....!! Amazing....!! As soon as we reach the class the lecturer will be already there and my sweetest friends force me to open the door. Slowly I open the door and *smile...smile...smile* (but that doesnt work most of the time). "Hashba...! Where were you??? Hostel is not in the next district for you to be late right???........blah blah blah...." starts the teacher.... An...

Sitting in the bus returning home from hostel listening to the mix of songs played backgound.. this always get me to a lot of mind work. The excitement of getting back to  home sweet home, hugging Haifa and giving choclates to Hadi and my sweetest nephew Fellah who surround me and hold my legs as soon as I reach home. They treat me as a long ago lost sister as in the old bollywood movies who came back home after years and years. The warmth of getting back in moms hands and my elder sister waiting for my stories.... A flood of thoughts goes across my mind this time... the rush in the bus...that cold wind that tries to take away my scarf along with it and the faces of absolute strangers lost in their own thoughts. When the bus pass by small towns or villages I get to see a lot of people peeping into the bus, some trying to get into the bus and some who wasnt good enough in athletics and miss the bus. The song keeps changing and along with it changes my mood. Some songs are so c...

As usual I was sitting dumpstuck in class. Since our lecturer wanted to make the "Extra ordinary guys" of our class sit in the front bench, she asked the girls of the front bench to sit somewhere at the back. And so came ' HUSNA' ; THE WITY TOUNGUE WITH AN ATTITUDE who came and sat next to me....!!       With  the new shining braces on, she smiled at me and opened her note book which looked more like the cover page of a sketch pen. Full of colors running from every corner of the book; red, green, blue, black and even she drew double underlines for each topic. At that very minute I realised that she was the only person left on earth who still dint lose the hope of this college being a SCHOOL!! SO again I started yawning and moving around when the lecturer taught something which I actually felt like sitting in a spanish class; COULDN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD!!!! I heard the lecturer ask;"so after this what will we do??" .Silence. The whole class was pin drop...

There are times when life does surprise you with unusual ‘TWISTS’ that you really don’t expect. The time when you stand straight in the middle of a huge crowd that walks in every possible directions than the one you know….a tiny drop of fear hits right on your heart! This moment when you realize that your passion has already been lost somewhere midst the crowd. But that very moment kills you as far as you don’t want to accept the horrible truth. As always, my passion for being a writer and an orator had grown up along with my age (don’t wanna mention it here!!). Thanks to Blog-spot and my college for letting me be what I am now as a writer. As far as the ORATION is concerned ; it was and is and always will be my biggest dream to be a great speaker and speak in front of an audience of minimum 1000(okay….sarcastically…). but now I feel like my path to oration is on its way to extinction and I don’t wanna leave it. This evening in my college we were calle...

THE STORY OF HER SOCKS……. “hashbaaaaaaaaaa!!! Did you see my socks?? One of them is missing!!!”. It was Irfana Muthubeevi   from my neighboring room wearing just one socks and was screaming as if she had lost her 100kg gold. “your socks? How will I see it? No way….! I dint find it anywhere….”..ha! why will I hide it? As if its of some use for me….i was as usual busy getting ready for college…. “yeah…I saw your socks!!!” …said limsha from the other side…. Hearing this Irfana came running to our room and with a cry of happiness for finding her old long ago missed socks(sarcastically :P) . “where is it? Thank god you found it….” I could see her joy of happiness for just knowing that limsha had seen it! “It just went down now to have some tea! EEEEEEEE”,Limsha said with her ‘I made fun of you’ smile! “uuuuggggggghhhhh!!! What a funny joke…I really owe you for that one now!” said Irfana and went off!          Accordi...

" Yeah its not that i'm Back into action once again!! Its just that I just wanna make myself sure that I don't stop blogging in any moment of my life!!!" Soo....Ive always wanted to come up with some new and interesting posts like i usually do( even though my posts are a little huge...its worth reading!! :P ). But now actually i really don't know whats coming into my mind.......        My college is getting so bored that i think i have my mind frozen into an unmovable mass of ice that even the harshest sun cant melt it...!! ( seriously...!! i aint joking!!) . Maybe sitting in the FRONT BENCH made me hate my class...!! ( i got a new post to write about---the front benchers!! wow!). Okay....now its some arts programs coming up in college and I gave my name for all kind of writings----- English-Essay,Poetry and Story. I just have to win this time. Or else I don't know how I'll convince my mind that i used to be a writer ONCE UPON A TIME!!!! My onl...

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