Serve with french fries or pasta and enjoy!!
Serve with french fries or pasta and enjoy!!
Last exam. I slept only two hours at night. Woke up with the help of thousand alarm rings on the heads of my whole family.
So much syllabus, so much information to keep in my brain, and then write for 3 hours with my back aching due to posture and due to forcing my hand to write. Then, that awkward van with 12 people sitting in it rather than 9 (its original capacity). Oh, just imagine what was my condition when I reached home, and I knew that I had to prepare for the next consecutive paper.
And yeah I looked like a 40 year old lady during exams.
But, I got a great surprise too. I got a text message when I was going to start preparing for my ‘Chemical Hazards and Safety’ that the exam has been canceled and has been shifted to next week. I was so happy.
Alhamdulillah, yesterday was my last exam. So, I am free!! I have been eating all my favourite spicy and sour food (that I avoid during exams). 3 weeks break!! Happy independence to me!!
” Where did you read that?” asked Dr. A. “What is the source of this information?”
“Ma’am….I read it somewhere on Wikipedia,” answered my classmate.
Dr. A looked pretty annoyed and said, “I think you are old enough to quote proper sources. Wikipedia is for kids. You are grown ups.”
Wait what. Wikipedia is for kids!! When did that happen??
Before starting BS, I thought very highly of wikipedia. I used to love it. I used to trust it. But then I was told that wikipedia sometimes imparts unauthentic information. This happens because anyone can edit the information on it. So, I was told not to quote and use the name ‘wikipedia’ in the ‘References’ section. If we have to use wikipedia, then the resource of the required piece of information must be checked.
It’s so heartbreaking 😦
Internet knows everything. The biggest misconception ever.
Well, if you do know everything, then why don’t you know what I need to make my assignment and projects. At that time, you start acting dumb.
Trust me I know how to search. It’s just that the information available is not enough.
Do you have any such childhood misconception which you still can’t get over?
So, a couple of days ago my family went for grocery shopping (while I was preparing for a quiz). They brought home many things. But more importantly, they brought one whole shopper containing noodles. Lots and lots of spicy noodles. Yup, these are the same spicy noodles that inspired me to get over dramatic :-p.
What was special about these noodles this time? Well, the noodles were packed in cute lunch boxes. Here is an unclear picture of one.
You must be thinking why I am sharing all this nonsense. So, here goes the explanation. My mother loved these new and free lunch boxes. When I came home yesterday, she told me that she found out a very beautiful thing about them.
“What is it mother?” I asked.
“This lunch box,” she said while handing it on to me so that I could observe, “This lunch box says ‘With Love Mom’ on top of it. After reading this I thought that whatever it says is true. When a mother packs lunch for her child, she is not only fulfilling her duty, but she also does this with love. When I give you lunch, I see to it that what is that you require. I consider that your sister is allergic to eggs. I know that you don’t want an omelette in your lunch today.”
And I know that she is correct. We leave home at 7 am and she makes lunch such that I get an omelette with onions and green chilies (just the way I like it), while my sister gets a simple omelette (just the way she likes it).
Is this my first award? Yes. Did I just got nominated? Well, no. I was nominated by Lauren in January. Yes, I know I should be ashamed, but at that time I didn’t know how to respond to it. I had this fear and hesitation from answering awards. Well, now that I have observed other bloggers getting and answering awards, this fear has vanished to some extent.
Thank you Lauren for nominating me for this Award.
Note: Lauren’s blog got hacked, so now she writes here.
The rules are as follows:
1. Show the award on your blog.
2. Thank the person who nominated you.
3. Share seven facts about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 blogs.
5. Link your nominee’s blogs & let them know.
Ok, now here are some facts about me.
1. I am an open book. My family knows my secrets before I do. Usually, I have all my expressions written on my face.
2. I love reading novels and books. I have this secret wish to collect all the knowledge in this world.
3. I am strong lover and believer of moral values. I don’t cheat. I don’t lie. I don’t break a queue. I don’t copy paste (usually) in an assignment. It’s just not in me.
4. I am very selective with food. I don’t eat meat, bitter gourd, fried egg…,and so on. My mother really gets annoyed with me on this. She tells me that I should be able to eat all vegetables, as everything has its own benefits. Other than food, I am not picky at all.
5. I love my religion and I hope to progress in it, InshaAllah.
6. My mother is my bestest friend (yes, I broke a grammer rule for her). I share everything with her.
7. I am hopelessly extrovert. If I am happy, I have to share it with everyone I love and care about. And when I am sad or worried, well everyone knows that. I am a social butterfly.
So, here are my nominees.
So, due to the positive response to my last post, I have decided to type, let’s say, the second chapter of this short story. For reading chapter 1, click here.
For those who are new to this story please keep in mind that I am not 14 now. Please forgive me if you see any grammatical mistakes 🙂
You can comment and tell me if you like this story and want this story to go on, or even if you don’t like it. It will make it easier for me to decide whether I should keep on writing this story or not.
“Why are you so angry? He looked like a good person to me,” he said.
“Well just leave this topic,” I said.
“Oh, no. I completely forgot to tell you. Your mom called. She told my mom that they are going to Newyork for some reason, so you’ll be staying here with us,” he said.
“Oh no!” I said sadly, “At least she should have talked to me about it.”
“What do you mean by ‘oh no’, Sera?” he asked me while trying to read the expressions on my face, “We’ll have a lot of fun. We can play video games, we can go for skating, we can…..”
“Yeah, but….” I protested.
“We can even go to meet that guy.What was his name?” he said, “Yeah, Array.”
“I don’t wanna go out there and meet anybody,” I said. He totally knew how to annoy me.
“Ok, then we’ll go to Serena’s house,” he said and looked at me as he was expecting a reply of some kind.
Yeah, he knew that I really liked hanging out with Serena. Excitement rose inside me.
“That will be fantastic, Joe” I remarked, “..and Serena, and Maria. It will be exciting, Joe.”
“That what I wanted you to say,” he said and smiled. “I am very tired. I just want to go to bed.”
“But I think your mom is waiting for us at lunch,” I reminded him.
“I completely forgot,” he exclaimed.
We ran towards the dining room.
“Hi, you kept me waiting for a very long time,” she said while looking at him with love.
We had a very fine conversation and very nice lunch. The lunch consisted of Italian food and his mother was kind enough to bake her special cupcakes for me.
“Let’s go to see Array,” he said as soon as we entered his room.I think it’s because of the sweet cupcakes. They have acted like an energy drink on him.
“Not again,” I whispered. A whisper that was drenched in annoyance.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing. Let’s go.” I replied.
We ran towards the backyard door. He opened the door. The backyard was replaced with a desert like place. I could see the ugly looking huts everywhere. My observation was hindered when someone suddenly touched my shoulder.
I turned to see who was that. I saw a boy of our age. He had very different features.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I am Abbay,” he replied and shifted his gaze towards Joe. Joe was a tall fair boy. He had brown almond eyes and silky brown hair. The thing that was most prominent on his face was his big round ‘Harry Potter’ glasses.
“Hey, you look interesting,” he said while his eyes moved from me to Joe and Joe to me,”I love chickens!”
“Wait, what?” I asked pushing Joe away from him.
“It’s just that I like Americans. Especially the white and fair ones.”
“Oh, I am glad to hear that,” I said trying my best to hide that I was annoyed by this encounter. “Joe! I am not feeling well. Can you come with me for a second?”
“Hello, I am Joe,” he said completely ignoring me.
To be continued…..If demanded…
Yeah, you are right, that 14 year old was me :p (Well, I am a university student now) , and believe me there were billions of grammatical mistakes in this piece of story that I found out while cleaning a cupboard. I hope you will enjoy reading it or you’ll thinks that it’s stupid!
Hey, english isn’t my mother language. I am a Pakistani, remember. So, please forgive me for grammatical mistakes.
“Well, what are you doing Joe?” I asked Joe as he was making a small car. He was always doing things like that and this was a thing that annoyed me the most.
“See. This car can move with a speed of 200 kilometer per hour,” he replied excitedly,”Isn’t it great?”
I didn’t like this question because I was never very interested in his little inventions, but I had to say, “Yeah, it’s fantastic.”
“I am feeling very tired,” I continued with such expressions that I knew would make him reply the same,”So, we should go to your room because you have an air conditioner in there.”
“Hmm, ok. Let’s go!” he said taking his newest invention in his hands.
His room was as scientific as he was. There were hundreds of cars, clocks, etc hanging here and there. I, myself, was quite girlish. You know, living in the world of castles, with long gowns, and hundreds of servants. I was always living in my imaginations, while he was practical.
“Please, wait here.” he said opening his backyard door.
“All right!” I replied while sitting in the couch.
“Oh my gosh!” he said. I waited for him to return, but then came a scream, “Sera!!”
I ran to the door but he wasn’t there. So, I stepped into the backyard.
“Sshh!!” came a voice. Joe’s voice.
“Why were you screaming?” I asked without giving him a chance to speak.
“I have seen ten strange people,” he replied and pointed.
“Hello,” a man came to us. His face was pale. His eyes were big, and he had wide lips. He was a feet taller than us. I didn’t like him much.
“How did you come her?” I asked.
“I’ll explain it all to you later on,” he replied with a very loud and grave voice, “By the way, I am not alone. I have many friends in there.”
“But…” I suddenly received a kick on my leg from Joe and I reflected, “Well, It’s nice to meet you.”
“I am also very glad to see the faces of modern age people,” he replied, “You two can come to our home. Our land is beautiful.”
“Thanks. Will you tell us about your land?” said Joe. I knew that he would be glad to accept such an invitation.
“Yeah, sure!” replied the man, “My name is Array. You can give my reference to them.”
I didn’t want any any more conversation, so I pulled Joe back into his room.
“You are silly,” I said,” We don’t even know who they are and what they are doing in your backyard and you..and did you pay attention to the word ‘modern age’?”
“That was very interesting!” he replied.
“Interesting? Now, what kind of interest do you have with the word MODERN AGE???” I asked angrily.
“It’s nothing to worry about, Sera,” he said trying to pacify me. He ran to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water in his hands.
To be continued…..If demanded…..
P.S: Ok. I am tired of typing and correcting this. Its like a short novel. I am just so tired today.
Please comment if you want to read more or even if you don’t.
Have you ever self medicated yourself in childhood???? Why am I asking this??? Well, seeing my little brother telling us ways to deal with his minor wounds made me think about this question.
I hope you can relate your own childhood theories with mine. Well, if not then don’t forget to tell me about yours….
Children do love colorful and tasty medicines. If you recommend them one of these medicines, they will make sure that they take that medicine. Similarly, children sweet round homeopathic medicines. And yeah, we hate big and ugly tablets….
My grandfather makes homeopathic medicines. I still remember how all my cousins and I used to go to our grandfather and said, “Dada abu, My throat hurts!!”, or “Dada abu, I think I have flu,”, just to get our hands on those tasty round tablets :-D.
I myself love to take Cac-1000 tablets, because when they used to dissolve in water, it tasted like orange juice. Umm, Yummy!!!
As a child we also believe that the doctor who smiles at you, asks you, “What is your name?”, and tells you, “Oh, this is no biggy,”, or “You are so brave,”, is the best doctor.
And the one doesn’t listen to you or pays attention to you at all and just solemnly writes down the prescription……..Well, you roll your eyes whenever someone talks about him or her.
The ideology of children that sunny plast (band aid) has the power to heal every wound 😀
I have observed that band aid is the first aid that children love the most. This is the first way of self medication they learn.
Children also believe that if you have something in eye or something poked into you eye, then first wash it and then ask someone to put some cloth on your eye and blow into your eye. This will relieve the pain.
I used to believe in this very profoundly until my mother told me that this does nothing at all.
As I child, I used to deal with leg pain by wounding tightly a small scarf, dupatta, or bandage on my leg. It was a serious pain killer :-). Well, I do it even now….
Well, did you had any of these theories as a child???