We're Not Very Different

I walk in the corridors, my head bent low, buried beneath my worldly burdens.
Either it's a test or a fight with a friend, either it's the yearning for more pocket money or the secret wish to be able to fly.
There's somebody in those very corridors. She's neither a student nor a teacher. Yet, she visits my school everyday. Her worries do not revolve around what to study or what to wear. She worries whether her children will have food to eat when they go to sleep at night.

We are not very different, she and I. 

She breathes the same air I breathe,

walks the same earth I walk on,

sees the same red that I see,

she has worries; well so do I,

she's a daughter, a friend and a console-er; well so am I.

She puts the broom away, she takes a sigh. All the messy classrooms seem polished.
I notice the sadness in her eyes and realise that taking time out for her won't turn my world upside down.

And yet, as I stand with her, listening to her as she motivates me to stay strong.
She's determined. She cries, I cry too. We weep over the blindness of this world.

And, as I turn to go away,

there's just one thought that seems to stay.

I catch her eye,

'Why are we considered so different, You and I?'

You're called poor, I'm called rich and yet we're the same as time flies by.

She did turn my world upside down in ways she would never know.

Guest Post #2

Check out my Guest Post at 'Blogging from A to Z'
It's called WAITING.

Here's the link: http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/2012/11/guest-post-lubaina-from-pakistan.html

It's about us... the ones who dream of going studying abroad and going on world tours.
It's about our Mom n Dad; the efforts they've put in bringing us up.

It's about life. How uncertain it is.

Lappy Life

So much for a Holiday.

I did what I do every passing day, start off with a project in the morning and be done with it at night.

My laptop has become my life.

*sigh*

Yes, this is how my day went yesterday.

Yes, I did wake up around 5am on a Holiday.

Yes, I did get an hour's sleep.

Food? It takes me hardly fifteen minutes to gobble up the yummies on the dining table.

My consolation: Hard work pays off :D

Note: The doodle image is a copyright of Lubaina E, the rain lover. :)

P.S. Yes, I did mention my Laptop as 'Lappy' in the heading :p
        Sounding cheesy once in a while doesn't hurt, you know ;)

P.P.S. My aim for 2013 should be: LESS LAPPY USAGE.
        (Sounds much to near to the stupid word of 'impossibility')
       
Cheers to Cheesy-ness! xD

The Works Of Barney Nutcase

Remember how I wrote about Barney Nutcase Family once?

Well, the family has gone more Nutcase-ish, but turns my frown upside down :D
This weekend was bound to be a stressful one because we have our exams just around the corner, but then one of the Barney nutcase Family member decided to write a humorous story to cheer everybody up.

And yes, I put it up on our school's blog :D

Do read it... it's perfect stress-buster :)

Life and Times Of A Superhero
http://pafians.blogspot.com/2012/11/life-and-times-of-superhero.html

One of the doodles I drew for the story :)

At times solace and peace is only found in the work that one really really loves to do.

I love to write n I love to draw :)

Leaning On

The night before last night.

I called, the cellphone was switched off. Five hours, still the calls were not attended and the messages remained unanswered. There was news of threats to the so-called peace in Karachi, yet the cellphone was not adhered to. The gazillionth call and there was a 'hello' at the other end. A hello that spoke of failure but the determination was still there.

Yes, there was failure. Leaving behind the work we had, we rushed outside, the winter that's not really winter welcomed us. Rang the bell, there was the face of determination. Stayed out till late at night, what was done was done, but just knowing that one has support to lean on to when it all seems to have broken down helps.

No, one does not watch the other one fall down. One runs to pick the person up; at times the courage that we have falters and the strength we have weakens.

At the end of the day, we all have our battles to fight and struggles to overcome. It's not about the problems, it's about the way we face those problems.

Dribbling and Shooting

It's CHAOS.

The cheers get louder, the hoots grow stronger, you hear your name being chanted as if it's going to make the entire world happy again, you are suddenly aware of all the eyes on you, you hear running steps headed towards you, the sun seems hotter and the sweat seems to be covering your eyes.

You run with all the strength in you, you know that it's up to you, there's no time, there's no space, your companions have been kept our of your way, you try to remember all the strategy learning practices you had but your mind goes blank. It's just you.

You dribble your way towards the hoop post, you pick up the basketball, mark your position, ignore the defender and shoot!
The ball is almost there, it has to go in, eyes look up with uncertainty and the
WHISTLE BLOWS!

YOU JUST MISSED THE WINNING SCORE IN THE LAST 30 SECONDS OF THE MATCH!

Yeah, I did miss the shoot. Yeah, we lost the basketball match by ONE score.

My team jersey of this year :D

JUST ONE SCORE!

My team jersey from last year :D
Yeah, the name's miss-spelled :p

Notice how my Jersey numbers are Nine and Four ?

Well I was born on the fourth of the ninth month! :)

And, Smile :)

It's a big world out there, but it has little problems. That, I'm sure of. It's these little problems that make it seem as if all is lost and there's no light in the dark endless tunnel. But in reality tunnels are meant to end and there would not be any dark if there were no light. Somewhere out there the light exists, the light that may seem far away but is found in Baba's hug and Mama's lap :)

After a weird day at school, you wonder if there's something wrong with you. You wonder about your sanity, you wonder about the way you're going. It seems pretty hopeless but then the day ends and your school bus drops you off at home. And there's Mama waiting for you at the lunch table and there's Baba smiling at you as he sees the tired expression on your face.

Baba and Mama. I love you.