OTHER SIDE OF ME

Cocooning in the shell of life has become an old habit, a habit which I have always enjoyed. I would rather like to listen to someone talking rather than me speaking. At times I feel so frustrated with myself that I have but a very little thing to say. When I meet my friends they would be doing 90 % of the talking stuff and I would be just adding to it. They would stare at me at times and say “you have nothing to say on this matter?”  And I would just grin. I never remember myself talking a lot; I would love to sit at the corner and do my stuff. “You are one hell boring person.” My childhood friend once said. I just grinned when she added again “but I love your presence though you are boring.” Socializing with people has always been the toughest subject in my life. At times I was accused of being khamza (someone who is full of pride and ego) and I had to run to my house and ask my mother whether I am that person with teary eyes. She would smile and say” you talk very less and th...

My day started as usual with an alarm beeping indicating that it was 7 in the morning. With half sleep I strolled to washroom with a tooth paste in one hand and face wash and soap in other hand. The only thought I had was “should I bunk 1 st period” as I had to compensate for the late night stay. I shook that idea out of my mind as I had been bunking classes lately and I was scared if it becomes my habit. After offering water and praying in my small alter that I had made above my book shelves, my roommate and I strolled to kitchen sluggishly thinking food won’t be any better than the other days. As we were eating breakfast one of my friends from electrical department slapped on my back and said “congratulation you have been selected in Italy”   I gave her a long starry look and looked back at my roommate and said” did you choose Italy for me.” she shook her hand as a gesture of no. “I didn’t apply for Italy.” I said and she told me that she might have made mistake with someone el...

They sat there gazing at the clear night sky with a heavy load enveloped within, a cry of unhappiness running down their spine. They could wish nothing but to cherish that moment today because they knew that life is a series of moment and to miss that moment means missing a part of their life. During their short period of togetherness they have learned things that they would not have learned without each other company. They learned about friendship, love, compromises, trust, pain and above all they walked the miles together until they reached the junction of their life where they were bestowed with separate path. Filled with the aura of awkwardness they could speak but only little. So many things has happened over the years of separation which was beyond the description of word, they didn’t know what had happened , they didn’t know how it had happened and they didn’t know why they had let it happen. If something is broken it could be fixed but when they didn’t know what was broken h...

Ever since I was a kid I was never a big fan of nature. When my friends  joined nature club I would be engaged in literary activities, when my friends would be busy making flower gardens, I will be busy reading fiction books and when they will be rejoicing the beauty of the nature I would be lost in my world of fantasy.   Nature could never draw my attention and the terms like global warming, green house effect, glacier lake outburst etc where purely academic for me. There wasn’t a spiritual connection between me and nature.   So when I have to participate in essay competition and have to prepare speeches, I either wrote or spoke about this phenomenon just for the sake of competition. I just followed the simple rule: I do not dump my waste improperly and I do not pick the waste dumped by other. Until recently things has started to change. As usual my environmental science tutor was lecturing about the waste management and its effect.  He asked us to do...