Exams, Egregious or Excellent?

After a 3-day after-exam holiday, here I am with my Monday blues and to-dos. But while I am on the way to the university, I can actually tell you all how much I find exams amazing and people around, amusing. I, unlike others, like the thrill of exams. Not because I’m an overconfident git and have a bring-it-on-buddy attitude, but because they make those few weeks of university different; action-packed.

A day before exam, I love watching the battle of my mind and heart where my mind, wearing a halo, gives me every logical reason of why studying at least today is crucial and my heart; well, it just does not feel like studying. 😀

Image
Here’s a sneak peak of how I study. Since no preparation for exam has been done prior to that day, I become a crisis manager and allocate one hour to each chapter (e.g. 4 hours to 4 chapters). Then all of a sudden, I start missing my relatives and long-lost friends so I make calls to them otherwise their memories will keep distracting me from my studies. In the meantime, another tragedy hits me and all of my favorite shows start playing on TV. So I resist my temptation and watch only a couple of them, not all of them. Its then that I realize that I’ll need to decrease the time allocated to each chapter. So it becomes half an hour for each and then I seriously start studying. But it’s important for a healthy person to get proper sleep too. So I keep the books aside and go to sleep early with a challenge in mind, a deadline in head and a wish in heart.

Image

When I enter the university the next day, I see mind-numbing scenarios. Geeks with headings, sub-headings and bullet points of every topic crammed, girls who seem they’ll drop dead anytime because they’ve spent a sleepless night studying all the time, guys with unshaven beards and alphabets ready-to-overflow from their head (as if they’ll puke out all the crammed material). I’m so absorbed in this dramatic scene when my phone vibrates and I read MQ’s text message:

“I am scared of people who study a lot. They have so much of information stored in their brains that there is no space left for common sense!”
Haha! And I laugh out loud.
MQ is one of those introverts who talks less but witty.

——-

A night before exam, my dad goes to a relative’s place and just when she starts bragging about her daughter studying day and night, my dad says, “My daughter studied for only an hour and was ranting on internet after that.” 😐

I get mad after I hear he said that. But then, I know he thinks I’ll manage 🙂 so, all good!

As with all matters of the heart, you just know when you can do it!

Image
——-

At last, that ahaa moment when the exams are finally over. That awesome moment when a friend greets “happy freedom” is priceless and makes adrenaline rush through the systems.

——-

See. The point here is not that I want to insult or underestimate anybody. Everyone has their own way of studying, it’s theirs. I just believe they should enjoy their life more otherwise when they’ll turn the pages of life to see the past, they’ll find nothing but multiple regression and hawthorn effect.

Mel Shwartz says “Perfection is not natural and cannot be obtained. The irony is that the closest thing to perfection is in being able to be present in the moment, which the perfectionist never attains.”

I have seen people change, improve, testify against the odds and play it right when they know the time is right. Don’t run after perfection, study less, enjoy life!

Godspeed!

A fantasy; A fairytale

Image

Once upon a time, there was a small town girl in a far far away land. She was born in a happy family, brought up well by two awesome characters named ‘Mama’ & ‘Baba’ and lived an almost-perfect life. Suddenly the strict uncle called ‘time’ waved his wand and within no time, small-town-girl was in her teens and started waiting for her prince charming to come and sweep her feet off the ground. One sunny morning, a friend asked her “how would you want your prince charming to be?”

She replied,

“I WANT A GUY

who would sing to me at random moments and make me smile no matter what.

who would think I was beautiful and even if I dressed so trashy, it was classy.

who knows the right things to say and do at the right times.

who would let me gossip to him and would just smile and agree with everything I said.

who would make fun of me just to make me laugh.

who would surprise me with coming a day earlier than he told me he’ll come.

who would tell his friends about me and smile when he does it.

who would run his fingers through my hair even if it was dirty.

who would get along with all of my friends and make everyone feel at ease.

who would never be afraid to say “I love you” in front of his friends.

who would argue about silly things with me then make up.

who would be friends with my family and become their favorite.

who would tell me his embarrassing moments and make me promise not to laugh.

who would make me laugh like no one else could.

who would hold me closer than normal when I’m sick.

we would make funny faces at each other when we’re on the phone.

we would squirt water guns at each other in the house.

I want someone who would be MY BEST FRIEND.”

 

Today, that small town girl is a grown-up and has found her man, the story of her life hasn’t been as dreamy as a fairy tale but she believes that with her courage, she’ll mark the end of the story as “and they lived happily ever after...” 🙂

Image

The story of a heart

This is a real story of a very close friend, Sally, who wants the story to reach across to many people but doesn’t want her name to be disclosed. So here I am, writing not only for this friend of mine, but for the majority of youth who fall in love in very young age and lose track.

She could feel her voice gone, no words came out of her mouth and she just awed in that moment of perfection. It was Sally holding hands with Harry. Harry was tall, smart, spectacle-wearing cousin of hers who had proposed the very young, pretty and petite Sally 4 months ago. Harry had an unsuccessful affair before Sally came in his life but it was all a novel experience for Sally, an experience she was not going to forget the whole life. She did have a few crushes before him, all of which got crushed after a week or two but this guy, she didn’t know, was going to have a lasting impact on her life. The first time Harry said those three magical words to her, she felt that indescribable tingling feeling; the feeling of being the most beautiful, the feeling who said “yes he is the one for me”, and the feeling of common sense leaving her body. She was so overwhelmed with what had happened that she forgot all her values, her attitude and said YES to him.

Image

Four months later, Sally visited Harry’s place with her family and met him after a long time. Sally’s family knew about how she was infatuated with him and Harry’s family was also aware of his liking towards Sally. Both the families stayed together for a week and both of them (Sally in particular) had the time of their lives.

One morning, Sally was still in bed when she overheard her family talking about how Harry’s family didn’t accept Sally as part of their family and didn’t want to extend their relationship. Sally heard all this and the fantasy bubble of her life burst there and then. She cried in the blanket for hours and didn’t want to get out of the bed. When her family found her crying, they didn’t know what had happened to her. They asked her but she couldn’t explain the loss. She just told them that she had heard them talking and realised that this relation wasn’t going to work. When she met Harry that day with swollen red eyes, he was totally unaware of what had happened. He asked Sally many times but she remained quiet. She knew that the battle could not be fought without allies; the battle was lost.

A few days later, Sally told Harry what had happened, expecting him to change the scenario. But Harry, being dependent on his family, could not take a stand for Sally. So they decided to close the chapter and prepared their mind to move on.

Image
Today, Sally is happily settled with a person of her choice, her second love maybe. Harry is busy in his own balanced life; work and family. When I asked Sally why she wanted me to write her story, she said,

“I want your readers to know 3 things.

First, choose someone after knowing the feasibility of a long-term relation with him. You gotta see if your family, your culture, your lifestyle is open enough to accept that choice of yours. Your choice need not be from the same background since that would become an ideal situation, but both families, cultures, lifestyles should at least be accepting each other’s differences.


Second, don’t give hopes to anyone if you’re not able to take a stand for them. That applies to both girls and boys. If you think you won’t be able to take the relation till the last step, don’t even start it.


Third and most important, life goes on! No matter what happens, God has given us the willpower to make a way out of it. They say time is the best healer, I totally agree. When Harry and I broke up, I cried for many months, I thought the world has ended, I thought I’d never love anyone again. But when God empties your hand by taking one thing, he fills it with another. And surely God’s options are better than ours.”

With this answer, we reached the end of the conversation. And I went to sleep thinking that at some point of life, you have to be aware that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life.

Image