A days work
every morning when its all quiet and the birds are chirping when the entire world is sleeping i wake up and take my little dinky all shiny and polished to work. the calm around me and the soothing cool air makes me all sleepy while i am driving and i try keeping this in mind that i am too young to die so i shake my head and reading my duas chugga chug away in dinky.an old man crosses me every day on his bicycle and i smile thinking i want to grow old this way still be able to ride a bike and be healthy. but then all hell breaks lose when the calm is shattered by the loud honking of the buses and people diving on the roads on the bridge when i exit my secure world of defence. there are barriers to prevent people from crossing the bridge but lo and behold that man can slide between steal bars to cross the bridge, he could have been a cat burgler.....hey isnt that a crowbar he is using to split the barrier...yes and then the stampede of people rush on the bridge thinking that they are invincible. my peace of mind is shattered and i try not to be a part of the throng and curse because of my fast. on anyother given day i would atleast frown. then i take this turning which settles my mind again. i relax my frown and continue with the duas. on that street i see young boys riding their bikes to school and i smile when a 15 year old boy is carrying his younger boys bag for him as he drags his feet to school. i smile when i see the magnolia tree and when i see the old lady sitting near her plants giving her gardner instructions on which plants to prune, it always reminds me of my grand mother. then i reach school and i sigh and start with the days routine. when i get off at 1 and am coming home in the heat i once again like a chameleon became a part of the mob nameless, faceless teeming the streets, blaring the car horn, frowning , shaking my hand at others. the heat causes a frenzy which is amplified when the car AC starts giving trouble. by the time i reach home i am ready to kill someone. i jump in the shower to cool off and say zohar and pray to allah to forgive the fact that i had been annoyed and angry during my fast........then i use the computer lay down to rust is pieces but from tomorrow onwards the TA ship starts remember i told u about it and the grind will become more hectic with days to the thesis due date come closer. i just hope i dont snap at any of the over enthusiastic students


6 Comments:
At 3:27 PM,
Anonymous said…
trust me, ppl have it worse than that.relax.take a long shower.eat ur bowl of sheer khurma slowly, very slowly.& all shall b well.iA.
At 10:53 PM,
Anonymous said…
rust in pieces , i think u meant rest in peace hahahahaha sara joke kharab kar deeya :p
At 12:41 PM,
Crazed Teacher said…
haha issi liyay hi tau likha tha lali beat u to it hahahaha , and saeed i was not saying that i have it bad i was just describing a days work. and whats a sheer khurma are they sawayyan?
At 7:23 PM,
Anonymous said…
just a quick question?
hows the weather in pak nowadays?
(just outta curiosity like)
At 10:06 PM,
Anonymous said…
garmi garmi garmi thats how i describe weather in pak
At 10:58 AM,
Crazed Teacher said…
and zaini mamu u didnt figure that out fromt he post. i know u didnt read it u just wanna know what to pack for visit to paki land
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