I Am Flying

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Weekly Photo Challenge:¬†A Fun Day At My Friend’s Birthday Party

Today I’m flying.
Today I’m rising.

But not exactly in a way one might think. I mean I am high but not rising like rising from the ashes. My ashes aren’t rising, but they are soaring in the sky today and I’m flying. I’m suspended in space but spiraling out of control at the same time.

I am ascending myself. There is something in the air. I mean what’s happening?
Fuck. I. Am. Flying.

I ebb and flow between waves. I crash and stay. Fuck. I. Am. Falling.
Oh wait, I’m falling ! Am I falling?
Ah no, that was just a surge before sky rocketing!

I’m sitting on clouds sipping on some moonshine. Chilling!

Something’s wrong. Wait what’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s so right it feels wrong. My heart? Fuck. Oh now I know why I’m flying!

Today I’ll just zip and whiz and whisk.
Shoot and sail and dive.
I flip and hop and hover.

Fuck. I. Am. Flying.

(This is by far the most fun thing I’ve ever written. Even I don’t understand what it means. What do you guys think? ūüėÄ

P.S I promise I wasn’t high while writing this…At least not that way ūüėČ ūüėÄ )

Its A Love Story….Baby Just Say…YES !

Daily Prompt: Tell us about a love story.

Yes ladies and gentleman I just used Taylor Swift’s song as this posts title, because this post is as cheesy as her songs !

Yeah, You are welcome Taylor.

Yeah, You are welcome Taylor.

Just as most of the time, This story involves me, my university and my crazy ass friends. We all are asleep most of the time in class. I don’t know there is something so good about sleeping in class. I usually fulfill my lack of sleep in university. Specially when its Anatomy’s lecture !
I don’t have anything against Anatomy, it’s the teacher ! I think he has a diploma in making people sleepy just by his mere presence….I try my best to stay awake in all of his classes.

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I think I’ve expanded my eyes 2 inches by just trying to keep my eyes open all year-long in university. But when he starts talking, that is the last straw…I fall right off the bat!
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Just as any other day we were all sitting in class, trying our best to stay awake during one of his lectures when one of my friends said:
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“I’m bored.Lets do something”.

After scanning the class for a while we locked our target. It was a our classmate sitting 2 rows in front of us. She had her hair tied up in a bun with the help of two long black Chinese sticks protruding like antenna’s out of her head. My friend decided to write her a letter. Yes a love letter my friends.

So we got on our agenda, tore out a page from our registers and got on writing. Here is first side of that letter.
535711_136764216510183_741522255_nI’ll translate it in English for you guys: (My thoughts are in italics)

Sweetheart! Today with those black sticks in your hair, you look like honey belle …………These black sticks will pierce into Zeeshu’s heart !(Zeeshu is a nickname for a guy in our class who is a total¬†nut-case)

As William Wordsworth once said:¬†(Which he obviously didn’t) “As your hair flew into the air, It felt like black cloud storm everywhere.”

This black storm will take Zeeshu with it. Due to your this naughtiness¬†‘S’ pants have stared to sag low¬†(‘S’ is another guy in our class whose pants are always hanging low over his butt like those so-called swaggers)¬†

Another poet has said such beautiful words:¬†(It’s not actually said by some great poet, it’s just some lyrics of a Bollywood song changed according to the context of this love letter) “Yours and mine, mine and yours, love story is difficult,
can’t explain it in such a small letter”

Give me a lover, give me some love, let me die with your such sweet love! (For those people who understand URDU, this is¬†worth¬†mentioning in Urdu as well , In Urdu the above line goes¬†something¬†like this:¬†Menu yaar dy, Menu pyar dy….menu chumian day day ky maar day )

Now feeling proud of our letter, it was time to send our baby into the world. By “world” I mean pass it to the next row and tell them to pass it to their next row and pray that it gets to our classmate without getting caught. Because getting caught was NOT an option ! There was always pin drop silence in his class and If we got caught it would be detention from his class for the next five years of our lives with heavy scolding glares along with his taunts and maybe¬†definitely a letter or two to our parents describing our unethical behavior in class. So now it was time to pray for its safe journey !
We passed it on to the next row, A wave of giggle escaped from that whole row after reading that letter and we were holding our poop¬†breathe glued to our seats with eyes focused on that letter so it doesn’t get lost somewhere in the hands of people.We nudged them to pass it to on the next row to our classmate. The letter got to her safe and sound, she and her friends after reading it looked back at us with a smile that could have meant only one thing “You guys are so dead”.

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We sat their with innocent smiles on our faces and puppy dog eyes and ran from the class as soon as lecture time was over!

Reel On You !

Daily Prompt: Stubborn/Steadfast

We are going to get you fish !!!

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Playing it out !

Daily Prompt: Playtime
Do you play in your daily life? What says ‚Äúplaytime‚ÄĚ to you?
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I¬†USED¬†to play daily when I was younger but as I got older I got busier with my studies so playtime became just a heavenly dream for me which I pray to get time for. I’m a very athletic person, Don’t be fooled by my superficial physique ! I may be thin but I’m very strong. Since I can remember I used to wrestle with my dad and two older brothers. I was always too much involved in sports. Half Tomboy you may say.
My wrestling sessions with my dad are the most memorable ones. He taught me a lot of moves. I used to play cricket with my brothers all the time , playing catch with them and they running after me for a kiss and me trying to get out of their embrace playfully.

My first real sport was Badminton. I was a Regional Champion in my school days. My dad was and still IS my coach. I played Volley ball as well. I was captain of my school volleyball team and a vice captain of badminton. I was a part of Table tennis team as well.( Yes I played all of it at the same time.)

In college I was studying Pre-med thus I didn’t get any time at all for sports for two years, It was all study, study and study…

Now in university I get to play sometimes, as we have ‘table tennis’ table in one of the rooms at all times so whenever I get free time I play it with one of my class mates.

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Yup that’s me playing table tennis!

We have Sports Gala every year in which MBBS, NURSING and now DPT(Doctor of Physiotherapy) departments go against each other. I won the badminton matches against the players from both departments. I came first.

I was part of the Volley ball and Basket ball team as well…I had to play all of the matches in one day. And let me tell you after I went back home, I could barely lift my leg, let alone walk. (As I had played after about two years gap, my muscles were not warmed up! )

So in short I love to play. I don’t miss a chance to play whether it’s a team of guys or gals, I don’t mind as long as I’m on the winning team (just kidding…or am I?)

Me striking a pose on tennis table :D

Me striking a pose on tennis table ūüėÄ