i have a few things on my mind that i just to want to splash across this page. here i go, so behold my dear readers :)
The Mystery of the Magic Shawl
Its winters. This is the happiest season of all for me. I am on cloud nine with cold winter mornings to greet me every day. Fog spread all across the roads as i take the wide and perhaps the only beautiful road in Lahore, the Main Boulevard where the green belt is spacious, adorned with nature's well groomed tall trees from the time of the British (well there is The Mall Road as well that shares the same fortune, the rare sights of Lahore now). I simply LOVE winters although i suffer from some peculiar swellings on feet and hands and red burning ears! Winter brings so much more like smoke coming out as you breathe through your mouth, chilly winter nights, rains (though i dont really like the silent winter rains, i prefer the thunder and lightning summer monsoon rains) a warm shawl wrapped around your shoulders as you take tiny sips of the hot tea, hot choco milk or a creamy hot coffee and sniff its addictive fragrance.
The warm shawl. Once it gets stained and stinky, it is thrown in laundry to be washed. However, this season something strange happened but i am perfectly okay with it. My mother, however, is rather upset. I have been wearing a shawl, now my favourite, for quite a long time. Perhaps since the start of winters and i am not letting it get washed at any cost. ITS A MAGIC SHAWL!!! Alright alright i see a few sarcastic eyebrows raised.
Here is what happened and happens :D
One fine, unpredictable day i did my ablution and wrapped that magic shawl around my head, folded my hands on my chest and stood for my afternoon prayers. I bowed down for rukku and guess what? I smelled a yummy caramel flavour from out of the blue. I concentrated on my prayers but all along i could smell caramel and strawberry. This strange thing happened day after day after day. And its the shawl!!! Whenever i wear it, it emits wonderful and delicious smells of caramel, creams and strawberries and what not! Isnt this just amazing? I didnt even do my baking with the shawl on so there goes the reason Summer gave- perhaps the cookies i baked left its odour on the shawl. Nope. Not at all.
I had a Dream..
A guy in dress pants in a rather decent attire was seen dancing the Bollywood style dance on the roads. The dance was along a few other men in the background. You know the extras with their fake happy expressions,coordinating perfectly with each other while the hero in a different and distinctive dressing keeps blocking them throughout the sequence and displays his art of dancing after a infinite retakes.
Well yes The Guy kept dancing in my dream. I apologize to use the "i had a dream" title which readily brings to mind the Martin Luther's I had a Dream. The image of the actual dream is blurry and vague now from what i had in the morning. I cant even recall the expression on his face, just some dance moves :p
With no mood of taking an exam but all the same glad whenever the cold wind blew past me, i reached college, still thinking about the meaningless dream :p To everyone's annoyance and a couple of loud protests, we were told that exam timings have been changed to 1.00 pm in the afternoon. As we sat idle, with no mood of revision,i talked to one of my class fellows about the "dancing" dream. She said it was the sign that the exam would be delayed. You do see that i was already on the road to hysteria. (Psst, nando villa that's when you called in and i went on jabbering.) Another one suggested something on the lines of porn and i thought she said pop corns.
What's strange is that during exams, when the fever is high, mood low on studying, eyes heavy with sweet sleep, students normally get dreams/nightmares related to exams! You know the kind where math sums form the shape of sponge bob or formulas start to encircle your ruffled hair or you see yourself slipping through a ladder of difficult theories...what do i dream of? a dancing man? funny...weird...goosebumps :p
The Chowki Daar ( The Gatekeeper at College)
Our college has this rule that requires of us students to show our I.D cards every time we enter the gates. A fat, bulging tummy and uniformed chowkidaar sits at one of the gates of the campus and keeps a check on who ever passes through. We have to show him our I.D cards and i kind of enjoy that ritual. As girls fish for theirs in their huge bags, i already have mine in my hand. Like a proud little girl who earned a golden star on her notebook for good work, i show my I.D to the chowkidaar. To which he always says "shabaash" and in english it would be "good girl". I find this extremely funny. I appreciate his technique of motivating girls because i know how annoying this rule gets when girls hurriedly enter the gates. Every morning as he mutters a "shabaash", i unconsciously smile to myself and walk towards my department. On other occasions i don't really like any of the chowkidaars. They have high tendencies for being rude and nasty. Not so strange but had that on my mind...
Do not Litter
The above is totally and very easily and humbly forgotten. Like someone erased one of the first lessons our parents taught us about tidiness and using bins from our memories. Every time we buy ourselves the once imported but now locally produced Lays chips, we throw the wrapper just near by, only a few feet away from the actual bin. I would hear girls saying "o i don't want any other chips, Super Crisps don't have any quality, i want Lays" or " i don't want Country juice, give me Nestle's" Such high standards but no civic sense?
Today i was about to trip over a can of Red Bull. Litter and absent civic sense drives me CRAZY. what has happened to our common sense? I wonder what those pretty caked up girls, with pedicures and manicures and perfect hair do in their homes. Do they just eat and party around and leave the place dirty?
Then there are beautiful mornings, the sun's shining warmly on the azure sky, you stroll out on the streets and just then something drives past. You notice o wow that's the new Corolla or Mercedes. You're not even done appreciating the good tastes of the car owner when an empty box of Mc Donalds pops out of the window, lingers in mid air for a few seconds, my eyes scan the whole scene, car zooms ahead and empty boxes, wrappers land on the once spotless road. I suggest if we are so proud and shameless of littering, why not even shit in the streets? Not a bad idea. Lets just keep in mind, cats do that too but even they hide it away. Its time to think of our long lost, erased lessons of civic sense.
to be continued...