Petals between pages

              It was 7.30am when alarm clock woke me up in this morning. I felt a sudden anger rushed in me as my innocent clock said I have only 15 minutes to get ready for the classes. My eyes were unable to open and I had to apply lot of force on them to do so.I hate waking up in the early mornings since my birth. It’s really undesirable to me. But I didn’t want my lecturers screw me again. So I pushed myself up.

              I felt jealous as I realized my roommate doesn’t have classes this morning. He was sleeping as if he’s dead tired. I took a short shower as quick as possible (or I just acted like I was taking bath).Then I picked up a shirt which is less dirty among all. And wore dark color jeans pant (I prefer dark jeans usually, because dark shade hides dirtiness). While I combing my ’never-soft’ hairs, my roommate murmured -“turn off the lamp before u leave, buddy”. I stared at him for a while and shut the door behind me and left.

             I was heading to college. It takes only 5 minutes to reach my classroom.I turned around. So many students were going to their classes. It looked as if hundreds of colorful petals from different flowers floating together. I saw my friends on the way. They threw smiles at me. I smiled back. Staring in my eyes, one of my friend teased me-“dude, it seems you’ve studied whole night, didn’t you??” I chuckled and remembered how I was playing a military game throughout the night! I replied him – “oh yeah, I studied how to hit headshot!” .I entered my classroom as he said bye.

             I took my seat in the last row. I usually choose last but one row beside wall. The place where I sit in class is matters me a lot. If I sit in right end of the bench means I should be alert throughout the class and should take down notes neatly and solve every problem. Because there’s a chance of lecturer walk beside me and insult me over my silly mistakes. Well, this time I seated in last place as I seen all other places were filled. Finally, lecturer entered making his face so serious, as if he’s going to discuss some military secrets. I unzipped my bag and drag out a notebook. A Mickey Mouse picture on the notebook has filled my eyes and all those characters began to march fast in my mind. Mickey, Minnie, goofy,Pluto,Uncle Donald duck, Daisy duck were like friends in my childhood. I loved them tons and many times I thought of meet them. I dreamt them too. Then jungle book’s Mowgli was flying by a rope (not a rope) and disappeared in forest…

             Ouch!! I fell back to real world as my friend poked me when sir shouted my roll number twice. I stood suddenly and shouted back - “yes sir!” Lecturer stared at me as if i stolen his delicate things. I couldn’t handle his look. I looked down and I tried to imagine his face. Instead of his face, Mickey Mouse came smiling in my mind! I couldn’t resist smiling happily

need a title

           I think I need a title for this post. But I’m not getting any words which would match. It looks this whole post must be a title, and the contents of it would be in two words. Whatsoever, matter in the post is important, not the title. Well, it’s not my very first blog. Two years ago I signed up at a blog site, since then I could post only once. I don’t even follow any blogs and I don’t know exactly how a blog works. But it appears comfortable to share things out of my mind. It’s far better than keeping a diary and inking every thought on pages. My early work on this was a diary which I’ve written in coded language, so that no other can read it. I mentioned it only because now I wonder I’m going to share everything to the world.


           So, why i write?? It’s kind of tough question to answer. I think I like to write because I love to read. Every time I finish reading a book, in very next seconds I wish I could be a writer. As far as I know, reading pleases me and helps me to fetch whatever I want to seek out. Googling can do this as it is very fast and quick. Same way, after few moments I lose interest very fast and quick. The reason is I feel better with paper than with pc screen. Also, as I said before, blogging is interesting than writing pieces on paper. Perhaps, the answer for why I write is just I can’t keep quiet. Something urges in me to scream out something. I just can’t handle hide it. But it doesn’t mean I reveal all about me here. I just guess this is my diary, more or less.


           Now, another question comes in mind. What are the things I need to write here? Oh I can’t face these all questions. I better write whatever I want to write. There are thousand nice things to write about. But it’s hard to choose the nicest. So I write down a poem here. I wrote it a month ago, and soon it is going to publish in our college magazine. Have a look.


                                                                   The rain

                                                   Dark clouds pouring pearly droplets
                                               Birds with their kids are back to the nests
                                                    earth is giving off pleasant smell
                                                and it’s hard to explain how does it feel!

                                                   Raindrop touched a petal of rose
                                                petal blushed away! Oh, then it froze
                                                 leaves are smiled and turned away
                                                  they thought of raining every day!

                                                   raining please us in blissful way
                                                and can be emotional in some way
                                                 Eyes and sky both oozes droplets
                                                   yes! It’s one of nature's secrets!


         I afraid you would laugh after reading the above poem. Yes, the poem looks like children rhyme. But I love it. And I afraid my friends would laugh at me if they read it. That’s why I did not show this poem to friends yet and even I did not tell them about this. Moreover, I afraid how if they think poems are just junk?? .Let me see what happens. I just don’t bother at all. I will be back with new things. See you :)