Dear readers, I have been lit busy and of course ali ali alchi (Lazy) lately.
Stuck with reporting assignments,so, couldn’t come up with anything interesting..but..I promise, i will be back soon with something very-very interesting hai..
Dear readers, I have been lit busy and of course ali ali alchi (Lazy) lately.
Stuck with reporting assignments,so, couldn’t come up with anything interesting..but..I promise, i will be back soon with something very-very interesting hai..
The view from the main gate was little clumsy. Students, dressed-up in a colorful pattern, looked worried. Each of them had a hand book or a sheet of paper (but unclear what it exactly was). They were rushing to get mixed with the group but their eyes were stuck on the book, leaflet or a sheet of paper (whatever they were carrying.)
The scissor gate that gives a way to the main building was locked. A man from inside was making hullabaloo to stop the students. “Which year are you in ……..I can’t allow you to enter inside the building…..” The man, gate and the white-colored-faded building looked tired.
She got confused. @_@
She couldn’t figure out what was happening there. She parked her scooter outside the college premise and entered to “Ratna Rajya Campus“. She was pushed-off by the crowd but she eventually managed to get into the building to attend her first-ever master’s degree class.
She walked-in to check her class-room. Ummmm…….… waking up at 5:00 in the morning haven’t yet become a ‘very big deal’ until she came to know that there would be no-class-at-all. Grrrr………..she really wanted to smack somebody after knowing that her class was occupied for an exam center.
However, she, a student of Major English (Literature), ended-up attending the 2nd year class of Mass Communication and Journalism to kill her time before she could go to her office.
Ummmm…I must say my first day experience of going to a government college went horrible when I want’ taught in ‘my classroom’. I was sad to witness the pathetic situation of students and imagine myself of the same (not getting a place to sit), forget about the proper lighting system and cleanliness of the classroom. Poor me
Excited. Much. Nervous. Little.
Sunday (June 26, 2011) would have been my first day first day with Republica, if I could have forgotten those happy 9 months of 2010.
Rejoining office almost after a year is alike joining new office, but, lots of news faces in the office convinced me that I am new to all of them.
My working area is also not the same now. I have been transferred to political bureau from business section (my sitting chair is also not the same).
Expressing my happiness here is noteworthy because I am given the responsibility of political reporting. Since the time I dreamt of being a journalist, I had a dream to become a political reporter. Now I feel like my dream is coming true.After various hassles of around three years in journalism, I finally got what I wanted. I wasn’t happy for getting a job but I was happy for getting a preferred job. So, I don’t see any reason to become upset.
I will be designated as a defense reporter in coming days.
Once again, my determination continues and my happiness shines like a star.
Happy Working!!!!!!
From above 1,000 feet, I looked down and started thinking- will somebody find my bone pieces there or can somebody recognize me with the flowing blood? A pang of guilt and a sense of fear revolved around me for taking this decision. But hundreds of questions linger awaiting answers. No wonder, even if someone can answer them, it is too late now because I will fall like a rolling stone in a while.
I have started disliking others presence, even a single drop of sound annoys me, and later, I feel a pang of guilt for being rude. I must feel sorry for all of them whom I have been rude to. I wasn’t born rude but I pretend to be rude, I wasn’t born anti-social but I insist to. At times, I love to be in the state of solitude, enjoy it and just think, think, think and think!!!!
Very often I assume that I can execute myself but when my conviction reach atop to the suicidal point, I always fall from withering heights only because I am not born genius. Meantime, I am not mentally retarded. No wonder “I love self for who and what I am” and thus, I can’t give full stop to my life. I can comprehend how absurd my monologues used to be but pondering that how it became more absurd this time.
Whenever the state of boredom overtakes my normalacy, I think I am a twit. I don’t know for how long this provisional self-assurance will lend a hand for my fluctuating state of mind but there are hundreds of questions entwined with my future. Problems arise when large set of questions buzz at a moment. I am running behind the future but I am uncertain where my future lies and how many miles do I have to hike so that I will be able to say – I banged all intricacies to be here. Though I am not a person who cent percent believes in destiny, I must thank Lord for blessing me in countless hardships of life.
This time without going further, I became conscious. Nobody woke me and distracted me out of my monologue. Sometimes, I feel I am going insane and the world of insanity is gracing me gradually.
Eccentric but mighty thought of mine, though in my monologue, to put oneself to death might sound ridiculous to many who mistakenly happen to click my blog. But for now I couldn’t write more because another important thing struck my mind- should finish ‘A Thousand Splendid Suns’ by Khaled Hosseini.