It was December 31st, 2010 and I was sitting in the Computer Lab at SZABIST 90 working on a group project with my group mates sitting on either side of me. They were working on their parts and I sat … Continue reading
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Keeping a Journal
Recently I have finished reading this book by Julia Quinn, The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever. In this book, the heroine (Miss Miranda Cheever of course), since the age of 10 started keeping a journal. Everyday, she became more and … Continue reading
The First Fifty
This post’s reason of publication is to show my gratitude. I deem myself lucky in that that there are people out there who are interested in reading what I write. Though I wanted this post to appear at the point … Continue reading
Quite recently I made an account on Goodreads. Though for some time there have been many invites from many friends but I was procrastinating in this regard. Finally when I did make the account, I decided that it was a … Continue reading
In the Near Future
I have been reading a few blog posts around the WordPress Spectrum and gotten a few ideas and there have been other ideas that are my uniquely my own that I would like to put in action. In here I … Continue reading
Inspiration or Disappointment
Recently I have been visiting different blogs and on almost all of them I found out that those writers were writing books. For a long time now I have wanted to write one myself. Visiting those blogs had definitely been … Continue reading
Falling in Despair is a Choice to Make
With the clock ticking away in the background Silah kept waiting for the results. Enveloped in silence and darkness she sat in her room. Praying. Praying that the result be in her favour.
Her body had gone stiff because of being in the same posture for almost an hour. To relieve herself from the state of curiosity, she picked up her phone and dialed a number. With every ring her heartbeat got louder and faster. After what it seemed to be hours (which really were only a few seconds) she heard a voice.
“Hello.” The person at the other end of the line said.
Silah was neither in a state of conducting pleasant talk nor did she indulge in it. Rather she asked, “The decision’s been made?” She sounded as if she expected the worst.
The silence that followed fell hard on her ear drums.
“Yes,” he said. “You lost.”
She could not speak for a minute or two as she was concentrating all her energies in restraining the tears that threatened to spill at any moment.
After she regained control over herself, keeping her voice as strong as she was capable of, she asked, “By how many?”
“Only two. Only if a few members would have…”
She cut him in mid sentence.
“Bothered to come? Now you see what I meant about relying on people who are apparently your friends?”
“Silah, but I really believed that you could have made it. I don’t know what to say right now.”
There was a light sound that preceded Silah’s next words which could very well have been an attempt to laugh. An attempt at which she failed miserably.
“Oh please Mr President…”
“Not again Silah!”
“Yes ofcourse, Aamir. How can I forget that you do not like to be addressed as ‘Sir’, ‘Boss’ or ‘Mr President’? Anyways, coming back to the point. Which is, I lost. It’s a fact. I am disappointed for sure but I’m not disheartened.”
“Only you could say such a thing girl!”
“I am serious. Not being in the Executive Body does not mean that I am no more part of the Club. Because I am. I will still work for it. The need is of passion and not a position.”
“True that, but it must still…”
“Aamir I understand that you really care about all the members but I am fine. As I told you already this is not the end of Time.”
There was silence for a second.
“And that rhymes with ryhme!” Silah exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Aamir sounded confused as if not really sure what to say.
“Well… As I don’t have any duties to perform right now, I think it is my time with my pen.” She seemed happy at the prospect.
Aamir was happy that she had words, her source of comfort. To keep her from the depths of disappointment. Aamir, though not really a fan of the art of reading or writing, decided he must leave her to her devices now that she was in her element back again.
“Sure,” he replied, “I won’t be a hindrance anymore and let you weave to the subtle cloth of words.”
She chuckled at his choice of words and said,
And she disconnected the call.
Though she had lost (even though it was really important for her) she understood that life was not all about a club or a position. To do something and achieve something, a position has never a prerequisite.
She understood all well that the only way forward was filled with obstacles. And sometimes people needed to fail for new horizons to open to them.