Monthly Archives: November 2015

‘You were one of the crowd waiting for a celebrity to appear’ by Maheen Khan

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Leicester square was lit up with lights and buzzing of people here to there like bees. Every kind of voice with a different accent be it British, American or Indian- everyone was there to see their favourite character in the flesh, in reality.

As far as sight could go there were people but excluding them, Leicester square looked wonderlust with different kinds of Red carpet ornaments and IMAX walls. The Red carpet was brightly red and standing out waiting to be walked upon. The background had the name of the film, the sponsors etc. fences were put up and guards were everywhere so that no mishap could occur during the film premiere. Long lines of people could be seen to come and watch the film premiere; some pushing each other, some arguing and some crying with excitement. There were some who had camped the other night to be the first ones.

It was almost evening, the sun was setting and the lights of the shop were being turned on. There were all kinds of lights lit on the premiere. Some had fire blazing out like torches in the pyramids. Above the torch like lights there was a countdown going on until the premiere of the film, which had been awaited all year long and finally it was here.

The paparazzi were already there in the area given to them behind the fence; they had their DSLR’s of every shape and size hanging from their necks while the co-workers had microphones in their hands while some had them attached to the collar of their shirts. Everybody had an excitement on their faces. Mothers and fathers were there with their children chit-chatting.

Finally, after a while, two black vans showed up with black shades on the windows. In a second the paparazzi started snapping pictures from every angle and the body guards kept them at a distance from the long awaited celebrities. The celebrities looked fancy in suits and gowns while the crowd was taking pictures in a haphazard manner. While some celebrities struck poses for the flashing cameras, some were taking pictures with fans and signing autographs on phone covers, arms, shirts or notebooks while others chatted with one another.

When the snapping of pictures, interviewing from a hundred different channels and pleasing the fans were done the celebrities said goodbyes while some blowed goodbye kisses to go inside and watch the premiere. Fans were freaking out and it was thrilling to experience a Red carpet.

“I turned to my parents, but they pretended not to hear….” By Umair Shah

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I turned to my parents, but they pretended not to hear. Why were they treating me like this? Parents never do that, in fact they take your side and support you in every aspect of life. I had not done anything deleterious or harmful and surely it was not my fault? But why was I being punished?

A week ago, it was the day of our examination, and I woke up late. I was quite furious with my parents as why they had not tried to wake me up. I left running, taking my car keys, totally feeling unhygienic as I had not even washed my face, and famished as I did not even have a single bite of my breakfast.

I drove the car with speed I cannot tell as due to the temper I was totally out of my senses. As I neared the university, a car appeared in front of me out of nowhere and there was nothing I could have done.

My car went flying and landed on its back and there was a sudden rush of fear and pain through my body. My heart was griped with apprehension and fear.

However, thinking of the other person before my life, I crawled out of the vehicle, my body all shaking. I walked to his car feeling dizzy and seeing everything blurred as if underwater. I checked whether he was alright, but as I feared, he had suffered a painful death. And this was the time I fainted.

I woke up in the hospital, with my mother sitting on the bench weeping and my father outside arguing with the police. My father entered the room, looking at me with a mean stare. I knew what was going through his heart, how disgusted he was feeling. He was treating me like I was not one of his own.

In the next few days, I had to go to the court, and I could not think of anything other than the face of that harmless soul.

My parents were given the choice to pay blood money or three years punishment in prison. But this was the moment where they neglected me and decided that I should rather suffer in the jail.

My heart was broken and I had learnt that day, “ It is the omnipotent God whose help we shall seek, not any human even if they are the closest.”

 

 

‘How I Became Bedridden?’ by Raphael Khalid

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Damn, that was a nasty fall. Doctor said I’m lucky to have gotten away with my legs however damaged. Let’s go back to when it happened.

What happened:

Skiing, that’s what I was doing when my snowy drift was rudely interrupted by a car (in hindsight, I shouldn’t have been skiing on the mountain roads…). A clamorous horn blared from somewhere behind me, as I turned around to look, I was met with blindingly yellow eyes of a black metallic beast on wheels. My heart momentarily stopped, just as it does when I bite off a really big piece of pie. I delicately maneuvered my way out of the monster’s rampaged path, but was met with misfortune right after it passed. I slipped on the road, now harboring no death-machines, and lost control of my body. It felt if I was in a state of limbo, as my body slid frictionless on the snow plated road. That was all fine and well, except for the fact that I was gracefully sliding towards the mountain side guardrail. Being completely flat on my back and gaining speed by the second, I had not many choices given the fact that the slippery, childish asphalt decided to ride shotgun on my body. The space underneath the guardrail was enough to gladly engulf me and spit me out the other portal (which was a steep, ragged and mean mountain side). If I kept my head up, and allowed the steel plates to slap my face, I would have no face. Sigh. Fine, I guess I’ll fall if it means I get to save my overwhelmingly handsome eyebrows. I fit under the guardrail like a peanut sliding underneath a chair, more or less.

The fall:

Elegance. That’s how I fell. That is if you’re willing to ignore the high-pitched goat sounding screams of “gosh darn” and “aw shucks” as my limp, ungoverned body politely greeted rocks and thorns on the roll down. I did at one stretch of time get to take in the beauty of the surrounding world, staring blankly at me. I could see the ashen sky faintly painted with cold, colorless stars. I could see the herculean white-hot eyeball floating in the sky, veiled by the fragile, weak clouds. I could see the once emerald blades of grass capped with cinereous, aged snow. And for a fleeting moment, I caught just a glimpse of an ebony rabbit. It was bundled up into the white snow; it looked like a rock with intelligent, curious ruby eyes. I could also see a tree coming ever closer to me in the street of my tumble, I didn’t understand why it was gaining on me, and then it hit me.

Finish it already:

I suffered a few dislocated bones, nothing too serious, except for a ruptured ligament that would take months to heal. It allowed me to experience excruciating pain when I put my leg at a particular angle. I had to change some things around at home to remain comfortable and maintain my regular doings. I bought a new sofa, new chairs and even a massage chair. The major problem was the bed. I was prescribed a memory foam mattress to sleep on, so I had to get rid of my old bed for that. That’s the story of how I got bedridden.

‘A Busy City Market’ by Roha Khan

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As I walked down the cobbled street, I saw the vast variety of both, people and items. Everyone bustled round, doing everyday chores, not sparing anyone a second glance. Looking around you could see all sorts of people, distinguished by their attire, attitude, and qualities found in that particular individual.

Looking around you could appreciate all types of colours; from bright orange in the advertising banners to pale gray peaking out of advertising boards, worn out in the changing weather

You saw a pattern as you walked. The shops selling the same items were found closer to each other. First you encountered the shops selling clothes. When they slowly petered out, the jewelry shops started, followed by gift shops, shops selling antiques, then fast food restaurants….

It was a place where all the five senses were at work; the brain was busy processing the information and filling my body with all kinds of sensations.

I had alw2asys been a careless person and never looked where I went. In the market, I tripped over a brick, which was placed by the door to prevent it from closing. The words of apology were streaming out of my mouth as I bumped into people who seemed to be appearing out of nowhere.

Inside the shops I examined the nature of items sold; feeling a piece of cloth between my fingers in one store and holding up a piece of crockery in another.

As I got closer to the food section, smells of food wafted in the air. Some were of hot, chili food, while some were of sweet. Sounds of dishes being carried, food being cooked, customers giving orders, waiters delivering orders, added to the aroma in the air.

But it was the large number of people present that overwhelmed me. I have always hated crowded and busy places. And this place was more crowded than any other place I had ever been to.

As the shops were grouped together, according to their similarities, so were the people. Somewhere in front of me was a group of teenagers searching for clothes for a theme party. At one place a group of elderly people sat on a bench, talking about the good old days. A pair of children danced, as they played around the fountain, which sprouted water onto their heads. At some place women stood discussing the work on a length of cloth. Once I saw a family arguing over a piece of furniture, deciding which room it would be best for.

It would be the perfect place for a person who enjoyed the company of others, but for me it was suffocating. In the crowd it was difficult to breath. It was so hot that drops of sweat fell into my eyes and I had to wipe my hands on my clothes. The assortment of sounds was overwhelming: customers haggling with shopkeepers, some where the cry of a baby or the piercing scream of a girl.

I walked away as I felt nauseous. I hated this place and wanted to have nothing to do with it. The place for me was a quite park, not a busy city market.

‘A Person Whom You Think is a Misfit’ by Safa Aman‏

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Strutting his way through the school corridor, I peered at him from beneath my eyelashes. His floppy curls bounced about in a tangle on his head whilst his slit-like eyes that peeped from underneath his bushy, black eyebrows darted in a different direction each second. Alarmed, I assume? The peculiar character’s parrot-like nose, placed neatly below his eyes, twitched as if the stench of rotten meat had wafted into his wide nostrils. He twisted his plump, lightly-tinted lower lip between his thick thumb and forefinger. I noticed the fresh, raw skin that peeked above his exceedingly deep-cut fingernails. An ashen complexion like that of a corpse, he had no hint of maturity except for the peach-fuzz that stood out awkwardly above his upper lip.

Head, as prodigious as an enormous wrecking ball itself, was cautiously balanced on his stocky, pallid neck. He seemed to have dug his gaze into the ground as shrill laughter broke out in the near distance. It was moments later when realization hit me that he was being ridiculed for his queer mannerism. The eccentric character quickened his pace and swayed his heavy-looking, hefty arms effortlessly from side to side. Other than his short, stubby legs functioning at a higher rate, he paid no heed to their comments. A bottom, the size of two planets, and a stomach, about as huge as a punching bag, jiggled gently at a constant speed — even I had to suppress my laughter.
As the flabby boy neared me, the fact that I had had my eyes glued to him was obviously registered. Out of embarrassment, I decided to pass a sheepish smile when the boy did something that I least expected. His face brightened like that of a shining star and his crooked feet now directed themselves towards me. His tiny, gap-filled set of teeth poked out as he struggled to climb on the table that I was seated on. He had found a friend.