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My name is “zeeshan”. My colleagues call me “zee”. Why don’t girls call me with this name? Sorry, introduce a word “Beautiful” before girls. But this heroic character is pissed off as a result of the daily trip from college to Home or even called alternatively as hell to heaven and heaven to again hell like a daily soap is been played over an idiot box. Damn!
7’O clock already! Shit, I am going to AGAIN miss the Programming lab. Snooze button! Where are you? You are lost in my early morning dream like a Halloween song on the light scenic background and you, cell phone, you don’t even remind me through the alarm, you got lost like my eyes do in a girl’s nail paint.
Before scratching my lottery ticket of engineering exams, I heard from a long bearded IIT Professor that engineering is not a daily shower under which you stand naked and get drowned. It is an “AAG KA DARIYA” full of dictatorship, metal ship and victory. Even if I think, in engineering, you emerge ignited and having your ass half burnt and doing something extremely outstanding that has never been done before. I know this hefty bunch of words has been read a couple of times and used in deep sleep inducing lectures. After entering the crowd of mammals and it seemed like free lavish food is being distributed and this news has spread across the rivers and all came. Now adjusting themselves under the shade of Engineering “DUKAAN”. There is a lot of angle about “engineering”. I will talk about it later. There is much to explore about how a most crucial title goes extremely “farzi”. This has been a trend of new engineers as the degree changes from B.E. to B.Tech, we assume “Technology” can change everything.
So, I realized that after entering, you find yourself doing everything by doing nothing. One more common sort of inherited, engineered reality which even you have felt and exceptionally ignored that you have earned a surprised face full of bites like you have been sleeping under the custody of mosquitoes and they fell in love with you and keep on kissing. But under my case, these mind battery suckers were not to be left at that. I have to go many miles away but practically. It was called my daily ‘RUN’ and ‘WARNING’ status.
Gaining my conscious from drifts and thrills of local buses and reaching my ‘JAIL’ which can be nicknamed as my college safely, I was still 25 minutes late! I quickly reached the lab and I was like an ‘alien’ reaching the earth and many eyes watched me hopelessly,
Zeeshan: May I come in, Ma’am!!
The temper of the corresponding faculty is glowed over her head like a test tube about to be exploded due to adding an unknown reactive chemical. The ‘Reaction-ka-Action’ has been triggered senselessly by the oral gun. But I was so ready to spit my glowing excuse like a local boy spitting out a jet of red gutka.
Zeeshan: “ma’am, I was late just because my home is far away from the college. But in spite of that I woke up early but my bus got a tyre punctured but in spite of that I was ready to come by an auto but you know there wasn’t one. So I waited for the bus to start. That is why I came late”.
After seeing my ripe shabby face in the likes of a child who has just described how he reached his home safely, she replied with a crisp, “Okay!”
A sleek shot of dialogue to get entry into class has been performed successfully! And the red face now turns into black like someone poured water over the burning coal.
By: Khizar Syed