Silence can be maddening. Especially when it intrudes your train of thought,stationing itself in the middle of what can now only be called a wreck. The irony of my life is this silence - my best friend,my worst enemy.
Picture this,a young,chubby girl. Her hair pulled up like a fountain, her lips pulled down in an embarrassed and apologetic frown. She stands on the podium,on top of a wooden stage,facing her entire school.All she has to say is "Preeti Kumari,your teacher is calling you to the class". How hard can it be? Ask a ten year old. A ten year old with only silence on her lips and a sinking feeling in her stomach. The silence she enjoys,in the empty courtyard of her bustling school after hours,has betrayed her. She never wanted it here.
Years later, the silence is back to haunt her again.While she struggles to form legible sentences,her class mates pour out words after words.Her new English teacher has laid out a task for them.Time to shine,or at least flicker.But the proverbial light bulb seems to be fused for this Alice,lost in her won-duh-land. The busy silence in the class eats her up. Ugh! I hate this silence!
Disclaimer: this post is not meant to showcase the obvious lax of the blogger's literary prowess.This blog is an online collection of her work (however mediocre it may be) during her two years at AJKMCRC.
Mr. Roomy Naqvy's class,8th august
Monday, August 9, 2010
First Week in Jamia
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| Jamia Milia Islamia |
Unknown Faces.Lo-behold.Mark Tully! Bloody cool.Inspiring anecdotes.Free tea!
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| Mr.Obaid Siddiqui |
DAY 2:Multimedia Lab.Made friends.Learnt editing.New Faces.French students.Foreign Exchange.
DAY 3: Another day.Weekly seminar.Mr.Ramesh Menon.Impressive Teacher.Senior's Seminar.Pak's failure.Break needed.Head throbbing.After break,TV journalism.Prof.Obaid Siddiqui.Impressive personality.
DAY 4:Mr. Ramesh Menon.Entire day.Yippee Yay! Time flies.Anecdotes galore!
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| Surhita Basu ma'am |
DAY 6:Basu ma'am.entire day.Masscomm theory.And online.
DAY 7: Theory again.Kill me! Supportive teacher.Boring subject.Hunger strikes.Canteens closed. Second half.Roomy sir.No comments.He fed us! Chips n'tea.Stomachs full.
DAY 8:Monday off! No fun! Not sunday!
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