Tuesday, May 13, 2014

My stories in my Story.
Everybody has a story to tell and those stories are as unique as the people telling them.
I was in the hospital when I opened my eyes but I had realized that my case was not severe as I just got a wheat grain in my right ear. I saw my father standing beside my bed, again when I felt my consciousness, my father was carrying me on his back to home.
Once my mother was admitted in the hospital for her gallstone operation. I was not worried at all. I went to school, ate with my friends and laughed out at funny things. After few days I saw my mother smiling and hugging me as she was pleased to see me after her severe operation. I was dumb then.
We went to a movie theater once, I was not embarrassed of falling in front of many people along the street but regretting about my cake which eaten by a dog after slipping off from my hand. My aunt consoled me and brought me another piece of cake.
I was really upset with my brother once when he was not giving me a football which he keeps on playing for a long time. I then gave up on him, picked up a small stone and threw on his face. I saw him bleeding from nose and screamed as if the world was falling to me. After wiping off his nose, he came to and hugged me not to cry.
One of my teacher told me to bring him a bottle of water from a filter which was in another staff room. I brought him a bottle of tape water after finding out that the filter there was empty. The day after, he came to our class with a sore throat. I was not feeling anything of my previous deed to him. Though sick, he was so concerned about our exams which was coming after few days then. He helped us with our doubts.
I do have many similar stories to these. I brought out these stories from different stages of life though they are not detailed here. After writing these stories and looking back, I became suspicious of myself whether I am so spiteful to those people who smiled and walked towards me at the end of my day  or am I so fortunate that I deserve their helping hand?..
Now I realized that I was so vague then, so all the people who appeared in my stories really deserve my sincere thanks. Thank you all! I also know that the best stories are those in which the ending is a surprise. So I believe that my stories compiled in this piece of writing are the best stories!!

Thank You!!!

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Who am I?


It is an elementary question yet a complicated one. Everyone dare not to ask themselves who they are but I often ask myself and the answer is never sure. Sometimes I don’t know who am I but sometimes I find myself as an inquisitive person who is so keen on learning around myself but sometimes I feel content with what I already know.
When I think back to my earlier days of my life, I had many dreams that were challenged and not fulfilled. I dreamt of becoming a doctor, an engineer, and even a pilot. There was always an adventure, danger and excitement through the journeys that took place in and around me and I realized that I reached to a college which is probably my fourteenth year in school. Most of my memories are so vague when I tried to recollect. I am who I am and I am determined to move on with my life with journalism.




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