Monday, May 30, 2005

the post that should've been here before

Exactly^^

So without further adue...


It's EXAM time again, but of higher significance than the normal ones which i didnt give a damn about. Boards, A Levels CAMBRIDGE GCE, FINAL, GRADUATION .. or whatever you might want to call it. Its all the same, coz your getting the same papers and the same marks :P

Hmm, the only good thing about it is that you get fresh papers and clean printed question sheets so u dont have to search for lines like on a photocopied one for the school exams. Oh yeah and also, we get ORANGE colored sheets for MCQ's YAY!

That orange cheerful color of my favourite fruit is a disguise on my least favourite paper. I had been practising ALOT of chemistry specially MCQ's and I didnt want anything to screw up the MCQ's except for them to screw up themselves; which is exactly what happened. Pathetic - to keep it short.

Allthough many would argue, but sorry am not the EN EE AR DEE, i used to be. I actually miss THAT me. The chubby excessively fleshy kid with fat superman glasses, cute and dumb on the face, a bully arcade, but a walking living text book of the GCSE CURRICULM ... :P .
Hmmmm.... No.

Well back to chemistry exam...
MCQ's were not good as they were, or actually, I didnt mind but it couldve been a lot better. A friend of mine was not feeling well, and then these MCQ's - he vomitted his disgust out in the kingdergarten toilet sink. I just washed my face.

Then came the real deal, the anxiously awaited A levels A2 extended Paper 4. I was praying when everyone had started. I had a feeling I needed to, even though 2 teachers had pointed me out to start. The first page - my jaw dropped, the second - my tongue rolled out, the third - I could see hell burning my feet.

Not even half way through the paper, I could sense the after exam buzz, and how i would love to stay away from it. I could here people talking, faces smiling like beacons and i could see myself walk to the water tank, drink, and fill my seat in the bus. The exam wasnt good.

Fortunately, i wasnt the only wounded. Infact, there were very few who never had any scratches and I have a feeling they do, but they just cant notice - for now.

I've never worked my ass out on any other exam like this. I cant imagine not sleeping before an exam, but I didnt this time, I was too scared / tensed or maybe just needed to study more. I entered the hall driven on 2 RED BULL's, a cup of coffee, and some ZAM ZAM (ty MUDDU) and i wasnt at all tired. Infact i felt fresh, prolly on overdrive.

My standards have been set on expectations. A is excellent, B is average and anything below that is failure. But more than that, I need to get an A for proving myself. Proving that I am not what I usually am in the normal exams. Proving that I can defy odds when i want to. And shutting up cans of laughter and talks of critique. Proving myself and earning my pride.

Yes, thats more of a reason.

May Allah Help me and All of us - AAmeen.

Quote of the day :- It'd be better if we were animals, we wont be questionned.

Sunday, May 29, 2005

something unholy, in the holy.

I happened to pray 'ISHA' at Faisal Mosque - Shj, tonight. I was hoping I could meet Adnan bhaee, but then i remembered his hand had some surgery done a few week's ago, he may not be there. Or maybe i was just too late, OR maybe coz the mosque is tooooooo big .. (mashALLAH).

Anyways, an incident happened while i was on my way out. I saw a group of people hanging around outside the airconditioned area of the mosque. Its usual actually, only when they are smiling or talking. These werent.

A drunkard was the point of complete attention. I didnt need anyone to tell me that, noone did either. According to the buzz, he had entered the mosque, tried to pray and had fallen three times when he did. Then when he came out he couldnt stop 'dancing', and was caught 'coz people thought he was looking to steal something. Alas, he was actually drunk.

It was bad and even haram on his side (he claimed to be a muslim but i have my doubts), but it was worst by those so called 'LITERATE PIOUS MEDIUM/UPPER CLASS MUSLIMS'. He held him strong, didnt let him go. Then called up a gathering, pointed out he is drunk. And then one of them started slapping him, hitting him. Dumb I say.

They didnt show him the way OUT of the mosque - and probably gain some (sawab) out of it.
Instead :-
1. They made an unnecessary comotion and spread the drunkards condition. - wrong1
2. They kept him in the mosque holding him there, increasing his time. wrong 2
3. AND they hit him inside a holy place. wrong 3

I played no part though, except tell 2 people who stood with me watching the act of ignorance, why i think both were wrong. I was the youngest there, I couldnt voice what I felt. And with ignorance of that sort, I feared they'd consider me drunk too. Its a pity that emotions take the better of us and even when we are doing right, we exceed so much that it doesnt remain right anymore.

And they arent the only ones.

Quote of the day :- An Egg Shell, once broken, doesnt fix.

Saturday, May 28, 2005

The Rebirth

Hello and welcome to yet another load on the BLOGSPOT/BLOGGER server.

I've been here before and then I never came back until now.
Reason - Forgot Password.

Hoping to remember more and maintain more, the LUDA CLASSIFIEDS starts hence forth.

READY ... STEADY ... BLOG!!!!
(now didnt that sound sweetly corny?? :) )