a medioce evening of my life
--it's just a short story i wrote--
It was a rainy day in the city, and that meant traffic jams. And there I was, crawling towards my destination in my small car among thousands of other commuters in their vehicles cussing the rain and the season. The most painful traffic intersection was just before the place where I had to go to attend my evening class which was about to start in 3 minutes exactly.
I looked at my wrist, and my rusty old wristwatch told me it is already 5:38 pm. This means if I don’t reach my classroom in next 2 minutes, I’ll miss the attendance roll call. And the roll call was all that mattered to me anyways, because the institute had a really strict policy on regular class attendance. And what other incentives could anyone possibly have of attending the class? Perhaps the teacher, she was young and beautiful! Well, to be honest, she was better than all the other girls in the class, so it was nice watching her teach us. I wonder if she is married. She has to be, she isn’t that young now. I wonder how lucky her husband would be…
HONK! “Hey, move on!!” The car driver behind me had just forgotten to remove his hands from the horns. I notice the traffic signal in front of me is green and I am the reason for all the honking and cussing of people behind me. How cool!
5:44 pm. I rush towards the classroom. Take the stairs and jump the giant steps two at a time. Just before entering the class, I take one look at myself, straighten my shirt and try to tuck it inside my blue jeans with my hands. No use, I will still look shabby, but someone told me I look manly and better when I am not tidy, oh well! I remind myself to apply design gel on my hair next time; at least my hair should depict some decency if my clothes don’t.
I enter the classroom. Look around for an empty chair. To my surprise, I couldn’t find any empty chair while the teacher tends to ignore my presence and continues teaching. Man! I get out of the class, and think of going back home since I’ve already missed the attendance; but nah; I’ve drove too much to go back home in that same traffic. I search around the corridor and see two vacant chairs. I take one and move towards the classroom door. Just almost at my classroom door, I see a girl entering the room. And I start counting 1..2..3…4…Ha! It took her 4 seconds to figure out there is no empty chair in the classroom. Well she should do some labor too to fetch herself a chair. But, then, the stupid gentleman inside me awakens and reminds me to give this chair to the poor girl. But no, I don’t know her at all and nor is she beautiful enough to be getting this chair… no way… no sir…
“Err… no chair inside the classroom, eh? Why don’t you take this and I’ll get myself another one from right over there!” I find myself giving her my chair and pointing in the corridor towards the other empty chair.
“Hey, thanks, traffic jam got me late too” She said with a smile that I didn’t find attractive.
“Yea, traffic in Karachi really is getting worse day by day. Hey, I’ll catch you in the classroom; don’t want us to miss the teacher’s lecture!”
“Oh yes!” And she opens the classroom door and moves in. I notice her voice is beautiful.
Wow! Seems like this evening is going to be different. Maybe I can have some fun with her. “Come to think of it, she is not bad for a bad purpose” the devil inside me whispers in my head.
So I take the other chair, open the classroom door, and quietly take a seat beside her in the back of the classroom. During the whole 1-hour lecture, I try to find some words to break the ice between the two of us, but couldn’t.
Eventually, the bell rang, every one of us stood up, and scattered somewhere. And so did I.
Sigh, I moved toward my car; thinking that I really don’t have any ability to hook up with a girl. Cursing myself that I just don’t know how to talk with chicks!
---- And this is an incident that happened 4 years back. Little did I know back then that the effects of this very incident will linger on in my life for years to come. And now that I think of it, it is hard to believe how I got love struck by that silly little girl, and how I messed up my dreams, my future plans, and how I broke my engagement with my lovely fiancée; just because of her.
I wish, oh so dearly, that mediocre evening in my life had not occurred. Or is any evening in my life really mediocre? I firmly believe it isn’t!
It was a rainy day in the city, and that meant traffic jams. And there I was, crawling towards my destination in my small car among thousands of other commuters in their vehicles cussing the rain and the season. The most painful traffic intersection was just before the place where I had to go to attend my evening class which was about to start in 3 minutes exactly.
I looked at my wrist, and my rusty old wristwatch told me it is already 5:38 pm. This means if I don’t reach my classroom in next 2 minutes, I’ll miss the attendance roll call. And the roll call was all that mattered to me anyways, because the institute had a really strict policy on regular class attendance. And what other incentives could anyone possibly have of attending the class? Perhaps the teacher, she was young and beautiful! Well, to be honest, she was better than all the other girls in the class, so it was nice watching her teach us. I wonder if she is married. She has to be, she isn’t that young now. I wonder how lucky her husband would be…
HONK! “Hey, move on!!” The car driver behind me had just forgotten to remove his hands from the horns. I notice the traffic signal in front of me is green and I am the reason for all the honking and cussing of people behind me. How cool!
5:44 pm. I rush towards the classroom. Take the stairs and jump the giant steps two at a time. Just before entering the class, I take one look at myself, straighten my shirt and try to tuck it inside my blue jeans with my hands. No use, I will still look shabby, but someone told me I look manly and better when I am not tidy, oh well! I remind myself to apply design gel on my hair next time; at least my hair should depict some decency if my clothes don’t.
I enter the classroom. Look around for an empty chair. To my surprise, I couldn’t find any empty chair while the teacher tends to ignore my presence and continues teaching. Man! I get out of the class, and think of going back home since I’ve already missed the attendance; but nah; I’ve drove too much to go back home in that same traffic. I search around the corridor and see two vacant chairs. I take one and move towards the classroom door. Just almost at my classroom door, I see a girl entering the room. And I start counting 1..2..3…4…Ha! It took her 4 seconds to figure out there is no empty chair in the classroom. Well she should do some labor too to fetch herself a chair. But, then, the stupid gentleman inside me awakens and reminds me to give this chair to the poor girl. But no, I don’t know her at all and nor is she beautiful enough to be getting this chair… no way… no sir…
“Err… no chair inside the classroom, eh? Why don’t you take this and I’ll get myself another one from right over there!” I find myself giving her my chair and pointing in the corridor towards the other empty chair.
“Hey, thanks, traffic jam got me late too” She said with a smile that I didn’t find attractive.
“Yea, traffic in Karachi really is getting worse day by day. Hey, I’ll catch you in the classroom; don’t want us to miss the teacher’s lecture!”
“Oh yes!” And she opens the classroom door and moves in. I notice her voice is beautiful.
Wow! Seems like this evening is going to be different. Maybe I can have some fun with her. “Come to think of it, she is not bad for a bad purpose” the devil inside me whispers in my head.
So I take the other chair, open the classroom door, and quietly take a seat beside her in the back of the classroom. During the whole 1-hour lecture, I try to find some words to break the ice between the two of us, but couldn’t.
Eventually, the bell rang, every one of us stood up, and scattered somewhere. And so did I.
Sigh, I moved toward my car; thinking that I really don’t have any ability to hook up with a girl. Cursing myself that I just don’t know how to talk with chicks!
---- And this is an incident that happened 4 years back. Little did I know back then that the effects of this very incident will linger on in my life for years to come. And now that I think of it, it is hard to believe how I got love struck by that silly little girl, and how I messed up my dreams, my future plans, and how I broke my engagement with my lovely fiancée; just because of her.
I wish, oh so dearly, that mediocre evening in my life had not occurred. Or is any evening in my life really mediocre? I firmly believe it isn’t!
4 Comments:
thanks, but a bit intro... lolz! haha
this prolly the most cute post i have read in a long time.
Sorry, but someone's been going around to blogspot sites and leaving my URL. Very weird.
--The Real Taipei Kid
thanks danial. please keep your comments coming. :)
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