I didn’t write this, it’s written by opinionated man on Harsh Reality. He is really a good writer and I personally like this post. He is so good with words.
I was in school and was handed over a task to get the school photographer and take pictures of the preparations for a fest in school which was going to be held. I called the photographer and was assisting him on different areas and telling him how to sort pics.
We were at 3rd floor and everything was going great and suddenly, the building started shaking and the emergency bells started ringing loudly.
Panic, panic, panic everywhere. Everyone was running and I had no idea where to go. The photographer told me to go out of the building like everyone and he will come behind me.
I did as I was told. I was running and then I noticed something you will never see, maybe. The photographer was taking pics of running students standing over staircase railing. I was astonished and continued what I was doing.
Later when everything was normal I was thinking about what happened and the photographer was still in my mind. How can someone doesn’t cares for his life and is so keen to do what he likes?
I never got my answer. Maybe you all can tell me why.
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I was in my second favorite city- Delhi, with my cousins. Delhi + me + my cousins=fun. We were at my uncle’s home, deicing to do something adventurous. My cousin had heard about a “ghost mansion” called “The Scary House”. Scary House, the name itself was scary. At least there was scary in the name. We decided to go there. It was decided that we would go there at night after 8. Going to a ghost mansion ride which people said was damn real after dark seemed adventurous.
We took permission from our parents to go there and with us came more people, my aunt and my mom. We were 8 people in total, me, my sis, my 4 cousins, my mom and my aunt. We left for Cross River Mall where “The Scary House” was, we didn’t had to cross any river to reach there. We reached there and the first thing we searched there was “the scary house”. Everyone was excited about it. It was on the 4th floor. We all went there and I paid for 8 tickets at the counter and soon we all were in queue waiting for our turn. The person who was checking our tickets was dressed like a vampire and had a club in his hand. He was looking scary. He told us that we would enter a room and then he would close the door. After that we would have to find our way out. While waiting for our turn we all heard people inside scream “aaaaaaaaa!” it sounded scary and we all were afraid when our turn came. The vampire dress man told us that only 5 people are allowed inside at a time. We requested him to send 8 and wasted a lot of time there. He got so mad that he let us all in and with us he sent the next 5 people group also with a guard to help the second group. Only 5 people were allowed inside and we were 13 and a guard. Once we were inside the vampire dressed man closed the door with a loud bang, and suddenly nothing, not even white was visible.
We all arranged ourselves in a line. The guard was the leader, I was behind him, my cousins, my sis and others were behind. We heard different spine chilling sounds aaeeeeeeeee, hehehehe, hooooooo we all started shouting and there came from nowhere a witch. She scared the crap outta all of us. The only things that we could see there were ghosts, witches and other things like that because they all carried candles with them. Then while walking we came around a room, the room was well lit and there was a round table there with people sitting around. They were eating raw meat. When we were going outside that room to next one of the ghosts came running behind us with knives “I want meat. I want meat” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, AAEEEEEEE, we all shouted and ran outside the room and entered a dark room. Nothing was visible there, my head hit against a wall and I shouted “aaaa”. Everyone added to my shouting “aaaaaaaa ,aaeeee” without knowing what had happened and then things continued. We all were shouting and ghosts were coming and going and after walking a few miles, at least that distance was miles for us, we saw light, ran there and found no way out. Suddenly 5-9 witched jumped on us “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” we all shouted and they pushed us and we all were out.
After we were out, it took us few minutes to get into breath. We were scared that those creepy things will ruin our dreams. It was actually a scary house.
It was summer 2011, we had just shifted to a new area and I needed to go to Town Square for some work. No one was available at home who could drop me off. So I thought I would go alone in public transport. My mom gave me some money to hire a taxi, I made a deal with her that I would go on a bus and will keep the money I save. It was okay with her. She told me to call her as soon as I reach there. I went to the nearest bus stop and just when I reached there, a bus came, I asked the conductor where it was going “Iqbal Park” he replied. Town Square was in the way so I jumped in and found that there was no seat, I was the only person standing.
I was getting bored so I started playing games on my phone. After 20 mins my short journey came to an end. I paid the conductor and jumped off the bus. Then I put my hands in my pocket to take out my phone to call my mom. I realized that the phone was not in my pocket. I searched every pocket. Panic! I dropped my phone in the bus. The bus had stopped for some passengers. I ran after it, the bus started. Bus was running, so was I. The distance between bus and me increased. I was about to give up and feel sorry for myself. Suddenly the bus stopped again and didn’t give up. I reached near the bus and shouted “ruko” (stop). The conductor heard me and asked the driver to stop. I climbed in the bus and there on the was my phone lying. I thanked the conductor and God.
I was breathing heavily. My heart was about to come out of my mouth. I sat down on the pavement, relaxed and called my mom. Had I not been lucky, I would not have got my phone back.
It was December, time for our looong winter vacations. I was very excited to go outstation, somewhere I could just enjoy and forget about everything. My parents decided to go to Delhi to my uncle’s home. I was very happy to go there. I was not sure of it would be fun or not, but it was for sure that I wasn’t going to miss school but friends. I was to go with my mom and we were to stay there for a month. A month, that’s a long time. It was going to be fun. Me + my cousins + holidays = fun. That was simple. Delhi was not new to me, I knew many roads and places and could go to different places on my own. My dad dropped us at the airport and I was happy that I would be in Delhi in 2 hours. I reached Delhi and my uncle’s home. I was very happy to meet him and my cousins. I and my cousins used to go to new places everyday and have lots and lots of fun. I was very happy, but then after a week I started missing things, my friends, my room, my home, my laptop and other important things. I wanted to come back home. I had to stay there for 3 more loong weeks. ’3 weeks’ I said to myself. I can stay here for three more weeks. My fun days soon changed into boring days after my cousins’ school started. Now we didn’t go for excursions everyday. I was getting bore there and was missing my home, friends, laptop and school. I hadn’t thought of it even in my wildest dreams that I will miss school. But I was missing it. Somehow 3 weeks passed and I reached my home. The moment I reached my home I just switched on my laptop and relaxed in my room and remembered those moments in school with my friends.
I learned a lesson during my stay in Delhi that wherever you go, your city will always be missed by you, no matter what.
It started a long time ago, I always wanted to become a blogger and get famous like everyone wants to. I wandered about things which every blogger may have thought about. What will I post? Will I have readers? Will I achieve my dream? Will my blog be good? Always surrounded by thousands of questions and only one dream. A dream to become a famous blogger with millions of readers.
Only thing I had to do was to think of a topic and start posting. I thought of every topic I could post on, from science to magic, poetry to stories, literature to battles, history to future. Choosing a topic for the blog was the most difficult task. Then one day I was sitting,t thinking about the topic and came up with an idea in my mind that if I post about magic or science it would be good. But I had very few things to post so I had to change the topic then suddenly I realized the world around me and my life and came up with an idea to post about stories from my dreams and life. If I post about my dreams and life I would never get out of stories and there will be new posts everyday. This was final, I was to post about stories about my life and dreams. Everything was going good in my life except the fact that I had a big problem. A problem even able people were not able to come over, a problem called time. I had no time for blogging. So I SQUEEZED time from my schedule for posting. I made a blog and started posting. The blog was called “my everyday story”. The first followers of my blog were my friends and then people I didn’t knew started following my blog and then I posted everyday and gained new followers everyday. I didn’t go on outings, instead I choose blogging.
It was going on like this and in one year I had 20k followers. I kept on blogging. No matter what. And then the time came when I reached 1M followers. “1M followers”. I shouted loudly and jumped off the chair and started dancing like a lunatic. I was the happiest person in the world at that moment. Then I heard someone shout “you’re late for school” and I woke up from my sleep.