One day I excitedly told
my university friends that this girl is my best friend since primary School.
‘This Girl’ gave me the unforgettable disgusted ‘I-don’t-know-her’ look and
walked away.
She used to be in the team
I was the leader of. The team which recorded all the geography project measurements standing next to a huge plant in the ground when instructed to
stand in open ground. I still
wonder why they all blindly followed such a dumb leader. Well if you know how
to lead they will follow no matter how absurd, pointless messed up your ideas
maybe. Thumbs Up to that!
Whoever tells the story
always gets to be the hero in it, or you can just be yourself. After pondering
hard for a few days I finally found my heroic story. Sadly lies is for people
with good memories. Not for people like me who are interrupted in the middle of
a funny story with, “You already told me that”. Then a very long and
disturbing awkward silence falls for I'd be so caught up in the story. With that
zigzag subject change, I become unsure about everything and blackout.
So it starts like this, me
and my two younger cousins were latecomers at school. Unexpectedly our school
decided to set punishment for late arrivals. As usual we pass through the gate, threw our bags under the tree and ran to join the assembly when someone
called us from behind. We turned and froze. My cousins looked at me with worry
in their eyes.
Our Principal eyed us and
said in the most annoying voice ever, “Where do you come from? LAHORE?” (stressing on Lahore). Watch on the urge to address her as fiery dragon even if
it helps to picture better, for we are grownups. I stepped forward. The valid excuse I could
think of was flat tire. There was a small pause but then she let us go. Phew that
was close I thought.
Back at school we took
rules very seriously for we knew there neither was any compromise from the
teachers nor any guard from our parents.
The next day we were LATE again cause the car tire actually flattened.
This is where we started to believe lies always invite bad luck. It kept us
from the regular excuses like death of some family member out of the fear it
might come as a curse. Choice between the Curse and the fiery dragon was easy.
Today we already stopped by the tree
near the school gate to hear, “Where do you come from? LAHORE?”
This time I started with a
sad story that was so long that by the end we thought what in the world are we
doing here. I remember exactly what she said with a broad smile before she let
us go, “You are a good story teller”.
No matter how many
achievements or jack of all traits you are. We always will be a loser to
someone. Problem is we worry about being a loser to one and forget being a Hero
to so many others.
I always thought I’d grow
up to be smart like Blossom from the PowerPuff Girls, but ended up becoming
that extremely annoying NARRATOR from the ‘Sheep in the Big City’. Oh well I’ll
take that if you let me know, the ‘Chemical X’ used to create these PowerPuff
Writings, is not wasted.