Back again to the daily grind...

This time, our eid stretched for 5 days instead of the usual 3…and none of them felt like eid at all….just felt like five huge family reunions. But this was what I wished for, and I’m not one to complain if I get a little tired and more than a little cranky at the never-ending stream of relatives that poured in from every nook and cranny of that lovely, congested, virus-infected city by the sea… But I must admit I heaved a HUGE sigh of relief when I finally got back to Lahore…seriously, Lahore’s like some ultra-clean, spick and span place abroad after you’ve been exposed to the everlasting trucks, the consequently ruined roads, and the terror of Karachi. Why do I say terror? Because that city’s chock-full of bloody criminals!…everyone I talk to has either been mugged themselves, or else someone from their immediate family has been held at gunpoint, kidnapped, had their car stolen and what not…crazy city… And I am sick. Physically, mentally, psychologically…and every other way. My mind refuses to work, my teachers refuse to think of me as a human being, and my cousin refuses to go back to Karachi, and my family refuses to eat at home any night of the week. I am sick of the weird silence in the house when my sis goes to university at odd hours. I am sick of my li’l sis’s whines because her homework isn’t perfect and she hasn’t rattofied every reader in her course. I am sick of finding the most wonderful books everywhere I go and having to stop my self because there are only 26 days to go before the exams I am sick of the unfinished poems making my school file so fat and my desk so messy I am sick of the literature teachers who sing my praises to my mom at the PTC and then express their anxiety about my oh-so-sad face in class… I am sick and tired of MECHANICS, which I understand perfectly but forget all about the next second… I am sick of Strings’ forum, or borum, as joy so very aptly calls it…it has nothing in it and will never be what the old stringers made it… This post was originally twice the length it is, but I have cut out half the complaints… Well, I have now resolved not to come back here until I am absolutely satisfied with my studies for the day…from now on, I am just locking myself up in that darned drawing room, and neatofy my notes, rattofy definitions, start revising everything and making life hell for myself…so long and so goodbye!