A day of studying...

No, I have not spent the whole day studying…I rarely do that in the holidays, even though I should. My notes are a mess…but I’m still not going to neatofy them unless I practically have to. When I’m studying for the mocks, that is. Neways, I just want to illustrate what kinds of stuff I have to study, and what weird things can happen in the wee hours of the morning when you’re studying with full speed. For example, take The Comedy of Errors. To begin with, there was not one bookshop in the whole of Pakistan that carried it. I mean, a famous Shakespeare play, and not ONE shop has it? How silly is that? Every bookshop has at least the A’ and O’ levels course books, but not The Comedy of Errors. Oh no no no…Anyways, we imported it, and it is this wonderful Arden edition I have now…so wonderful, it has notes and everything. And very interesting notes they are too…I was reading through them, and there was this long footnote at the bottom of the page…apparently, a psychologist has interpreted The Comedy of Errors as ‘Shakespeare’s expression of an unconscious desire for incest with his mother’. Lovely reading at 2 a.m in the morning…rite? No wonder it wasn’t available in Pakistan…. Well, there’s another theory I know abt Shakespeare now, that I would have been much better off not knowing about. Why is everybody intent on spoiling Shakespeare for me? One of my literature teachers even told us in 9th grade that Shakespeare was rumored to be a woman and, furthermore, a lesbian! Thank you SO much…that was exactly what I needed to get inspired… Neways, ten minutes later, I had gone to get a drink of water, and the water in the cooler stared getting ripples all of a sudden…it’s a huge, transparent bottle, so you could see all the water splashing around inside. Anyways, it wasn’t a demon or anything…just another earthquake. I instinctively looked up at the ceiling fan….yep, moving all right. Went into the drawing room, looked at the chandelier…yep, merrily swinging away. I suppose I was the only waking person at the time in Lahore who felt it. And like the over-efficient person I am, I stood in the lounge, looking up at the fan and the hanging lights all moving, listening to the jars clattering on the table...thinking ‘shall I wake everyone up? I’ll just wait a few minutes…when things begin to fall of the shelves, I’ll start calling them…’ I’m of no earthly use when there’s danger…God knows what mite have happened if it had been a really serious earthquake. But it stopped after five minutes…yeah, I was even timing it. The day after next I read in the newspapers that it was a Richter 6.5 earthquake in Muzaffarabad, but as everything was already so broken up, there was no damage done. So that was one of the days of my studying…in fact, that’s all I remember…it’s just as well I suppose…