Writing 101: Third Time’s the Charm

Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

For inspiration, ponder the phrase “lost and found.” What do you think about or visualize when you read this phrase? For an elementary schooler, it might be a box in their classroom, full of forgotten jackets and random toys. For a frequent traveler, it might be a facility in an airport, packed with lost phones, abandoned bags, and misplaced items.

On day four, you wrote about losing something. On day thirteen, you then wrote about finding something. So, today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of “lost and found” more generally in this post.

For the preceding blogposts, please click here- Serially lost and Serially found.

For one month, I was in charge of cleaning duty of my class. Every day, after the school got over, five students from each class would be appointed to clean the mess created by the class. We used to broom the floor, mop it and dust off the benches. This was done to inculcate in us a feeling of self- discipline and the significance of clean surroundings and hygiene. Being the in-charge, my job was to ensure that everybody did their task properly. Also, I had to collect the things students forgot in the class and dole them to their respective owners the next day.
One fine afternoon, I was standing at the podium and monitoring my pals when a girl on duty came and handed over to me the things that our classmates had forgotten. One by one, I began placing those things in the drawer. The last thing in that pile was a piece of paper on which there was depicted a story in the form of pictures and text.
It was the story of a forlorn girl whom I believed had been very rich, then, and hopefully now also! She had shown herself as a lonely girl, in tears, unwanted by her parents. Unwanted, because her parents were too busy to spend any quality time with her! They weren’t obsequious to her talks, thoughts, and desires.
After the cleaning duty got over, I came back home. As always, I discussed this with my mother and asked her about that forlorn girl’s situation. Back then, I was 10 and incapable of understanding things. My mom, as moms always do to their young kids, politely derailed from the question. With some story and her words, she convinced me to whatever she said. Mothers are, indeed, the best creation of God. Till date, my mom has the potentiality to convince me on matters nobody else can.
Then, I hadn’t understood anything. But, when I think about it today, I realize what it means for a child if she/he is ignored by her/his parents and what impact can this have on the child’s psychology. To a child, her parents represent the world. Whatever the parents do is right since a child doesn’t have the intelligence to distinguish between right and wrong. If the parents treat the child with love and affection and imbibe in her a feeling of importance and value, the child grows up to become a confident person. On the contrary, if the parents can’t spare their time for their kid, the kid will get a sense of negligence and will be under-confident. Having received such a paper from a 10 year old classmate is, certainly, one of the most peculiar and thought invoking thing I have witnessed in my life. Also, now I realize that losing a notebook or two was nothing in front of losing one’s childhood. A lost notebook can be made again, however, a lost childhood might lead to the loss of a person.

Found my Notebooks!

Writing 101: Serially Found
On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.

Tell us about the time you retrieved your favorite t-shirt from your ex. Or when you accidentally stumbled upon your fifth-grade journal in your parents’ attic. Or how about the moment you found out the truth about a person whose history or real nature you thought you’d figured out. Interpret this theme of “finding something” however you see fit.

Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second installment — loosely defined.

Almost all the girls of my class were having lunch together. I had almost broken away with that group of friends. Earlier, I was the best friend of who I believed was the leader of those cliques.

Suddenly, one of the girls sitting on the bench behind me noticed an open English notebook. The pages had turned due to the fan being right above it and the page that had opened up had my handwriting. She, at once, recognized my handwriting and questioned me as to what my notebook was doing on somebody else’s desk. I went there to see and realized that it was the notebook I had lost. I checked the name slip on the notebook and found out that the name written on it was of a girl one amongst that clique. I removed her name slip to find my name below it. At the spur of the moment, I went through the cloister to the staff room to complain about her to my class teacher cum English teacher. The teacher had been a close acquaintance to her and didn’t scold her which angered me. Instead, the teacher asked me to give my notebook to that girl given that I had already made a new notebook and she didn’t have hers and the exams were again nearby.

Furious at the teacher’s response, I came back to the class and soon discovered that my other notebook had also been stolen by her. Again, I went through the walkway to the staffroom to my moral education teacher. Even she refused to do anything at that moment and deferred any action on her part to the period after the lunch time.

After the lunch break got over, the moral education teacher came to the class and took up the matter in front of the entire class. She scolded her in front of the entire class. I liked the ignominy faced by that girl, if any, for two reasons. One, she stole my two notebooks and my class teacher didn’t say anything to her. Two, she was a part of those cliques with whom I had broken apart. I was only 10 then.

That day I came back happily and told my mother about the entire day’s incidents. Finally, I had found both my notebooks.

Lost my notebooks

Writing 101: Serially Lost Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more. This doesn’t need to be a depressing exercise; you can write about that time you lost the three-legged race at a picnic. What’s important is reflecting on this experience and what it meant for you — how it felt, why it happened, and what changed because of it. Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series. I was 10, in the fifth grade. It was the standard in which we started working with pens in school. It was a milestone standard for me for several reasons. One, we had abjured the pencils and had just begun using the fountain pen. Two, fifth grade marked the beginning of our seniority. Three, on the personal front, I had joined a new group of people, cliques. Until then, my perception was that it wasn’t easy to get into that group. One fine day, after the summer vacations had gotten over, I failed to find my English notebook. That was also the year when we started writing long answers on our own. Homework and class-work (as we called it) of two months had been lost. It meant a lot to me- a 10 year old losing her notebook only to make it, again, by hand. I wasn’t allowed to get it photocopied. The teacher felt it was good if I did the entire work again by hand. Fortunately, my mom came to my rescue and she did most of the writing for me, or she would dictate and I would write. Days later, I discovered I had lost another notebook, this time Moral Education. With this notebook also, my two months of homework and class-work were at stake. This time I tried even harder to find it. To much of my dismay, I failed to find it even. Again, my mom helped me make that notebook. However, this time, I got a fair share of scolding for not being able to take care of my things. This has been one of the losses of my life as a child. There are several other losses bigger than this- loss of my childhood school crony is amongst those. That was also when I was 10. It meant a lot to me since friends are your lifeline when you are young. You don’t understand the shrewdness of the world. Relationships are so pure and serene. To find out whether I received my notebooks back or not, please click here.

PS: Although I haven’t mentioned any name in the post, people mentioned here might read this and recognize themselves. To all of you, I want to say one thing- Today, I hold no grudges aginst you. Just for this assignment, I dug deep into my past and found this. The feelings described above are what I felt when I was 10, not today. I have moved over these childhood trifles.

Zoom in the court!

Writing 101: A Room with a View (or Just a View)
If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

A 60 feetX30 feet ground with a 7 fee4 inches net hung directly above the center line; 6 players on each side; 10 minutes to 7 in the morning and a white chalk to demarcate the boundaries of the court!
The game’s set; the ball ready! The booster on place; 3 girls on the foreplay and 2 on the rear! The girl on the service tosses the ball, stretches her arm and hand high in the air and hits the ball with momentum. The ball with yellow, white and blue stripes with parabolic trajectory, reaches the other side of the court. 3 touch play and the ball tosses over the net from one side of the court to the other.
The bell rings at 20 minutes past 7 and we run to our classes. At least for the first two lecture periods, volleyball took the reins of my mind. The blue sky with the orange gleam of the sun was a mesmerizing view. But there was something that enchanted me more than this. It was the ball- the ‘Volleyball’.
It has been 5 years now since I had played the game last night. To much of my dismay, only 2 or 3 girls played volleyball in my college and I had abjured the guys. The apathy is we couldn’t collaborate with each other. I had lost the enticing game.
If given a chance today, I want to visit the court again, spend some time with my fellow teammates, and learn few more techniques from my coach. I wasn’t a player at the national, state or district level- I had played several tournaments though! But being able to play the game was the biggest reward. I hope to adjust my schedule to resume playing someday.

Writing 101: Unlock the Mind

To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.
Keep typing (or scribbling, if you prefer to handwrite for this exercise) until your twenty minutes are up. It doesn’t matter if what you write is incomplete, or nonsense, or not worthy of the “Publish” button.

And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.

Okay, so by the clock it is 48 minutes in the morning. I have got to write till 1:08 am. I am late by 5 days. My inability to write on time defeats the very purpose of this course which is to write regularly and daily. I think I have taken this course as another engineering course. Poor thing! You know what; whatever you do in life comes back to you. Probably, you can explain this by using the theory Rhonda Byrne has used in her book, ‘The Secret’. She says when you do something; you send a frequency out in the universe. Since Newton says, ‘every action has equal and opposite reaction’. So we get a frequency similar to the frequency we send out into the universe. If you think well, good happens. I am awestruck by science and its ability to explain everything. But there are several other things that Science can’t explain. I guess it has got to evolve. It taught us the evolution of living species, but, it is yet to evolve itself. You know why I am unable to write regularly? It is not because I don’t like writing. It has got to do with time. I work for 9 hours a day! Every Indian works! And then we are all so exhausted to do anything after that. It devours the entire day. I guess, we will have to work harder to gain stamina so as so to be able to pursue our interests on a daily basis and stop procrastinating them till the weekend. Moreover, we also need to become efficient enough to be able to do our work with quality in lesser time. This will give us more time to pursue our interests. Finding time for your interests is a quintessential life. Follow your interests and passions till the infinite limit of craziness. Unless and until you have something to be crazy for in your life, your life isn’t worth living at all. Believe me on this. During my college, I lived a life wherein I didn’t pursue my interests. Ask me what a piece of shit it was! But now, that I have started following my interests; I want to live more of it. Although I have a long life pending in front of me! Sometimes the thought of my life coming to an end and a visualization of an older me scares me. It’s so great to be young- to have energy to do whatever you want to do in your life. Why does the wheel of time move? Why can’t we stay just where we are? It’s so good. Okay, I am going all blank. I don’t know why! There are 6 more minutes left. But, I am not going to publish this post now. There are a lot of typing errors. Probably, in the morning, when I wake up with a fresh mind, I am going to correct the typing errors first and then publish this piece, which I find isn’t worth publishing. But my life in college wasn’t that shitty. It was good! I have several memories of my friends. We really had a great time in hostel. I miss hostel badly. I believe, once in life time, everyone must go to the hostel. It’s absolute fun. I have written another blog on life in hostel. It’s titled ‘Time for saying goodbye’. The URL for it is https://khannar.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/time-for-saying-goodbye/. Don’t worry I didn’t waste time from 20 minutes to copy and paste the URL. I will do that once the clock strikes 1:08 am. So my friends, I hope you can bear this piece from my side. This is my first writing for Writing 101.