Blogging 2/2

She lay under the starry sky, enjoying the cool breeze that played with her hair. It was midnight and her mind was thinking in overdrive. She scrolled down her Instagram feed but found nothing new. She also tried Whatsapping hatsapping some of her friends but they were all asleep. Bored with everything, she let nostalgia drown her in the sea of memories. In that pleasantly cold winter night, she started thinking about all the interesting things she had done in her life. Well, they seemed interesting at the time she took part in them, but now they all felt boring.

She thought about taking sketching classes and then quitting it. She recalled being the captain of net ball team and achieving 3rd place in her school. Despite holding 3rd position in drama writing and being president of English debates back in the day, she seldom wrote now.

The most interesting days were when she took part in "CIMA spelling competition" and "Spelling Bee". Going as far in the "CIMA spelling competition" as finals was one of the best experiences of her life. She also remembered the day she participated in "Inter-school Urdu Mushaira (poetic sitting)" and later, being assigned the president of Urdu debates in her college.

But she got bored of all these things eventually. Random photography that she had been doing lately, had also lost its charm now. Though she hadn't abandoned any of her hobbies completely, she hadn't indulged in them regularly either. Choosing the difficult field of chartered accountancy also left little spare time for her. Exhausted from her tough studies and fed up of the monotonous routine, she looked for new ways of enjoyment. Her mind was constantly coming up with new ideas and the best of them all was... Blogging!

Blogging! 1/2

He closed his books and stared at the clock hoping that he had spent at least 2 hours lost in his back aching studies. It was 6 after the sun had set. A cool breeze came flying in through the open window along with only the rustling of leaves. The evening, lacking the laughs of children to him which were just noises, was as perfect as he could imagine. Taking breaths of relief, he decided to take 5 min away from his tomes. Unplugged his mobile from the charger, he started strolling Facebook. Swiping his thumb over the screen, hoping to find something interesting but nil. He shut his eyes and laid on his bed. His legs hung freely like vines reaching to touch the ground from trees in a rain forest. A loner as he was, he was always searching for new ways to keep himself at doing something. But he never was consistent with anything.

2 years from today, he felt motivated to do art. One random day, sitting in a classroom, listening to the teacher's continuous rumbling, he felt helplessly bored. If a bomb hadn't exploded in the vicinity and had given a harder, faster pump to his heart, he would have gone mad by the lack of enthusiasm in the scene. Left with nothing, he held the pencil tight, and started moving it randomly on the rough notebook on his work table. He hadn't before honed his skills in the traditional arts of sketching. But after violently rubbing the pencils top to the paper, he came up with something better than what he had imagined. He was a natural at this. Uncovering his new found talents, he decided to study and make himself better at this. He practiced, progressed, then his teachers acknowledged his prowess in the arts and sent him to the "All Pakistan Federal Colleges Arts Competition". Remarkably, just after 2 months of practice and not much of hard work, he toppled everybody and claimed the 3rd position. Next year, the professors of the college, again recommended the champion of last year to once again participate. Everyone had high hopes in him but himself. Yet again he secured the 3rd position. But after a few months, his interest in arts diminished and he went for something else. His new interest was Photography. He always had admired images of diverse details and had always wondered about the story behind the image. The way it was made, the equipment that was used, the light preferred for the shot. Everything interested him! He bought a Nikon D3100 as allowed his pocket. Equipped with the beginner level digital SLR, armed with a 18-55mm kit lens, he used to wander in the opens day and night for a perfect shot of the day. Other than sketching, painting and photography, he also had once embraced the skill of story writing but that hadn't much flourished. 

He couldn't come up with anything to do in the time he had taken away from his books. Then a wild thought came up in his mind. Blogging!