AROUND MY HEAD IN ABOUT.................A FEW MINUTES!

I had a dream, an interesting one. It was magical you could say. It was quite....................unusual.

I was peeping through the front door of my flat. I was surprised that the door was narrowly open as I just came from school and my parents were at work! Two men were chatting, something I couldn't make out. They kept chatting for half an hour. I was paralyzed.

Why can't I run to the watchman and complain?, I thought.
Suddenly and unexpectedly my left hand pushed open the door.
"NO!", I screamed.
I closed my eyes for sometime, then I saw that both men had vanished!
"Hell! What's wrong with my left hand?", I whispered.

I entered my bed room and put down my bag after carefully locking my door. I opened my cupboard, to take out fresh clothes. As soon as I put them on, my left leg started pulling me to the end of the cupboard!

I banged my head on the wall of the cupboard and I was surprised that I was in another world. I couldn't notice everything as my leg was still pulling me. I could see only black, black and more black!

I tried stopping my left leg with my right, but no luck. The left leg just continued pulling me.
Am I suffering from Alien Hand Syndrome?, I thought.
My leg kept pulling me till a large black door, which I wouldn't have noticed, if its golden handle was not prominent. The door opened in front of me and there was darkness!

Well, if you really think this was my dream then 'fooled you'. Otherwise, sorry for wasting you time!

Hasta la Vista,
K

FOOD!

I................I am a great fan of food. I may be thin, but a great fan of food. Besides I get hungry about five-six times a day. I am not a great fan of eating out, actually the food source never matters to me. I don't have a favourite food, so don't bother asking me that question. I like spicy, being Indian. I love sweet(anytime brother). 

Sweet food are one of my favourites I could say. I do have a sweet tooth, as some people say it. Chocolate cakes, butterscotch pastries, chocolate chip cookies, fruit salad with sugar syrup is quite an appetite for me. I have always wondered, how lucky foodies are, as they live to eat rather than the other way round! Fascinating isn't it? Besides who wouldn't like going all around the world and eating cakes dripping with chocolate and whip cream, with almonds crunching in their mouths and hazelnuts getting shredded into pieces(can feel it in my mouth). Eating pastas coated with ketchup and cheese. Soft and smooth, allowing your mouth to just move along with the groove of the food.

Fruits getting blended into smoothies, which just sweetens your tongue with its exotic flavour.  Ice-creams coated with chocolate sauce and crunchy almond. Melting in your mouth, until it sinks in. Chillies burning your tongue and soothing your throat by clearing all disturbances.

Bread and jam just sweetening your morning with their nutritious flavour. Marmalade and chocolate spread would do well too. Egg, not having much of taste but strengthening  you with its vitamins(scrambled egg is what I like , especially with chillies). Sandwich, with cheese and sweet tomatoes and salty potatoes and lettuce, and ketchup or mustard or both, with mayonnaise just crunching in your mouth. Ha! Who can forget the bread coated with butter before sandwich-ing your vegetables and other things between it.

Well! Wake up!

Hasta la Vista,
K 

BEING THE ONLY CHILD!

I am the only child of my parents and therefore the most lonely in the house. Unlike my cousins, who get to irritate their siblings all the time, I'm restricted to irritating myself or anyone else who gets irritated easily(mom is one). Once upon a time, I thought it would be hilarious to have a baby brother or sister who I could keep troubling all the time(after their infant stage of course). When I think of it now, it scares me!

I understood that the elder sibling troubling the smaller one is way old. It is the vice versa now. You could really mark those words; vice versa! For example my cousin sister who is like twenty days older to me has a smaller sister who is seven years of age. Puny as any girl or boy of that age would be, but very clever. She could have everything her way by just getting her sister vexed. The method is quite simple.

HOW TO GET THINGS DONE YOUR WAY!

Ingredients:
an elder sibling
your mother
yourself

Method:
Keep irritating your sibling by either continuously hitting him/her or stealing something from his/her wardrobe. He/she will soon get angry. They'll be sure to give you a nice whacking too, but never mind that. Instead go complain to your mother that your sister/brother is hitting you. It would be nice if you complain when she is busy with some kind of work.

Result:
You'll find that your mother will soon yell at your sibling and your sibling will be forced to work your way.

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So you see why it scares me now. Besides now I'm used to living without siblings and facing my boredom. There are means you know. Fascinating means that I will let you readers figure out.

YOUNGER SIBLINGS!!!!! YECH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hasta la Vista,
K

FIRS' DAY AT THE POOL

"Mom! I'll learn swimming in three days time, you wait and watch!", I shouted.
"Yeah perhaps...........Maybe.", my mom replied unconvincingly.

I was just waiting to jump into the pool the next day. I had swimming classes, and swimming used to always interest me. Not that I wanted to be a pro, it was just fun to learn, and you could show-off a lot after learning the particular sport. Six hundred dirhams was rather costly, but worth it.

The very same day, me and my dad went out hunting for swimming trunks and goggles(I was relieved as I was finally out of the house after say, three days). We got it in ADIDAS. Branded clothes is what I love. We came back home, delighted with our shopping.

Next day I got up happily. Packed everything I needed for the class inside a bag. Dad, drove me to my class, with some difficulty as it was the day after Christmas, as it was very messed up outside, with broken spray painting bottles etc. We got there after ten minutes of road rash, and finally met my teacher, Chris.

After a quick change of clothes I jumped into the swimming pool. My instructor(Chris)literally jumped into the pool. Then asked the strangest question in the world;
"Do you know how to blow a candle?"
What? What has that got to do with swimming? I am here to learn swimming , Mr.Chris!, I thought.
"Course I do.", I said.
"Okay, so go under water and blow a candle.", he said.
Which candle? What candle? Who's candle? Can a candle burn under water?, I thought.
"Blow a candle," he said. " Like this."
He actually showed me how to blow a candle. He blew at his fingers and then told me to do the same under water(without the finger, of course). Then I knew what he said. I dipped my head into the water and blew air out of my lungs.
"No, no!", Chris said, startling me. "First inhale air through your mouth and then blow the bubbles under water."
"Oh," I said. "Like that."
Then I inhaled air through my mouth, burning my lungs with chlorine and dampness, and dipped my head into the water again and blew air out of my lungs, thus forming bubbles inside water.
"Good!", my teacher said. "Now come here, catch this wall and blow bubbles, stretching your arms."
I did what I was told.
"Now dip your head into the water, then come up, look at tree in front of you, inhale through your mouth, dip your head into the water again, and blow your bubbles."
"Aye.", I replied.
Again I did what I was told.
"Look at the tree!", my teacher told me.
'Kay I'm getting it, stop pushing me., I thought.

After some time of repeating the exercise, my teacher asked me to move my legs while blowing the bubbles. He kept asking me to relax in between(which I found hard to do).
"Good! Now time to learn how to float.", my teacher said.
"Thank God! Finally!", I said.

He kept lecturing me about keeping the body straight, not forgetting to blow the bubbles and so on. After substantial practising, I got to go home.

At home my mom asked me, "How was your class?"
"Good.", I replied
"So, how did you like swimming?"
"Like it?! I'm obsessed with it!"
"And, besides, about learning swimming in three days, I got to think over it.", I said.

Hasta la Vista,
K