Dawn to Dusk

Oh summer vacations .Every year I can't wait for summer vacations, but I never learn.They always end up as boring and immensely dull. So, this poem describes my day and my thoughts during the summer vacations, from the moment I wake up till the moment I sleep. Don't be alarmed, I am not always this lazy, this poem makes up about one-thirds of my summer vacation. So here it goes, enjoy :).

Dawn To Dusk

Eyes blurring, mind concentrating,

suddenly I think, no more procrastinating!

I avert my eyess to the time,
all my passionate, yet temporary, ambitions sublime.

The conscience whispers,"you can catch sleep for another hour or two",
the heart cries, "No!" The brain says, "we're through!"

But I am already asleep,
being nothing more than a lazy, useless heap.

Before noon I rise from my slumber,
"who am I? What am I?" I try to remember.

Abandoning my philosophy,
from the clutches of my bed I try to break free.

The stairs I descend,
and the meal of breakfast I attend.

Then a whispering voice I hear,
so sweet, to deny it I can not possibly bear.

Oh! It is that constraining P.C,
it strangles me, it crushes me.

I am forced into submission by this abominable beast,
for it, I am just an every day feast.

I turn it on,
just to become an unproductive pawn.

Some websites I surf, some games I play,
time passes, and so the whole day.

I watch episodes into the night,
spend the whole night, I might.

Wearily, a few hours before dawn,
with all my will I shut it down, all my energy already gone.

I dump myself onto the bed,
my eyes drooping like they're full of lead

    Tomorrow is going to be different, I think, It's going to be more productive,
But alas, it's just a broken promise, I know I'll never be constructive.

So these are my summer hours of laze,
But at the end I love these days.

This sums up my summer vacations :D

Operation D.E.A.T.H (part 2)

The class erupted into cheers of joy. In words their happiness can not, absolutely, be described.I can just say that it was absolutely wonderful.

Continued:

I had made a fatal mistake but I had no inkling of my fate. If there is one thing I've learnt about life is that fate has a sense of humor. A cruel sense of humor. This was something I had learnt standing in this very classroom. That would happen shortly afterwards.

The children had quickly attempted their ten MCQs and were lollygagging around when suddenly the door opened, out of instinct the children scrambled to their chairs.Two authoritative men emerged from the door. Their presence was enough to silence the whole class. The first man had jet,black hair, black shades and he wore a suit with a tie he looked younger than the other man. He walked with firm steps and observed the students. He had seen the children in their unusual freedom. The second man was dressed in the exact same manner but his hair was lined with white.

I suddenly realized that, they were from the board of education.Which made my heart speed up.They walked to the front of the class. Their presence was like iron, strong and grey. The first man regarded me and said,"I was under the impression that the students were undergoing examinations."

"Yes they are, or were, actually but the students ha-have done exceptionally well and finished before the time limit." I nervously replied.

"Which examination was today?"

"Ma-mathematics."

"I see." Came the obstinate reply.

He now addressed one of the students "Can you multiply?"

"Of course!" The student proudly declared.

"Ok, what is twelve times seven."

"Seventy-four!"

A cry of  dismay rose from the students.

"Seventy-five?" He tried yet again, but was silenced with a highly radioactive look from the second man.

Both men looked ready to blow a thunderstorm, Zeus style. One of them opened his mouth, but no words came out. His mouth looked black and endless as a void. The really strange thing was that his mouth began to grow no, expand. his mouth began to expand. It expanded until it enveloped me in its darkness. I felt my eyes opening. Funny, I didn't remember closing them. When my eyes opened I found myself in bed. I got up and then I realized it was all a dream. I heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was all a dream, or was it? I thought. It had all seemed so real, so vivid.With much difficulty I brought myself back to the present.

Deep in thought, I got ready for school and then I remembered today was my Exam. I prepared myself for any initial black-outs. When I reached my school I began to realize something was wrong because our teacher was telling us about a plan.... A very familiar plan.

"I'll call it Operation: Disastrous Examinations Annihilated by the Teacher of Harmony, or Operation D.E.A.T.H for short!" The teacher finished.

This was met by cheers and applause by the rest of the students and a groan by me. My dream had been a vision!! As the papers were distributed I suddenly emitted a screech , much like that of a beaten up cat, only more human. All the students and the teacher looked at me. I fell to the floor and clutched my stomach. The teacher cautiously walked over to me and said, "What's wrong?"

"Queasy stomach." Came the meek reply.

"Do you want to go home?" He asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"You'll be missing on a lot of fun." He said.

I just replied with a groan, I must say it was very convincing, well I had been practicing them. Some minutes later I was on my way home. I  had no inkling of what was going on. But I saw a car on the way, only three words were inscribed on the number plate: Board Of Education.

The End

You can find Part 1 here.

Operation D.E.A.T.H (Part 1)

Some say Teachers are horrible creatures of doom, I too once agreed with this absurd, but generally true claim against the general body of the Teaching staff. But now, as I grew into my adulthood I let go of my past and refined my ideas. I put my ambition, the sole purpose of my existence as clearing  the name of (some ;not all ) wrongly accused  Teachers.

 I got employed at some elementary school, it started out as a wonderful job. But tonight I was hatching a bold plan, at least trying to. I was thinking about the memories of my school years, how I had hated those repulsive, no-good examinations.It was, after all, an exam for my students tomorrow. On that fateful night it hit me like  a cannonball. I would pull the greatest life saving operation of all time! I sat there planning. I'll call it operation: Disastrous Examinations Annihilated by Teacher of Harmony, or operation D.E.A.T.H for short.

'The children are gonna love it,' I thought.

To make a long story short, they did! As I walked into the class, I announced  'your examinations will begin in fifteen minutes.'

'Aww!,' they groaned.

'But I have a surprise for you,' I said

'Yaay!' They cheered

'It's related to your exams' I said once again

'What is it?' They chorused.

'To put it simply you only have to attempt ten multiple choice questions and the rest is attempted  for you.' I finally blurted and I stood there in the dramatic silence waiting for that expected explosion. 

The class erupted into cheers of joy. In words their happiness can not, absolutely, be described.I can just say that it was absolutely wonderful. 

I would happily tell you the ending of my never ending story but unfortunately I am pressed for time. So -however cliche it may sound- To Be Continued.

Next time on Ramblings of Awe:

Yes this is the big hint. And no, I will not be shot
into the stratosphere and meet a tailed cloud it's something
 else

Teachers

In this world there are some evil kings,

They kill, they steal, they torture and do all the evil things.

They are those who grapple you by your ears,

And unleash your worst fears.

Those who delight in human slavery,

And destroy a slightest hunt of bravery.

Slapping is a friendly joke,

They strangle you until you choke.

They are the dreaded TEACHERS,

Disguised as some educational preachers.

But don't let them fool you,

they're dirtier than something found under your shoe.

And eviler than,

A zombie hen.

They'll turn you as thick,

as a cemented brick.

So my friends my spoken words please heed,

And avoid this repulsive breed.

Because they blast, they destruct and destroy,

And play you around like a toy.

So good day and good bye,

And remember you must rebel and not cry

THE END

 

MILLION SORROWS

One word. A million sorrows. EXAMS
Yup, the end is nigh.Due to my EXAMS I won't be making a lot of posts. It's all just Study,Study and more  Study and some more Study multiplied by some more more Study. But on the bright side: Wait......... There is no bright side : /. Buh bye

So me >:)

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A FIFTH GRADER

My life (as a fifth grader) has come to an end but it does no harm if I relate it to you. Being a fifth grader is fun and adventurous. For example when I put my right foot on the roof and rushed back or when I was absent for (no reason) that was fun.

I should describe you my school. Going to school as most people advise is not an encouraging habit but alas the world is not perfect. Our school is over-flooded with monsters.The monsters lurk in every corner and every room. We have to take utmost care and stealth if you want to go anywhere. These monsters take away any of your belongings if they seem to be enjoying. Hate them everyone does but fighting them takes guts. If you do not know what I am talking about then you should know their common name TEACHERS.

Before I relate to you my tall tales(which I admit may have been 'slightly' exaggerated)I should tell you that please do not relate this story to a monster if you do not want to face complete and utter annihilation(but if you do want to face it you are most welcome).

As always our daily life as a fifth grader starts with chaos. As various students are proclaiming that they have not done their homework and are in panic while some of  the others have forgotten their book or copy but the most of us are playing, jumping, fighting or playing catch with somebody's packet of chips.(Haha that is really fun). Then the labor starts(Don't know what that means? I suggest looking under the label of 'productive study'). We are forced to work hours non-stop and with little mercy we are treated. As soon as our break starts we run like birds freed from a cage.

We play, we laugh, we run, we shout.

And friendship is something we learn about.

But all good things end and we dread the moment when we have to walk to class and provided all the worst periods are after the break (coincidence? I think not!). But we do our best by teasing the teacher till the end of time the period. The end of the school day is warmly welcomed and we head home preparing our defenses for yet another day of war.

My thoughts exactly. :P
                                         

WHO KNEW WHAT MAN COULD MAKE.

Who knew what man could make,
A single boat can cross a lake.

A Radio,Computer and telephone,
To the world man has shown.

The internet beloved of the young generation,
To our mind it does the infiltration.

But above it all is the power of pen,
Which can conquer whole civilizations of men.

         THE END

MY DEAR HOMELAND

Here is poem I dedicate to my country:

Pakistan

Once our country was one of the best,

everyone welcomed it as a guest.

But nowadays,
 people sit in their couches and eat the Lays.

People have forgotten unity,
with it we could to infinity.

Together we can bring peace,
and then we shall all live in ease.

DECISION.....

I have decided that this blog is for my own works EXAMPLE: memes,poems,stories e.t.c

My very first and original :D

THE BLOG

THE BLOG.        DHAN DHAN DHAN DHAAAAN.

Sorry for the dramatic music but I like everything that way. DHAN DHAN DHAN  DHAAAAAAN.
hehe. OK, so this is my blog "BANOONY PHANOOY". Pretty cool isn't it? I don't know what i'll do with it. So g00dbye everyone. *Hands Cookies and runs of*.