Frustration.

So all of a sudden the usual troubles have come back. I was having a 'normal' time but then, its me. Monday and Raafay never get along well and it's proved. I reached university in the usual mood and was waiting for the Lab to start when my friend told me that my attendance for the computer programing is only 39%, that too after I haven't missed a single lecture all my semester. It was during the mid term exams when I was told that my name has been registered with Computer Sciences department, on checking the registration form it was clear that I had mentioned Mechatronics department. I was told to write an application requesting a change in the department, I did so hours before my exam. I was told that the problem will be solved and I must not worry. Mid terms passed and I haven't been marked present at all.
Well I went to the coordinator again and I was told that the registration will be sorted but I should convince the lecturer to mark me present on each and every date by hand with signatures and for that I should have some proof that I was present.  Thankfully I talked with the lab in charge and he marked me present for a few labs, still have to talk with mam and double thanks that I had noted down each and every lecture with date mentioned!

It was Muharram and I had four holidays in succession so we decided to go back home for one full week. Going home is perhaps the best time of my university life and I wait for it. We got the seats pretty late, 1:30am and that too was an extra bus especially for Muharram as everyone was going back home. We reached early morning and Hamza's friend was there to receive us. Papa and Mama couldn't come as they had to go to the hospital. The good thing was, papa didn't forget our favorite breakfast :D Manal came later in the day so the family was complete :) Next day we had to visit our village as my uncle had returned after Hajj and all the family was present. For a change all the cousins were together and we had a really good time :) It was also the time when we played cricket and I won both the matches quite easily in the end :D The next day we had to visit our Khala as my cousin is getting married, we decided that a few basics and the dresses so that we don't waste much time when we come back to Multan. Again all the cousins from the other side were together and enjoyed alot as usual. The next day was when all the cousins who were to village came back and stayed at our place, we decided against watching a movie which was the usual routine and sat togetherr, talking for hours and hours, didn't even know it was morning by the time we felt sleepy.

Its good actually to talk about the activities of past. Past is always pleasant even if it was the worst time of our lives, we can just talk about, Cherish the good memories, even laugh at the more dreadful ones. Now the fifth day was supposed to be the time when I had to enjoy the most. No one except family, reading novels, music at night, teasing Manal and Hamza and Tamur, but then Manal had to go back to Bahawalpur and Tamur had school to attend. Hamza and me were all alone and I didn't feel like doing anything. Then a friend of mine gave me this Idea and we decided to go back home, consoling myself that I'll be home early to attend the marriage ceremony of my cousin. We packed at a short notice and went to the terminal and after 3 hours of struggle got the seat. The very day I reached Islamabad and reached university I was told that I have two quizzes, I quickly prepared for them and well they went fine, next few days were busy and I didn't even have time to scratch my head :D

The way Pakistani Cricket team are playing these days, makes me feel the proudest Pakistani ever. Everything they do goes right, every player they play does his best, every match they play results in something big and a victory, thanks Allah and I hope this winning streak doesn't end. Just look at the record here since January. Beating New Zealand in the test and ODI series, reaching the World Cup Semi Final, beating West Indies in the ODI and leveling the test series, beating Ireland in the ODI series, Clean sweeping Zimbabwe in both the formats, beating Srilanka in the respective formats, and now thrashing Bangladesh. But I will again repeat, the biggest test will be the England series and my heart gives me a feeling that Pakistan will be the winners. This in my life has been the most consistent and hungry team ever.

ummm and NO, no philosophy this time. I wanted to write just to get rid of all the frustration that has been burning inside me.. :D