Yo, I'm back B). Feels great to be back on blogger *peaceful whatsapp smiley*. Couldn't blog these three days cuz of two reasons:- 1. I was really busy, and 2. I couldn't figure out what to write anyways. I hope you people didn't miss me much :P.
So anyways what's been keeping me busy these past three days is some editing that I have to do for my college magazine. I'm, like, one of the student editor of this magazine which I doubt anyone reads. And if you think this is a piece of cake (like I did, when I accepted the offer), then you're absolutely, completely, WRONG. This is the crappiest thing that I've done in quite some time. Let me explain how I got selected for this godforsaken post. See we had this essay writing competition in college, so I thought I should try it out, not caring whether I win or not (read my first post for details) and I honestly thought I wouldn't win.
How wrong I was.
I got the first prize. And when the announcement was being made, I was standing outside the class. For coming late for the lecture. Oh how dramatic my life is. So as the English teacher came out of the class as the lecture got over, I casually asked her about the results of the essay writing. "What's your name?" she asks me. "Qazi, Qazi Aamir", I reply, like a boss. Nah, kidding, just said "Aamir *yawn*". Yes, with a yawn. And she screams, "WHY WERE YOU NOT IN THE CLASS?!?!".....
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......"BECAUSE I CAME LATE B*TCH!!"
....screamed my mind.
How wrong I was.
I got the first prize. And when the announcement was being made, I was standing outside the class. For coming late for the lecture. Oh how dramatic my life is. So as the English teacher came out of the class as the lecture got over, I casually asked her about the results of the essay writing. "What's your name?" she asks me. "Qazi, Qazi Aamir", I reply, like a boss. Nah, kidding, just said "Aamir *yawn*". Yes, with a yawn. And she screams, "WHY WERE YOU NOT IN THE CLASS?!?!".....
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......"BECAUSE I CAME LATE B*TCH!!"
....screamed my mind.
"Uh because I was late for the lecture", said my tongue.
*glare*
*return glare*
"Congratulations, you came first in the essay writing competition" she said, rather stiffly.
"F**K YEAH! WOO HOO! OH YEAH! I'M F**KING AWESOME! " screamed my mind again.
"Really? Thanks a lot", I said.
She gave me one last glance, still trying to digest the fact that I was the winner of her essay writing competition. Yeah, shit happens sometimes.
The next time I met her in class she was a little more calm. I saw through the her fake calmness at once. She is the kind of teacher who gets hysterical over small things. And I soon came to know why she was behaving like that. She goes, "Are you interested in becoming the student editor for the college magazine?" "Uhh... I'll think over it and tell you"
"Take your time :)" No, not a typo. She actually gave me a smile. I dunno what's with the smiles. I get them a lot. Anyways, in the end I did accept the offer, after like 2 weeks or so. And no, I didn't think over it. I thought if I refuse, I'd feel guilty afterwards for not trying it out.
So she calls me and another chick (who came 2nd) one day and tells us what we have to do. We get some essays and poems that we have to check out, make changes to them so that they are better, type it on MS Word™, and bring it to her on a pen drive. What the hell -.-".
The real problem starts when I read the essays (the essays which had
lost against my essay). And I didn't take time to figure out why they lost.
You see, there are good essays/poems, then there's a big pile of shit, and then are the essays/poems which I had to edit. No, not all of them were bad. Some of them were really good. But the ones which were bad were very bad. Like really, really bad.
Like there was this one essay titled "Women Empowerment", and it was the worst essay I've ever read. Seriously. An excerpt:-
"As far as it is considered, the well being of women is being improvised. But somewhere or the other womens are spoilt and affected in either of the ways. The way the men stare at women is terrific. Once cannot imagine women not in the country, if this happens all the males and children would have gone on strike"
*glare*
*return glare*
"Congratulations, you came first in the essay writing competition" she said, rather stiffly.
"F**K YEAH! WOO HOO! OH YEAH! I'M F**KING AWESOME! " screamed my mind again.
"Really? Thanks a lot", I said.
She gave me one last glance, still trying to digest the fact that I was the winner of her essay writing competition. Yeah, shit happens sometimes.
The next time I met her in class she was a little more calm. I saw through the her fake calmness at once. She is the kind of teacher who gets hysterical over small things. And I soon came to know why she was behaving like that. She goes, "Are you interested in becoming the student editor for the college magazine?" "Uhh... I'll think over it and tell you"
"Take your time :)" No, not a typo. She actually gave me a smile. I dunno what's with the smiles. I get them a lot. Anyways, in the end I did accept the offer, after like 2 weeks or so. And no, I didn't think over it. I thought if I refuse, I'd feel guilty afterwards for not trying it out.
So she calls me and another chick (who came 2nd) one day and tells us what we have to do. We get some essays and poems that we have to check out, make changes to them so that they are better, type it on MS Word™, and bring it to her on a pen drive. What the hell -.-".
The real problem starts when I read the essays (the essays which had
lost against my essay). And I didn't take time to figure out why they lost.
You see, there are good essays/poems, then there's a big pile of shit, and then are the essays/poems which I had to edit. No, not all of them were bad. Some of them were really good. But the ones which were bad were very bad. Like really, really bad.
Like there was this one essay titled "Women Empowerment", and it was the worst essay I've ever read. Seriously. An excerpt:-
"As far as it is considered, the well being of women is being improvised. But somewhere or the other womens are spoilt and affected in either of the ways. The way the men stare at women is terrific. Once cannot imagine women not in the country, if this happens all the males and children would have gone on strike"
Another excerpt from an essay, which wasn't as bad as the first one, titled "The Uttarakhand Calamity : Man made or natural?"
"....Mainly people believe that the destruction are made by God our destined by God. But if it is true how did destruction had taken place near by a such a huge, famous pilgrimage, i.e. Kashi and Vishwanath?"
"....Mainly people believe that the destruction are made by God our destined by God. But if it is true how did destruction had taken place near by a such a huge, famous pilgrimage, i.e. Kashi and Vishwanath?"
Note: The above excerpts is not the work of the amateur blogger. The blogger doesn't own any copyright for the same(and doesn't want to anyways). There were no exaggerations done by the blogger either.
That's about it. If I write excerpts from all the essays, then I'll probably never finish this post ever.
One of the essay, however, was really good. Maybe I'll post it the next time.
And yeah, there's my essay too, but the other chick who came 2nd has it, so I'll have to wait for college to start again before I can post that.
One of the essay, however, was really good. Maybe I'll post it the next time.
And yeah, there's my essay too, but the other chick who came 2nd has it, so I'll have to wait for college to start again before I can post that.
Hope you liked this post. Until next time, take care, adios.
