Okay, let me apologize to you in advance for being a
depressing ass nigger. There are some
moments, some memories in every person’s life which teaches them something.
Something useful, something scary, something positive. I’m sure all of you have
those few memories. I have always been a lame dude my whole life, going out was
not my thing. I remember, my cousins used to, literally, drag me out of my room
to go out and play with them and the fellow neighbors’ kids. I still am like
this. You can ask the other two stoodies. Anyways, I don’t really know about
the other countries, but in Pakistan, there is a trend, that just like ice
cream men, there are popcorn men, paapar men, golla ganda men, gol gappa men. I
don’t really know how to say these names in English. Let’s just say these are
unhealthy shit which kids love to eat.
At evening, whenever we
friends used to play on the street, these men used to come with their things. I
remember I used to buy popcorn for Rs. 5/- because that was the amount of money
I used to get from my parents. Rs. 5/- were not much even at that time. I
always used to imagine how much popcorn I will get for Rs. 15/- or for Rs. 20/-
Greedy douche, I know, right! Well one day I thought of saving my money up to
Rs. 20/- That meant I had to sacrifice my 3 days of daily popcorn. It was hard,
considering all the other children would be eating and I would just be watching
them, but then the bag full of popcorn worth Rs. 20/- used to come into my mind
and I agreed to do this action full of sacrifices.
So I stared. Evenings were hard, wind was hostile, nature mocking me.
What made it even worse were the eyes of popcorn man looking at me, as I stood
at the corner while all the other children gathered around him. But I had to go
all the way. There was no chance of quitting. I had to finish it. Then finally
the day came! I was struggling in keeping my patience. While playing, I was
constantly looking at the end of the street from where the popcorn man used to
emerge on his bicycle. After every minute or two I used to put my hands in my
pocket to count the four crumbled notes of Rs. 5/- At last I heard the joyous
tone of the popcorn man! I remember I was the 1st one to reach him.
With boastful expressions, I ordered him to make a packet of popcorn for Rs.
20/- I thought he would be shocked or would give me some kind of expression, but
he didn’t even care! Well, I didn’t let this ruin my moment. I was delighted! I
could feel that bag of popcorn in my hands!
Life
fucks me everywhere, so why not then? I fuckin’ fell! Yup! Apparently my legs
thought it would be the perfect time to slip. There goes the popcorn. For a
minute I wanted to cry! Why me?! Why the hell me?! But then it happened.
Popcorn man, picked me up, took my bag and filled it again with the exact same
amount of popcorn as before. I was looking at him like I used to look at
Batman. There, right there, that popcorn man became my hero. You guys have no
idea how much I enjoyed that bag of popcorn.
I know I made you all bored but you guys
will be thinking that the popcorn dude did a good thing. Well, for me he did
not! He took away the only chance from me to learn what life was teaching me.
Guys you don’t always get what you want or what you deserve. Now whenever I
used to get low marks even after preparing so hard for exams, this memory
always came to my mind. Is there any chance that the examiner would come to me
and give me more marks? Not even in a perfect world! We students work really
hard for our exams and most of us still fail to achieve what we want,
especially in Pakistan. My fellow Pakistanis will agree, but the point is that
there is nothing we can do. Life is unfair, deal with it! Sometimes we just
have to chin up and face the music. We only loose when we stop trying and give
up. So never give up! If life is stubborn, be stubborner! Microsoft word just
told me that’s not a word but you guys got my point, right? Just imagine me shouting
the last 5 lines with a freedom theme music playing at the background.
Ahahaha!! No? Okay... Anyways, thanks for reading this! Keep on visiting this
blog and check out our posts. This means a lot to us! See y’all later. Peace!
The
Stoodies over and out!
-Usmani
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