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Farheen Ali is an Indian author and a 1st year History student at the University of Patna, India. Being a 'Fauji brat', she grew up in different cities across India and changed schools six times until she reached 12th grade. Her maiden book 'Born & Raised On A Go' got published in 2020. If not writing, she can be found watching movies, reading, painting or simply gossiping and considers herself a decent photographer. She plans to explore more in-depth about the world of writing soon.
This is something everybody wants to know, Where is your life going to go? Will you visit the mountains or the sea? Or will life sting you like a bee? This is a question with no reply, All along the way it turns into a why...
From the era of cinders and flame I have found a life again Upon the bottom and to the top None can ever make me drop Holding firm and standing free I have found that which is me A climber.. Yes I'll show it You'll see.
This Day In My Life segment was written by me originally on 14th June 2021 but for some reason I didn't post it that day (Idk why?). So although it is a week late, it still can be considered today's post because the routine is almost the same everyday. It all began with my mother waking me up at around 6:15 a.m. and for the next 10 minutes or so I tried to find the motivation to get out of my bed and start my day. Amidst my mother's constant scoldings when I eventually got out of my bed, I had a big glass of water. It acts as a soothing source internally. Then I made my bed. Around this time, my little brother woke up too. While having the morning milk together, which is typically hot milk with Bournvita, we talked some random stuff probably our studies, or about some person, we were scrolling our phones simultaneously too (this is a bad habit I guess). After this, I quickly got ready for the swimming pool. This preparation generally includes cleansing my face and applying sunscreen, occasionally oiling my hair too. By 7:15 a.m. we left with our parents for the pool. My brother was driving. We swam for a good one hour. Swimming is a good exercise and I think the time my parents have selected for this i.e., the morning, is very relevant as well as productive for us. We left the pool by 8:30 a.m. and this time I drove the car (My brother and I have recently learnt to drive so we do it turn by turn back & forth). After getting home, I had a shower and got ready for the day, then all the essentials and skincare (the bad sun tan after swim... ugh!!). We had our breakfast at around 9:30 a.m. or so. While eating my breakfast, I watched a bit of YouTube – have recently discovered a new channel and I have been binge-watching all her videos. This all happened for the next 20 minutes and then I prepared myself for my online class and had a cursory glance on the previous day's notes (this helps a lot). By 10 a.m. the class started and it continued for the next 45 minutes. Generally I have 5-6 classes to attend, but since most of my teachers are busy with the university examination duty, I have just one class today. By 10:50 I was done with my first session of study. My brother & I had been planning to watch a movie since the last few days so the day before yesterday he downloaded the newest installation of Conjuring universe which was released on 26th May- 'The Conjuring: The Devil Made Me Do It'. So today around 11 a.m. we sat for the movie and finished it by 1 p.m. I can't exactly remember what I had been doing after that. From 1:40 to 1:55 p.m. I performed my Dhuhr Salah. By that time my father had also returned from the office. We all had the lunch together and after that a little rest and power off for everybody. This all continued for more than an hour and it was not until 3 p.m. that I sat for studying. From 3 to 5 I had my next session of study (YES after my online class in the morning I didn't study anything till now! In fact this is my FIRST self study session of today.) At 5 p.m. I performed my Asr Salah (I was a little late today). After this till 5:45 p.m. I wrote and arranged this post which you are reading. Then I went outside for a walk with my mother. We came back by 6:30 p.m. Then I performed the Maghrib Salah. Now for the next half an hour, I was doing some random things and I think I was online, checking the whatsapp texts. Then at 7 p.m., I sat for study and this continued for the next one hour. At around 8 p.m. we had the dinner and then a walk. It was 9:30 p.m. when I got up for the Isha Salah and performed it in the next 30 minutes. Then till 10:30 p.m. I was busy with my phone surfing the internet. From 10:30 to 11:30 p.m. I studied for one more hour. And then by 12 I was off to sleep. (Many a time I sleep at 11 also, but it depends.) So overall, it was a normal day which was well spent. But doing the same things again & again daily makes it monotonous. Nevertheless this is the best which I can do in these tough times. I finished high school in 2020 and entered college the same year but unfortunately just like many other freshers I have not been able to have a proper on-campus experience of my college life till now. All our formal introductions happened through Zoom. I did see everyone physically in the Induction Meet, but how much can one interact with unknown people on the very first day? Since then we all have been keeping track of each other through Whatsapp and online classes regularly but still there is something missing. 1 out of my 3 years here is almost over. I feel very small and powerless. The sole motive to write this 'Day Of My Life' is to cage these memories and preserve them so that later on when in the future I will read it, I will get to recall how life was during the pandemic and that I sailed through it successfully.
Today is Father's day and apart from my own father, there is this person who is much more than a fatherly figure in my life. The memories with whom will forever be cherished by me no matter what. It was one fine day of April 2010. I was along with my dadajaan (grandfather) at our village house. He was teaching me in the guestroom when a relative arrived to meet him. My uncle brought snacks for the guest. They all sat together and then had the tea. After this, my grandfather and our relative had a conversation on various topics. I was also eating the savouries from that plate and had nothing to do with their talks. My seven year old self was busy drawing something on the notebook. Meanwhile, the guest asked my grandfather, "Master Sahab, Do you perform Puja? What's that?" On this, my attention diverted and went to the direction of his hands. He was referring to the calendar hanging on the wall. I looked at it carefully. I think I had never observed it like that ever before. The upper part of the calendar had Lord Krishna playing a flute and Radha standing beside him. Their pose was very pretty. It was a colourful image. Beneath the calendar, there were four pages which contained the dates and days. Overall the entire calendar was very beautiful. Dadajaan replied, "It is the current year's calendar. It has all the gazetted and restricted holidays written on it and contains all other related information." On this the relative said, "I am not talking about the dates and days written on this calendar. I am talking about the picture. You are a Muslim and there is this Hindu calendar in your house. Are you a devotee of Lord Krishna?" My grandfather replied to him in a very different yet smart way. "First of all, I don't know how to worship and since I do not know the method I obviously cannot perform the Puja. Second thing is that this calendar is just an inanimate object. And I honestly don't have any idea how a material like this can be assigned a religion? It cannot be called either a Hindu or a Muslim. It just looked very beautiful so I took it. Moreover, it was already having all the important days and events so why should I look for any other 'Muslim' calendar in another shop. And until this year gets over and a new calendar comes, we will be using this very calendar. I don't think there is anything bad in that." Although the relative was speechless and in deep thoughts for a moment but these things were not a part of any serious debate or discussion so they shifted to some other topic and the talk continued. Later on, for the entire 2010 that calendar beautified my house. But unfortunately the next year 2011 never got the opportunity to come into the life of my grandfather. I wish he was there for some more time. The father of my father. I could have learnt a lot from him.... Be it on life skills, secularism or anything under the Sun. I miss him so much!
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