hit me with a ray of summer

When was the last time you were slapped by a cold breeze? Such breeze feels like a medicine in summers when the capricious rays of the sun hit us. When we die for cold and dream about snow and hill stations living the beautiful beaches and the lovely summer air. At that time, in the middle of the awes trucking summer and the golden days why do people go to cold regions? I mean are they out of their minds of what? Ask me what happens when you are stuck in cold. You can’t leave and you wish that you no longer stay at the same place.

Summers are delightful, wonderful and amazing I don’t have enough words to describe the magical feeling of summer. The sea, the shore.... who would want o leaves it? The sand, the breeze and the shells. The ease, simplicity and the freedom. Summers are indeed the gift from gods. More than half of our year is occupied with summer and the remaining few are forcefully given to winters but still even after seven or eight months of this lovely season one can’t get enough out of it. As the first glimpse of summer arrives, also arrives the hope for happiness.

When I imagine summer I imagine happy people by the shore. With smiles and giggles. Rolling carelessly in the sand. Jumping and splashing in the water. You all are so evil, making me dreams about all this in such extreme cold.

Be it summer or winter. As much as I love summers I hate winters or maybe the hate rate is more. Winters destroy everything in my life. As if a curse was casted. Winter is like an unbreakable spell casted on the entire universe. It is just the opposite of fun. Some people love winters just because it’s fun. A serious question to all those who feel so, I mean where is the fun in winters? Or was it at all? How is fun even possible when your soul is getting freeze as instantly as you step out of the house? How is it even possible when in winters I spend more than half of my day under a blanket? Do people play wearing quilts wrapped around them? Winters are our punishment’s wish I could just die when winters arrive. All day, all time we have to escape the cold and selectively decide for an hour in the morning about our outfits. One can’t wear short dresses unless of course one would want to commit a suicide.

It’s been like almost a month since the time I have been waiting for winters and till the start of December we all were quite unsure of the chills that we were soon going to receive. Debating on the topic of clothes and weather and peacefully enjoying the mild coldness. I curse the day when I asked when the winter was going to come this year because the very next day I almost froze. Every morning is like living on Mount Everest or Antarctica except here one can’t get a good view of penguins or polar bears. Mornings are the worst. Thank god that our school timings have changed but earlier who would imagine getting up at six in the morning facing the cold and night outside. Bathing is another topic. I just simply whine about not bathing and how cold it is or that the sun hasn’t come out yet or I just need five more minutes.

In summers I used to get up in just one call. Just call out my name and that’s it! But this winter things have made me late. Long are the days gone when I was up early now I just can’t get enough of my bed and the soft and warm blankets......

On the other hand winters are a tad bit good..... They give you comfort and the best of all hot chocolate!!!!!!! Winters may be ad but hot chocolate isn’t. Comment your experiences about winters!!!

doctor,doctor!

So today I am going to tell you the funniest story ever! Like ever! When I heard it I rolled onto the floor and laughed till my stomach started hurting. I was like HAHAHAHA.... so, if you’re wondering what was actually that made me laugh so hard then let me tell you about it. As my beloved father told me this incidence I was already sure of the fact that I will be rolling on the floor afterwards. In case you don’t know about my dad’s humour then let me tell you that he opens his mouth rarely for a joke, in fact he doesn’t even remembers jokes but he’s kind of an on-the-spot comedian and believe me the type of silly jokes he cracks about weird situations is just too hilarious.

This time it was just so out of this world.

I was quietly lying on the bed with my mom, I was irritating her when all of a sudden my dad joined me and started her miserable story about a patient. Early this morning while he was in his cabin a patient knocked on his door. She was a lady and by her attire she didn’t seemed well to do. If someone knocks at your door what do you do? Well I just roll out like a ninja and secretly look through the keyhole but as seen by the point of view of a normal person the man would simply get up and enquire and so did he do. He got up and asked the lady, “yes,” the lady waited and asked about the fees that my father would charge. My father got so excited about the thought of having a patient because they are so rare in this season that he got up and went near the door and in stupidity told her to first let him examine and then tell the charges. To this she insisted that she’d first like to know the fees in a very stubborn way. My father agreed and again asked what problems she was facing but again the lady asked the fees so, to her reply my dad consoled her that the fees will be taken as minimum as they can . After this I thought that the lady will be satisfied but this stupid and stubborn lady again asked that how much my father can deduct from the original fees. God! Why are there such people on earth? If I were there I would have done two things either bang y head onto the wall and yell, “why god, why!” or take the patient’s head and bang it on the wall and yell, “why Gog! Why!” being a kind doctor he told her that the original fees was 200 rupees and note that it actually isn’t but he’d give her a special and exclusive discount of 100 rupees . After hours of her inquiry my innocent little father asked her to at least tell what the problem was!!!!!!!!!!!  And after hearing the reply I wasn’t able to laugh anymore. Like suddenly I went all poker faces -_- . Ppppppppoker facepppoker face, ppppoker face ppppppoker face, can’t read my, can’t read my, nobody can read my Poker Face.

The irony of the situation was that the lady who spent all her energy and time about asking the ‘FEES’ wasn’t actually the patient! She wasn’t even going to get examined!

The reason why I have lost faith in people.

Now comes the absolutely funny part! Finally when the lady agreed my father rushed towards the counter as if he was flash and told the assistant to take THE GODDAMN FEES!!!!!!!!!!! Before this huge step that he had taken was another huge reason. As per his experience such patients just come and go. They leave without even paying the money.

Such incidents make me want to leave this planet. It’s only because of such cases that I’d never become doctor and never advice one to become one! Comment about your visit to the doctor. What type of a character were you?