Happy Crappy Ramadan!

Posted: July 25, 2012 in Uncategorized

So I’ve been having a crappy start to my Ramadan. For the noobs, Ramadan is a month during which Muslims fast from about 4am to 7pm to experience the hunger our less fortunate brothers and sisters go through and all that cheesy stuff, and everyone is extra nice during this month, and at the end there’s this awesome festival where everyone eats gulab jamun and high-fives each other.

Why is my Ramadan crappy? Well in a few words: my 2.5 month long summer vacation in Sri Lanka just came to an end. I’m spending this month all by myself (cue that song!) in Delhi, India. I lost my PIN number so I have barely any money on me. I’m basically living on a bottle of chilli paste, bread and date fruit (I cut my thumb on a date yesterday, oh god the horror).  The temperature of an average day is about 40 degrees. Dehydration while fasting is such a party.

Yep that pretty much sums it up.

I skipped the first two days of class since landing here because it’s so hot out there you can fry an egg on the sidewalk. Today I went to class and everyone was like, hey how are you! And I’m all, life sucks, get out of my face.

Then while I was looking out the window and wistfully imagining I was in a sad music video, the lecturer told us she wanted to check out our writing styles and asked us to take out a sheet of exercise paper and write down in about 300 words why we picked this course to study. It sounds so dumb and silly when I say this but I felt so much better after writing this. It took all of five minutes but it reminded me of some important things I’d forgotten. Here’s what I wrote.

Why I Chose This Course

I was eighteen, fresh out of school; naive; confused. I was a dreamer, I wanted to paint, I wanted to write. Painters and writers starve, said my mother. So I conceded defeat – and took that pipe dream of studying books, words, stories — studying literature — and shelved it away. I became a journalist – it was writing, sort of, just not the type I was passionate about. The next year I got bored and entered architecture college.

A year later – I had completed a diploma course in journalism, a diploma course in abnormal psychology, had become part of the local media network, had delved headlong into photography, had kick-started an NGO, and had dropped out of architecture college. I was back to where I started at eighteen — confused. I asked myself why I felt so dissatisfied — what was that missing thing that I felt a pang for, when I woke up with no particular sense of purpose just to exhale a sad sort of apathetic sigh as I sipped my cup of tea? 

I don’t ask myself these things today. I’m in my second year of a degree in literature – in Delhi, a three-hour long plane ride from my home in Sri Lanka. For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. The fish has been returned to the sea. It may sound like I’ve just narrated to you a series of random disconnected events, but isn’t that what life is anyway? Random events strung together. I love it. And I guess that’s why I chose this course – literature, to me, is the study of life itself. 

SO LAME, AMIRITE?
It’s all true though! All so very true! </sheepish>

Sigh. I am such a dork.
Ramadan Kareem, everyone!

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Comments
  1. Camicazi says:

    Oh well, only a few people get to do what they love, and in a clichéd sense – to follow their dreams. You’re one of those lucky ones and we are stuck in front of an office computer doing things that will bore us to death one of these days.

  2. PJ says:

    You drink TEA in the morning? sacrilege!

  3. TheGrandConjuration says:

    This is louly, try not to kareem your pants though (get it?! GET IT?! DO YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?)
    P.s I love you and kind of miss you
    okbai

  4. Hansi says:

    Lauly write up =) You’re one of the lucky ones. Remember that. Hope you have a great Ramdan =)

  5. Jack Point says:

    Super little essay!

    What did the teacher say?

  6. Chavie says:

    Love that essay… I remember how down you were when you were in arch school; didn’t have time to hang out with us, always lugging around your drawings (in that bazooka!), didn’t get enough sleep… Whatever life throws at you now will be just a minor inconvenience, comparatively. 🙂

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