H.I. & I

By Ayesha Ahmad

It was the dawn of another typical, slow-moving day in the department. Our valued seniors were either busy cracking up on every lamest joke by their idle peers, sitting on the benches which now have mites stuffed in their matresses, or getting tea/coffee from the canteen which is always suffering from food deficiency . While, us, the know-it-all juniors were busy strolling the entire department for the sake of increasing our public relation or to have some brainless tete-a-tete with the newly arrived juniors (except for me, that is).

As for me, I was 'almost' busy sofa-napping when all of a sudden, without any such warning, we all saw Humair Ishtiaq on his way for his 'media and society' class- our major course for the third semester. 

Now for people who are not familar with Sir Humair Ishtiaq, he is an asset to our department. Besides being one of the most esteemed teachers, he is also frequently talked about amongst the Mass Communicators to be as the only teacher who actually makes them do something practical.

Alright, I wholly acknowledge the fact that this teacher of ours is an expert in his crafts but, in my eyes, he is also an expert at being EXTREMELY boring. And to top it off, the moustache under his nose hardly help in understanding the words mouthed by him.

So getting back to where I was, I told my partner-in-crime, Sidra, that I was in no freaking mood of taking his mundane class that day. However, she managed to pull me inside the class nevertheless, and made me sit cozily on a seat next to hers. I was sleepy as it is.

Actually, I am one of the biggest sleepy heads you can find. I sleep whenever I can, whether I am bored, sad or angry as I find it relaxing and all my worries just seem to fade away. Sleeping is my hobby and I find nothing weird about that.

So, while Sir Humair continued with his 'unidentified' approach towards politics, I ably engaged myself in being driven to a  world of wonderland which was filled with fields of daffodils and houses made out of candy canes. Yes, I had fallen asleep once again! And that too in front of Sir Humair...imagine the complexity of the situation.

 I was the pointed out, humiliated, and was asked for giving my face another wash as if that would have made any difference. Simply put, I was kicked out from Sir Humair's class. I, being helpless, first apologized and then eventually left the class for a cup of coffee from that food deficient cafe.