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2015 in review

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Dear mother,
I’m never going to be the better daughter
Out of the two of us, or rather
You favourite one because
I’m less likely to be you.
While your hand stretches out for
The more subtle outfit; and so does hers,
You’ll find mine going for the darker one.
While she makes rational decisions
Just like you would, I’ll
Choose to go with my intuition.
All the times you’d want us to
Do something only because ‘you say so’,
I’d turn out to be the stubborn one.
I will always be a misfit in your circle
A bit too loud, sparkly, opinionated.
She will accept, I will question
I will chicken out at flashy social gatherings, and
Not be friends with people you find appropriate
She will be sweet, my pragmatism
Might portray me rude.
I will always be the less prettier one,
Lag at flattery, and
Come off as an introvert
I’m sorry; I will never be your favourite
Out of us two, because, for me
You’d never get to hear
“Hey, your daughter’s just like you”.

****
~Nida

The human touch

If you are someone who claims to know me,

You’d know, that I will dodge your

Sentimental, ardent, kiss

With a platonic peck on the cheek,

Your clenching nuzzle with

A side hug, your handshake with

A wave, or a smile; unless

I really crave for your touch.

I will never pull you in my arms after a fight, or

Join your frivolous giggle;

Bending onto you, or pat your hair, or

Caress your cheek saving the times

When I really want to soothe your soul, and

I will skip every other possible human embrace

Because I’ve learnt it the hard way that

The human touch not only has the power

To make you feel like everything’s alright

But also, the power to make you feel like everything’s alright

When it isn’t.

***
~Nida

Skeptical

I’m holding my pen, not letting it spill

Typing words, then erasing them; I admit

Today, a vague feeling creeps through my fingers

I hold myself; bridling, for their

Malicious minds would twist my words

What if I’m murdered tomorrow?

Along with my body being cut and sewed;

They’d meddle with it to

Find traces of my murder’s hands on me.

My things would be intruded, too.

Agitated, I still write

They may look into my diary; the one

I let no one touch, and rip the pages where

They find ill written about my sister, and,

Claim sibling rivalry, or

Pry into my social media to notice my captions-

Being weary of the world, and,

Hang me to the noose of depression

I will write

Don’t tamper my words, or misconstrue

My metaphors, and put

My loved ones in pain.

My dubious fingers manage to scribble

It’s okay; let the bloodied hands be hidden

Just, don’t put the innocent to shame.

Don’t. I love them.

****
~Nida

Accidental discoveries in Science.

*this as a little something I wrote for my college newsletter*

When asked to give a write-up on the ‘accidental discoveries in science’, the word that popped in my head was ‘serendipity’ whose literal meaning is ‘the occurrence of events by chance in a beneficial way’. Also, I wondered, aren’t most discoveries sheer acts of serendipity?

For instance, the discovery of gravity by Newton. The fact that an apple from a tree fell straight down, perpendicular to the ground rather than falling upward, or off to a side intrigued the scientist. He realized that it is a property of all matter including the moon which moves as if it is passing the earth but also, being attracted towards it. Newton later visited the tree that provoked the idea, while publishing his theory. As a matter of fact, the scientist stayed home the day he observed the apple falling, because his university was shut down due to an outbreak of plague.

We can’t discuss accidental discoveries without mentioning one of the most important discoveries in the field of medicine- vaccine. The vaccine for smallpox was developed when medical student, Edward Jenner noticed that milkmaids that contracted a disease called cowpox, which caused blistering on cow’s udders, did not catch smallpox. Cowpox only led to a few ill symptoms in humans while smallpox caused severe skin eruptions and dangerous fever. Jenner extracted the fluid from a small pox blister and scrubbed it on an eight year old boy which caused a single blister to rise. On inoculating the boy with smallpox matter, no disease developed. Thus, the first vaccine was discovered.

Another amusing story is that of the discovery of penicillin, one of the world’s first antibiotics. When Dr. Alexander Fleming returned from a two-week vacation to his lab, he noticed that one of his Petri dishes was now the home of a mysterious mold. After observing under the microscope, he was amazed to find that the existing bacteria did not grow where the mold grew. The mold called Penicillium notatum had the potential of eluding microorganisms. Nearly 13 years later, a group of scientists brought back penicillin into spotlight again, producing better mold and today, penicillin is harnessed to combat a number of infectious diseases and to save lives!

Charles Goodyear kept adding dry ingredients into gum to make it more durable. There are many stories as to what led to the discovery of vulcanized rubber- one of the most celebrated accidents, but, the most persistent one is that of Goodyear using sulphur as dry ingredient. As snickers rose from the mixture, some of it landed on a hot stove. While scraping it off, it was found that the matter had charred, and turned dry, and springy. Another story is that of Goodyear carelessly spilling gum, sulphur, and lead on to a hot stove. The result was the same- charred rubber. The world now had waterproof rubber, also resistant to hot and cold. Had it not been the mixture coming  in contact with heat, would we have durable rubber?

Accidents that came across intrigued and inquisitive human minds led to revolutionary discoveries that changed the world. It is amusing that such important discoveries only took place because of mundane mishaps in everyday things being put into perspective. Today, instruction manuals to everything we use, and a long list of ‘precautions to be taken’ accompany everything we touch. Move around, be curious, make mistakes, learn. There are so many things untouched, not thought about, waiting to be pricked, and meddled with, and to make it big. You could be the next to discover, just question the falling of an apple or something?

 

~Nida Khan

Things she had been taught

She had been taught how to cook

Her steak to perfection, and

To pluck her eyebrows well.

Never the tactics to pull her own luggage,

Or to fix a leaking tap, or

Change a faulty bulb.

She had been taught to speak softly,

And not cause pandemonium, and

Converse in head nods and tight lipped smiles;

To never giggle or cause commotion.

She wondered why wasn’t she taught

To react while being groped, how to

Kick someone right in the shin

So they’d topple clutching their feet, or

How to elbow in the ribs, for

She had only been taught how to

Sit with poise, with palms on the lap;

How to cross and uncross, and

Tangle and spread, and tuck under

The knees and cross at the ankles, and

More ways to sit like a girl while

Wearing a skirt.

****
~Nida

Nervous souls

I prefer I stay home lest

Running into someone, and

Having to interact, but, I can’t forget

This old lady I met on the pavement, who seemed

As willing to interact as I was; when she

Kept perusing through her dilapidated phone with

Fingers; so callous yet shaky, and

Avoided crossing the road time and again,

Even though the signal had turned red, and

How her hooded eyes peered at me when

I asked her if I could help, and,

She held a smile of relief, I suppose,

As she nodded and walked along gripping my hand,

Then, bent a little, for

I was a few centimeters shorter, and whispered,

“I get nervous you know, now that I’m a little old.”

And I, smiled a flamboyant one so as to calm;

Both her and my disturbed self, and said,

“I’m seventeen and socially awkward; believe me, you’re doing great.”

****
~ Nida

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Confessions of a psychotic introvert. (Prose)

I found the most isolated seat in the zoology lab; he still took the one beside mine. I fiddled with the buttons on my lab coat and coaxed it’s collar and hid my tingling fingers in it’s pockets. He still didn’t move. When asked to form pairs, he looked up at me expectantly with such bright eyes- they’d compensate for the dull ones that were mine.

Two weeks into this same schedule, I had my skin crawl and shudders run down my spine everytime he pulled his chair beside mine. And, he had a triumphant smile as if he couldn’t see me vex and writhe. So friday, I asked him to stay after. While he waited in the store room, I walked in with a formalin specimen jar and big forceps.

I leisurely removed the python and lay him in the tray. All this while he watched me. Then, in one go, I smashed the glass jar on the top of his head. I felt my lips tug up as he clutched his head and his face mimicked my everyday’s distraught one. I pocked the forcep in his eyes and left him reeling in pain. I fetched the blade; dragged it down his neck and dipped it in the curve of his clavicle. I slit his throat. Once, twice, three times. I laid him on the ice cold floor and straddled him; then pressed my fist onto his chest and smirked as blood oozed out of his wounds. With each of his spasms, I tilted my head back and sighed in contentment.

I watched him grasp for air and flap his hands which I pinned above his head. His breath got ragged and eyes got droopy and he hiccuped his way to oblivion. With a firm hand I drew a little heart on his forehead using the scalpel from his very own disection kit. A chaste kiss on his cheek and I got off of him.

Tomorrow, I’d get to sit alone.

***
~Nida Khan

My brother’s girlfriend

She had flawless skin that

You wouldn’t take your eyes off and

Her cheeks were the slightest shade of pink

With those big, brown, bengali eyes

That you couldn’t help but stare at

And a mop of curly brown hair

Adding the adequate amount of badass

Her impeccable body, redefining curvy,

Her frame so petite,

You’d want to be all mushy and

Call her munchkin

I watch this enticing girl as

A pair of sturdy arms envelope her waist

And watch with concieted eyes, her,

My brother’s beguiling, bengali girlfriend.

****
~Nida Khan