“Welcome to facebook”. For some reason the sight of this page, even before logging in, gives me a sense of ambivalence. An unknown page full of surprises awaits, be it the sudden “relationship status” of friends you’ve met a minute before, or the pictures of our friends’ vacation spot in those parts of the world where you’d die to be but can only murmur the words of envy as you click the “next” button or the joy we get as we look through the pictures of our “crushes” a gazillion times with them having absolutely no clue. Or even just the fact that some people, who’re just a chat box away (that is if they’re online and care to reply!) maybe our companion for the coming hours. Wonders of what Mark Zuckerberg brought to this internet savvy world. Well, back to what I’m trying to say. I follow my routine of checking my notifications and messages, if any, and then scrolling through the news feed and then stop! ECS ‘notice about a sample write-up caught my eye and it made me think; let’s see if I can fly! (LIVING had once requested its Facebook fans to submit their stories and get a chance to be published.)

I started to think in class (gotta make the time useful somehow!). What one thing in this world can I write about? Maybe the never ending election in search of Nepal’s next Prime Minister or the problems these people bring along? How about the incessant rain for the last 4-5 weeks that has brought devastating floods and at the same time joy to monsoon lovers and just another reason for the lovey-dovey couples to snuggle up! Too mushy, I pass. I could maybe write about climate change and being an Environmental Science student, I can put up facts and figures but who’ll hear me out? The growth of food joints in Kathmandu can be a tantalizing treat to foodies but the rush of saliva in my mouth keeps me from thinking! The thought of that sense of relaxation Friday brings since the morning, makes me yearn for this week to end right now. Next on my mind are the upcoming festivals waiting to be met with as a time to shake the stresses off. But I’m not in a festive mood or am I growing up?

Stop confusing me! I mean how do these writers decide on what they’ll write about, how do they express what they want to say and do that within the required number of words? Maybe English is hard. My brain is like that of Jack’s. So, I conclude my thoughts by deciding not to write anything.

But then again I think to myself. There. I got it. End of class.