A NEW FRIEND!!

well, to some people this may sound stupid, but believe me if you  ever tried it you would find the ultimatum!!!!

yesterday i was just sitting idle as i had to stay at home because we have ganpati bappa at our place so the house cant remain closed and blah blah.... first i was annoyed i had to sit at home doing nothing. but eventually i met the ganesh's idol's gaze and started to stare into his eyes. i dont know what actually happened but my concentration just continued o deepen. i could feel mini jolts of electricity passing within me.
suddenly i saw some movement and i think thats what broke my concentration. the movement was so weird that it scared the guts out of me. i thought i saw ganpati bappa's TRUNK move!!!!

i was so enthralled and so awestruck that my legs denied to carry me and i could not stand up. i felt all wobbly. i dont know what was happening then but it made me match his gaze once again....and i HEARD him....i know its difficult to believe that but i actually did HEAR him.

it seems as if a conversation followed between me and the lord. it seemed so filmy and sort. i dont clearly remember what we talked but clearly it was something about me and my ongoing tufts. i dont know what i might have blabbered to him. the conversation ended with my mom ringing the bell and i actually heard myself telling him good bye and thanks for his support and the assurance that he believed in me. my mom was quite surprised to find my eyes all red! she didnt tell that me but i still figured out the cluelessness in her face. i myself was in a fix. i dont know what i talked with mom and dad later, i dont know where i slept.

but when i woke up this morning i found myself sleeping on the sofa of my hall right in front of him. when i asked mom about it she told that i was the one who insisted to be sleeping in the hall. i just sat there gawking at her. what else could i do. i felt all my problems had lightened and i seem to be getting ideas to figure our problems that have been brewing in my life for so long. was this a miracle or just my prolonged imagination which has been built because of me reading so many fiction novels??? i really hope it is a miracle because i am loving the feeling that i am getting because of it. i'll try to talk to him again and this time hopefully in my senses.

my mom had told me to try concentrating on the idol and she had said that i would find him smile at me and he would talk to me. i didn't believe her then and just chucked the idea off my mind. but now i know how wise her words had been and how true had she been. i'll be indebted to my mom like forever for getting this great feeling within me.

and just the day before he came i wished for a really good friend. that very night when my mom and dad finalized the idol that would come to my home and be with us for the next three days i just got gifted by a really great friend. Infact two....one of them is him.

ganeshji will be leaving me tomorrow evening but i am sure his spirit will remain with me in my house until he comes back next year. he will help me cross through all oceans and seas of hardship so that i can enjoy my life the way it is supposed to be. he'll bless my mom and dad so their stressful lives can be eased. i trust with all my soul!! but i'll miss him when he'll be gone.

GANPATI BAPPA MORYA!! PUDHCHA VARSHI LAUKAR YA!!

ganesh @ my place

my friend ganesha!!

this is the end!!!!

the last day of my schooling just passed by........

trust me the thought of parting is not so good!!!!

and i am surprised.....i came to know a few things...which is should hv realised long ago

1. the people with whom i never talked or wanted to belong with are NOW my best companions

2. the ones i thought were my good friends...back bitched me

3. teachers are not that bad

4. though i fought with jayashri all year...stillll we r gr8 frnds

5. maalav's the worst person i've eva meet bt fr sum ppl he's a GR8 frnd and fr 1 BOYFRND...gah!!!!

6. people are nt wt they seem to be

7. simran also loves poetry

8. nikita and simran speak funny hindi

9. i can live without friends

10. i can stay one day in school without talking to a soul

11. sports is nt evrythin

12. i can get an A* in FLE

13. maitree was never a person whom i could trust... 

14. parshav feels embarrassed about the fact that he is my brother

15. i dont like neha!! i hate her.....

16. urvashi is a good person to be with

17. karan is no better than maalav

18. sugu sir rocks

19. sherelene does not know what is good for her

20. parshva thinks he is cool....rofl

21. urvin is really intelligent...he's not a geek

22. hiral really works hard....

23. no one likes to see me happy in my class.

24. simran loves her hair

25. nikita hates coco

26. prithvi is the biggest pakau in the whole world

27. prithvi and vaibhavi are not going on

28. vaibhavi is cool....she's a good person to talk to

29. people think that i act weirdly in the school

30. suresh sir really tries hard to make the class interesting

31. i dont like chemistry

32. emily mam does smile!!!!

33. amit sir is not as strict as he looks

34. the new princi Sarah mam is damn cool

35. i am addicted to vampire diaries....

36. NES after all is not that bad

37. i'll miss vardarajan sir

38. mahalakshmi mam......hmm....wise its ok

39. I M NOT A FACEBOOK ADDICT [DANGER DARLING s ma prof nam add me if u havn't]

40. I DO WANT A DOG!!!

***phew***

i think that should be enough for someone to know about my school

 this is the end......the last step.....n there i reach...its the top....my SCHOOLING ENDS HERE....

this mountain was filled so many steep cliffs to climb and so many flat highlands to walk.....still i manged to climb it....and after ten years of hard work here i am......standing proudly near the top waving my hands with the happiness of victory in my heart......

i am yet to visit the summit of this mountain.....i'll have to climb three more months....for my final test....the test to prove myself...the test of self confidence, discipline, patience, passion and of course perfection.......

well, you must be thinking that this is the last mountain i am climbing.....you're so very wrong.....infact its the very first.....!!!!

there are many more yet to come......

and the best part of it is...that there is no looking back...............

even if i fall i'll have to get up by myself and keep going on.....there is no stopping and of course....there is no QUITTING.....

well people quote from what martin king lither said or what william shakespeare said......but me??

i told you i am different!!! 

my dad and mom have rightly quoted...." SUCCESS LIES IN GIVING EVERY ONE A FAIR CHANCE, SUCCESS LIES IN ACHIEVING EVERYTHING ETHICALLY, SUCCESS LIES IN FIGHTING BACK, SUCCESS LIES IN OVERCOMING OBSTACLES, SUCCESS LIES IN WINNING"

me....?? yes i believe it..!!!! i will succeed......not only for myself....but also to make my parents proud, my brother proud, my friends proud, and everyone, who always believed in me proud.........

well then...is this the end?????

NO..!! ITS JUST A BEND!!

LAST DAYS OF SCHOOL –MEMORIES TO CHERISH (#3)

Ah! How could one forget the physics lectures of Sujata mam? She used to teach us from a SSC textbook, for no one to understand this; she had covered the book with a newspaper. We used to think that it was some very effective IGCSE book until we could peep in at the contents and the name of the book. She told us that there was not much theory in physics. All we had to do to master the physics subject was to solve some petty sums [from the SSC book].

There is a repute of the air conditioner never working in our class. Let it be any class we were shifted to. The class’s AC would stop working within a day or two as soon as we invaded. God knows why it used to happen but for the girls especially, the odor of boys perspiration used to freak us out. YUCK!!! Mostly after the sports lectures they class used to stink. Well specifically to mention the top guys of our class, Maalav, Parshav, Parshva, Urvin and so on were the ones to stink the most. You would just feel disgusted if you would go even 10 yards near them. On top of that they would hug each other in this pathetic condition. You would vomit…
  

Last Days of School - Memories to Cherish (#4)

Well I cannot ever forget the copying incident where I had helped Neha copy. The method was an extremely advanced technique and immensely a techno-freak….we used the SMS [short messaging service] to communicate. She was caught by Sujata mam who was actually just behind her and saw her type a message. She was taken to the library for enquiry by Ganga Mam and Mahalakshmi Mam. She just told that she was typing for her own sake.


My cell was with me till then as she had not disclosed that I was helping her. But as they took her cell in custody and went through the previous messages they found out that I was the one who was helping her. Now, even I was in the scenario. There was no evidence in my cell phone because I had used some COMMON SENSE and deleted all the messages immediately. She was deprived of this common sense and never bothered to delete the messages. I was trapped too. And on top of that girl she accused me in front of Ganga mam that I was the one who copied. what the fuck???? Is that how one pays for your generosity?????

Then Ganga mam asked me why did I do such a thing. Well, I was speechless. I had no words to say [nobody would have had]. We were made to write a letter to Sir, describing of all that we had done. I hesitatingly wrote somehow though my hand were trembling. We were taken to Varadarajan Sir. He was very upset with me. I could make that out by the look on his face. He was annoyed. It was the second gross mistake of mine in the school. I was now included in the list of mischievous students. It was a damn embarrassing moment for me.

I requested sir to not inform my parents that day because we had a family function. He was kind enough not to do that that day but my phone was confesticated. I had missed one of the most important events of my schooling because of this foolishness of mine. My house Saturn was in the finals for the inter house football competition. And I was supposed to be playing as the captain of the house. We had cent percent chances of winning the competition. Because I didn’t turn up, my team mates gave in and did not play. We had to suffer some negative points. All this happened because I helped a girl in a petty monthly test. I seriously repent for this event.

NUTTIES - The Ultimate!!!!

The breathing quickens, the sounds muffle
Laces are tied, the shoes shuffle
Books go in and novels come out
Discipline vanishes; there’s no doubt

The victim enters with his “aadhi jaan”

He’s greeted with utmost “sammaan”

“Good maaarning students, sit down”
Is what we get to hear from this clown

“Which batch will go for pracs”

Nothing but a couple of goo sacks

This idiotic question

Leads to a yummy heated discussion

“Batch one or two? Tell me quick”

Hehe...he’s such a gimmick

So absurd but still innocent

So conserved so decent

No wonder why he’s frustrated

Anyone would, by the way he’s grated

We are the culprits, we are to blame

Before he complains we would love to claim

“Oye Oye Oye Oye Oye Oye” everyone cheers

“Why are you doing this” he fears

“What is left in your syllabus tell me”

Freaking every time he needs to see

Followed by a blank stare

And an unflashy eyed glare
He finds eternity in the walls

He’s even boring than the dolls

But still we enjoy his lectures

Coz’ we do absolutely nothing

We discuss about the recent fashions and trends

Not even bothering to make amends

Wonderful is his talking way

He seems to think before every word he’d say

In our class he has a terrible fate

Coz’ for us he is NUTTIES – The Ultimate!!!

The Vampire Diaries......my way....(#1)

well....i used to think Vampire Stories Suck...they really do....THE REASON I DID NOT WATCH TWILIGHT.....

there are some stupid irritationg daily soaps which try to popularize the concept of vampires in india.....i mean that is so lame....For the teenagers its no uncommon thing.....but for those who have grown with the stories of ramayan, mahabharat, hanuman, shaktiman and all that crap....this is absolutely something new, exciting and enthralling.......


ITS JUST ARCHEIC......


well...moreover reading about vampires much more fun than rather just watching the movie or the daily soap. i just freaked myself out reading it while alone at home.....getting goosebumps everytime someone rings the door bell.......but it was enthralling and amazing at the way the story gets into your mind and makes you feel as if you are one of the characters.....


i just relised i could relate the whole of Vampire Diaries[part 1 &2] to my class back at school!!!!!!!


Characters...
1. Stefan Salvatore - Parshav
2. Elena Gilbert - Maitree
3. Damon Smith - Urvin
4. Meredith - Hiral
5. Bonny - Aayushi
6. Caroline - Sherelene
7. Vikkie - Jayashri
8. Tyler - Parshva
9. Matt - Maalav




well....the story in our class is almost similar...how?? i'll tell that....






Parshav is the most handsome guy of our class.....PS....OF OUR CLASS ONLY...so he's Stefan

Urvin is an Arch rival of Parshav [Only in Academics]...so that makes it Damon






Maitree is a popular girl in our class behind whom many boys are there.....makes her fit for Elena

Hiral and Aayushi are best friends of Maitree....so are Meredith and Bonny of Elena

Sherelene is a popularity hunger stricken girls and a best friend turned enemy of maitree....so is Caroline to Elena in the story.....

Vikkie is again a love stricken teenager who undergoes her attack from Damon and then loses her senses as she gives in........Jayashri is some what the same as she faces a wonderful attack from Urvin in the results....[we don't have much of love going on between people in our class]. She indeed loses her senses after knowing that Urvin has out beaten her.

Tyler eyes Elena and other girls in the inappropriate way and does not think before acting. Here, Parshva eyes many girls of our class in the inappropriate manner especially Maitree(so say the rumors).

Matt.....a well wisher and a true friend of Elena...In our class, Maalav plays the perfect role...and still has a crush on her as does Matt in the story.

the last but not the least THE NARRATOR....that is me! a completely third person party with no personal interest in any of the matters!

WELL, MANY PEOPLE DISAGREE WITH SOME OF THE CHARACTERS LIKE URVIN=DAMON BECAUSE DAMON IS SUPPOSED TO BE MORE HOT.......BUT I'VE THOUGHT OF THE CHARACTERS ON THE BASE OF THEIR SIMILARITY IN NATURE AND BEHAVIOR......


AND IT IS ONLY RELATED TO THE 1ST AND THE 2ND PART OF THE SERIES....

LAST DAYS OF SCHOOL - MEMORIES TO CHERISH (#2)

Ah! How could one forget the physics lectures of Sujata mam? She used to teach us from a SSC textbook, for no one to understand this; she had covered the book with a newspaper. We used to think that it was some very effective IGCSE book until we could peep in at the contents and the name of the book. She told us that there was not much theory in physics. All we had to do to master the physics subject was to solve some petty sums [from the SSC book].

The next one, when Anand, a new student from SM Shetty high school, asked Biji mam, “mam, what is contraception?” with utmost innocence in his voice and his expressions. Mam was actually teaching population that time and we were learning about the population problem in LEDCs. This word was uttered my mam just once when he raised his hand solemnly as if to ask a doubt. All of us burst in a big laughter. And we laughed because we knew what it meant. 

The last days of school–memories to cherish [#1]

  The final years have started. I still remember the first day we were actually unwillingly welcomed by our seniors, the IG 2 spring batch. Well, after that the things didn’t change much from what we had in checkpoint 3 except for the fact that we all were in one class. All 36 of us had to be in the same class to attend all the stupid useless lectures. Even the ones we were not going to opt for as our IG2 subjects. This means English, mathematics, chemistry, physics, biology, accounts, economics, business studies, EVM, geography, German, Hindi, French and ICT. This initial week was absolute fun as we just irritated the teachers to the limits. We did all sorts of antics without being caught because of the population in the class. There were some new teachers who would come for guest lectures and then vanish the next day.

We had three new people joining us for the 9^th and 10^th

· Ojas Deshpande

· Anand

· Simran Venkatraman

I specifically remember Serene Mam. Oh god!! She made the physics class into a ‘just imagine’ class. Mahalakshmi mam was sitting as a lesson observatory, and you won’t believe but even she was in position to explain us some of the physics concepts at that time whereas the Serene mam, who was supposed to be giving a lecture on physics was dumbfounded and standing there as a nobody. She was unable to cope with our doubts. Well, we just burst into a terrible 10 minute long laughter after she left. Even Mahalakshmi mam joined us. This was one of the events I still remember.

 

WHY CRICKET ONLY?????????

Well, congrats to the Indian boys and the country.........for the World Cup...

it was a moment which made every one proud. all the shops were shut down, all classes had been given off, all private coaching clubs and even governmental centers had declared a holiday to all the activities. people were just sat glued to their television screens watching the final Ball by Ball.

I agree it was an event of national importance but to this extent that everything is shut down in the whole city. every one rejoiced as the boys won the world cup and brought it home, but did any one bother to see the after effects???

the whole city was filled with drunkards roaming around in the midnight on the bikes. no patrols, no bike checks, no tolls, absolutely nothing. the city which works without a break had come to a stop. ALL THIS BECAUSE OF A SIMPLE GAME???

people have lost money while betting for the game [ the government says that betting is illegal, so its the people themselves who are responsible for all this, but did they even bother to stop all these practices???], many died during this cup, patients weak at heart who couldn't bear the joys or sorrows of the game ended up giving their lives. people blindly payed money for the tickets of the world cup.....merely a cricket match!!!

for many it would have been a matter of country's pride and all that....but for some it was just a complete bore...a complete waste of time....

well i was one of those people who felt that this game is a sheer waste of time and money. i have developed a very genuine hatred for this particular sport, contradicting to which, i am a sports lover. I look down upon cricket envied by the popularity it gets and the influence it captivates. if such a craze has developed among the citizens then why not declare cricket as the national game??? why do we even have hockey when it is just the namesake???

there is basically no encouragement to any other sport played in this developing country other than cricket??
what the hell does this game have?? it is just as normal as any other game in the world........
1) it is a team sport - SO IS SOCCER
2) it has a set of rules and regulations - EVERY SPORT HAS
3) it does not need special and dangerous equipments - HOCKEY, BADMINTON, SOCCER, TABLE TENNIS etc....ALSO DONT
4) needs a player to be physically, mentally and emotionally fit - SO DOES EVERY SPORT IN THE WORLD

what more-------the list can go on........

what lies in this game, i can not understand!!

why are all sports not treated as equally as this----now people would say it depends on the interest.....well in this case we cannot comment on the public interests....

            











but GOVERNMENT??? India being a democratic country allows a being to follow any religion he/she wants then why not play any Sport he/she wants??? there is no quota for sponsoring players of other sports to different tournaments......be it badminton, tennis, soccer or even car racing....[why is it just ALWAYS CRICKET???]

the latest news says that TENDULKAR is going to be awarded the "Bharat Ratna".........no wonder why only him.......because he played CRICKET..........no one can deny the fact that

VISHWANATHAN ANAND is not capable of being a nominee for the same after all the tournaments that he has won for India.....he holds the position number 1 in the whole world....but no one is ready to consider that......WHY??
MAHESH BHUPATHI and LEANDER PAES, the tennis duo of our country who have won as many laurels for our country in the Lawn Tennis Sport.......

Saina Nehwal in badminton has done no less....being the first Indian Woman to reach the world top 5 rankings......she won three consecutive titles last year and her victory climb still continues as she leaves all the chinese and malaysian players speechless and awestruck......

this is my question?? to all of you......if we have the freedom of quality, taste perfection and even CHOICE.....THEN WHY CRICKET ONLY??????

the day i was about to complete 12 years on this beautiful EARTH.......the most memorable day of my life

“Maintain your stamina and smile profusely. This is the moment you have been waiting for since the last seven years, Yasha. Just give your best over there. We all are with you. I know you’ll rock”. These were the words of my dance teacher, Girija miss, just as my ARANGETRAM was to begin in some final moments.

Well, an Arangetram is the first solo stage performance of a Bharatanatyam dancer with live music. Idyllically, it is done after seven years of meticulous preparation in this Indian classical dance form from Tamil Nadu. I was just twelve then and there I was about to begin with the toughest and electrifying moments of my life. I had to dance incessantly for two lengthy hours with merely breaks of a minute or two after piece I presented to the audience which included all my family members, my peer group and almost all people I knew or my parents knew well.

I was greeted by a large round of approbation as I gave an entry for the first dance performance, namely PUSHPANJALI where the artiste pays deference to lord Nataraja, the deity of dance, the stage, her guru [i.e. the tutor] and all the spectators who have showed up there.

The dance performances which I did, followed by the first one are a blur in my memory because the Time while I was dancing on the stage, all I could think of was my parents, my brother and my teacher. They all had so many expectations from me and had given in so many endeavors by functioning day in and day out to make my episode a splendid triumph.

I felt dead beat after the third performance which was believed to be the toughest one in the whole agenda. But, the jovial face of my teacher brought an additional supply of vigor hooked on me. She was on the other side of the stage sitting with the ‘Natuvangam’ [ an instrument which consists of two small cymbals which make a shrill sound when hit against each other.]. She just gestured to me through an expansive beam, that I was doing it well and told me to trail that standard of my dancing throughout.

Suddenly, as I was sipping a bit of lemonade, I could hear some energized cries. I didn’t know what had happened but inquisitiveness evolved within myself and just as I proceeded to go towards the plinth to ask the comparer regarding the disarray, I heard him publicize on the top of his tone of voice “the chief guest of today’s function has arrived just now. A hearty welcome to Dr. R. Varadarajan, the principal of Yasha’s school, NES international School Mumbai.” My cheerfulness knew no bounds. I just leapt into the air and started skipping all around the backstage. All my fatigue was ancient history now. I was invigorated. Though he was late, his presence was laudable for me.

The next dance I performed remains crystal clear in my remembrance even after three years. It was supposed to be the longest dance I had ever done in my years. The dance was of 25 minutes. Throughout practices, not even one time had I done it without a break. Unpredictably, my body seemed to sway at the taala [beats] of the composition. Those 25 minutes flew away so effortlessly. I don’t know what the reason was. Perhaps the influx of my sir, or the cheering of my teacher, or the brainwave by my parents? Suchlike it was, I commit to memory receiving a standing prolonged applause as I took the final pose of the dance. I could see all five hundred people, irrespective what age, rise and applaud.

The rest of the program went slickly as I conceded the unchanged fervor and ardor in my performances. In the end, exactly after the last dance, my teacher just came over and hugged me. She just whispered in my ears, “you did it, Bacha [that’s what she calls me when she is extremely happy], you did it.” I just felt like shedding tears of joy and stay in her arms ceaselessly. But, I had to control my emotions as i was still to cut my 12^th birthday cake!! My dad lifted me towering and kissed me. I could see the tears in my mom’s eyes and tell, that she was no less proud than my teacher or my father. My brother approached me and told me, “You are the best dancer, sis!!” What a moment that was!

With all these memories I ended up my Arangetram and my 12^th birthday in 2008. The day ended and so did everyone’s enthusiasm; but for me, those moments are still playing, and every time I rewind my memory, I am extremely flabbergasted, amazed and moved by the moments I have lived.