My musings on tenth

Now, since the CBSE tenth standard results have been announced for the batch of 2004-05, realization (yes, you are right, after attending 2 months of school in tenth) has started to sink in. People, I am in tenth. The horrible board class! The over rated and over hyped repercussions of this precious year have already been dumped into my system and for a fact I know, there is more to come. After all, the evil forces have come together to decide a slow, painful end.

Since the very beginning, I knew 2005 was the year, god had chosen for me. An odd number and I knew odd numbers are not my friends for the least. As the years passed by, my fears were kept at bay. There was this voice in my brain telling me, ‘you are the chosen one. Your time of tenth will never come, child. You will be spared. Remember god loves you the most.’

I was stupid enough to believe, to have faith. And thus was proclaimed in the skies of heaven and the ditches of hell, 2005 would come without fail.
Look at the optimist I am! What was I thinking while thinking that this time of my life would never come? God knows.

Okay, enough of exaggeration. Honestly, I am doing just fine. I am, as a matter of fact, enjoying this year so far. Or am I?

Result: topic dropped.

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A Walk To Remember

Today in the evening, I went to the G block park in Paschim Vihar, West Delhi. I met Shreya there. This is possibly the first time I’m mentioning her here. Thus, an introduction is in the order.

Shreya happens to be one of my friends in my previous school, St. Thomas’. We used to be rather good friends till I think fourth standard or so when she befriended some popular people of our class and back stabbed me. Hahaha. Imagine her doing that at that age! Anyways, we made up and became friends again but of course not as good as we used to be. There was always this bitterness in me for her, which doesn’t exist anymore. You see I sort of left all of that when I changed my school to D.P.S R.K Puram in sixth. I felt absolutely no need of carrying all that mess with me.

She had this aura of excess self-confidence in her that I guess, I could never have. Also, she believed in being popular. That was the difference between her and me. I wanted to stay away from that light and she wanted to go in there. This is perhaps the primary reason for our Broken and not so well repaired friendship

Anyways, before I go overboard in describing her and our situation, I see an urgent need of me going on. We saw each other and it was no surprise for me. I knew she was going to be there, like always.

I asked her if she could walk with me for a while and she instantly agreed. We walked for what seemed like an hour. She told me a lot about St. Thomas’ and I answered her questions about different stuff. I was too nostalgic to really say much. Time has flown away, perhaps, too fast. I miss being what I was. I miss every part of my life I’ve lived.

She told me she and some of my other friends, back there think that I have turned into a complete DPS buff! How ironic!

I guess, they’ll never really know me. I wish they knew how much I miss everything and being who I was. But again, I have no complaints with my present life. This school is, in more than one terms the best thing that has happened to me.
I know I am very lucky.

Fly Away

The Barron’s new SAT book is currently occupying as much space as my monitor occupies. And well, my study table cum computer table has been reduced to nothing with a phone instrument, speakers, mouse, newspaper, etc. Believe me the list goes on. My table, for the first time in months is messy!

And the prospect of it remaining in this state for at least the next hour or so is definitely not pleasing. An hour, I say, because I currently need every possible thing lying on the table. I am trying out multi-functioning and I have started to get the flavor of my success at this!

These past few days Fly Away by Corrinne May has left me addicted. No matter what I do, this song doesn’t seem to like the idea of leaving me alone. I don’t know how but it keeps playing itself at the back of my mind. So much so that today while my guitar class, I kept singing this song while playing the G scale. And the poor teacher thought I was going through some sort of trauma! I really can’t blame him with the kind of lyrics it has and my ‘evening cold’. I am sure it was no less than torture for the walls and the numerous electric and base guitars.

I guess my guitar sir had his plans in order too. He asked me if he had shown me the special ‘movie’ he had recently made on Flash. Boasting of his newly accomplished skills, he opened the folder. For the beginning, it seemed like a little presentation types with mellifluous notes flowing from an electric guitar, popping out text about this Pakistani guitarist and his music. The only mistake I did was to listen to it keenly with unbound interest. Believe me the music was too good to avoid. It was sugared to serve the purpose of a lullaby. What followed was highly shocking. It didn’t have me running out of the room thankfully. You seriously don’t want to know what happened next. And so I rest this incident here.

I consider it an obligation to warn one and all never to buy CD’s from Singapore when you have access to the music stores in India. They are highly expensive. You’ll repent like me.

For now, I have important things to attend to and thus I see no reason to continue.
Till the next time, Fly Away!

I just happen to come across these few lines...

Feed no more blossoms
to the wind, abnegate the constellations,
negate the sea and what is left
of your world? What is left then?

--Alessandra Lynch, "Excommunication"

Caught in the middle!!!

Yes…that’s what the situation was. We were half way through our history period when the speakers started blowing out the voice of our principal. ‘ On the request of the students and the teachers, the school is being closed one day early…’ and then we could hear no more because of the chorus of ‘yays and shits’.

Now if the school authorities think they’ll get the praises of the world for doing this, they are wrong. What wrong would it have done to them to give a prior notice? It wasn’t any ‘Surprise, Surprise’ package, I’m sure. And what with half of the students exclaiming, ‘My parents are not going to believe me!!’ It’s thankfully not the case with me but still, I believe in good of one and all!

My reaction to this announcement knew no bounds of ambivalence.
Firstly, the advantage was a full day in the AC without any complete power cuts where in you try to satisfy yourself with a hand fan.

Secondly, my dad was to come today morning and the plan had me going to Shubhi’s place for the day and then to pick my mom up from the airport at night. This, now, however doesn’t hold good since my dad had to do some last minute cancellation because of the crazy amount of work on his head. My anger, though silent knew no bounds. I shouted a bit on him and then it took a good hour’s sleep and a nice chat with Shubhi, to calm me down.

After having my lunch yesterday, I slept till about 17.30, waking in between to call mama and papa.

The reason for my discontentment on this announcement is enough to overshadow any advantage.

Firstly, today was to be double P.E. pds. I love playing badiminton and this is the best possible oppurtunity of one hour 15 minutes to do so. You see, my house being on the main road doesn’t possibly give my parents the sanction to let me go out.

Secondly, today was also to be a library pd. I have finished reading The hungry Tide by Amitav Ghosh. It’s a truly amazing book and has helped me to say even more proudly that I love books written by Indian authors.

Thirdly, I love school. It’s a universal truth by now. Do I need to say more?

Lastly, I get bored at home without any company, alone.

I can’t exactly call this Friday cursed cause my mom’s coming tonight. It’s a boring, hot summer day. And I have to go and study. Me and my bad mood. I wish I could do something about it.

As I am writing, I can feel contentment infuse my heart. With my favorite music on, I’m having the time of my life. I don’t care about the bad science and French papers. It’s a one-time thing and I know that pretty well for I’m not going to let it happen again. It’s a silent promise I made myself few days back.

There are absolutely no worries at this age. But my ambivalence to the present situation makes it no less difficult for me to resist a part of me, which shouts only one question. Is this what you want? And then in return my other side fights back; do you want to become a good for nothing-philosophical soul? The latter side is more empowering and thus, I’m happy.

I know good time is in store. My parents would come back on the coming Friday. It’s difficult to live without one’s parents. It really is. I’m happy for the time to come. For this weekend, we’ll be together once again, fighting and enjoying. It’s another story that after papa leaves, mama might be also leaving, on Moday, once again.

The school is so much less crowded nowadays with it being open for only the board classes. I somehow seem to be enjoying the prospect of going to school for this long. There used to be a time when the schools used to shut down for vacations on the 1^st of may and here we are, still going to school. But I don’t really mind. I am sort of enjoying the scorching heat. That reminds me of all the numerous reasons I love summers. I am sure you wouldn’t want me to dwell upon them so I save myself from the pain of writing.

I got a mail from my mom saying she got me the CDs I had asked for. She offered me an Ipod and I refused. Certain people can’t believe I did that. But, I really see no point of getting it. Where on one hand I love music, I don’t want to get into that complete clarity zone. I am satisfied with my lovely, powerful speakers attatched with my computer. A label on them reads Super Woofer.

Lost in serendipity,
I walked several steps
For I chose to be alone
But I wondered, if it was because of
What you had said.

I never meant to hurt you
And I wish you had meant the same.

I knew it was a downhill
And you chose not to come.
But I wanted you to know
It wasn’t where you belonged.

I remember the days
When we had promised each other
Of things which never were heard again.

You gave me all the allusions
Of the world
To make sure I didn’t tag along.
But in the end, you hopefully, will realize
All that you had done.

HeyI have to say i dont agree wid Knksha.. yesterday was almost Perfect!
We went to the visa office got the visa (after 2 hrs in the sun)
Nd we decided how wwe r goin n stuff
then i had my Science class which was good but sleepy
and then i went for a ride in my dads new car........Awesome man
Its a sleek Cambry Silver and so cooool
Then my mom wemt for some jagran
So me and mt father decided to go n have dinner just the two of us
so we had some yummy prawns.......
so much fun!
So Friday the 13th is definetly LUCKY for me

Some random stuff

Cars, like women, look better with accessories.
I almost gasped out loud on reading this. I came across an article in the economic time titled ‘Who looks better-your wife or your car?’ huh?
Like they are to be compared!
My first reaction had fits of laughter and then I decided to ignore this article, which I presume is written by yet another male chauvinist. However, I chose to write on this perhaps, because I don’t have anything better to do and I am 200% vela.

That article aside. Today we got white badges with our names, class and section written in bold. Now, I ask why do my school think us, dipsites, to be capable of forgetting our names? What’s the whole purpose of it when they are getting us our ID cards made?
The only thing I can think of is the fact that our school authorities are more or less leaches extracting every single penny they can.
And what’s with the yoga classes? Like they don’t know that we, the dipsites have solemnly resolved to not take anything of this sort seriously!

Now, today is certainly not the best day of my life. With my severe stomach ache and then the stuff in the newspapers declaring Friday the 13th to be the unluckiest for people with 13-letters name. No prizes for guessing that my name sums up to 13 letters.
Like it wasn’t enough with my mom and dad touring at the same time. And also the fact that barring the board classes, school closes for vacations, which means one more week of school in this, scorching summer heat.

Now even the thought of the summer vacations is not very pleasant. Why, you ask? Well, there is just so much work lined up. From making a project on UN in writing to completing maths and science syllabus to prepare for the upcoming assessment exams in July that is right after the school reopens. There is just too much work.
Besides, I need to read so many books I’ve lined up for myself. And with spending a day at Aditii’s house and perhaps, one at Shraddha’s place, I’ll hardly have time to breathe. Remember the fact-there is no 2 months vacation this time; it’s reduced to a tiny-miny 1 month 13 days.
Vacations also spell long hours sleep and entertainment in every possible form. But who has the time? At least, I don’t or for now, it doesn’t look like.

For a fact I know, it’s time to kill those people who said 10th is easier than 9th. What were they thinking?

Dear mother...

As I have walked
For several miles already,
I still feel your presence in my soul,
You gave me the strength to dream
And showed me my path.
Your memories cling to every part of me,
They always will.
And for a fact, I know
There isn’t anyone who can love me
As much as you do.

LONG Time!!!!
So LOOONg
Okay yeah lots of 'bakwas' been happenin in my life. For starters, My trip is almost cancelled...almost that is and stress at home and someone i know lost her husband.........fricking irritating life is these days., I hate tenth i can assure you.... Anyways school people have gone mad...
We have to
Study for exams+Do Holiday Homework+Do SSt Project
Dusnt sound like a holiday to me.
Yeah i know what you are thinking...Woman quit whining..............yeah but then again What the hell is this blog for?
So I shall sign out.......i know i havnt been writin much...i will soon....when my head is cleared
Chalo People
Gonna go
Salut

a promise!

hello people
cum 10 th and our enties have significantly reduced!!(i didnt write anyway) but i promise to come up with sensible tuff once the hols begin(20th of May!!!)

sorry to all the people who hav been bearing with us but we really get tired nowadays atleast i can say that for most of us.now i really fel ill hav to study this year specially with all those tuition classes and all.

btw i think we hav to much work to do and it seems like the hols are so far even though theyre practically just around the corner.
anywayz
ta-ta c u after 20th of May

Aditii

I'm leaving...

I leave for Chandigarh tomorrow to attend my cousin’s marriage on Friday. This means I’m going to miss Prachi’s birthday and I’m sure not that I need to but still, I’ve apologized to her on this. Poor soul- wouldn’t have anyone to wish her the instant she gets into the bus. I pity her.

Since, I’ve mentioned her for probably the first time, I am willing to take the pain to describe this taurian creature. She happens to be one of the privileged people to become one of my first friends in this then-alien school. I mean the time, to be precise about 3 years back, when I joined DPS RKP. Those times were definitely not the best times of my life. Come to talk about first impression, I considered her to be rather sweet. But of course as they say first impressions are not always true! She is into collection of stamps etc. her sketches are amazing and she sings considerably well. But most of the stuff she does, according to me is very ‘vella’. She loves nature and I do have to bear her constant blabbering about how she wished she had a camera to take snaps of trees or any passing thing! We’ve been friends since 3 years and last year, while shuffling we were put in the same section. We don’t talk much in class but you got to see us in the bus! Overall, there are numerous things we don’t agree on but most of the time one of us gives up pretty soon. We’ve never had a major fight as such and I hope we don’t.

Anyways, my plan was to tell (or is it remind?) certain person in the bus about her birthday tomorrow but it turns out, we need to leave early tomorrow and thus, I miss school for two days. My loss entirely. I’m missing the precious library and physics (!) period and the-not-so-precious bio period (yawn).
Just got done with the packing. Not that I had much to contribute as my dear mother took care of all the stuff but just to say on the face of it!
I can see Prachi’s gift waiting on my study table. But it’ll have to wait till Monday now.
Bye for the time being and enjoy the week end while I enjoy mine.

Oh Sandy.......
what a wonderful face
yr ears are lovely
just like thin lace
yr eyes remind me
of a deep sea

Oh darling there will never be another
coz i love you so.....
oh sandy im so in love with you

You feet
remind me of a clover
yr movement is like
a fast rover

Oh darling there will never be another
coz i love u so
oh sandy where do i go

when u come n kiss my nose
i feel like im in heaven
u smell like a rose
but why dunt you like my 'dost'
they r so sweet
they bring u a roast

u r my most favourite thing
whenever u come near
you make my eyes soggy
yr my jaan my sweetu
my honey my doggy