Brett lee is getting married... my life is getting over!
Sob Sob!! Condolences can be addressed to me.

no ke sera sera

‘Never forget that only dead fish swim with the stream.’ This line has been etched in my heart ever since I read it. I draw purpose from its portentousness. It leads me to dogged perseverance. It gives me focus-to initiate and to perpetuate and not to wait. Such is the exhilaration of these words. It reminds of a hindi poem we did in 8th. I don’t remember the title but this quotation and that poem are allegorically the same. I say allegorically and not categorically because if I know something is right, I want to do it. If I don’t want to do something, it’s not right but if it’s right and I don’t want to do it, then I don’t know what right is. Then I become a dead fish swimming with the stream. Amitav Ghosh writes in ‘the glass palace’, ‘what a man takes for himself, no one can deny him.’ I couldn’t agree more.

Why the day rocked...

• I forgot the route to Adi’s place. And of course, ended up giving my mom the wrong directions, which was actually a lot of fun.
• I reached her place at 8:30 in the morning.
• There was no Shubhi to disturb till about 11 o’clock.
• We had to literally talk Shubhi into moving her lazy, 48-hours sleep deprived body out of her bed and in the car. Okay, we’re a bunch (rather pair) of mean-os.
• I was being forced to have a double breakfast. Well, almost.
• In the blessed time, when Shubhs wasn’t there, I talked Adi into dancing with me.
• I managed to click a picture of Shubhs and Adi, trying to strangle each other.
• My digicam, very conveniently decided to go low on battery. And so did Shubhi’s cell phone.
• We were actually charging her phone in Planet M while singing in the loudest voice possible.
• We went for Being Cyrus, which easily makes for a great movie. .
• There were approximately 15 people in the whole hall. It wasn’t exactly a big surprise considering it was DT.
• We got the last row and were almost frozen to death.
• The movie witnessed us munching our way into a large pack of popcorn.
• And we caught Da Vinci Code’s trailer. I so have to see this movie. Hopefully, Dan Brown would win the case.

So now my lazy body is demanding of me to get some reasonable amount of sleep. Au revoir.

What is a boy?

Note-savour each and every word.

Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and colours, but all boys have the same creed. To enjoy every second of every day and to protest with noise (their only weapon) when their last minute is finished and the adult males pack them off to bed at night.
Boys are found everywhere-on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to. Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them and heaven protects them. A boy is truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its figure, wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.
When you are a busy, a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise. When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying the world and himself with it.
A boy is a composite-he has an appetite of a horse, the disposition of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket size atomic bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel strap, the enthusiasm of a fire cracker, and when he makes something he has 5 thumbs on each hand.
He likes ice-cream, knives, saws, comic books, the boy across the street, woods, water (in its natural habitat), large animals, dad, trains, Saturday mornings, and fire engines. He is not much for Sunday school, company, schools, books without pictures, music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults or bedtime.
Nobody else is so early to rise, or so late to supper. Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees, dogs and breezes. Nobody else can cram onto one pocket a rusty knife, a half-eaten apple, 3 feet of string, an empty Bull Durham sack, 2 gum drops, 6 cents, a sling shot, a chunk of unknown substance, and a genuine supersonic code ring with a secret comportment.
A boy is a magical creature-you can lock him out of your work shop, but you can’t lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but you can’t get him out of your mind. Might as well give up-he is your captor, your jailor, your boss, and your master-a freckled face, pint sized, cat chasing bundle of noise. But when you come home at night with shattered pieces of your hopes and dream, he can mend them like new with two magic words-‘Hi dad.’

Ps: its from a friend’s grandpa’s book. I thought tom sawyer, huck finn, swami when I read it.

Jhakas!

"Good afternoon all you wonderful (n not so wunderful) ppl..!
I cant belive I am here.. With how life was going, i never thought i would never be here... Its been a trememdous ride (with more bumps than usual) but I thik we all have survived ( wid onli a few scratces here n there)"
That guys was my acceptance speech for the award i bestow on myself for survivin this monstorous month.. hasnt gone exactly the way i wanted to... but no use crying right? So forget about the boards... (we onli have eng left.. which im sure no 1 will count as an exam) Ive had a wunderful time been catchin up on all my movies ( brkebac monutain totally luv tht muvie!! and RDB ofcourse which was pretty good 2) Been watchin the match quite religiously widout feelin guilty... eatin chocolate... drinkin yummy coffee.. catchin up on OC and basically living the life i had been dreaming of since 3 months.
Whats hot: Jimmy anderson (finally gotten rid of his pink hair thnk god)Amil and karan from RDB asmil is hot, karan is gorgous. Purrfect huh? Heath ledger.... the way he cries in bb is well mesmerising
Whats playing: James Blunt and been listenin 2 good charlotte ( sudden attack)RDB soundtrack luv it!!
Whats eatin: Nachos yummy nachos.... and lots of ice tea (cant eat tht ofcourse)
Whats reading: Gonna start Anna Karninia ... i dont know how im gonna do it... BUt i am going to do it.. for all those who dont no its by leo tolstoy... Its his classic... 800 pages super small words... Its gonnna be a buuummmmpppy roadd
k adieos... gtg catch the match which we hopefully will win...( im 2 patriotic 4 my own gud!)!!! Has anyone seen the new bilboard of dhoni irfan n yuvraj i think its so cute!!
lods of luv
shubhs
Ps Im sure you've realized the title of the post has nothing to do wid the post..!

The world's a better place...

...now that march's almost done with.

Wow.

This month’s gone by super fast and I guess this was only the beginning of the hectic years to come. But it’s a challenge that all of us will have to assume.
Anyways, a lot of things have transpired in these school-deprived months.

A comprehensive (if I may say so) list follows.

• This month has left me nocturnal. Entirely.
• I managed to screw up in just about every possible aspect. I am so “proud-to-be-me.”
• Okay, so how am I supposed to know that the CBSE would be ever so gracious to want us to recognize (the unrecognizable) tomb of ibadat-ud-daulha (is that the right spelling??) and the fact that the tomb in the picture given was made of marble…rushi wrote red sand stone or something!!! Lol. All right, just maybe we were considering it was in the book but oh well.
• I.T. was a cakewalk…bah…could I turn the tables. Pleeeaaaaseeeee.
• My anxiety (and of course the fact that I am me) did lead me to mess up the ever-easy math paper. I mean who would copy 22X20 as 22X22 and get 6 marks endangered. Believe me I would.
• I did. I am told I should not have expected a lot out of myself. And I don’t get it. I mean you work your bloody ass off for something and the more you want to do things right, they just have a perpetual slimy way of going pathetically wrong.
• I wasted two days after the maths paper, crying over it. I know, I know, I could’ve used them constructively but I realized it’s a lot easy to say than do the same. In fact it’s next to impossible.
• Let’s make that impossible.
• I think I’ve still not gotten over it.
• Before I knew, time for science was over and the French books were out.
• Rushi turned 'sweet' 16...isn't that old or what?!?
• I think it’s the most pathetic feeling when you get something wrong cause you revised your paper. I’m so going to master this.
• Apparently, I couldn’t find my admit card right before the French exam. Awesome. After the initial brave face, I almost broke down and by the time I reached the examination hall, I was sick and tired of being sleep deprived and being a bit car sick.
• After the French exam, we (I mean the ones with their second language French) had tough times ahead: only 2 days for science. And I hadn’t really done science since before the boards had started (that would be 20 feb)
• Everyone was so looking forward to the end of science on the 20^th of March.
• So without having discussed the paper, I’m not really in a position to comment on the science paper but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
• Now, today I had gone to see Taxi 9211. And I was reminded that this was the first movie I watched after Harry Potter in November. No kidding. I can hardly believe this.
• This was the first John Abraham flick I saw. Is that sad? And Rads, now, methinks he’s pretty good. Lol.
• Got Love Story by Erich Segal for rushi and ended up reading it in barista!!!Heeeheee.
• I’ve not studied at all today. But I’m pretty happy right now. And I actually managed to feel guilty…hmmm.
• Got only English to go and we’ll be free birds on the 27^th. Wooohooo.
• And I’m having so much fun, reading Two Lives. You wouldn’t believe I resisted the temptation of reading it these 2 months.
• Times sure are changing.

G’nite.

Decoding happiness

If there is poetry in sadness, why do we choose to be happy? Why do we choose to munch potato chips in front of the television? Is there no poetry in our lives. But of course there is. What is happiness? A state of mind? A relativity? An indefinable , intangible emotion? I read somewhere, its ‘something to do, someone to love and something to hope for.’ We have so much to do, so many people we love and so many things to hope for. Yet, we are not happy. Atleast not always. We have good days and bad days. It just takes one look, one word, one act, one moment to wrench happiness away no matter how convincingly we portray our self made persons. Is my good fortune, someone else’s misfortune or my plight someone else’s triumph. Much as I don’t like to write this, I must-it is or how would the balance be made. OK, so the balance is a bit precarious. I am neither in a vindictive mood nor do I have enemies. Happiness mind you is totally different from sadistic pleasure. Happiness is possible in the holistic entirety of a community-sadistic pleasure is not.
I might sound like I am six but ……………………whatever. I like listening to music. I like reading. I like reading Alice in the wonderland. It gives me happiness. It takes me away to a different world. I transcend. I feel joy. Happiness is little things and big things. Happiness is contagious. Lets start an epidemic.

Ps:I deliberately chose not to write about the boards. They are not the make do or make end of our lives.
I saw rang de basanti for the second time-love the part when they decide to kill the defense minister. i liked sukhi. dj abuses too much. karan was the best.
I will start no pretty pictures tonight. Its been a really long time since I read it last.

Well here we are... In the month we have been dreading for the whole year- MARCH. N i don't know about anyone else, but for me it's turning out to be pretty bad.
The first day of the month itself was a total disaster. The day before our lovely sst exam- nobody knows what to expect and everybodys going crazy with tension! Inspite of aditii madams constant reminders that i should sleep early i go to sleep at 4 30 doing last minute revision and in the morning, while taking a bath im doing heritage- th language n literature with its easy names n terms... Tryin 2 remember the codes i had figured for learnin the works like for 'Malik Mohammad Jayasi wrote Padmavat in Awadhi' the code was that 'The 3 cricketers Salim (MALIK), (MOHAMMAD) Azhruddin and Sanath (JAYAS)urya wrote in AWADHI to PADMA that she had to pay Value Added Tax (VAT)!!
The exam turned out to be ok but it was too indirect and its all upto the examiner how much he wants to giv us for the stories we have written in the application based questions! All we can do is pray that our examiner is nt a rikshaw-puller and that when he comes to check our paper he's not had any fight with his wife or something... N anyone who says that the first exam of a new syllabus is easy should get a tight slap..
N then we had computers- I studied everything but somehow just manage to skip a question on forms in MS Access which was given in the sample paper at the end of the book.. In the paper I'm thinking ive read about it somewhere and in the end just end up writing some rubbish.. I know computers is not counted and all but still its gonna be on the marksheet and it was 2 easy to be messed up like that... but o well...
N now day after tomorrow- the maths exam.. Its a situation which some people describe as "knowing everything and not knowing anything"... I've done 6 sample papers. Got ok ok marks in all but still I just feel extremely extremely uncomfortable at the idea of giving a board exam.. If it was any other crappy school exam it wouldn't even hav mattered but its a BOARD exam..

It really sux when something you've been working your ass off for the whole freakin year doesn't turn out the way you want it to.. Now I wonder what I studied te whole year for. I mean how does it matter that I did well in all exams and in the end when it matters the most I'm messing it all up... But I guess c'est la vie.. just waitin for these thingys to get over once and for all now. But if the boards don't go well then its difficult to enjoy the free time after them. There are 4 exams still to go and hope they're better..
The bottom line at the end of it all is that the Indian Education System sux.. big time.. N thats the first and foremost reason why our countrys so prosperous (plz understand the sarcasm)
N now sorry for boring your ass off but I was in an xtremely weird mood and couldn't help it..
Time to go back to maths......