Goodbye, 2008

2008, You were a good year. In fact, you were one of my favorite years. One word for you is overwhelming. 2008, you overwhelmed me.


Important things that happened this year :


>I got over Bangalore.

>I fell in love with Edward.

>I discovered blogging. And fell in love with it.

>I fell in love with Shakespeare.

>I made new friends. LOTS of new friends.

>I began to like school. (Don't look at me like that. I'm just as shocked)

>My mom started working.(And left me all alone at home!)


Uhh...That's about it. Seems like a very uneventful year when I put it down like this but trust me, It was one of the BESTest years ever.


In January, I started New Year at Cupcake's place.(Seems like yesterday). In school, Maggot and me were a group. We started hanging out with Ms. Know-it-all.


In February, I remember nothing but studying for the finals. Sad, no?


March was fun. It started out with going to Bangalore (!!!) and then it moved on to half day school and no homework which was all incredibly fun.


In April, Ms. Know-it-all joined our group. Ms. Know-it-all, Maggot and me became really, really close. There was a short period in April where all the girls in 9th grade were united. That didn't last too long because Ms. Know-it-all and me can't stand a peaceful atmosphere for too long.


In May, I did nothing at all. Nothing. During summer, I spent majority of my time on the internet. Facebook-ing and chatting is all I remember of May.


In June, my mom started working. Joy for me because I was left all alone at home. Yeah, it was fun. School began after the wonderful summer vacation. In June, I got many, many lectures about how important the Board Exams are and yadda yadda yadda.


July and September was all a big mush for me. There were tests and fights and lots of things going on. All I remember is that after July and October, Maggot, Ms. Know-it-all, Haunted Guy, Singer-dude, Sir Loopy-much and me were a group. And Haunted Guy and me emerged as true enemies. In September, there were exams or tests or something because I remember studying a lot.



In October, there were the lovely Diwali Vacations in which I spent time in Jaipur, Udaipur and a (very) short period in Delhi. It was a proper vacation with no studies so I had fun. Rest of October was spent in I don't know what but when I think about October, I have fond memories of it.


In November, we did nothing in school because of the Sports Day. We had practice, like, everyday so no studies at all.


In December, we had our Unit Tests which were horrible. Sports day was fun. And then I went to Bangalore and had the time of my life. Suddenly, it's time for New Year again.





This was my year. Yours?








And now....presenting....2009.



In 2009, I will:


>Concentrate on studies more. I kinda have to seeing that I'll be writing Ze Board Exams and all that very, very soon.

>Try not to scream so much.

>Blog about my oh-so-interesting life more often.

>Not complain about Math so much. Instead, I shall sincerely try to understand it.

>Forget about Edward. Try my best to.

>Do a good deed a week. Doing one a day is too much hard work.


...and that's about it.

I'm kind of dreading 2009 because of the amount of work I'll have to do academically. But I still hope for it to be as good a year as 2008. I will miss you, 2008.


Happy New Year, y'all!
Hope you have an AWEsome year!
xoxoxoxoxoxo



Over and out.

List-o-mania

Five things I can't live without :


1. Books
2. Internet
3. Music
4. Soft toys
5. French fries
(Family and friends are WAY more than just 'things')



If I stuck on an island, the three things I would keep with me are:



1. My teddy
2. Twilight by Stephanie Meyer
3. A 42 inch LCD screen with a playstation.



Things I'm going to do from today onwards:


1. Stop obsessing over actors of movies and TV shows. They are never gonna fall in love with me so it's no use breaking my heart over nothing.
2. Stop moving towards the kitchen every half an hour.
3. Stay content with what I have. At least try.
4. Crib online instead of using friends and parents. They get annoyed quickly. I *heart* this blog. I can rant all I want and NO one can stop me.
5. Clean my room at regular intervals. It's better than being screamed at by my mom.
6. Think postive. (Yeah Namrata, It's rubbing off on me.)
7. Try and be nice to everyone. Even the people who I strongly dislike. Not hate, mind you. Strongly dislike.



Things I want to do before I'm 20:

1. Drive
2. Bungee jump
3. Pass out of school
4. Surf in Hawaii
5. Go to Timbuktu
6. Cuddle with a baby panda. They're so adorable!
7. Meet a vampire
8. Learn how to shoot webs out of my hand like spiderman.

Hmmm...I'm setting high expectations for myself. Maybe I should make this 'Things I want to do before I'm 25". No. 30 is better. Yeah. Things I want to do before I'm 30.

Pathtic things about being a teenager:

1. You're blamed for everything.
2. People use big words like 'responsibility' around you.
3. You get the worst of both worlds. You're either too young to go to a concert alone or too old to order a Happy Meal at McDonalds. Meh.
4. Hormones. Those terrible, horrific mood swings....*shudder* Nuff' said.
5. Suddenly, you're not so little anymore. You have to work around the house. And, ugh, help around.
6. Your grades suddenly become very important.
7. You get laughed at when you say you love playing with soft toys. Or seeing Barney tapes.
8. Peer pressure, peer pressure, peer pressure.
9. Suddenly, finding a clique you fit in becomes a necessity.
10. School becomes harsh.

Awesome things about being a teenager:

1. Your parents don't mind leaving you alone at home for a couple of hours as long as the house isn't on fire when they come back.
2. Little kids look up to you with an expression of complete awe. The best part is, that you were them at some point so you know exactly what's going on in their heads.
3. Your parents trust you. Most of the time.
4. Suddenly, you don't have to ask your parents permission for the tiniest of things anymore.
5. You don't have to go furniture shopping with your parents anymore. You can watch TV at home instead.
6. Friends. They are the best part of a teenager's life.
7. You're not to young to play spin-the-bottle anymore.
8. You can't be forced to so something you don't want to. Oh wait, you can. But at least you can put up a dang good fight and be unhappy about it in the end.
9. You can use stuff like "It's my life"and it doesn't sound corny.
10. You're almost grown up.


Things about me which you probably didn't know:


a. I sing in the shower. ONLY in the shower.
b. I'm not into metal (music).
c. I love doodling eyes. When I doodle, I mostly doodle eyes or my name.
d. I love Barney and teletubbies. And yes, I'm fourteen. Almost fifteen.
e. I can touch my head with my toes.
f. I have a red-one belt in Takewondo. So be scared, very scared.
g. I like Shakespeare.
h. I keep a regular journal. You know, a diary kinda thing. Not just online.
i. I like writing stuff on paper more than typing it out.
j. I hate Thai food. Can't stand the stuff.
k. My life is pretty boring but I try to make it as dramatic as humanely possible. Sometimes, it's hard.
l. My colour changes with my mood. Right now, it's turquoise. Go figure.
m. I hate ginger ale. It makes me gag.
n. I hate it when people I barely know call me my nick name(s). It gets on my nerves.
o.I'd like to know how it is to die. I mean, it must be cool to completely blank out. Exept it must suck that the 'blanking out' is kinda a permanent thing.
p. I hate Akshay Kumar. Such a wanna-be.
q. I read fast. Very fast. (Fine, most of you knew this one.)
r. I'm a really good liar. Exept in front of friends. Around friends, I giggle madly and all they have to do is say, "It was you, wasn't it?" and I giggle even more and sheepishly say, "Yeaahh...".
s. Once I stayed all night watching the Matrix trilogy. 'Twas fun.
t. I can get drunk on soda.
u. I LOVE shopping. (Fine, most of you knew that one too.)
v. I'm horrible at consoling people. H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E.
w. I name inanimate objects. For example, my iPod's name is Sophia.
x. I can make Maggi by myself. *Proud smile*
y. Sometimes, I pretend that I'm on Uranus. Completely isolated. And then my mom wakes me up.
z. I love making lists. (Guessed that, didn't you? Sharp.)

....and now you know your A to Z about me!Ta-da!






Wow. Making lists is my idea of fun. It's almost like therapy. I started out all dull and kinda depressed and now I'm all happy and lets-do-something-new! I strongly reccomend making lists when you're down. Trust me, it works. :)


Over and out.

If you're happy and you know it clap your hands *Clap Clap*

I lived in Bangalore for eight years before I moved to Pune. I absolutely LOVE Bangalore...

- I *heart* the small Udupi joints where you get some of the world's best food.

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- I *heart* the traffic jams.





- I *heart* the people in the traffic jams who say, "Salpa adjust maadi" (Adjust just a little bit) while they're banging into your vehicle.





- I *heart* the radio stations in Bangalore which make up for the bad traffic jams.





- I *heart* all my friends who still remember me.





- I *heart* the narrow, broken roads which lead to some of my favoritest (don't say it) places in the world.





- I *heart* the stray dogs on the narrow, broken roads which chase your vehicle in the dark and scare the death out of you.





- I *heart* the pathetic English people speak and their horrible pronunciations.





- I *heart* the malls in Bangalore. Especially Forum.





- I *heart* the weird homely feeling you get in Bangalore's malls which I don't even know how to describe. The malls are just so alive.





- I *heart* the fact that Western musicians choose Bangalore as their first option for concerts in India.





- I *heart* the Banyan tree at Lal Bagh.





- I *heart* coffee you get in those tiny cups in small joints.





- I *heart* the bungalows in Jayanagar.





- I *heart* the fact that one of my best friends used to live just two floors below my house.





- I *heart* my ex-school, Kumarans.





- I *heart* 'Scary House' at Garuda Mall, however lame it is.





- I *heart* Landmark- my FAVORITE store.





- I *heart* Higginbothams on MG road.





- I *heart* the parks in each locality in Bangalore.





- I *heart* the samosa and jalebi shop in BDA complex.





- I *heart* the Death By Chocolate at Corner House. Mmmmm.....





- I *heart* Ranga Shankara.





- I *heart* Casa Picola.





- I *heart* the Bangalore weather.











But now I'm in Pune and...











- I *heart* the Shrikhand and Bakadvadi you get at Chitale Bandhu.





- I *heart* all the people who insult me in Marathi, even when I don't necessarily get what it means. The efforts they take to teach me Marathi....incredible.





- I *heart* all my friends who back me up when those random people scream at me....even when I don't deserve it.

- I *heart* the fact that the Commonwealth Youth Games were in Pune. 'Twas excellent fun.

- I *heart* E-square.





- I *heart* Lakshmi road.





- I *heart* the Shrewsberry biscuits and the Honey 'n' Raisin cake you get at Kayani Bakery.





- I *heart* the fact that Pune is just one and a half hours away from one of my favorite cities in the whole world- Bombay.





- I *heart* the small- town feeling you get in Pune. ( We had a traffic signal inaugurated over here. Get what I mean?)





- I *heart* the gang of overly dramatic friends I have over here.





- I *heart* the number of fights and controversies among friends over here. (Oh Drama! What would I do without thee?)





- I *heart* Flags. Pune's own Casa Picola equivalent.

- I *heart* Vada Pav and Misal Pav...something I wouldn't have discovered if i hadn't moved to Pune.

- I *heart* Pune's MG road. Especially on Saturdays when they have the Walk-in Plaza. No vehicle- just random stalls all over and a local rock band playing at end of the street. It's awesome!

- I *heart* the fact that I'm different over here. Some people may call it freak but I say different.

When I first came to Pune, I couldn't come up with one thing to add to a list of "Things I like about Pune". But now, after a year, I'm finally over Bangalore and I'm actually beginning to appreciate Pune. Being over Bangalore DOES NOT mean that I don't miss it. It just means that I'm not moping about how I wish I were there every second of my life.

So now I call myself a Banglorian and a *ahem* Puneite (w-o-w. That's the first time I've actually admitted it). I can't say which city I prefer- If you ask me, I'd probably say Bangalore in less than two seconds but truthfully, they are two cities which can't be compared. I love Bangalore and I love Pune and you know what the best part of it is? I'm happy! *clap clap*

PS- This post cannot be used against me in any way. Hear me loud and clear- It can't be used against me in ANY way. Okay?Okay.

Forgotten Books

I really feel bad for second hand books. So here's a short poem I wrote about them:



Sitting there all alone,
broken, tattered and torn.
Once they were happy and loved,
but now in some old box, stuffed.



Their spined broken,
totally forgotten
and withering away,
with nothing to say.



When first published, they flourished,
but a few years later- lost and tarnished.
Sitting in some second hand store,
waiting for someone to appreciate them more.



Their stories once used to enthrall
but now are forgotten by all.
They feel so abandoned and alone,
all they can do is sit and moan.

Bookish Rants

I consider myself a bookaholic- an undying fan of books. I absolutely adore them. Also, I'm very particular about books. No, I'm not talking about the type of books I read (Fine, I'm particular about that,too.) but I'm talking about how books are treated and dealt with.

Some people just don't know how to deal with books. Those bent book spines....*shudder*.It almost hurts too look at. And then, the worst crime committed: folding page corners as bookmarks. No one ever realises that they could actually be hurting the book. The agony, the pain........even when it's not my book. Now that I'm so miffed with people ruining books, I've gone on a no-lending-book policy. I've vowed not to lend my books to anyone because some of them have already been mutated and I can't bear to see rest of them go that way.

So now that we've talked about physically murdering books, what about figuratively? People telling book ends, stories of books...they should be locked up in jail and the key should be thrown far into the ocean. If the other person hasn't read the book and isn't planning to, who cares? It's their loss. But no, some people just insist on telling stories of books. And when they ask me why I care when they aren't telling me the story but to someone else all together, I can't come up with a good enough answer. Let's just say, I cant watch a murder in front of me. I've given up trying to convince people of how wrong it is, I just satisfy myself with a dejected sigh and walk away from the scene of crime.

It should be banned to make judgements of books from their movies. I was talking to my friend and-
Me: Have you read Eragon?
Friend: No, but I saw the movie. I thought the movie was pretty pathetic so I decided to skip the book.
Me: ----------

The book and the movie are DIFFERENT. I'm not saying, don't watch the movie. All I'm saying is DON'T judge the book by it's freaking movie!!!

When I get my hand on a book, good or bad, I can't let it go until I'm done with it. So while I'm in middle of it, someone walks upto me and says, "You're reading that?" Yes, I'm sorry if it offended you or anything but I happen to be reading that book. Also, when I'm halfway through a book, people ask " How is it?" and I say, "Really bad." they look at me all raised eyebrows and wonder if I'm a retard and ask "Um, then why are you still reading it?" I'm burning to say, "What's it to you, buster?" but instead I sigh and say, " I can't let go of a book until I'm done with it." confirming their suspicions.


Well that covers about half of what I needed to get off my chest but I can make do with this for now. Over and out.

Brace Yourself

I hate braces. I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. They are the most annoying things ever discovered by mankind. They hurt. Who knew that little pieces of titanium glued on by some weird astronaut-ish glue on you teeth would hurt like pulling an organ out of your body and screwing it up and putting it back. But it does hurt that much.

When you first get your brace it hurts so much that you can't stop ranting about it and it finally makes all the people around you go "WE GET IT. IT HURTS. STOP CRIBBING". But when I want to crib, no one can stop me. Next time, get some ear plugs. When you get over the first week of aching, you realise how annoying braces can be. Food gets stuck in your braces and you have to brush after every meal. For Christ's sake, I have to carry a kit with my electronic brush, the ishpecial braces brush and the tiny spiral one which gets out all the tiny food particles from your braces. I have three brushes and I have to spend at least 10 minutes with brushing. So- I have breakfast- then I need to brush. (10 minutes). I have lunch- then I need to brush (20 minutes) and then the occasional snack in between lunch and dinner- I still have to brush (even if it's just two biscuits- so 30 minutes) and of course, ze dinner.( 40 minutes) I spend 40 minutes of my day just brushing. Can you even imagine how aggravating this is??? No, you cant. Because it is unimaginable. Only my fellow brace buddies can understand and sympathise.

As if all this brushing and pain isn't enough, there are food restrictions. Yes, you heard me. Ever heard of going for a movie and NOT having popcorn?? Well, I'm banned from having popcorn. Apparently, it gets stuck. And that is not good. If it gets stuck in the braces, it'll stay there for eternity. There is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Hello?? heard of brushing...and um, toothpaste? the thing I've been ranting about all this time? Yes, it helps to get out stuff from your braces. But no, popcorn still remains banned. Case closed.

Chocolate. The sole reason why I choose to live. The eternal Holy food. The food. This is really going to make you cry: It's banned. It hurt when my dentist told me " Oh yea, and no chocolates either." No chocolates? What, are you kidding me? Do you actually believe that I'm gonna keep to that rule??Nada. Thankfully, my parents agree with me over here. "I guess one chocolate- not two hard or sticky, mind you- every once in a while wouldn't harm you. Just make sure you brush well" Oh, thank god for my mom! So now you know why I'm still alive- I break the rules.

Practically anything under the category hard or stick is banned. I mean, EVERYthing that tastes good, is banned. I don't even have to list all the number of things that are banned. You just have to think of anything that tastes good. Chips?Banned. Caramel?Banned. Cookies?Banned. However, I do break the rules. And I do eat all the 'BANNED' stuff. It's just that my dentist knows when I've eaten stuff against the rules. It's almost like he's Santa- "he knows when you're naughty and he knows when your nice". He just knows.

And I for one, find it unfair that only a few misfortuned ones get braces. It's most unfair! Why doesn't EVERYONE just get braces. Oh forget everyone- why me?

P.S - I know that I've just cribbed on this post but I dont care! It's MY blog so I'M gonna crib on it. Okay?

Things I Thunk

These are a collection of random things I thunk just now:

* I should really clean my room. It's coming to a stage where things have started decomposing inside it.

* 'Random' is a weird word. Ra-ndom...raaandom......

* I hate change of any kind.

* Chocolate tastes chocolate-y

* The word cool sounds cool.

* I should be doing something more important than blogging. Studying, for instance.

* History is very historical.

* I wish I had a country named after me.

* While I'm wishing, I'd like a chocolate sundae that has lots of hot chocolate syrup wit chocolate chips and chocolate sprinkles in it.

* Living can be very tiring.

* Egypt sounds like a nice country.

* I love Keanu Reeves.

* Why do people blink? I mean, the world cant be that ugly that we have to close our eyes every half a second.

* Why is salsa a type of dance? Isn't it supposed to be an amazingly spicy sauce that you're supposed to eat with nachos?

* Jack Black is funny.

* Enrique Iglesias would make a very pretty girl.

* Why do all Disney stars insist on singing? I mean, just because you can act (not that well, mind you), that does NOT mean you can sing. Have heard Miley Cyrus? or try Ashley Tisdale. Gah!!

* I want to learn a new language. German? ooooooh! or how about Spanish?

* I want to just sit and read. Without anyone disturbing me. No phone calls, no one saying " Dont you have anything better to do?" or " Clean up your room. NOW." I want to read. It's a fundamental right which I totally deserve.

* When I was a little kid, I used to think the world of teenagers. Now that I'm a teenager, it isn't ALL that great. Sure, it's nice. But not as great as I thought it would be.

* Anything fried tastes awesome. I bet if i put some cockroaches in boiling oil, they would taste great (no guarantee,of course).

* I want to eat a burger.

* Hair. Isn't it weird? Random bits of string made of dead cells that hang from the head. Weird.

* Why do people say that lions roar? because they dont. When they open their mouth, it sounds NOTHING like 'Roooaaarr!'

*On the other hand, hyenas DO laugh.

* Lion King is an amazing movie. Un-roaring lions, laughing hyenas, stupid little funny animals... they've got it all.

* I want to visit Timbuktu.

* I want a lot of things which I never get. But i WILL go to Timbuktu. I'll show you, I'll show you all!!!!!

* If you are still reading this, hi. how ya doin'?

*Internet is the greatest invention ever. After the telephone, of course.

* I want a pet panda for my next birthday. Is everyone still around?

Well that's enough thinking for today.

Happy thinking,y'all!:)

The 'Kick Me!' Incident

The characters involved in this episode of my life:
Namrata- my partner in crime
Aishwarya- a part of the enthusiastic audience

and me.

ok, there is one other very important character in this story whose name i do not want to disclose. So lets just call her whats-her-name. And of course, the accomplices of whats-her-name who are Miss Snob and Miss Flirt- a - lot.


Friday afternoon. Concert practice in school. TOTAL chaos.
So in the middle of this chaos, Namrata and me were in a particularly mishchevious mood... when are we not? But on this day it was enhanced by the fact that there was no teacher in the class.


Namrata and me had a knack for annoying whats-her-name. And with the wonderful atmosphere in class, whats-her-name was positively in danger. She should have gone into hiding like her accomplices had adviced. But she didn't.


Namrata had a piece of chalk in her hand... and a wicked smile on her face. She looked at whats-her-name's bag, nodded at me and i got to work. While Namrata distracted whats-her-name with some lame small talk, i wrote, in big bold capital letters, 'KICK ME!' on whats-her-name's bagpack. Oh yea, don't forget the exclamation. Apparently, it's very important. The job was done. The crime was committed. Though while i committed the crime, random spectators like Aishwarya burst out laughing and screamed in joy (She had obviously lost it). So after this, Namrata and me waited restlessly for whats-her-name to find out. We waited for a minute, a minute and a half, two minutes....tic toc tic toc....aaaand BOOM! She figured it out.


[ Ok. So we'll take a pause over here. At this point Namrata and me thought- Yes, we thought. that's where we went wrong- that whats-her-name would probably try to write 'KICK ME!' on our bags and scream her head off and completely crazy. Were we wrong or what.]


Any guesses to what she actually did?No? Didn't think so. She started crying. Yes, crying. We had truly hurt her. She ran upstairs to get all the attention from rest of the class, namely, Miss Snob and Miss Flirt-a-lot.


Namrata and me, mortified, thought (you don't have to rub it in, you know) that she went to snitch to the teacher. So what do we do? We run before anyone could stop us. We meet up with Aishwarya downstairs and start discussing the current affairs. After about fifteen minutes, whats-her-name appears in the arms of Miss Snob and Miss Flirt-a-lot.


Much against Aishwarya's views, Namrata and me decided to apologize. We walked up to whats-her-name hesitantly.

"Ummm... We are sorry" Namrata ventured.
"Maybe we did go a bit too far" I said, sheepishly.

This was of course addressed to whats-her-name. But Miss Flirt-a-lot decides that she just has to intervene-
" You people are just too much"

Creative use of words.
Now her intervention got me mad. Real mad. I mean, we didn't even do as much as look at her but being the nosy stinkball she is, she just had to interfere. So I started screaming my head off at Miss Flirt-a-lot and the next thing I know, Namrata and Miss Snob are at it for i don't know what. Whats-her-name's face was just screaming-' Wasn't this an apology for me?!?! '

After looking at whats-her-name's face, all of us stopped and looked at her sheepishly.
" You guys should know you limits. You really crossed you limits" she said.

[ Over here, I would have liked to point out that we just wrote two words on her bag pack. But I let it pass]


I was still kind of ok with what she said because maybe it was kind of true. Of course, in the background, Miss Snob and Miss Flirt-a-lot were glaring at us and making faces



[ At this point, I decided to take it all in. I rewinded this whole situation and went through what had happened. Namrata and me, wrote two harmless words and one exclamation mark on a girl's bag and now.we were the most hated girls in our class. For some reason, I found this hilariously funny]



What do I generally do when i find something funny? I laugh. So in the middle of this solemn moment, I burst out laughing. Of course, this ruined the apology. When i looked at Namrata, you could practically see the fumes coming out of her ears. She yanked my arm and dragged me out of the area where we met up with Aishwarya.



" You started LAUGHING in middle of the APOLOGY????" she screamed. She hadn't even started. Aishwarya burst out laughing when she heard of what happened with the apology but quickly started consoling us when she saw our murderous glares. This, of course, did nothing to help our reputation in class.



I still found this situation extremely funny. But when i got home, i started feeling a tad bit guilty (About time). I hurt someone and then burst out laughing while apologizing. That was not a nice thing to do. So i sat down and wrote this bee-yoo-tiful apology letter for whats-her-name. Namrata rolled her eyes when she saw it but eventually signed it too.

So mission for tomorrow: Apologize. Without laughing.



The next day, we slipped the letter in her bag. (The 'KICK ME!' sign was off. Surprise, surprise.)

She read the letter and things actually improved between us. Sure, we hated each others guts, but not that openly anymore. After this incident, I never thought that whats-her-name and me could ever be friends. Not in a million years. Not in a trillion years. But eventually, she started to despise Miss Flirt-a-lot and Miss Snob (Gee, I wonder why) and guess what? It took a year, but now we are the best of friends. Now it's hard to believe that there was a moment where i couldn't stand even looking at her face. Weird how things turn out, huh?

Woes of Women

For aeons, men have dominated the face of Mother Earth. They consider themselves the rulers of her. But that's not why I'm writing this article. I'm writing this to tell you about how women have been shunned while the world we live in has become a Man's world.

In The Da Vinci Code, a well researched book, Dan Brown mentions that through the centuries, men started to neglect women. They started to consider her unholy, when earlier, she was considered the spiritual part of the species of Homo sapiens. The Catholic church decided that free-thinking women were witches on Earth. To eradicate these women, they burnt an astounding 5 million women. Yes, 5 million. And why? Because women used their scientific knowledge to ease the pain of childbirth?which was apparently a deserved punishment because Eve got dibs on the Apple of Knowledge? No. It's because men were afraid. They knew, if these free-thinking women were released from their lashes, they could dominate the world.

I'm not pointing fingers at anyone. All I'm saying it look at the facts. Ignoring the biological truth about women being able to give birth, Man, is said to be The Creator. How can people be so incredibly blind? It is a clear fact that women, ONLY women can create life.

The worst part is that traces of this sexist behaviour can be observed even in today's world. In a developing nation like India, women are burnt because their spouse learnt that there's a female inside her womb. How can people possibly be so heartless? Even worse, are women who encourage this behaviour, the ones who are ashamed to be one.


But now, with the new generation, women are not listening to it anymore. They are standing up for themselves. They are dominating every field and yet I dont see any free-thinking men being burnt up. With feminists like Sudha Murthy and Shobha De` and thousands of other ignited souls, women are finally returning to their rightful place in society.

Book Talk

I’m a complete bookaholic and I’m a HUGE fan of fantasy fiction and science fiction. These are some of the books I’ve read recently which have made me go ‘WOW!’-

The Game World Trilogy by Samit Basu
These are one of the best books I’ve ever read. They are not your normal everyday the-good-guy-saves-the-world-from-the-bad-guy books. According to me it is one of the most perfect books because it has adventure, a LOT of imagination which is all intertwined with TONS of humor and sarcasm. These books, Simoqin Prophecies, Manticore’s Secret and Unwaba Revelations mainly revolve around Kirin, Maya, Asvin, Amloki and Mantric. They are not your usual characters where one person is the good guy and one is the damsel in distress and the others are just the allies who are trying to save the world. No, each of them have their own personality which in their own way is weirdly hilarious. People randomly die and everyone gets over it in less than two seconds and start discussing what is for pudding. It totally weird so if you are a person who is all into very sensible books with logical endings: do not take it. For me these books were completely brilliant because they were very original with subtle spoofs and lots of suspense. So if your read is something which filled with humor but still has a lot dramatic action: get your hands on them ASAP!!

No Guns at My Son’s Funeral by Paro Anand
This book is actually one of the more serious ones I’ve read. It is about a normal boy living in Kashmir who is brain-washed by a couple of militants. The story revolves around how he believes that he’s working for ‘a cause’ but he is actually working for the sadistic pleasure of the chief of their group, Akram. It one of those books which you have to put down after you read it and then sit and think about it. It is very touching and makes you think about how far a person can go just to prove a point or to gain power or just for their own brutal satisfaction. It is one of those MUST read books.

Love Story by Erich Segal
It is not your typical story. Sure, the boy meets girl- they are from two opposite worlds. Oliver Barrett, a preppie Ivy League lawyer, and Jennifer Cavilleri, a seemingly nerdish music major. The cover might not appeal to you, the book might be about 150 odd pages but the story is simple, heartening, touching and yet very tragic. Its one of the best love story ever written and I absolutely loved it.

Maths- The Real Villain

It's such a catastrophe

From algebra, arithematic to geometry.

Tell me, who really cares

about parallelograms, triangles and squares??

I'm sorry, but i find it completely pointless

to make mistakes which are totally careless.

It's agonizing,
It's hysterical,
It's boring,
It's logical.

To understand maths is truly impossible.

And for those who do, it's an achievement which is applaudable.

How much ever i try,

I just CANT multiply.

During lessons in school, I'm left completely blank,

I'm pretty sure that I've earned the last rank.

But as long as I'm in school, I guess I'll have to interpret,

what the sum means, bit by bit.

Books and Movies- My true teachers

Movies and Books have taught me a number of things that school could never have imagined. Here are some of the most important lessons they’ve taught me:

1. If you gamble and win a ticket on a huge cruise ship- Don’t take it. Do NOT take it. Unless you want to be wound up in an incredibly romantic love story but in the end you anyway end up dead. Poor Jack from Titanic. He never had a chance to think before he got on board the ship.

2. Most old men with long white beards are completely loopy.
Example one: Merlin. Who knew that this dude was completely wacko. But trust me, he was. This dude had completely radical ideas. Lots of people had problems with his ideas and so he died a very painful death. Musta hurt.
Example two: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. This is another completely crazy guy. Apart from his definition of ‘a few words’ being ‘Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!’, he enjoyed making the simplest of things into something long, complicated and extremely hard for someone to decipher.
But that’s what old men with long white beards do: they act wacky!

3. If you are wondering, never walk into a room in a hotel which is full of women. So
I learnt from The Witches by Roald Dahl. The room might just consist of the worlds most evil witches who want to turn all children into mice. So in case you are in a hotel and see a bunch of women who’ve arrived for a very important meeting, always be on the look out. They might just want to turn you into mice.

4. The Game World Trilogy by Samit Basu has taught me one of the most important
lessons in my life. I’m not even joking. Villains aren’t all that evil. It’s all just the way you look at it. Perspective, that’s what it is.

5. From Kuch Kuch Hota Hai I have learnt that it is always helpful to keep your
Best friend’s E-mail ID. Or at least he/she’s phone no. You might just find out that after your husband or wife dies that they are your true love after all.

6. Over the Hedge taught me that it is always helpful to keep a storage of junk food
in your house, how much ever your mom might protest.

7. Sholay is one of my favorite movies of all time. One of the reasons is because it
taught me a number of very important lessons:
a. If you don’t want your best friend to die, it might be a good idea to check whether he or she has a coin in which both the sides are the same.
b. Women make great horse riders.
c. Never laugh at your boss’s jokes. He might find it offensive and kill you.
d. It’s not that hard getting out of jail. So by some misfortune you get in, chill. Don’t stress. It doesn’t a lot to get out.
e. Holi which is otherwise a fun festival can end in a catastrophic disaster.

8. If the President of America is jumping of an emergency chute when the Air Force One is hijacked, it might be a good idea to check if he’s actually got into the chute. He might just decide that he wants to be the heroic one and save all the other people on the flight.

Teachers

Follow their autocratic rule,
there’s no other way in school.
They teach you stuff
and rarely make you laugh.
All they ask of you,
is to follow their words without opposition.
All you can do is follow their constitution.

They teach you life skills
but in the process it kills,
the student’s enthusiasm and happiness
And leaves them completely helpless.

Then one day it struck me
that teachers care deeply
of whether in life, their students succeed or fail
or care to talk to them or send a mail.

Then I accepted that teachers have feelings,
Maybe, just maybe, they like laughing
And that they are actually human, like you and me
And one day, from the students, they would like to be set free.

Inhuman Inferno

Note: This is one of the more deep articles that I've written. It is about something which upset me and I felt that everyone deserves to know of it.



13 August 2008.
During the peaceful extra-curricular activities in the morning, all the students of class eight and nine heard traumatic barks and cries for help. Everyone was stunned by these pleas for help. Students rushed out to see what was causing these atrocious screeches. All of us were thunderstruck when we saw that in today’s world, a dog which was stuck in a school pantry was practically being beaten to death by a member of the school helpers.

A member of the school staff claims that he was simply trying to 'scare' the poor creature. Though there were others who saw the dog being beaten and saw its teeth strewn all over the ground, He did not accept what he did. It was clear from the fact that the dog's teeth were on the ground and the blood around the pantry that it was tortured and tormented.
When the dog's barking finally stopped, the staff member walked away and a group of students gathered around the unconscious dog. Most of us had tears in our eyes.

It’s hard to believe that a human could even think of beating up a poor creature. But it’s true. I saw it. And trust me, it’s not pretty. I'm no one to tell you to stop torturing animals or to stop someone from torturing them. But I am going to ask you to think about it. A Human Being, just like you and me, chose to beat up a helpless dog, who did not have anywhere else to go to take shelter

A Normal Day at School ( from the views of a student)

The first thing about school is that none of the days come under the category ‘normal’. Each day is unique. It is like a roller-coaster ride filled with joy, surprises, excitement, crushing disappointments and occasional patches where nothing happens. All you can do is admire the scenery.

The day starts with trying to get to the assembly hall, trying to get there before the bell rings. Getting to the hall can be an adventure on its own- the pushing, pulling and the bustling. All you can hope is to get through the crowd. If by some misfortune you find yourself outside after ‘The Death Bell’ rings, all it spells is doom.

Then comes all the classes, which can be quite a load. Homework, assignments, tests and exams- the pressure’s on! It is like a whole different world where teachers are the autocratic rulers. Next stop- Break! All students look at the clock ticking away and look forward to this beautiful half an hour where everyone is free from all work. It’s the only time in the day that you actually get to talk to your friends other than the times you try to sneak under the teacher’s nose. Before you know it, break’s over. You are back to your monotonous classes where you are staring at you open textbooks trying to get something registered on the soft tissue of your brain.
The clocks keep ticking and finally, FINALLY, the bell rings and school’s over.

During this rollercoaster, you will find that your friends are your seatbelts. They help you get through your day even if it was your worst one. So hold on people! This is one loooong ride!

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