Long time no see

I'm guessing that everyone's really really busy with their college stuff, cuz all blogs have been static for a month. Or maybe we're too lazy....

Anyway, I am wondering what everyone is doing with their lives so it would be nice if someone would tell me!!!!

I'm lazy too, so i'll write again later.

Cya!

The Weird Trio at Work

I guess it’s about time I continued with my account about the weird trio. So what did we really do? Not much really. Just stuff that any normal human being would be way too embarrassed to do in public. For example, we would sing in the worst way possible (once we were actually asked by a junior kid if we were anti-choir), or dance, or advertise Mr. Magician’s strip shows. Some of my worst memories would be sponge fights and spit fights between Mr. Magician and Miss. Reddy with me sitting between them. No points for guessing who brought home a shirt stuffed with sponge or who got the wettest with, yuck, spit. I guess the best part about us was that we didn’t really care what people thought about us as long as we liked each other. That was all that mattered.
Now that I come to think of it, I can’t really count a lot of separate incidents about what we did. It’s just that each and everyday in the bus was absolutely loads of fun, and if you spend two hours a day laughing, then it pretty much makes you day.
The three of us loved making fun of each other too. What with Ms. Reddy being a poor baby and having a boo boo, or Mr. Magician turning into a total majnoo. (Don’t read on expecting to find stuff I was teased about, I’m not stupid enough to actually write that!) But we were there for each other when times were bad too. Seeing that I’m getting into a slightly senti mood, I would like to take this rare opportunity to thank these two friends for being there when I was feeling low and always trying their best to make me feel better, even if their attempts made me feel worse.
But of course, all good things have to come to an end. No, I’m not talking about my unusual senti mood, I meant the weird trio. Mr. Magician, by virtue of being the oldest among us, was the first to pass out, and leave the trio. As a parting message to him, I would like to say, best of luck with Lalita…..
Still to come:
The weird Duo
The Weirdo

Practical Application

I’m sorry that I’m putting up stuff by other people, but I’m a little busy. Don’t worry, I’ll be a back in two weeks time…so beware! Anyway, till then, this is a cute poem. Milo…even you can’t hate it!

Practical Application
He’s teaching her arithmetic,
He said it was his mission,
He kissed her once, he kissed her twice, and said,
"Now that’s addition."
And as he added smack by smack,
In silent satisfaction,
She sweetly gave the kisses back and said,
"Now that’s subtraction."
Then he kissed her, she kissed him,
Without an explanation,
And both together smiled and said,
"That’s multiplication."
Then Dad appeared upon the scene and,
Made a quick decision,
He kicked that kid three blocks away,
And said, "That’s long division!"

By:
Dan Clark

Why Girls like Guys

I'm sure that most people have already read this somewhere or the other, but I think it's really cute. Ithought I'd put it up. Tell me if you agree with it or if you have your own thing to add...

Why Girls Like Guys
1. The way they always wear their favorite cologne (which happens to be the one that you bought them for their birthday)
2. The way the run their hands through out hair
3. The way that they look at you and you want to die right then and there
4. The way that they casually put their arms around you
5. The way that they kiss away your tears
6. ...and the way that they then get mad at how they can't make your problem go away
7. The way they show off around their friends, even though you both know that you would love them even if they missed a basket or two
8. How there eyes light up at the result of 3 hours of preparing for your date
9. How they always know just what to say to make you blush
10. How they sometimes think that they know just what to say to make you feel better, even if you think that it is the worst thing that they could say
11. The way they hold you close when you are cold 1
2. How they look at you when your mad at them and all your anger melts away
13. How they always smile when you are together
14. The way that they always let you win any game that you play together
15. ... and then when you point that out to them they pretend to not know what you are talking about
16. The way that they smile at you
17. The way that you feel when they call to apologize after you had a big fight
18. The way that they say I love you
19. The way that they say I love you in front of their friends
20. The way that they touch and hold you so gently, like they are afraid that they will break you 21. The way that they kiss you 22. The way that they open their arms to you when you are crying 23. The way that they never admit that you hurt them 24. The way that they try not to cry when they are afraid that they are losing you 25. The way that they think that they are your big protector, even though you think that you are theirs
26. The way that they say I miss
you, even though they hate to admit it
27. The way that you miss everything about them when they are gone
28. The way that they remember your special moments, or aniversaries when you think that they forgot
29. The way that they apologize when they do forget 30. The way that they comfort you when you have a bad day
31. The way that you can't wait to get home and tell them all about your day
32. The way that they write you love letters even if they think that it is uncool
33. How they would rather be with you then their friends sometime
34. How you want to hug them even th
ough they are all sweaty
35. Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without a trace of sound, you know that your own life is inevitabley comsumed within the rhythimic beatings of his heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing a feeling, that is only felt.

Why Girls like Guys

I'm sure that most people have already read this somewhere or the other, but I think it's really cute. Ithought I'd put it up. Tell me if you agree with it or if you have your own thing to add...

Why Girls Like Guys
1. The way they always wear their favorite cologne (which happens to be the one that you bought them for their birthday)
2. The way the run their hands through out hair
3. The way that they look at you and you want to die right then and there
4. The way that they casually put their arms around you
5. The way that they kiss away your tears
6. ...and the way that they then get mad at how they can't make your problem go away
7. The way they show off around their friends, even though you both know that you would love them even if they missed a basket or two
8. How there eyes light up at the result of 3 hours of preparing for your date
9. How they always know just what to say to make you blush
10. How they sometimes think that they know just what to say to make you feel better, even if you think that it is the worst thing that they could say
11. The way they hold you close when you are cold 1
2. How they look at you when your mad at them and all your anger melts away
13. How they always smile when you are together
14. The way that they always let you win any game that you play together
15. ... and then when you point that out to them they pretend to not know what you are talking about
16. The way that they smile at you
17. The way that you feel when they call to apologize after you had a big fight
18. The way that they say I love you
19. The way that they say I love you in front of their friends
20. The way that they touch and hold you so gently, like they are afraid that they will break you 21. The way that they kiss you 22. The way that they open their arms to you when you are crying 23. The way that they never admit that you hurt them 24. The way that they try not to cry when they are afraid that they are losing you 25. The way that they think that they are your big protector, even though you think that you are theirs
26. The way that they say I miss
you, even though they hate to admit it
27. The way that you miss everything about them when they are gone
28. The way that they remember your special moments, or aniversaries when you think that they forgot
29. The way that they apologize when they do forget 30. The way that they comfort you when you have a bad day
31. The way that you can't wait to get home and tell them all about your day
32. The way that they write you love letters even if they think that it is uncool
33. How they would rather be with you then their friends sometime
34. How you want to hug them even th
ough they are all sweaty
35. Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without a trace of sound, you know that your own life is inevitabley comsumed within the rhythimic beatings of his heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing a feeling, that is only felt.

Lesson Learnt

WARNING!! THE FOLLOWING BLOG IS LONG. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. I WILL NOT BE PAYING FOR ANY ASPIRINS!

Mum grunted as I pulled her out of bed at 4:30 in the morning. She just could not understand my excitement and nervousness over doing something she did everyday. As it turned out, we needed every bit of the next one and a half hour to wrap the never-ending cloth around me. There were problems unlimited – due to my being tall, the sari had to be tucked in just the right length, so that it doesn’t become short, ("No high heels!" my mother warned, admiring her work of art at finally tucking in the cloth without my ankles showing). On top of that we had the usual arguments of where the sari should start, mum wanting it like hers, me going in for a more Britney Spears look and making sure it was way below my belly button. 60 minutes and several hundred arguments later (including scolding me for the fact that I just don’t wear any jewellery) I was finally ready. As it turned out, that was the easiest thing I did all day.

Somehow, after a lot of tumbling over my own sari and screaming at every kid in the bus who came anywhere near me, I finally reached school. And that’s when it really hit me – I was a teacher for the day. My juniors, who were my friends till yesterday, were my students today, and would go to any end to make my life miserable. I grimaced at the memories of the hard times we had given our seniors on the previous teachers days. And the knowledge that I was the bakra for the day, didn’t make me feel any better.

The day began with the assembly, where neither the students nor the student teachers actually listened to anything (this obviously does not include Bax, Nima and a few others, who somehow manage to stay awake during these things). First half of the function we spent looking at all the other student teachers and commenting on how pretty or more often, how ‘eewwweey’ some people were looking. Of course, our teachers were doing the very same thing, and when we went to five our flowers to them, some even commented on our appearances. But the one thing that amused me a little was this look in all of their eyes, a look that I just could not place. Was it happiness, or relief, or simply amusement? I had no idea.

And then the first bell rang and all of us hurried (as much as we could, without falling with ten bed sheets wrapped around us!) to our classes. Me? Well I didn’t have any classes till the end of the day, so I just roamed around with friends, took photographs and enjoyed myself. There were of course lively incidents like taking snaps in Bose’s office, or eating frozen Frooti, and of course trying to figure out how to tie back Mansi’s sari after it got open from the wrong end. The didi from the kitchen helped us out and Mansi ended up having a sari which was 5 inches too short. So we spent another fifteen minutes trying to figure out how to untie it and then tie it back again!

Then at last, the dreaded moment came. I had a double period with the commerce section, easily classified as the most notorious section of that batch. I knew that teaching them economics wasn’t going to be an easy task. Needless to say, I really didn’t get anything done in that hour. The fact that the teacher gave me the wrong syllabus didn’t really help. So we just ended up chatting. Somehow the final bell for the day rang, and I daresay that I ran out faster from that classroom than any of the kids!

The day had finally ended, and here were the results of me and my friends – we were dead tired, our sandals were hurting us like crazy, our saris were at all levels, and we just didn’t care! I suddenly had a newfound respect for all my teachers. I looked at them admiringly as they came back into the school, and I saw that expression on their faces again. Only, this time I realized what it said, "Gotcha!"

Bubbly

I'm really busy nowadays, and barely find time to check my mail. So sadly, I will not be blogging for a while. Of course this is good news for some.....
Cya
Wish me best of luck for the zillion exams I'm giving..

..Hmmm....

After giving quite a few people a headache with my last blog, i thought I'd write a short one. So here it is, my first poem...

My Family

My father is an engineer but he cant make an engine

My mother is a teacher but she cant spell penguin

My sister is fourteen but she cries like a kid

I think I'm the only one who acts truly big!

I was 7 when I wrote this....

Gone with the Wind

I know, I know, that sounds bloody boring but I’m sorry, I’m actually obsessed with the book. I thought it would be boring, but it’s the first book I’ve read that has so much Gal Power based in a time when women were pretty much worse than the show pieces on the mantle piece. Of course another book that comes to mind it Pride and Prejudice, which I’m pretty sure was nothing near the movie Bride and Prejudice (though I haven’t actually seen it), but according to me was a bore nonetheless. I know that by saying that, I probably just turned about a million people against me (yeah right! As if a million will ever read this blog), but it was one of the most degrading books I have ever read. The entire purpose for a girl in her life was to look pretty so that she can find a beau, I mean, puh-lease! Sure Elisabeth Bennet was different from the rest, but she ended up doing the same, only after stupidly predictable events which pretty much reminded me of our average Hindi movie story. Liz and Darcy meet, hate each other, Darcy then falls in love, proposes, Liz says no, of course later falls in love, Darcy says no, and eventually both fall in love with each other at the same time, finally. Oh, and all this while, Liz’s sisters are getting married or blushing and fluttering their eyelids. Bah!

So, why am I in love with Gone with the wind, which is four times thicker than P & P and sounds even more boring? Because this book revolves around a pretty little girl who is so evil and manipulative, she could put the wildest cheerleader of your usual English high school movie to shame. Scarlett. Just the name somehow, shows her character. She’s the prettiest little thing in town, and actually enjoys fluttering her eyelids and flirting more than anything else. She has a long list of handsome men who want to ask for her hand, but of course, being the spoilt brat that she is, falls for the one guy Ashley, who as per his family tradition, marries his cousin Melanie. Now Scarlett thinks that Ashley betrayed her and he’s her true love, throws a huge tantrum, and when that doesn’t work, marries Melanie’s brother, a stuttering fool who couldn’t believe his luck at getting Scarlett. Of course she regrets her decision but there isn’t much she can do then. That’s when Yankees start the war against Southerners and her entire life changes. All the men are called away for the war, and her hubby dearest, falls sick even before reaching the war front and dies, leaving her with a son who she simply detests, because she didn’t love his father.
So now our seventeen year old widow is left all alone, crying, not because her husband died, but because she has to wear black and cant wear any of her old fancy colourful dresses. Of course while all this is happening, we have guest appearances of amchi hero, Rhett Buttler, who has more money than one could ever imagine, and has been shunned by society for taking a walk with a girl without a chaperone and not returning until after dark, and then refusing to marry her. Now Rhett is suave villain, one who could easily put the legendary James Bond to shame. Scarlett of course hates him, and Rhett at first isn’t too fond of her. But he’s attracted to her because he sees right through her pretty little face and admires her for her gumption and ambitions.

And so continues the story, throughout the war time. Most of Scarletts beaus die in the war, including her mother, and her father goes crazy and ends up dead too after sometime. So Scarlett pulls up her sleeves and gets to work on her burnt farm, something she had never done before. The amount of courage shown by this girl in the book is what got me hooked. And also her will to do whatever it took, however mean it might be. Ashley becomes a prisoner of war leaving her to look after Melanie, who is the purest little thing ever and who Scarlett detests with all her heart. The book proceeds with amazing speed after the first hundred pages, and has beautiful descriptions especially the famous "Burning of Atlanta" scene which also became famous because of the movie (which by the way is one of the longest movies ever made and got loads of Oscars). The selfishness and meanness of Scarlett is breathtaking, if I may take the liberty of calling it so. By the end of the book her name is Scarlett o’ Harra Hamilton Henry Buttler, simply because she married so many times, and not even one of those time because of love.

The ending is amazing, unlike anything I would’ve expected or have ever seen before, growing up in a country where all love stories’ endings are governed by the laws of Bollywood and are pretty clichéd. Maybe it is the ending that made me love the book so much, even though it sent me into a huge depression and a frantic search for "Scarlett", which is the second part. If you’ve actually gotten so far reading this humongous thing I just wrote, there are chances you might want to know the ending, so just ask me.

The sequel, "Scarlett" is not by the same author, even though it took several years to decide who should be honored with the task of writing it. There are some people who didn’t like it, because Scarlett seems to have mellowed down and isn’t as mean as before, and also because the original author had not wanted a sequel, and had wished the story to end in the drastic way it did. I agree with them. But if you really do want to continue following up on whether Scarlett did manage to do the thing that she claims on the last page that she’ll do even if it was the last thing she ever did, do read the next part.

Sorry for bumming anyone who did read the entire blog, but I just felt like writing about my favourite novel. Next time, I’ll give a warning, promise.

Freedom (??????)

Finally.......finally.........finally the boards are over. Not a very nice experience, and frankly I wouldnt go through them again if you paid me a thousend dollars!!! well, maybe a million....

Neway, my 1 and a half day of fun are almost over now.....so life is going to get pretty much as boring as before pretty soon. But now I get to listen to music and complete my school life story. My initial plan also included having a nice fun fling before college, but I'm not sure how thats gonna work out. I'll keep posting stupid blogs of course.

Cya!!!

The End of an Era

It was finally here - the day i had both been looking forward to and regretting for a long time. Till now, I just couldn't believe it, school couldnt possibly be over. I mean, I just walked into school yesterday!! I still remember thinking of it as the biggest place in the world, getting lost on my first day, yet still loving this absolutely wonderful school.

Over the years, I've come to hate this school as and institution more than anything, but still loved getting up each day and meeting my friends. I guess sometimes the fact that the school just didn't care about us actually worked to our advantage, giving us a lot more freedom than we sometimes deserved.

I seem to have spent my entire lifetime in this school. I have made the most amazing friends, and sometimes the worst, i have made the best decisions of my life, and aalso the worst. But most of all, I've made mistakes and learnt from them, and grown amazingly in that process. (And here I'm not talking about my height!!!!)

I have loved my school life, and now I'm scared to leave it behind. How can I step out into a world where I just don't know what's going to happen to me? Where there won't be a report card at the end of the year stating the simple words - "Promoted to next class" whose importance I never realized until now when there is no next class to be promoted to?

And there's one more thing I'm scared about. I know I'll be one of those kids who'll never be remembered the moment I leave the school boundary, but I don't mind that. You can't expect each and every child in a batch of 180 kids to impact the school. But did I actually make an impact in my friends lives?? Will they remember me ten years from now, the way I probably will remember them? Or was I just a girl who they hung out with simply because I was there for their entertainment, or that I was there to do the talking when they didn't want to open their mouths?? That's what really scares me...

But whatever I might have done, there were countless people who have left imprints in my life. Well after the farewell and citation ceremony, i was in the most nostalgic of all moods, and I did the only thing that makes me feel better (No I didn't talk!!) - I wrote. Sso now I've started writing about my entire school life and the people I have shared it with. It's not an interesting story or anything, just something to remember all my friends by. So if you think that you've played a significant role in my life, then you're sure to be mentioned. Order for a copy of that portion today!!! Limited stocks available!!!

As you can see, I am in a better mood right now. I guess it's just that i realized that life goes on, and it does so for the best. I will stay in touch with the people that matter, and will enjoy my uncertain life to the fullest. And most of all, I will continue to do the one thing I have always been famous for - talk!!! So keep those aspirins handy!!!

Life in General

It's wierd how many things can happen in just a few weeks, or how few. the last few weeks have been extremely boring, of course the credit of that goes to the facte that I just gave my pre-boards. And they were worse than any horror story I have ever read. But anyway, now I'm just glad that they're over and I can look forward to (yeah right!) my BOARDS.
But for some reason, I've just got this nice feeling about life right now. I cannot imagine why, specially since I barely have a life right now, but I just do. Things were just going awfully wrong over the last month, I mean, my friends are still calling me a bitch though that is now becoming old news, my mother is doing her best to ruin any plan I make for having even a bit of fun, and some people are just mastering the art of irritating people while at the same time flunking the art of "knowing when to stop". But somehow, I just dont care anymore. I'm just in a good mood, until I get my results of course.
Now, I had started my blog thinking I'll write a lot, but of course the Delhi Electricity Board just wont allow it, so before my UPS starts screeching any more, I guess I'll sign off. And this is just another one of those things which are going awfully wrong. but I'm still really happy!

Dont bother, I'll find myself a therapist.

Luv
Shreya