..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

Clicks, Kisses and aieeeeeeeee

On second thought, I've decided to not write about the heading I just typed. It just happens to be another one of those embarassing things that mysteriously happen a lot to the likes of me. Just something to feel humiliated about for a day and then forget about (like I have a choice).

"Aieeeeeeeeeeee" is practically what I said after looking giving a mock AIEEE test. Bloody difficult and absolutely no time to finish. And of course the questions I did finish were wrong, resulting in more negative marks than positive. Just another test to prove tham I'm a duphus. (I dont think that's a real word but it just seemed perfect to describe me at the moment.

If things couldn't be worse, well they are. I have been called a bitch a zillion times in the last two weeks, thats more than in my entire life, and that too by my best friends!! I know what I did might have seemed mean and bitchy, but there are reasons behind everything, and they were well aware of the reasons, and if they actually think about it, they'd know that I was right. The thing is, I knew that I would called a bitch at first, and I was okay with it. But there's a limit to everything. Afterall, they are my friends, and at the end of the day, I expect them to be on my side and support my decisions. And this most of them failed to do.

Anyway, pre-boards are on my head now, so I guess I'll take a break from blogging and write again later.

Hopefully in a better state.

The Weird Trio

It’s weird how the most unexpected people turn out to be the people you care about the most. Take for example, the people in my bus. Each and every person in it is totally unique. You find people of all ages, colour, size and nature. We have the popular kids, the talkative kids (no points for guessing who that title goes to!), the geeks, the nice neutral kids (you know, the ones who are always present during the fights but are mysteriously never involved in them…), and of course, we had the weird trio.
Of course, to understand the extent of weirdness of the weird trio I must take you through the weird history of this particular weird group. As you can see, I’m using the word ‘weird’ a lot. I looked up the thesaurus to try and make this passage less monotonous, but none of the ten words offered were anywhere near describing us. There’s only one word for us, yup, you guessed it, weird.
The oldest member of the group was a certain irritating boy called, let’s say, Mr. Magician (names have been changed to prevent me from being sued). I don’t know what his problem was, but he found great joy in troubling me and a friend of mine. Now that I think about it, I think I got my hair cut short because of him, I was just so sick of my rubber band being pulled off. This was one guy I hated, simply because he loved making my life miserable. But of course there finally came payback time, and I found something to trouble and tease him about. I screamed stuff out in the bus, loudly, over and over, until his face was totally red, and he started staring out of the window. You know how they call it ‘sweet revenge’? hoggumping crap!!! That’s when I realized that this guy had just started hating me. And then I fell in love with him. Why? Because I’m me. I like guys who never like me, and I do stupid stuff like particularly choosing the ones who at the moment hate me, and at most times the feeling is bloody mutual. Confused??? Welcome to my twisted and confusing life. But over the next year, we actually started talking, and I realized that the monster I was in love with was actually almost a human being. And that’s how our friendship started.
Member no.2 was a certain Ms. Reddy (all pun intended). Now she thought I was a total freak, and well, I’ve been known to have called her stuff like fish-face behind her back. But we were on nice hi-bye terms. We were actually decent friends. But that didn’t change the fact that she thought of me as a freak. I don’t really blame her as I used to start singing and dancing in the middle of the bus, and she used to get utterly embarrassed. But all that was about to change drastically. You see, the only reason that I didn’t mind doing the weird stuff I did was because I’d finally stopped caring about what people thought about me. Let us call that the condition of being ‘floopy’. This is caused due to certain flooping. Don’t try to figure out what im trying to say, because, well, you won’t be able to figure it out. I was flooped at the time, and that made me happy and carefree. Ms. Reddy totally disagreed with my shameful behavior, until she too, got flooped. And that was the beginning of the making of the biggest weirdo that this earth has ever seen, and if God is kind, will ever see.
Ms. Reddy didn’t approve of my friendship with Mr. Magician, she thought I was silly and chipkoo, until one day, when she got to sit with him. I never heard the end of her praise of Mr. Magician then. Suddenly he had become this nice guy who she thoroughly approved of and encouraged our friendship. In only a few months, the three of us became best friends. And then it happened. Mr. Magician got flooped.

The weird trio had been established.

Look out for more on the weirdness of the weird trio, coming up next week.

NOTE: No weirdoes were harmed during the writing of the above blog.

TEAMWORK

Q. What’s worse than having your mother or your sister screaming at you?
A. Having your mother and your sister screaming at you.
It is soooo infuriating. There are just these times when they seem to decide to team up against me. So anything that I possibly say or do has to be wrong and has got to be oh so rude. I say something to mum, and sis will scream at me for being rude and impudent. Say something to sis and of course, there’s mum, shouting at me for showing no respect to my elder sibling. Talk to them in normal tones, and that’s what works all the time. Yeah right! In a perfect world maybe. And this world is just as far from perfect as is possible. In a perfect world everything would be equally divided. I know the first thing that comes to your mind is the inequality in the distribution of wealth. But, hey people, this is my blog, and hullo, it has to be about me! I’m talking about the distribution between me and my sis. She’s the elder one, so there are, of course, no hand-me-downs for her. She has new clothes for her extremely pretty face, a sweet voice and a smile that charms and melts people into the ground. And though she’s fatter than me, being taller, that doesn’t show. Come on God, at least she could have been fat!!! I am on the other hand, not that greatly blessed in the looks section, shorter and hence look fatter, have a voice which changes every two days (it has been known to be described as a squeaky yet low voice, if that was possible) and lastly I hate being falsely nice to people. I just can’t pretend to like a person and then bitch about the person behind his/her back. This of course has adverse effects on my popularity. It takes quite a bit of understanding on my friends part to get used to my truthfulness which often is mistaken for rudeness. So it is not difficult to guess which one of the siblings of our family is easier to like at first sight.
As if all that was not enough, since sis is now married and has gone away from the house, when she is back in the house, whatever she does has to be right. If there’s a fight, according to both the grannies it’s probably my fault. In a fight, her blows are conveniently looked over while a little slap from me is quickly reprimanded. And to top it all, there are times like today when I get to hear my mum and my sis angry at me. Perfect little world my bloody yet extremely huge (size8) foot!
Now I know that I haven’t been fair in whatever I’ve written above. After all, it’s not my sis’s fault if she was born extra pretty or if people tend to like her more. (her fake sweetness though, I’ll never forgive!) and of course, when my mum is angry at me there are quite a few chances that I might have done something wrong. Of course, there are also quite a few chances that she’s just bugged with someone else and is taking it out on me. But the thing to be understood here is that I’m in 12th standard, with the pressure of boards and college on my head and I need a way to vent out all my frustrations. I figured the best way to do so is to write, and in my writing I have the right to be mean and say whatever I want to. Even though I know, that I will probably not post this, and if I do I’ll take it down pretty soon. Cause deep down, I know I just said stuff about people who mean more to me than anyone else, people with whom I’ll always fight, people with whom I can’t stay angry for long, people who I love.

The unexpected

There are only two events which I look forward to the entire year. The school b'day and the fete. This year, being our last, was even more special. the wierd part about these functions are that the unexpected just about always happens. On the fete, for example, people who I had been expecting to spend the day with and have fun with were barely even there while I ended up spending the entire day with people I was pretty sure I could not endure the entire day (and vice versa, I'm pretty sure, I ain't that easy to be with). and the best part is, I actually enjoyed myself more with them. Now whether that was due to the fact that I was hell bent on enjoying myself, or whether a particular moody person was in a surprisingly good mood, i don't know. Either way, yesterday was fun, even though it led to today - which is the day for ppl to get serious n start studyin....(or so most people's mums think)

The Human Story Machine

I’ve always been fascinated by novels and stories. After all, they take you into this magical land where everything is perfect and oh so amazing. So I wondered, wouldn’t it be amazing if I could create my own magical land, where the characters are of my choice and they do what I want them to do? With this idea in mind, I wrote my first so called "novel" when I was in 7th standard. I proudly showed my novel, entitled "Adventure Land" to my mom. I’m guessing that either she had great expectations from me as a writer (cuz she’s good at it) or that I’d been bragging about my writing a lot, because she was extremely disappointed with me. She tried her best to motivate me, and told me in her kindest words that Adventure Land should have been actually called "Garbage Land" because it was a total piece of trash.

My amazing writing skills were hence buried in the landfill, for a few years, while I concentrated on other hobbies. In 9th however, I was forced to write for a competition in an hours time (under the threat of being failed in English if I didn’t) and submitted it without even making mummy read it. And lo and behold…the story actually won a prize! My mother was skeptical for a little while, she was sure I had copied it from somewhere. But once I convinced her that it was quite original, she actually – hold your breath, here it comes – praised me!!!

Dan Hurley is commonly known as the Human Story Machine. You give him a topic, and he spits out a story, in 60 seconds!!! He’s written thousands of stories by now, and he still hasn’t stopped. Inspired, I tried writing a split second story, obviously with disastrous results. Not only did I not manage to write it in a minute, it wasn’t really even a story. By the way, the character has been slightly inspired from someone I know, hopefully he won’t mind. However, I shall not cease to try. I decided I’ll post my first story. Comments are welcome.

Xander
Everybody knew Xander, and of course everybody liked Xander. How could one not like him? After all, he was just the perfect person. Okay, he could be rude at times, but that was in his nature, surely he was just joking. And look at the positive side, if one could get over the rude comments, one actually got the chance to hang out with Xander.
Who was Xander? Xander was this amazingly cool person, who was great at academics and any extra curricular activities he took up. Not without reason though, he worked hard to achieve his goals, and hard work is always fruitful. He was a favourite with teachers for competitions, and among fellow students for his great voice and talent at playing various instruments. Which girl would not like to go out with a lead guitarist with that amazing voice that every guy craved?
But Xander sighed as he looked at the people around him. There was only one word that came into his mind – fake. He hated fake people. Everybody around him, who he called his friends were fake. Of course he did not realize that they were trying to be more and more like him, he just saw them behaving as somebody they were not.
Obviously, being so popular, Xander had gone out with a few girls, but it had never worked out. In fact, he was going out with a girl right now, he actually liked her a lot, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. For all he knew, he’d probably end up as a sixty year old bachelor, no girl, no teeth, and no great voice.
What Xander doesn’t know is that when he’s 24, he will perform at a friend’s party and among the applauding crowd, he’ll notice a face, one he’d never seen before, but gave him the feeling he’d known it forever. That girl will be like no other girl he’d have met before, she won’t be fussy, she won’t be mean or catty, actually she might not even be pretty. But he will see her and notice her.
Now, I don’t know if they’ll actually be attracted to each other at that instant, my guess is that it’ll take time. They might not even like each other at first, but it’ll happen, and one day they’ll fall madly in love with each other. I do not have the liberty to predict any more details, but I can say one thing with confidence – Xander will not end up as a sixty-year-old bachelor.

The Gift

Since I have been inspired to start my blog today by a very special yet extremely rude friend of mine, I chose the blog's name from something he had once said. I have been known to have the Gift of Gab but according to him it should be called the curse of gab....then he went on to add that my friends are the ones who are cursed because they have to listen to my Gift of Gab....and this is where he went on to confuse everyone listening to him. so while people are still decidiing whether it is a gift or a curse I got the perfect name for my blog.

Anyway, I am of course an extremely self centred person, so my guess is that most of my blogs would consist of things revolving around ME. MY thoughts, MY friends, MY likes and dislikes, and of course MY gab.

Dont read this if it bores you, which it probably will, but do read on if you dont mind cheekiness, rudeness, confusedness (I dont think thats a word!), and basically non-sensical musings. I'm not sure if I'll actually be regular...but I'll sure as hell try. Lord only knows I have a lot to say at all times. but then I usually call up my rude but surprisingly patient friend and dump all my thoughts on him. Hopefully, my blogging will give him a bit of relief.

Cya!

Shreya