Sweet N Vicious

May 2007- October 2009

2009-10-15T22:53:00.000-07:00

May 2007. That was the last time anyone posted on this blog. Its been more than two years since the last time I wrote in this text box. More than two years, more than a dozen airplane trips, more than a couple expensive phone calls and more than a few life changing experiences for all of us.

I was 14 when we started this blog. Me and the four most important people in my life. At that point this was the highlight of our lives. I still remember the plans and the excitement of keeping a blog. This was our little world full of our little secrets. We were 5 naive yet vivacious young girls. 5 Best friends. We were the world to each other. I still remember spending the entire day in class and then coming back home and spending the entire day on the phone. Our after exam meet ups! Our going out for movies. (catwoman? locking that guy in the bathroom?) The camp! Eight grade! Me and Aarushi. The fights. Oh god the fights. Making a sweet little thing cry before her SSt pre-board. Poor radhika coming to our rescue. The stupid boys. A stupid boy. Our high and our lows, our mistakes and our periods of distance. But we always came back didn't we? For six years we were each others lives.

Its October 16 2009. We aren't 14 anymore. We are adults with lives. very busy and annoying and complicated and hectic lives. We're in college. In amazing colleges. With a seemingly bright future in front of us. And we've changed. I, for one have learnt to use punctuation and grammar while writing (I read some of my posts and they were appalling). Radhika has started wearing dresses. Akanksha is now a grown up. Aditi has broken out of her shell. Aarushi and me don't fight anymore. Lol.

Things have changed haven't they. I don't see you guys very often. I don't talk to you everyday. You have new friends. I have new friends. You guys have a different life. I have a different life. Everyone told us this would happen. That we'd move on. Which is true we have.

Yet something tells me things haven't changed completely. This last one week has been hard for me. Midterms (damn you college), exhaustion, the stupid flu and the stupid boys. I haven't been so frustrated in some time. And despite the distance you guys were there. Radhika spoke to me between her stupid schedule. I just had a 2 hour conversation with Akanksha. I swear after talking to you guys I felt sane, happier and like I was in eighth grade again.

I realized I didn't need to be close to you guys to have you with me. I could not talk to you for months and we will meet and things will be back to where they were. Addi, I know I hardly see you and that you're not near me but I swear every time I'm down I remember that look on your face of frustration telling me to relax. Aarushi I know I don't see you at ALL. But despite all the stupid stuff we did and our fights you were genuinely one of my closest friends and it meant a lot to me when you came for my birthday.

In short, I know despite the fact that we've moved on. We'll always be with each other. Thats because we're more than just friends, we're best friends.

I love you guys.

I Love....

2007-05-03T04:27:00.000-07:00

My Puppy:
for helping me survive the daily grind

You Tube:
By distracting me, it has prevented ETS being slapped with law suit for causing emotional trauma.

Dilbert:
:) For being him.

Lord of the Rings:
For letting me dream that evil ringy-men (or ETS) can be defeated.

Anna Karenina:
For letting me believe SAT is not the only way for life.

Chocolate Brownies:
For making me -- :D (any given second)

Apple iPhone:
coz its beauty makes ETS's cruelty seem pale.

My Sony Vaio:
For just being there... sniff

My Moto Razr v3i:
Self Explanatory: (if you get what i mean)

Note:-
I wasn't able to find an Anti-SAT club. Will try harder next time.
:P

PS. My friends too.. for listening to me whine. :D

2007-03-24T10:31:00.000-07:00

She climbs the long winding stairs, her one time enthusiasm gone. She still remembers the warm sunny days when she would return from school, prancing on those stairs, eager to reach the air conditioned room. A room full of possibilities, full of love, a room where the winds changed their course, where tradition was broken, into the arms of her daddy, yes her wonderful daddy. Yet the fresh, sweet winds have been replaced by a stale odor. That euphoria of happiness almost forgotten as if.. as if it never existed. She pants for breath as she reaches the last step. For just one second a feeling of anguish overcomes her. She can't move. She knows as she crosses this step, she'll be crossing over to another side; from her secure childhood to a painful adulthood.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a voice

"Didi."

She hurries over the last step and opens the door. A tender smile comes over her face as she hurries to help the maid.

She whispers, "Come mummy, back into the bed.".

A blank white face stares back at her.

She whispers again, "Come mummy, back into bed.".

Stony eyes follow the direction of her finger.

"Back into bed." the fragile doll repeats.

And they shift the fragile unknowing doll back into bed.

And its done. She has finally crossed.

2007-03-17T11:17:00.000-07:00

What i will always remember about China (and also miss)

the making up our own chinese language. and babbling it in front of the chinese. Who just thought we were speaking "indian"
the losing something every second
the Sneaking into the boys room at 11 pm.. and staying there till 2
the speaking in hindi to annoy the chings
the 100% efficiency
The 101 videos and picture sessions
the pillow fights at 1 am
the making maggi in electric kettles at 1 am
teh penguin walk!!
the morning scene of << mini:guys wats the time?... aanya and shubhi (still asleep): who cares... mini:its 7 05!!! ..aanya and shubhi: SHIT!! we have to be downstairs at 7 15>>
the brushing together in overflowing basins
the Playing confessions and videographing them!
the falling asleep on each others shoulders
the group bargaining
the Rappie
the tears at seeing burgers.. and disgust at chineese food
the feeling after every pathetic conference day that we would be together soon
the hugs and "woh aye nii's"
the tears that we shared and the hope we hopefully brought
the friendship that blossomed out of nowhere
China itself and its wonderful people

I'm always going to remember this trip, not just for the experience but for the people.. I just want to thank you guys so much (read:Ankit, Hemantika, Aanya and Vipul) You guys were amazing. Thanks for putting up with me and my constant stupidity (losing things and what not) Thanks for being there (through the subway thing). I love you guys sooo much. Woh aye nii!!

Without you

2007-03-04T02:11:00.000-08:00

“Without you, heaven would be too dull to bear,
and hell will not be hell if you are not there.”

Crossroads. That’s where we stand. Next year, we go our separate ways-into limelight, into toil, into happiness, into despair, into memories. I dedicate this entry to my friends. Being told about a myriad times that I live in a world of my own, there are not many but they know who they are because we were inmates in it together. Partners in the crime. Yes, we created and lived in our own Barbie dollhouse. Myself more than anyone else. I could never go out.
It had a room of contentment-popcorn and movies at a friend’s house. It had a room of anticipation-bitten nails, telepathy and India at the brink of a victory. It had a room of conference-textbooks, the phone and an exam the subsequent day. It had a room of requirement-a vent for all our feelings. It had a room of laughter-at this, that and the other and at ourselves. It had a room of guilt-at the inordinate immaturity we displayed.
It wasn’t an ideal house. The roof tended to leak when it rained heavily. But for all its imperfections, I love it. I had a great time living in it. I hope to be in one of the rooms for as long as I can.
signing off.

Colors of the Wind

2007-02-25T02:57:00.000-08:00

You know how sometimes this one song tends to define a lot of things for you. I would say this has been that song for me. It's been with me since forever...the first track of my first cd!! I guess it'll always remain special in a way no other song can be...

2007-02-18T03:08:00.000-08:00

The death penalty fulfills a preventive function, but it is also very clearly a form of revenge. It is an especially severe form of punishment because it is so final. The human life is ended and the executed person is deprived of the opportunity to change, to restore the harm done or compensate for it.

--Dalai Lama

I live in a world, which tells me that I can be told whether I have a right to live or not. Mentally I may not be healthy and may be unaware of my actions, but society can still snatch my inherent right to live. Is this a fair world? Can I not redeem myself?

Capital Punishment remains the highest judgment that can be given in any judicial system. It is said to deter crime, provide justice and also ensure public safety. For a second if we believe Capital Punishment even achieves what it sets out to do, why are there still such high crime rates all over the world?

China, with a quarter of the worlds population carries out approximately 90% of the worlds executions. Yet has its crime rate deterred? "Expert after expert and study after study have emphasized and emphasized the lack of correlation between the threat of the death penalty and the occurrence of violent crime.” In most cases like Saddam Husseins execution capital punishment was just a political gimmick, a revenge seeking act; perhaps a way for the US to prove its superiority. Yet when you think about it, does it even satisfy revenge? There seem like a gazillion other alternatives available, that make the idea of capital punishment superfluous. Wouldn’t it make more sense to force these individuals to “pay back” to society? Compensate or redeem his sins? Would it not make more sense to make these individuals realize their crimes?

As increasingly countries join the ranks of those who have abolished capital punishment; my belief is reaffirmed that Capital Punishment is a chimerical ideal punishment; a barbaric remnant of an uncivilized society. It is immoral in principle, and unfair and discriminatory in practice. And as a remedy for crime, it has no purpose and no effect.

My Puppy therefore i am

2007-02-13T03:53:00.000-08:00

Most people who know me, know all about my better half. My endearing and wonderful-"rainy day partner"-midnight ghosts chaser-tear wiper-piano singer best friend. My one and only Mischief (puppi-doo-doo, michu, michikins, mischu, brat, ass, black beauty).

When my first dog died, my mother was broken hearted. Though supposedly Snowy was my birthday present she was my mothers darling. After she died my mother did not so much as look at another dog. Thats where me and my sister stepped in. We presented her with a gorgeous, hunky, adorable spaniel puppy. The perfect little angel to calm everyone down or so we thought!

Actually Mischief darling did everything but that. Within a month of his arrival he had already fallen very sick (got parasites in his blood.. all of us doing 24/7 nursing), all my mothers furniture had doggy marks, the carpets had been chewed, my pooh bear had been victimised, my sisters room had become a "doggy hospital" and of course our lives had been turned upside down. My puppy had truly lived up to his name.

But despite all his roguishness and ability to create perfectly ordered chaos, this whimpering black beauty marked creature has become the sane mainstay of my crazy family. He is the proud bearer of the "baby of the family" and more importantly my "choc-a loc baby". He loves siting beside me, while I play the piano, as if understanding the badly played music. He loves siting on my lap while i watch tv or chat online, dying to bang his paws on my poor keyboard (he loves my friends). He makes whiny faces while I eat chocolate and happy yelps when i give him toast. And anyone who has the guts to hit me, has to answer to him. He is the first person I see in the morning, with his wet nose on my face and hes the last person I kiss before going to bed. He gives me assurance on scary nights, support on trying days, love on depressing mornings and happiness by just being there.

And without him, god knows what I would do.

Every day is "a day"

2007-02-12T09:28:00.000-08:00

Webster defines a ‘day’ as the time of light between one night and the next and an ‘occasion’ as a special event or ceremony. Club the two together and you get innumerable reasons for celebration.

Certain recent events enticed me into finding out how many such days actually existed. The good old google confirmed each day to be “a” day. April 2 is to be the Kick Butts Day, April 8 to be the Behave Yourself Day. Then there was a certain Be Careful What You Say Day sharing 24 hours with Do The Wild Things Day. It is apparently cool to hang a brand new Mark & Spencer Towel around your neck. Well, of course The Towel Day must be celebrated!

The one question that comes to mind is about the history of these days. While some of them originate from an event, most of them are a result of mere marketing gimmicks.

There is a crucial commercial aspect to this. While the market is experiencing a shift towards the needs of consumers, marketers have adopted an apt approach. Playing with the changing lifestyle trends and consumer vulnerability towards innovation, a pitch for the introduction of fresh concepts has been set.

The mechanism works in a perceptive way. Hype is the key word here. The concept is made popular in stages. A particular section, known as the target group which defines/influences the consumer trends (e.g. celebrities) is made excited. Once that is done, the process finds popularity on itself and takes shape into a lifestyle statement, finding its way to the “in” trends. Celebration is always about emotions. Thus, the mechanism in question, to be full proof, has to also include an emotional side to it.

This phenomenon has found its identity in the market today. And it shall continue to grow till both the consumer and marketers are kept pleased and gratified.

an anthem

2007-01-17T09:06:00.000-08:00

There are times in your life when you find something, and you know your life will never be the same. Today a cousin of mine showed me something. And i doubt i will look at anything again with the same perspective, Its the most inspiring thing i have ever seen. And i just had to share it with you.
Enjoy and learn

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2007-01-05T07:18:00.000-08:00

For the past 16 years I have wondered and then pondered why exactly people get irritated at the sight of mess. I mean their face goes red, their eyes crinkle and they get this stupid look while they shriek like a hyena "eeeeeeee" . Even after 16 years of careful observation, experimentation and thought i still have not arrived at a sufficient explanation.

Take for example a scene that has taken place in my room everyday for the past 16 years (excluding all the days i was out or something):

There i am all innocent and peaceful.
Then suddenly the mother (who i fondly call hitler) barges in...
Mother: "LOOK AT YOUR ROOM!"
I look up at her, quite disgusted at her outrageous behaviour, roll my eyes
Me: --
continue to do whatever im doing.
Not taking the hint she proceeds to my table.. shuffles the wonderfully placed books.. ruining my perfectly ordered things.
Mother: "Look at this.. its nothing better than a pig sty"
Now i get angry, shes messing up my perfectly messed room for heavens sake!
Me: "Mom this is my room stop ruining it! You're stifling the growth of my individuality!"
she ignores me and to my horror starts to clean up.
I gulp and storm out

Return 15 minutes later and arrange everything again properly

And i repeat this happens almost everyday. Surprising isn't it. You would think she would give up. What i think parents dont understand is that having a mess isnt being dirty. My room is never dirty. Messy yes but never dirty.
Messiness is just a creative outlook. Its just the way a person likes to organize things in their space. Its something like art. Unique and interesting There is nothing remotely disgusting about it. It really annoys me when the super-clean-freaky-ee people call it that. Its not like we not super-clean-freaky-ee people find the super-clean-freaky-ee peoples order disgusting. It so is NOT called for.

And at the end of it, considering we aren't messing their lives why do they even care? Seriously weird. Anyways i would like to conclude in a very english-exam-good-writing way. It has been scientifically proven that those people who live in disorder are not only more intelligent and but are also better human beings than those who are "clean-freaks".

So ha!

A happi happi new yr

2006-12-31T11:40:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YR!!!!!!
hehe .. hey guys... heres wishing everyone an awesome new year full of giggles, hugs, whoopppees, bitching and being a meano..
heres hoping people this year become
1. more civilized
2. better huggers
3. nicer
4. non-smokers
5. peace-loving
amen to that.. anyways.. hope you had a great nite.. mine was pretty good.. went out fr dinnr with friends.. stayed in and watched the departed with my sister.. talking over hot chocolate fudge and breezers.. and wishd most of my frends happi new yr..
cant think of a bettr way to start my yr..
anyways.. hope this year is as good as the last.. its probably one of the most imp ones for us.. so best of luck with that..
tc... shiya... luv ya
shubhs
ps. best of luck with the new yr resolutions... i learnt a long time ago the futility of keeping them

merry christmass

2006-12-24T00:18:00.000-08:00

~~~~~~~~~~MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!~~~~~~~~~~

merry christmas everyone~!!!!!!!!!! Have an awesome day!!!! HOHOHOHO!!!
eat, scream, sing and dance!!! Spread the christmas joy!!! And ofcourse we hope you get plenty of gifts!!!

2006 is ending.. 2007 approaches.. for almost all of us this is an extremely important year.. we all hope that like 2006 it also becomes an excellent year.. heres wishing everyone not only a merry christmas but a ROCKING new year!...... and if you've been good santa will surely get you what you want.. hahahhaha....

Lots of love...
from the santas helpers..

MUAHHH

Musings of an indisposed soul

2006-12-10T23:02:00.000-08:00

Sickness is welcomed if it arrives at the right time, ie between 2 very important periods of your life and during a boring weekend, thus consequentially helping you miss a MT which you would have probably flunked.
Dravid is certainly made of Ambuja cement.
blue ties are definitely better looking than green ones. Even more so considering you are the elite 2% of your school wearing it.
There is a stark difference between a MUN hosted by your school and that by another. For instance in one hosted by another school, you can't go around hugging every person in your sight. Till the time arises that your hugs are reduced to bone crushing devices. And you also can't stand at the podium and scream "DPS RKP ROKS" and have the whole executive board, administration staff and even the teachers join you.
A Black skirt is idyllic formal dressing.
You know you are a part of the best school in history when you can bunk the whole day and still not get caught.
Wikipedia+Google=Savior of the worlds ass
Cute guys with curly hair and green eyes don't cross your path every day. If you see one latch on.
If you look good in a picture and the rest of the world doesn't, you don't give a damn about it. You are gonna put it up anyways.
The only thing that makes man u special is Cristiano Ronaldo.
The feeling of feeling hungry at 2 am before a MT that you are missing and then eating cheesy pizza to satisfy your hunger.. is priceless.
Randomness is the new world order

Nature’s Embrace

2006-12-07T08:30:00.000-08:00

Behold for the smile
That glistens across the azure sky
Behold for the sight,
It shimmers and passes by
Savor the memories
Precious in candescent glow
Hum to the tunes of the songs-
The mountains sing so oft
Reminisce the colors
Profusely canvassed by the wind
Remember the rocks, the trees-
They stand for an identity, a will
Feel the fall which
Led you to nature’s embrace
Be warned of betrayal and malice.

my bday

2006-11-30T06:17:00.000-08:00

the day of my 16th bday was awesome! thanks for everything people! for all your hugs and contributions for my card! and also for being there for me always - in good times as well as bad! ill cherish this time forever and ever- the laughs, the fun, the supporting each other, cheering each other up.. thanks for everything.
special thanks to shubhs for making the most awesome video ever and for the mail which i have forwarded to myself! love u sooo much!

love you all loads.
yours only
raddy pie

im posting the video. i know im showing off but i love it too much! thanks agen shubhsy!

A thought

2006-11-22T07:10:00.000-08:00

Lunges, it arrives
Departing, yet it thrives
The mystery is created
But never abated
Righteous and deprived
Ignorant and pacified
Lurking around and then
Out in the open it pounds
It strikes in all directions
Nor trivial nor specified
without any resurrections
Rumored to be benighted
Fascinating, alighted
Lunges, it arrives
Departing, yet it thrives.

to all my people

2006-11-12T09:52:00.000-08:00

One of these days i was sitting in the bus and counting how much time we have left in school. hardly a year. Its just depressing. School years are the carefree, full of masti years, Where you get to do whatever you want with no regrets. Just the idea of not seeing my friends everyday gives me goosebumps. I mean all those between classes meeting, backseat eating, break walks. How the hell am i going to leave this wretched school. (failing is not an option!).. I mean its pretty known that after a couple of years no one stays in contact with each other. (though i hope we make exceptions to that rule)..College seems so bloody hard. So much bloody work. Its true no one likes change. Even positive change takes time getting used to. Anyways i wanted to say some thank yous and some muahs to certain ppl.. ( all this talk made me senti)

Ipsi: My pardner in crime. I have no bloody idea what i'll do without her. I met her only 2 years ago. But i think I've known her for my whole life. Shes my bitching partner and my gossip girl... Lol.. people just don't understand why we are both alllways together.. shes been there thru it all.. the sidesplitting laughter in the library to the cold mornings of stupid parental fites. one of the most understanding people..though she keeps u on ure toes.. constantly worried bout her... Love you girl and thanks for all the stupidity you've had to handle.. ull always be one my bestest frends!!

Knshu: Hehe my lil devil.. the first person when i get back from school lol.. shes the sensible head who tends to panic at every bloody thing. haha.. she keeps me sane... i can hide nothing from her.. everything just comes toppling out... anything i say bout her will be less.. she is one person i no who is more happy bout my success then even i am... i love her soo much... and no for one thing i can try to get rid of her.. but she will never get rid of me! ure ma star!

addi: my oldest best frend... this girll is the nicest person i no.. shes handles the most crap i think... me n my hyper self.. witha ll the screaming and banshee craziness.. shes taken it in widout a complaint.... lol... shes really quiet from the outside but for thsoe who know her.. no its all crap... shes one of the funnest people t be with..and there for u whenevr u need her.. can talk to her bout nethin,... n everythin.. shes my rock my stone ... hehe love u babes... u mah gall... thnx for everythin... for bein there for me..loove uuu

Rads: raddy piee.. clank clank.... my crazy ditsy best friend.. and might i add confused.. shes the smart one.. she has a phd in guy advice.. lol.. she keeps me sane.. we've had so much frm clank-clank hindi-chini bhai bhai.. to crank calls n coffee.. (bluddy coffee virgin).. im going to be her bridesmaid when she gets marries at 18 lol... i love this girl.. she has this awesome understanding power.. nos exactly howto get things out of u.. n is an awesome listener... thanx girl for everythin... for tellin me da truth when i cudnt hear it for bein there always... muaah to the coolest frend ever

Isha: my baby.. known her since 2nd grade.. one of the sweetest n nicest ppl i no.. hyper a complete "goondi" but shes one of the finnest people to be with.. she has this amazin quality about her... no1 can ever feel awkward around her.. she just has this thing to fir rite in anywhere.. n make sure no1 feels outta place.. ni no loads of people r thankful to her for that... n i love her for that too.... Muah girlll

Karishma: omg what would i do without her.. shes my saviour.. without her 11nth would be drab for mee.. she sthe most understanding person ive evr met... u can say nethin in front of her.. n she'll take it in.. she has to handle me everyday in skool.. n tht my frends is an achievement.. i seriously cant imagine 11nth without her.. her reassuring talks are like a calming influence for the hyper me. i love u gurll... keep rokkin!!

Rushi: aah ruushhhiii... my fitin partner.. we fite like cats n dogs.. lol.. shes one of the smartest people i noo.. if rushi gives u a compliment relish it n enjoi it... coz its gotta be truee!!! lol jokes aside.. shes pretty sweet.. and loves reading like me.. her vocabulary rocks.. this gurl is so bloody hard wrkin she can give ne1 else an inferiority complex... once u no her u can hate or love her bvut u just cant ignore her.. me? love her.. hehe... muaah girll.

Saraswati: finally reached him. Whatever i say bout him will be less. Hes been my bestfriend since god nos when.. hes kept me sane when i've gone insane.. made me smile when i thought i couldn't. Hes someone who has been there when i dint even no.. not 2 mention the onli person whose seen me cri.. i love u boi... n im sorry for puttin u thru all da crap... u're my guy! n u better stay tht way!!!

Rt: the ass!! hes the stupidest dumbest guy i've ever met and for that i love him... hes an amaazin frend...whose stuck by me through thick n thin... from pink pyjamas.. to 1o clock "meri beri ke ber" hes taken all da crap ive flung at him.. hes got a huuuggee eeggooo.. i feel sad for ne girl who has to go out wid him.. but hes the coolest buddy ne girl cn have.... love u boi!! thanks for the pep talks n the midnite laughter... i got yr bak

Avu: my googlie goo... god ive known her since i was 2 yrs old thats like 14 years now...!! she is definetly one of the most awesome friends ne1 can ever have... from pizza hut lunches.. to ccd coffee...to all the science classes and the jhoolas... ive had the most amazing times with her... shes like one of the sweetest people i know...with the bhootni hair and the crazy antics who can laugh like crazy.. shes also my coffee pal.. and my bitching pardner... shes my guy advice giver and my hindi correcter.. wat would i do without her.. i have no idea.. love u girl...

Sups: our chengozi leader... shes the most rockin senior.. .shes the smart silly stupid n funny 1... her jokes r frkin funny.. can make u laff for all u hv.... and she has one of the most sensible heads on her shoulders.. first impression: silly nataunki late realization: damn shes smart! hehe.. but shes one of the nicest and sweetest people i know.. my fellow hayden christensan, belgian choco, jhoola swinging and friends loving buddy.. loove u girll and miss u 2!!! thanks for everythin n for bein ure usual goofy self!!!

Mini: miniss.. the diplomat.. the serious n smart child lol... i have to give her a hand for all the crap she jhelofayes from me. thru inmun n all... i have no idea how she duz the thinbgs she duz.. sometimes i think she needs to relax for a bit.. but oh well she remains one of the nicest people i no.. n very understanding i no i can realli count on her.... lol... i luv her for that... muaaah... n plz loooseeen up a bitt.. n improve yr gk! hehe...

there r so many ppl i wanted to rite bout... sidhi, suhu, bodhu tree, aayush darlin, naina, anku, archa n more unfortuantly dont have time.. just wanted to say.. i love u guys alot too... tho i dont say it much.. n whenevr im bein a bitch dont mind.. coz i dont mean to.. just tend to from time to time... whenevr u need me just hollerr.... MUAHH

Love shubhs

2006-11-01T09:05:00.000-08:00

So as soon as I came online today, I started getting messages like”are you okay?", "how did you come back home?", "safe and sound?" And I keep
t replying "yeah yeah" finally decided to put my nick to "yes I’m alive... unfortunately" For those unaware souls I'm talking in accordance with the Delhi "bandh"
So Monday we are given a holiday.. And we all hope okay maybe Tuesday too... but nooooo mrs.chona wouldn't... so we poor souls come to school say after day.. Then finally today utter chaos in school... buses can’t leave, everyones scared to death. Agitations really picked up in the city. Parents swarming to pick up their little kids, rumors afloat apparently "manmohan singh got shot", "a bomb blast in south ex", "agitation in saket", "buses were put on fire".. LOL
Oh well the good news, after much discussion and anticipation we have been given a holiday tomorrow.. whooopppiiieeee....

Moving on.. DPSMUN is approaching making me pretty excited; I've gotten Liberia in Human rights council. Upside- the topics are all closely related to my country especially "Role of diamonds in fueling conflict" (bet u don’t know what that is!!) Which is quite major in my country. And since I'm a small country I get to kick USA's ass. LOL
Now the downside is actually the upside.. The topics are too closely related to my country. ESPECIALLY role of diamonds... coz I’m the big bad wolf... meaning I am pretty much condemned and hated by everyone.
But I still get to kick USA's ass... so I'm happy!
When I got the country, I was pretty furious.. I wanted France... really wanted France... but then i realized with the topics... Liberia is in a far better position (centre of action lol) so I’m happy... though I still can't pronounce the damn name. lol

And India got kicked out of champion’s trophy as everyone knows. I unlike certain people do not become disloyal just because we are loosing. Yes I'm disappointed, but I believe the fans need to support the team specially now, coz they aren’t playing well. The real fans are not the ones who cheer when the team is winning but the ones who cheer when the team is losing. SO Hooo Haaa India. Lol (can’t believe I said that) and I'm sure we'll do really well in SA and the world cup... (and in accordance heres the champions trophy song... it has amazing lyrics.. hopefully will inspire patriosm)

Ooh and how can I forget...? Alonso won!!! I felt kinda sad for Schumacher... his last year and all... but the mans won 7 already... how many more does he need??? But the way he drive up from last position to 4rth was bloody brilliant... anyways Alonso is pretty amazing too... not as gutsy as the Schumacher... but nevertheless he has the ability to win. Rock on is what I say...

OOh and as I go... would like to confirm I've gotten amazing PJ's to share with everyone... will do so in some time... heheh keep waitin
shubhs

ps.. leaving with you with a really nice song i found.. if u dont like man u dont even try listening to it..

(its old though..)

Gulmohur

2006-10-30T09:08:00.000-08:00

The gulmohur rises high into the horizon
Its orange pales the evening sky
Its leaves fight to and fro against the wind
It brews a storm in the heavens.

Its symphony is a violent sound
It speaks of previous battles
With the sun and the moon
Whose radiance scathes its very roots

And yet the incident stillness is almost palpable
Its mystifying riddle holds a promise
Or will the gulmohur importune the ‘world’
Another day with its endless battle

hold on

2006-10-21T10:05:00.000-07:00

How much vintage magic can you recreate with early morning abba? With a novel carrying you from rainy vespers to peaceful mornings? With brett lee posters and old curtains? With harry potter? Who am I kidding? Times are changing and fast. Do I pine for the days gone by? Youth, loss and yearning for redemption. Is it my story? Is it the story of every stranger on the pavement? Is it the sigh of the dying man at what could have been but sadly never was?
It isn’t my story. I am 16 not 76. I don’t want to be that moribund man and yet I am fooling myself with the frivolities of past. With the conviction that everything is same, something that sometimes deep down even I don’t believe myself. Am I trying to be what I was and what I can be, eventually to really just confront who I am? Have I grown out of these things? And yet I delight in them more and more with each passing day. ”The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.” I guess Pascal understood it better than me. And that’s that.

ps:happy diwali. hope you guys have a great time.

2006-10-19T00:11:00.000-07:00

You know how there's always this one book everyone keeps talking about. You obviously haven't read it. And you just don't understand all the hype about it. UNTIL......................You read it yourself.

That's exactly what happened to me. Wherever I went, whoever I met everyone just talked about this one book. Most of the time I was scared to admit I hadn't read it (Actually I still can't believe I have the gutts to make it public). Well in the beginning I couldn't help it. I always thought it was like an over-hyped book or something. Like the time I read the god of small things and was thoroughly disappointed. So I stayed off it. Then one day when I was browsing the bookstore I found it thinking what the hell. I bought it.

And I'm happy to inform you I never looked back.

I think you should have guessed which book I'm talking about by now. The big one. The HUGE one.
THE GODFATHER.

What I loved about the book, is the utter believability. Unlike most of the Mafia movies and books. This book is completely believable. And his characters though totally enigmatic seem human and possible. The book is basically about The godfather or Don Vito Corleone. A silican Mafia head, he's the good honest maybe a lil wacko powerhouse of new York. Never before has someone been called god and a criminal in the same breath.

quoting page 213, book III, Chapter 14
"But great men are not born great, they grow great and so it was with Vito Corleone..............It did not happen in a day, it did not happen in year, but by the start of the great depression, Vito Corleone became the Godfather, the Don, Don Corleone."

Completely in love with these lines. Mario Puzo has done the most brilliant job with this book. All his books have an amazing mix of reality with fiction but this one is mind-blowing. He's created one of those books which will live forever. Unlike a Da Vinci code or Harry Potter which you eventually get bored of. This is timeless. And most of it is completely logic. As Tom Hanks said in 'You've got Mail', most of our everyday problems can be solved from this book. It has logic you can't argue with. And most importantly it has a spell-binding narrative which won't let you put the book down. Everything from relationships to hard core business is tackled here. And it practically forbids you to make your own judgements. Obviously it is violent and graphics not suitable for all ages (ahem ahem) but then this isn't something written by Musharraf that every word has to be scrutinized for moral values. And also very unlike Musharrafs book/novel you sometimes cant believe its not real life.

Enjoy it one step at a time. And if you think its good the first time you read it. You wont believe how good it is the next time. And for all those people still living in the dark who haven't read it yet. (clears throat) "Let there be light!"

OH GOD.... will you just go get the damn book. LOL

shubhs who kneels down in prayer for the soul of the don

The controversial delegate of USA

2006-10-08T22:24:00.000-07:00

Before I start my discription of Inmun I'd like to say DPSMUN ROCKS!!!!! Its a personal statement I don't know if everyone feels that (most people in my committee did though). But I believe DPSMUN kicks Inmun's ass anyday... Moving on ... lol

We did get BEST DELEGATION... Or in better words We were the NO 1 DELEGATION! Owing to the fact every single delegate from our school were their committees top 3 contenders for best delegate.. But of course due to politics and a whole lot of shit (will mention later) we only got 2 best delegates. Here's a MUAH and whoopee to Anku dearest and Aanya.. Keep rocking guys..

Now starting

The Controversial delegation of USA

Yup it was controversies all along.... In every bloody committee! The crisis fell on USA too..
Starting with my committee: Humanitarian, social and cultural committee. The first day was quite boring.
The topic was totally ridiculous "the use of geosciences to make earth a healthier wealthier safer planet" Even my chair later admitted that it was a useless topic. How can you debate on it??
Anyways wasn't put on the speakers list.. Spoke a couple of times in a moderated caucus. The moderated caucus too was extremely boring. There was no debate just some rubbish going on. But the Resolution part was exciting. Me, Japan, Paraguay,Russia and France totally ran the show. We made a resolution together. Crazily went around collecting people. Everything was going along perfect. We had about 60 co sponsors. That is we already had majority of the house. But ofcourse controversy and conspiracies never leave me. Just before we were going to give in our resolution me Japan and Paraguay had a major fight about the main sponsor. In the End I became the main sponsor much to the fury of Paraguay. Who immediately threatened to leave. But Russia and Japan supported me so I remained the main sponsor but on our next agenda Paraguay left our camp. A fact that really didn't bother me.

Now comes the exciting part. The second agenda! This was when I became really famous or may I say infamous? I already knew I was going to be in trouble since our topic was "biotechnology" a field in which the US is the big bad wolf. And boy was I right. My speech went off well. But then came the moderated caucus. And all hell broke loose. Suddenly every delegate in the committee started attacking me. US did this US did that.. What does the delegate have to say what does the delegate have to comment.. I was able to handle the first few questions pretty well. Actually I think I had an answer to everything.. I did mess up a bit though. But my chair suddenly tells me "delegate what's the reason for your double standards?" I was totally furious. I wrote her a chit immediately and my vice chair and co vice chair took me out.. He basically told me I had been acting very conceited. To which I replied after all I was USA.. and they were jumping on me like a pack of wolves! After that he said it was alright and I could go back. So that ended the first day. Not the best in my mind.

The second day was alotttt better. Me having the upper hand through most of it. My resolution got passed! yippee. Then caucuses were boring.. The third agenda was kind of boring too.. passed a couple of comments etc. But then came the moderated caucus, and the certain delegate of Paraguay again tried but this time I got up and shut her and France up immediately. Even the executive board supported me.. (which was fun btw) Then came the crisis which was amazing, ofcourse it was on US. Something about China invading some islands US attacking the Chinese troops Japan helping out. Boy did me and Japan dominate. We accepted no criticism.. And the way we attacked the Chinese delegate.. Poor guy later wrote me a sorry letter....

the third day was soo boring.. Full of chaos. This is why I said DPSMUN is better.. someone lost our resolution papers. Then the plenary wasn't following the proper MUN rules. We kept waiting for some guest speaker who never arrived. We did practically nothing. The Deputy sec gen who was and I am not afraid to say this a complete ASS. Because of his own stupidity (since they were running out of time) and tension he kicked me and Swati out of the Assembly. We both were so infuriated coz we weren't even talking. We immediately went and started screaming at him. He apologized repeatedly.. But we stalked off. (which again was fun).. ass complete ass.

As the award ceremony approached each one of us (from the US delegation) was assured to be one the top three contenders for best delegate in their committees by their executive board. I had a lengthy discussion with my vice chair and co vice chair. (who btw were totally rocking) Both of them assured me.. I was one of the strongest contenders, along with Japan. Japan and USA were the clear favorites for best delegates and delegation in almost all committees. So when we only got best delegation and just 2 best delegate awards, (Japan getting nothing) you can imagine how shocked we all were.

It included Vipuls name being crossed out by Madam Pinto herself. Mine Swati, Sanjana and Hemantika not getting it coz we got best delegation. In my committee the weirdest people got it. Who I've never heard speaking for more than 10 minutes. It was pathetic. Truly Pathetic. Our executive boards were extremely sweet about it though. Some of mine came and found me, kept telling me it was shocking.

What really annoyed me, was that CHINA got best delegation. The same china whose delegates we practically crushed.. Whose delegate wrote me a sorry letter. If that was the state then why did they get it someone might ask. Because sweetie China was represented by Ryan Faridabad. The host school. The guy didn't even know how to speak properly.

Okay this has been a very looong post. So I'm going to end now. Just want to say something.. I think DPS Noida (Japan) totally should have won. They so deserved the best delegation. They were just amazing. And if my vice chair or co vice chair or my chair is reading this You guys were amazing!!! Please keep in touch. especially the co vice-chair ,thanks for all the advice (we really did annoy you)... And again to my fellow delegation.. Love you all.. Had an amazing time.. We all were excellent.. surely the best delegation there. Everyone knew we were going to win. And we did. So MUAH! (we btw were also told that we were perfect american politicians.. i was called an obnoxious and concieted american citizen which i think is another way of saying a complete american bitch)

Blabbered by an infuriated and hyper
shubhi
aka the controversial delegate of USA

2006-09-29T08:26:00.000-07:00

The Frickin-nomics

A couple of months ago some of my friends gave me glowing descriptions of a book which captivated their interest. Superb, amazing, a breakthrough were some adjectives used by these highbrowed individuals. I, never aloof from a good read, took their advice and bought my own copy from the trusty old PVR teksons.

Mistake. Big mistake.

The back cover called it a relevation ingenious and brilliant. "Freakonomics- a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything". A more suitable heading in my opinion would be "Frickinomics- a bored idiot trying to explore the stupid side of everything" Harsh? Yeah okay maybe. But seriously what do you say to something which has a chapter entitled "what do schoolteachers and sumo wrestlers have in common?"

Sob sob.

Now the writing wasn't bad. It had an innovative spark to it. And I can even admit the first few chapters had me interested, but by the 3rd chapter my mind had started to faze, my ears had started picking up conversation of other people ( I was sitting in the plane) Suddenly watching Cheaper by the dozen 2 seemed more fun (stupid movie.. I might add). Seriously must someone delve so much into every bloody aspect of life!

"what did crack cocaine have in common with nylon stockings?" Interesting topic of discussion for those bespectacled laureates, for the rest of us who lead the most quaint (normal in other words) lives. Not so much. We are still trying to figure out how to wear those damn stockings. And if you thing the epilouge (entitled the 2 paths to Harvard) is actually going to help you anyway. It wont. Unless ofcourse your name is annika, ansley, ava, aviva.....sumner, will. And ofcourse for this you can blame your parents, for not searching the Harvards most popular names database while naming you.

For all those little economic friends I have, who probably have already moved their mouse to the comments link, to immediately express their outrage. I will take a moment to admit that I am no economist myself. Not even close. I've actually started hating economics (for some weird reason.. Its such a weird thing to hate I know). And I don't consider myself to be an authority at the subject. But I do believe that I have some taste in books. And Freakonomics doesn't make an excellent read.

Atleast not for an average 16 year old, for a 40 year old perhaps.

PS. Those who really want something good to read.. read "the kite runner". Now that's a good book. Or incase you want something more challenging try "Anna Karenina" by Leo Tolstoy amazing book just finished reading it for the second time.

2006-09-09T00:27:00.000-07:00

I call it the PJ revolution.

The torch has been passed from the hands of some inspired seniors. This flaming light symbolises humor, adventure and an escapade into the brighter yet undiscovered side of life. Yes it is truly a revolution. The aims of the revolution are as listed.

To create a force which has wit, understanding and a sense of humor far above average.
To mobilize the youth to rise above their usual everyday musings and partcipate in something much more enriching.
To highlight the imbecility of the recipent of the jokes.
To prove the disputed fact that "3 lines can make someone want to put a gun to their head and pull the trigger".
To simply remind everyone that you are of a superior race, one which they don't belong to.

Now what is a PJ you might ask. It is a piece of humor and wit, which has its origins basically in common sense. A PJ might be the most obvious statement which makes it hard to understand. Most people in todays world lack both common sense and intelligence. Hence they dislike PJ's. Yet PJ's are the highest form of jokes(which the lowest form of minds don't understand hence they call them poor jokes).

To join the revolution you musn't only laugh at the jokes. You must feel them too. To test yourself here are some jokes from the joke factory back at our school.

Now ending I will leave you with two jokes. They are not the best, but the better ones don't have an effect when written.

ek aadmi k 6 fingers thi,use log ghanashyam bulate the...batao kyon?
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kyonki uska naam ghanashyam tha! Bevakoof

2. what is the cube of 13?
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Its : SUROOR
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wondering how?
thats bcoz.... TERA * TERA * TERA = SUROOR

Felt like banging your head against the wall? Good that was the whole point.
Keep banging
Shubhs

PS. Please send in your jokes too. If appreciated will be posted and acknowledged

little flower

2006-08-31T12:02:00.000-07:00

Life is a shadow
I see it in early morning light
Look how you weep over yours
In moonlight
I am illuminated
The sun is atrocious
I wilt, I wither
I am attractive
Insects flock to me
Children too
They trample over me
My silent shrieks have deafened me.
Above, the black clouds,
Saunter up and about
The stony sky falls on me
I survive, I am a striver
I brave storms, sun and children
And you cry over stupid things.
How laughably facile!
I am a little flower.
I have a life.
I have a dream
I am beautiful

My reverie

2006-08-29T10:49:00.000-07:00

It shimmers down every now and then
It jostles and plays around
It pumps life out of a trance
It goggles and settles down.

It overpowers the bravest
It underplays the proud
It fortifies the fragile
It waggles in the crowd.

It enraptures and astonishes
It terminates before dawn
It lays down the various possibilities
And plausibly reminisces the very cause.

It throttles while turning into an ordeal
It lives on when out of sight
It rekindles the entire world
Only to leave a glimpse behind.

2006-08-29T03:40:00.000-07:00

It was derived from an Arabic word qah'wa which meant intoxicating liquors. Mecca condemned it, Egypt embraced it, the English of course stole it and I well, worship it. Still not got what I'm talking about? Well the king of all drinks, the "amrit" for modern day souls, "Coffee" of course. As a kid I never liked coffee, I still believe it is an acquired taste. It comes with maturity, understanding and of course sheer desperation. But one thing is assured once you acquire it you can't get rid of it. Coffee addiction is said to be one of the hardest addictions to get rid of. Considering there is no proven evidence of its repercussions or its benefits. It's not something you can go to rehab for. Though it might affect you life in many ways. I, for one, am a complete addict. I have been trying to get rid of it, but on account of getting withdrawal symptoms, I'm going very slowly. Anyways I've kind of collected an account of people towards coffee kinda thing. Read on...

Akanksha I am proud to say is a coffee lover. Maybe not a complete lover. But she understands the value and essence of its soul. She also owes coffee a lot. A 95+ in science is one of them. LOL. This girl didn't sleep a wink before her science board. And what was the wonderful liquor which bolstered her? Coffee duh.
Addi is another person I'm very proud of. She is my kind of coffee person. She loves her coffee the way it is. Minimal milk and sugar. Just the olfactory property and scrumptious taste of the wonderful beans. Though she isn't a hard core addict like me. She is the person to drink coffee with. I have lost count of our trips to Barista. Scaring people around us to bitching about people sitting with us.
Radhika. Sigh. She deserves a slap when it comes to coffee. No not a slap she deserves to die when it comes to coffee. Okay here's the story. Last day of boards, these people stayed over. I had previously promised Radz a cup of my very talked about coffee. (I make awesome coffee) So true to my promise, I presented her with a cup of breathtaking and aromatic cafe. "Coffee" to make any coffee lover squirm. This woman takes a sip,decides it too strong for her. I disgustedly watch her put 2 spoons of sugar in it (I'd already added enough). I shake it off. But then she thinks its still not nice. So madam decides to put more milk. (even though the cup is overflowing). What she left with a glass of diluted coffee and a very annoyed friend. Bloody coffee virgin. Not getting any more coffee from me. You girl.
Ipsi. Well she's a lost case. She doesn't like coffee. Though I suspect that's because of the calories involved. haha. But she still never minds coming out with me in my quest for some. The number of times we both have sat in barista or CCD, me sipping some cafe, she some stupid drink, gossiping and bitching. And ofcourse our discussions on liberated topics (cough cough) have raised many an eyebrow and have caused many tables to move away.
Ava. This girls rocks in her coffee choice. Haha. Its almost identical to mine. Dark coffee addiction. Though shes lucky shes gotten over hers. How I have no idea. But ir emember at one point of time we both struggled with out withdrawal symptoms. But ofcourse my addiction did get cultivated by her. For instance all those evenings we have spent at PVR sipping coffee and discussing our endless problems hahaha. (hoe, saraswati, abhi, dj etc) Again scandalizing alot of people. LOL

Oh, and I completely forgot about me. Well I must take this opportunity to thank Nescafe. For helping me pass my boards. Coz of you guys I could have fun the whole day and then study at night. Thanks for having my back. Muah. And also I must thank StarBucks, for the many afternoons I found shelter at your shops, from a screaming mother and irritated father. In your cafes I found solace and the few seconds of peace.

Peace out.

2006-08-23T09:12:00.000-07:00

The joys of being in 11nth. Aah the Tii--ruest form of joy. Sigh (Keep a hand on your heart and close your eyes) .
No longer does your teacher ask you if you did well after a test, instead she asks you something even more important "Will you pass beta?".
Suddenly you are struck with a bolt of realization. So this is why god created bunking! OOh this is why the backseat was invented. Oh my trusty old Cheating. Yes my dear, all of this created solely for you. Why you may ask, am i so special. Well for starters to prevent you from strangling yourself. Or worst leaving school and getting married. Or the end of all human kind running away to join bollywood. Yes, they are all preventive measures sweetheart.
Now in 11nth you must loose all your senses and study. You learn new and important definations like "Acceleration is when a body undergoes acceleration". And how can one forget 11nth is also when you acquire new tastes, like HCL, H2SO4 etc. All the wonderful tastes you are exposed to. Including the evr ready supply of coke and ecstacy. Sigh. Joy to the world.
Suddenly you wish you were back in 10nth giving your boards. Or worst u wish you could shift to Vidya kendra Mahila Mandal Sahiba School. But there are times class is fun. specially when people are throwing furniture at each other. Pointing out guys staring at other guys. And ofcourse the "funnest" when you witness teachers beating up children because of missing dusters. Sigh. Sigh.
But still i feel, it is high time we finish studying and do something real with our lives. I don't know maybe do a movie, learn karate and kick butt. or perhaps we could become those wine tasters. A million oppertunities. Then whats keeping me in school? Well The fear of being thrown out by my parents and certain unforgetable elements. Damn.
Ps. when i was writing this very pretty post, i was feelin very weird.

2006-08-19T05:12:00.000-07:00

Okay starting off, heres a kiss to all my girls (including the guys... Specially rt n kb muah to u dudes) who made my 16nth birthday so memorable. Love you all!! "Ipsi's bear hug!!" I thought it was going to be a disaster. But it couldn't have been more perfect. Everything worked out (And I received some cool gifts)

Moving on now that I'm finally middle aged, my bad luck has returned. These trainings refuse to leave me alone. Now Next Saturday and Sunday I have MUN training. Lol. My poor Birthday sleep over. Completely jinxed. Though I'm very admanant that people still come. So what if we actually sleep for the first time. I don't care, I'm not postponing it further. Oh btw, here are some pics from akankshas birthday. She's looking really pretty. Hehe we kind of experimented on her. Haha.. I don't have all of them. Hopefully Akanksha will upload the rest of them. (radhika by the way missed all this. Poor her. I can only imagine what we would have done to her incase she had come)

Anyways The Future Cities training was great. We giggled and laughed the whole time. We blame it on the Kinley water, which we are sure was spiked. We also annoyed a lot of people there, with Hindi-Chini bhai bhai, lol. It was quite cool. The food was pretty good too, which was the main point. Then we formed those human trains and made fools of ourselves. Radhika also tripped over the projector on the way to our picture taking thing. That was funny too. Lol. She's really clumsy. Though I think we are going to probably kick everyone's ass. LOL

And further update on my back, its become a lot better. I no longer have to hold it when I'm coughing, like an old grandma. And heres a "Bengay Zindabad" It actually helped me in the end. Lol. Maybe now I can go back to golf and tennis. Yippee.

And now before I leave I make a serious request to all of you. My name is Shubhi, spelled "S-H-U-B-H-I" its not Shubhadra, Shubhleena, Shubhlums or any of those stupid names you call me. If you could kindly call me by my name, it would be appreciated. Thank you

Love
Shubhi

PS. Thanks to all those people who messaged me at 12. And all those people who I didn't message back. Sorry I had no idea who you were... Seriously they were unidentified numbers..

PPS. the pic has me, knshu, ipsi and isha sitting on the floor (im lookin quite stupid grinning away, how was I 2 no every1 else was gonna hv funeral like expressions??)

And for that I'm Thankful

2006-08-15T02:02:00.000-07:00

I always knew I was special, more special than other kids. I always knew I was lucky; she was living proof of it. When I was young my father traveled for most of the month. My mother had a lot of work as she gripped with 2 children and her job. As my mom often says she never could make much time for me. Yet looking back, I cant remember even one day when I felt neglected or when I missed my parents. But then I suppose I didn’t need to, I always had her.

Everybody was always astounded how different our relationship was. She was like my surrogate mother. It was she who did all my work, from making me study, to planning my parties. Yet she was only 7 years elder to me. Growing up, I remained in total awe of her. And like most annoying kids, I copied everything that she did. Obviously she got irritated but she never really retaliated. Despite the fact we were two very different individuals my identity was based on her. My beliefs came from her thoughts. Someone would think this situation to be surreal, but it couldn’t be more real.

Every year on my birthday she would plan surprises, hide my gifts in different corners of the house. I still remember running all around trying to find those little things. On Christmas, she tried very hard to keep Santa alive; she would come up with weird stories, which were oddly convincing. Yes the first 11 years of my life were beautiful because of her. Then of course came the time when I was faced with reality.
She had to leave.

The three days after she left, I was in a perpetual daze She had gone away. Suddenly, I was left to face life by myself. I was at the point in my life my basic personality was going to develop and I was without the single most important person in my life. It was later I realized that in one way her going away had made me have a mind of her own. But even that realization doesn’t make me stop wanting to turn the clock and somehow keep her with me.

Today she lives thousands of miles away from me. We hardly get to talk once or twice a week. Yet she still is the first person I think of when I’m scared, when I’m depressed and even when I’m happy. Things are different in some ways. Sometimes our roles are reversed, its me who gives worldly advice and soothes and calms her. Yet our relationship never changed. For instance she refuses to stop treating me like a 3 year old. And she still writes essays on me and makes me cry. She still blows every cent she has on my gifts and she still calls me after she’s hung up. And she still reminds me every day that she loves me.

Yeah I always knew I was special, and I know I still am. Because I happen to have the best sister in the world. And for that, I’m thankful.

59 years on...

2006-08-14T08:05:00.000-07:00

Honestly, I just started feeling excitement infuse in me this evening when my eyes fell on the latest issue of India Today and Outlook.

I’m one of those people who would never admit how much they hate the criticism directed at their country. I’m one of those people who strive to be genuinely open to all sorts of opinions without an element of prejudiced outlook but whose heart leaps with pleasure on the positive note and shrinks with discontentment on giving ears to a derogatory remark about their country. In short, I’m proud, egoistic, eccentric, pompous and all that when it comes to my country. I love my country and I’m too conceited to admit that it’s actually not all that good, that in reality, I don’t think there’s anything wrong in looking to the rest of the world for acknowledgement and appreciation, that even 59 years hence, Amartya Sen finds it hard not to feel frustrated about India for problems that he had grumbled about in the 50’s still persists on a large scale. You get the point. Right.

In keeping with the above, I wanted to bombard Ayaz Amir with hate letters when he audaciously enough wrote that Indians had an uncanny habit of blaming Pakistan for everything and that Pakistan had a policy of unilateral concessions to India!! Now he also went on to say, “Pakistanis wish India well. Only the official-level vibes irk them.” I just have one line for him, dude, the feeling is mutual.
I might have just sounded a little rough. Not that I have anything against Pakistan but I guess there’s one thing I agree with Mr. Amir on. After all, we do tend to frown on the very sound of the Kashmir issue.

And just incase you feel like giving a look to the positive aspects of our country, I leave you with this link.

Jai hind.

2006-08-14T05:09:00.000-07:00

"How come every time you around, my London London Bridge wanna fall down"
For all those people who think I've lost it, i was just quoting this amazing song "London Bridge" by Fergie, its quite cool, with amazing lyrics. LOl (eyebrows raised). Now to start off with this is probably like my 3rd attempt to blog, the last 2 were in vain ( i was distracted my some elements). Yes moving on.. life has been pretty fast paced for me. I had a pathetic physics test which had no right to be that pathetic, considering i knew everything. Then we also had alot of stuff goin on wid Future cities... and the youth parliament. Even the 5 day long break has been pretty hectic. Hopefully things will clear up now... (hopefully that is) My birthday too is approaching. I have serious doubts about it though. I am expecting nothing, since i have a sneaky suspicion it will suck (on account of the chemistry test). For all the people who plan to come on my birthday sleepover, its been postponed to next friday. Hopefully it won't be too much of an inconvenience.
Now coming to happier topics, music is the only thing which makes me smile these days. Be it good charlotte, All american rejects or even John Mayer. By the way guys you have to listen to "promiscous girl" Its fantastic... hehe... and also "i write sins not tragedies" its cute 2 it has a line "Hasn't any1 herd of closing the damn door knob" hehe...
Anyways I'll be taking off, chemistry waits for no man.. (or in my case woman)
Cya
Shubhs

ps. Mun results come out on my birthday too, isn't that just perfect. Ugh

Happy Friendships day!

2006-08-06T03:05:00.000-07:00

hey everybody

Happy Friendships day!!!!!!

hugs to all of my friends and also this quote i found;

"A friend is one who believes in you when you have ceased to believe in yourself."

have a gr8 day.

10 places I want to visit...

2006-08-05T06:57:00.000-07:00

The other day I found an article in some magazine, about a woman who at the age of 16, made a list 10 places she wants to visit before she dies. Now considering very soon I will be turning 16, I decided to make one of my own. These are the places I definitely want to go. Some of them are predictable, some are not. Hopefully before I die, I would have visited these places.

1.Egypt- The Pyramids and the mummies. At the Louvre I saw some mummies and they were the most eerie things I have ever seen. Still it would be awesome to see more.
2. Amsterdam- I was 8 when I read Anne Frank, since then I've always desperately wanted to go to Amsterdam and see the Annexe.
3. Andaman and Nicobar Islands- Well the Beaches of course! I've been to many but never really spent time there. I've yet to swim in the sea. Sad I know.
4. South Africa- Firstly for the wildlife and the beaches again. Not like I can't find it in India. But I still think it will be a completely different experience.
5. Bahrain- For the Grand Prix ofcourse. Its the nearest place from India where the Grand Prix is held. Also a race in the middle of the desert would be a spectacle to watch.
6. Rome- For the Spanish steps, Italian guys and cheese pasta. And maybe to say hi to the pope (in the Vatican ofcourse)
7. New York- To shop and eat hot dogs lol.
8. Lords- to see a cricket match ofcourse. I don't really like England. Its too gloomy. But this ofcourse is the mother of all cricket grounds.
9. Russia- I'm a huge history buff. And Russian History has always been one of my favorites. I'd love to go and research.
10. South of France- I've been to France. But we didn't really have a lot of time. I want to spend more time there.

Back aches and injuries....

2006-08-02T07:37:00.000-07:00

My beloved mother pointed out to me today that this year has truly been eventful for me. I would have agreed had I not been wincing in pain as she applied some sort of pain reliever on my back. That pain reliever by the way did not relieve any pain. Yes anyways, as I was saying. This year has been extremely eventful for me. In June, when I was in Paris I sprained my neck. How it happened, please don't ask me. Its a very touchy topic in my family, with me and the parentals having clearly different opinions to the cause of it. Anyways, it pretty much ruined my last day in Paris. When I think back to the palace of Versailles, or the cute guy on the RATP, I can only remember the pain. Though it became perfectly fine as soon as we reached the states. Which also made my parentals very suspicious (so shakki).
Yeah and then yesterday I injured my back, which again got me into a lot of trouble. Apparently I shouldn't have tried playing football right after being sick for 5 days. (I missed the Monday Test btw.. haha) It was pretty awful for me. When i fell, I made all these weird noises, since I was trying to breathe and for some seconds I wasn't able to. But even when I was making these noises, I wondered how people around me weren't laughing. I know I would have, if I wasn't lying on the ground not being able to breath. Strong willed people I guess. Sigh.
Oh moving on, had our first stay back for future cities (yup even with my sore back). It was pretty cool. Two people came to brief us. It's going to be pretty difficult I presume. Lotta work, well its always good to try new things I suppose. The training workshop by the way starts on my birthday. That and considering the chem test is also on that very day. I have a good feeling this birthday is going to be a disaster.
Anyways I shall go and eat some real food (only eaten apples and hully gully since morning)
Cya
Shubhi
PS. Radz got chased by A mosquito.

Whoa...

2006-07-27T11:15:00.001-07:00

I basically took upon myself to start blogging again a couple of days back…but life’s been nice and hectic. Hence, this delay.

First of all, a huge hug to Radhika and Shubhi for making it to future cities! I love you guys and I hope you make it to the top. I wish the eco sections were allowed to participate too though. Heehee.

Now, now imagine my surprise when I discovered that sometimes we’re better off with life not being fair: I became the president of the consumer awareness club a couple of weeks back. So, for all I know, I wasn’t the best person for the job but that doesn’t stop me from putting it on my application!

Eleventh has got off to a good enough start, if not awesome. I’ve started to get used to my class even though there are, inevitably, couple of faces here and there that I seem to forget. MUN stay backs were interesting and tiring. I’ve got my fingers crossed, hoping against hope to get in. Honestly, I would have been freaking out if it weren’t for IP.

In other news, I had a great evening at my massis place today…raman is “shifting” to the hostel tomorrow. I don’t know how I would’ve handled him going for IIT Bombay or kanpur. I’m sooo glad he’s going to stay in Delhi.

Oh by the way did I mention how much I talk these days? There comes a point when my throat hurts but I’ve turned into such a hyper thing. Ask Aditii…trust me it’s not easy to handle me single handedly and she does…lol. i appreciate it very much sweetie.

I just realized its going to be midnight and as a matter of fact, I have school tomorrow…so gtg…

Bibi…tc..

2006-07-27T08:47:00.000-07:00

Okay, its not fun believe me to have a cold, be completely burnin not being able to open your eyes and on top of that having to miss all da padhai! I mean if i had to take day off, atleast i should be having fun right? Some times life is so not fair. But i did watch a perfect murder which is quite a cool movie. Yup loads of blood, extra-maritial afaair and that viggo guy is quite cute..
Neways moving on... Guess hu came first in the future cities (blah blah) in skool. Yup it was us (read: me, rads and archa) We kikd some solid nerdy ass. The look on the face of the stupid nerds of my class, when they were informed that 3 girls beat them. LOL. Suddenly everything made so much sense. Sigh.
Moving on, the cute guy at my golf course has some back problem and has stopped coming Which is extremely unfortunate. Considering now i have to learn all alone. Sigh. But oh well i still love that damn sport. there is some diplomat playing with me, who likes to give me unwelcomed advice. i think i've mentioned before how he told me "i needed help" and then ofcourse clarified later by saying "in golf" Hmph..
And ofcourse MUN was a disaster. Read: Rachit Dubey. Have not hated someone that much since Liz Kemp and Rasputin (4 obv reasons) Hehe. Don't expect to be selected. Since the chair didn't recognize me the first day and then the second day i hardly spoke. Oh well. I did participate last year.. maybe IP.
And before i sign off this is to remind everyone.. that my birthday is coming. hopefully people will have the common curtesy to get me something. Lol
love ya
shubhs

some random stuff

2006-07-08T04:06:00.000-07:00

Another dreary beginning to even a more dreary school year. And to all those who don't know, our sections just got shuffled. Aditii and Knshu were put in the same section. While I'm alone.. though i have Karishma with me. But still, this marks a disastrous start of the new academic year. Oh well moving on, as such no developments have taken place in the life of this teenager. Ofcourse, unless you call the starting of Physics and chemistry tutions as highly significant.
Hmm... the sky always seems blue.. and you wonder when its going to rain. I haven't even witnessed one rain shower.. the day before i returned had witnessed the last one. Blasted sun... and our new uniforms.. which make us feel so hot.
I have been watching the world cup avidly... and i reckon France will win.. though Italy seems to have stronger team. But France has better talent. I was quite sad to see the back of Cristiano Ronaldo. His front is much hotter. Lol. To all those people who believe he cheated. Who cares... its a game.. and in sport almsot every one cheats at some point of time. Keeping that aside.. it is true he cheated tho.... o well... the final is on sunday and then the hysteria will be over.
Oh well.. i should leave now... Have to study.. got homework. lol.. its almost sad
Cya
shubhs

2006-07-01T06:28:00.000-07:00

Why is it when i returned gleefuly back expecting to be greeted by thunderstorm and brilliant weather, all i got was humidity and well the summer loo. And don't you dare say it was because of me. It doesn't feel like i have been away for a month.. its really weird... It's like i cant imagine life there.. even though three days ago i was living it. Wierd.
Another revelation the advancement of technology is directly proportional to the complications it causes. Then again I'm sure everyone knew that already. After squeeling a laptop outta the father.. he promptly decided it was time to enter the new age.. that is " Go Wireless." Hence came 2 engineers to try their luck at fixing the damn router. fast forward 4 hours, i sit on my bed doing sudoku.. while the man from airtel tries 10 different positions for the router... almost tangled between the wires.. he seems quite fed up... i sweetly look up n ask him "is it working??" he looks almost scared when i ask him that.. n then with what looks like false determination he answers... "It will work.. I know it will" I wonder who he tries to reassure me or himself... But heavens it did start working.. a very pleased engineer took my signatures on the complaint slip.. and looked quite relieved to walk out from this dangerous.. wireless obstacle creating house... But so was I, pleased I mean, I waited eagerly for my dad to come so i could show off the new system. I guess i wished too soon. Coz as soon as he looked at the system he discovered a whole lotta bugs.. and he took out the whole thing again... mumbling"these engineers tday have no idea about technology" well thats where i came in!

Truly, madly,deeply

2006-06-26T23:06:00.000-07:00

Today I woke up to an excellent weather. For the first time in weeks, I actually wanted to go for a walk. It was that good. My mom sheepishly told me how she had put my shoes for a wash since I had been complaining. Ironically, I wanted an excuse to skip the walk initially this morning and when I did finally get up at 6:30, on account of the beautiful weather, I wanted to go. So, I decided to put my school shoes on. I was only ten minutes into the park when all of a sudden; it started pouring cats and dogs. I mean literally, there was no drizzle at all…it just started pouring like that. And I stood there for five minutes before I actually started walking back home. I got wet in the rain after such a long time and it was so awesome. I am totally in love with monsoon.

I know I’ve been away from the blogging world for quitesome time now. Actually, I’ve written so many essays in the last month that it just drains out the fun of writing. And believe me SAT essays are so not fun. You have to be philosophical/emotional/straightforward/introspective/…I hope you get the point.

Anyway, I’m pretty happy…the school is opening on the 6^th. I miss school like hell. It’s going to be so different this time when we go back. New sections, alien faces, bulky books, f block, ban on unadulterated fun, no SST (I’m not sure if I’m as happy as I thought I would be with this new development). I hope I take it well.
Btw, I finished The Kite Runner yesterday. It makes for an excellent read.

And did I mention how much fun my SAT classes are? I got to hurry before I get late for my class today.

Chalo see ya people.

Have a great day. Bye.

Too late......

2006-06-20T10:49:00.000-07:00

Life was mere existence
A race against fate
That’s what she thought
As she popped in the pills
Without a shred of regret
She looked in the mirror
And shouted that she hated herself
She sat slumped at the floor
And awaited her death
For the last time she sang her favorite song
And reminisced the old days
When fun and frolic was just that
And not a law firm
When the grass was green
And the skies blue
When every day was an adventure
Not marijuana, ecstasy and cocaine
And as her eyelids got heavy
She thought of what could have been
She gasped for air
A funny analgesic
It smelt smoky
One second after that she met her fate
She was hell’s angel
Rendered to ashes, smoke and dust.

Au revoirs

2006-06-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

Heyloz everyone!
Whew, its been a loong time..! So much has been happening. Last one week has been really hectic.
And guess who got BANGS!! not like proper ones.. like a side parting.. i'll upload pics later hehe... ( or u can ask ipsi) ... neways thats what i did today... after my haircut i met Ipsi for lunch.. it was fun... gossipin full blast... then i went to sups place... did those stupid quizes lol.... and finally i went out for dinner to a cuzins place.. where i gt sm wordly advice... how i shud "Enjoy" .... considerin im 16 ... well thats wat cuzin bros are for corruptin yung minds!!!
And btw I'm going to states for 3 weeks with a stop over at Paris. So I'm going to be gone for a long time. Dont worry I'll still blog, will have loads of time to do so. Im not all that thrilled to go. have been having soooo much fun heere. I'm gonna miss everythin.. even though I'm hardly going for any time. I had really started warming up 2 golf. and all the lunches at Barista and Cafe coffee day. And playing life, eating chocolate fudge... all the bitching sessions ......and all those stupid chic lit books. Sob sob... But on the other hand, I am going to meet my sis after a year... and spend time in Paris and shop alot... BUT im gonna miss the dude (discretion required).. hu i mite nevr see agen.. on account of me dissapearing for a month to neverland....
Anyways I should say tata... gottta get up early tommorow... Warning everyone.. You guys better mail me!! Or you'll get nothing when i get back! hehe
Luv ya! Will miss ya!! even the annoyin ones!!
MUah
Shubhs

PS CONGRATS 2 everyone for doin well. We all cud hv done better.... But its okay!!

2006-05-24T01:29:00.000-07:00

6 AM!!! have they bluddy well lost it..!!! Now i wont be able 2 sleep at night!!!! And dare any one tell me its not that bad!!! How the hell can you sleep, when you know in some time yopu are going to get the results of a year long studying!! But While we are at that. BEST OF LUCK to everyone..... well i need it 2.. so best of luck 2 me 2! I'm sure everyone will do well, or we can have a mass mourning session!!!
Loved you till it lasted... (YOu can see Im a total Optimist!!)
Muah

Best of luck!!!!!

2006-05-21T10:10:00.000-07:00

The results will come on 26th .So will our fate displayed on the computer screen. NOT. Ibn is doing a special segment on ‘life after board results.’ Radio mirchi is doing one called ‘results ka bhukhar’ and inviting students to share their anxiety and apprehension. The press however is too busy with the coverage of anti-quota protests. Arjun singh was on devil’s advocate today. He refused to take a stand or reveal anything except the fact that he is a devoted servant of the parliament. Kissa kursi ka typical. He had the audacity to question the authenticity of a study conducted by the NSSO which by the way is a governmental body. Catch the repeat if you have nothing better to do. I hope we all do really well for the simple reason that when you work your ass off for something and you don’t get it, you obviously tend to feel down. Right? But it won’t be the end of the word in case things don’t work out. Toss this on my face in case things don’t work out for me. Yeah, it won’t be the end of the word. I can always go to raju public or do a vocational course in carpentry or a course in make-up designing from pearl. Agrima promised that she would come with me. Ok, that was a bad one. Stephen’s gives a 10% weightage to 10 std results. And to think 10 years from now we will be laughing at the ‘childish fecklessness of the old times.’ The language paper results can be grossly unpredictable though. Not that it matters much in the long run. Frankly what matters is a minimum of 60 in maths. Ok, so I have been bantering on for a long time. I’ll end this post by wishing everyone who’s expecting their results best of luck. I hope you don’t need it!!!!!!!!!! rock on. I hope the heavens open up and all the marks come pouring out!!!!!!

Maul mein sociology

2006-05-15T11:58:00.000-07:00

Having gone to the maul(mall for the semantically challenged), I think I can safely take the liberty of commenting on this ‘substitute world.’ The eventful morning was swathed in yellow sunshine. I woke up at 10. That’s routine. I distinctly remember that I’d had a bad dream. So what’s new???????? My mom asked me to be ready by 11 as we were to leave for the maul per se. I was promptly ready by 11:20 but we couldn’t leave before 12 which is totally my brother’s fault. Why does he have to importune my bathroom with his oh so unwanted presence? He takes eternity to get ready. I hate his guts. He was blaming me. What nerve I tell you!! We were going because he wanted floaters. When we were coming out of nike, I held the door open for this dudette. It’s a totally chronic thing. She was talking on her cellphone and deigned to give me an eloquent glance as if in commemoration of the fact that I were her chauffeur. silence is golden. Wrong, silence can be patronizing. Hence began my expedition. I almost convinced my brother to get a cute pair of pink floaters. The salesman helped me in my noble endeavor. He didn’t take the bait. I got the pair for myself. Yeah, I succumbed to the world of pop couture. I think jug suraiya wrote that everyone between 12 and 24 is a maul brat. He was talking about IQ. Though my affirmation does not hold good/convincing/whatever, the veracity of these lines should not be doubted. We had a meal at pizza hut and three guys about my age were sitting in the vicinity. We were eating in synchronization. I figured they had performed the feat of achieving the ultimate nadir of IQ and I remembered suraiya. And it’s not like they were cute either. Fusssssss. I went to archies to get a card for mothers day. My brother was still pigging. Mom was with him. And the next thing I know is that the guys are back. The fake jewelry section this time. They were embarrassed when I saw them but sought my help anyway. I chose a pair of chunky earrings. The kind I never wear. They bought them. ha ha ha !!!! Conclusion: Sociologists can experiment in mauls

Hitting a birdie and other stories

2006-05-14T08:02:00.000-07:00

When vacations started, my father promptly announced that I was going to start golf lessons. I actually didn't mind until I realized that involved getting up at 6:30-7 am every morning. Nonetheless I felt it would be an experience and perhaps my vacations would seem longer than they normally do (my normal waking time is about 11-12 am, which coming down to hours cuts down my vacations).
Golf has happy memories for me. When I was in the seventh grade, my sister had been at home for whole 2 months. And me, my sis n my mom went along with my dad to play. It used to be fun.. Seeing my mom try her hardest to swing that club and fail miserably. Or that weirdly old golfer who tried to flirt with ma soeur. Or my mom finally giving up one fine day coz she was afraid staying in the sun would make her age prematurely. Yup full of happy memories. One of the most striking incidents that I Remember is when this one time when we were playing, a really hot shot dude came along. With proper golf clothing and shoes. And of course a set of obviously expensive clubs. He came and took the place in front of me. And proceeded to boast to his neighbor how he could almost hit the ball 100-200 yards. He got ready. Took his club out. Adjusted in his position and took an aim. Alas it did go 100 yards but it wasn't the ball. It was the club. As a child of 11 years, this was probably an extremely funny situation for me therefore I think I can excuse myself for throwing my club aside and rolling on the ground laughing. I remember it as a hilarious incident, my parents remember it as an embarrassing one which involved my sister pulling me up and apologizing to the very infuriated golfer.
Now coming back to the present day. I realized I didn't really remember any of it anymore. Hence my coach has started my instruction from scratch. And very unlike wine, my golfing sense hasn't matured with age. Though Im not "very pathetic", I am not extremely good either. On my first class I had hit everything with my balls ants, pebbles, trees, peoples golf clubs... And very narrowingly missing my fellow golfers. I even hit a bird, two birds actually ( 2 which my cuzin excitedly told me "you've just started playing.. How dya get so gud!". Not realizing the birdie I was talking about wasn't the golfing birdie.. Which only extremely good golfers like Tiger Woods can hit but the one which has wings birdie. And yes very reluctantly I did clear his doubts) ! But there were a few things which I did want to hit with my ball but failed too, like the really geeky weirdos who were miserably trying to flirt with me or the annoying man who would start telling me how I needed help (he later corrected himself to emphasize golf help).
O well... I am getting better now.. I don't swing and miss too much. And my coach told me I could probably start at the course soon (2 which I laughed). And there is a really cute guy learning with me. And my mom tries to be nicer to me, now that I get up at time. Yup it all seems to be good (and not just the guy part!)

Pity VS I

2006-05-08T10:07:00.000-07:00

Can this be? Has it been done before? Do others think that it is possible? When you abscond yourself and forsake your independent judgment, you become a zombie and lose your sense of reality. Reality becomes relation. Judgment, recurrence. Creation, plagiarism. Merit, mirage. Pity, virtue. Pity, one of the cardinal evils on earth is portrayed as an embodiment of virtue. I think it’s monstrous. I went for a social service camp and I saw it many people’s eyes. I saw pity. I did not see kindness. I did not like it. Who were these people consoling? Themselves or the people they were seeing? Ayn rand wrote,” It’s easier to donate a few thousands to charity and to think oneself noble than to base self-respect on personal standards of personal achievement.” Do you feel noble when there is an accident in front of your eyes on the road and you turn away in ‘revulsion’ and ‘pity?’ My idea is not to resent these people. I cannot resent them. The only difference between them and us is that we were born lucky. But it is also true that everyone is endowed with the faculty of judgment and choice eventually. I don’t want to pity them. I want to enable them. The day pity becomes an outlet of your incompetence, you will lose your sense of self. Keep it at bay.

2006-05-06T06:17:00.000-07:00

My mom keeps telling me, the real world to be seen is through the eyes of those who dont have what we do. In the past 4 days, that is exactly what I did. I met to a few individuals, who in normal circumstances I wouldn't have been able to. I related to them at a level which even astounded my own mind.
Alot of my batch mates oohed and aahed at the beautiful houses and lushing green at a visit to the SOS Village. What most of them didn't see was the compassion in the eyes of each of the surrogate mothers. SOS Village runs on the concept of a mother taking care of 7-10 children in a home like environment. But these children are given a house to live in. A house made of stone. For the house to become a home is a challenge at a different level. So when I went there, I saw 20 homes, full of love.
Often people connect social service with money. Its true you need money for helping those who don't have it. But sometimes help is not just financial. Its inspirational, its faith, its belief. I consider myself to be quite compassionate but ir ealized i like most people live in ignorance too. Some years ago, Me and my sister were travelling in the car. We had stopped at a red light. A couple of children with unruly hair came and banged at the door. Aware of the beggars scandle I ignored. My sister quietly opened the window and gave them the rest of the packet of biscuits she had been eating. And then she told me "Yeah its true that it is a racket. But they are so small, its not by choice that they are driven into it." I opened my mouth to argue. She cut me off "don't give them money. Give them some water or something to eat. Keep a packet of biscuits in the car. U'll be surprised to know, how they are treated by their masters." And thats what I have done from then on.
Yes you need money to build institutions like CRY, Blind School. But you need compassion, belief faith and empathy to run them.

My first social service camp

2006-05-04T04:48:00.000-07:00

This week's been so incredible. It's witnessed the start of a 2 month long summer vacation and most importantly, our first attempt at full fledged social service. The whole experience has been beyond tremendous. I've tried to capture some of the moments and here is my attempt at reproducing them.
Our schedule got us to a great start at the old age home. I'll never forget Miriam aunty: her stories, her albums, her room, how she had started crying while talking to us, her preferance of Bombay over Delhi!!! and the beatiful time we spent with her.

Above: Ishita(in green), Shubhs, me with Shraddha n Adi at the SOS kindergarten.

Tuesday was SOS Village; almost took us 2 hours reaching Faridabad from our school. But it was definitely worth it. It's basically an organisation for the orphans. There are different houses alloted to each family, which comprises of 8-10 children and a mother. I loved the whole concept and the campus was awesome. It was great getting to interact with the kids and browsing through the houses, which were btw very well done.

Left: Pond(?) outside the SOS kindergarten.

We had Blind School scheduled for wednesday. Honestly, I think it was a huge dissapointment after tje initial two days but an experience nevertheless. We had zero interaction cause the school was on vacations. However, we got a briefing, got the feel of a recording room and a factory room sorts, which has a business of about 15 lakh rupees per year in candle manufacture.

Today, we visited the Tamana Special School and Nai Disha; both of which are for children with autism, etc.
While Tamana deals with mostly kids under the age of 17, Nai Disha is an instute imparting vocational training to special people. It was again one of the most enriching experience.
We went in the bakery at Nai Disha and we realized how much more the special kids knew than we did. Most of us had no idea as to how a cake is prepared!!!

Above: gurl power captured by Aviral!!!

Yesterday, when we were leaving Nai Disha, Aviral wanted a picture with Sharad, who had the wittiest mind to tease people. Naturally, Aviral could relate to him!!
Soon after I clicked the pic, Sharad very innocently asks Aviral,"Are you gents or ladie??"
Agrima and I were completely on the floor, laughing.

Above: a sign board on the Tamana entrance lobby.

So, here we have Sharad and Aviral "pretty boy".

Guess whose back...

2006-04-20T21:24:00.000-07:00

...after an unusually long break from the good ol' blogging world!!!

Unrequited

I cross a bridge
in hope of solace
but as my ineluctable destiny
designs adversity,
a question lingers.

I seek to resist
the appalling change
but the pain is inevitable.
So in the midst of my flight
a question lingers.

I hum a bemused tune,
mystified by time.
And as the ruins of my
previous self pass me by,
a question lingers.

I see a ray of hope
cause it wasn’t long back
that I knew solitude.
Not yet vanquished,
unrequited, that question lingers.

Adversity and Genius

2006-04-17T00:35:00.000-07:00

Shakespeare said,’ Adversity maketh the man.’ Which adversity was he talking about? Adversity-the stigma, adversity-the realization, adversity-the impetus or adversity-the hope? Is genius ‘inspite of’ or because of’ adversity? Hope, joy, pain, love, faith, suffering and adversity-are they just words? They are verbal descriptions of the multifarious emotions of humanity. Adversity is a very repulsive word. It reminds me of ‘terrible fish.’ it is a word which screams self-righteousness. A word which tries to put things in perspective in vain. A word which shames you. A word which shames me because we haven’t felt it. Adversity has not doctored our dreams unlike those of our ancestors. We know neither the zenith nor the nadir. How happy is happy enough? How sad, sad enough? How ignorant, unfeeling enough? How big, big enough? I am not a genius. I don’t know. I hope I never do. I have the gumption to say that even though adversity is a great teacher, I would prefer to not be taught. I would prefer to anchor my ship on my own-in storm and in sunshine with a pristine mind which doesn’t know defeat. Joy is the springtime orange flowers in naraina. Joy is the taste of chocolate. Gloom would be the voice of backstreet boys. Maybe, we’re just small people in a big world. Let’s discover it. La la la………

A total Fiasco

2006-04-15T23:53:00.000-07:00

After a week of deliberation and discussion, me and Rads finally got together to see Rang De Basanti. What followed, was well an evening of fiascos.

For starters, we were 2 minutes late for getting the tickets. The woman in front of Rads got the last tickets. After arguing and inquiring whether there would be any cancellations we made our way out of PVR. Annoyed, very annoyed.
But soon we returned to the same spot to argue with the tikki boy. Again he refused. So after much deliberation and Rads whining. We took Tickets to "humko Deewana kar.." Which had already started (totally rads idea)
So there we were making our way to the hall. But unfortunately I read the wrong audii number. And we found ourselves standing in some hall, with some English movie going on. Wondering what George Clooney was doing in "Humko deewana kar" With the whole audii giving us looks, we ran out in splits. Coz I had realized we were in the wrong hall.. Aint I smart
The laughter soon gave way to anxiety. When I realized while buying the tickets I had not taken back any change. Which was considerable I remind you. So we ran back to the counter to get it. Where the stupid tikki boy, giggled and left to do something inside. And then we heard one of the other tikki boys, assuring a woman that if she waited, there would be some cancellation for Rang de Basanti.
So we went back to the hall ( the correct one this time) And saw the first half an hour of a movie which can easily be called the worst movie I had ever seen. With dumb jokes and even more pathetic scenes. I have no idea how we sat that half an hour.
Then we decided to go to the hall which was showing Rang De basanti. We asked the guy there, if there were any seats available. The guy appeared very sweet. And he told us, incase there would be any free seats he would tell us. So we went back to the stupid movie.
Then when the interval came, we saw the guy. Who sweetly informed us that there were no seats. Disappointed we went to the snack bar hanging around, contemplating what to do. Then the guy appeared again and said there were 2 seats in the front row for Rang de basanti. We were thrilled. Wondering how anybody could be that sweet.
Halfway through that movie (where the music believe me was louder than that auto), the guy informed us that the people who had those seats had arrived. So we got up furious. How anybody could come for a movie, halfway through it. Anyways we made our way out of the audii.
Descending down the steps, this other guy came running to us. And sheepishly handed us a card, trying very hard to not make eye contact told us "Monish(probably the supposedly sweet guy) asked me to give this to you. Its his number incase you ever need to make bookings or anything" And the ran away. Me and rads looked at each other in amazement. Bookings? Right! Thoroughly disgusted we tore the card. And went to Barista.

I know it doesn't sound that disgusting when you hear about it. But when it happens to you, you're like okaaay. Oh well. This is Delhi, after all.

Divide and rule

2006-04-10T12:22:00.000-07:00

‘You don’t give wine and caviar to someone who is starving, you give them dal-roti. You give kurta pajama to a naked man, not a pashmina shawl.’ I quote the words of a lady in this week’s ‘We the People.’ If you give them dal-roti, they will equip themselves to have wine (if the have/develop the taste). 49.5% reservations in some of the premier institutions of our country and other centrally funded colleges is yet another corroboration of the level to which Indian politicians can stoop in their ‘quest’ to garner votes. It is a step towards racism which is against the ‘humanitarian principles which make our country a citadel of secularism.’ I know that you are beginning to get the drift.
52% of our population comprises of OBCs. It logically follows that the majority of the population is ‘backward’, the civilization, the second generation after independence is backward. But lets just stop here and ask ourselves what we mean by backward. Backward in context of OBCs does not mean regressive. If I remember correctly, the Mandal commission enlisted 3741 castes that were deprived of their social and economic rights. The concept in totality is itself backward because Mandal used 1931 data which even in 1980, when the commission was conceived, was backward, let alone 26 years after that!!!!!! Moreover, from the reports I have followed, some of these castes are doing very well. The others are basically farmers. But………..hey, wait a second. What happened to the land reforms, abolition of zamindari system and land ceiling? Had these measures been avidly implemented, there would have not been a need to name these sections of the society in a manner as retrogressive as ‘backward classes’, in a manner which shouts blind childish venom. What scares me is that children are not behind this. The venom is not innocent but unwavering in its intensity.
Coming back to NDTV, I couldn’t catch the whole show because the screen kept saying ‘3641 MHz’ but what I do know is that the section representing ‘backward classes’
Stormed out of the studio during one of the commercial breaks. So ingrained in us is the historical absurdity of an ‘us versus them’ feeling, so artificially strokes are the ‘rivalries’ by the media and purile politicians, that sometimes we forget the very idea of democracy and equality. I am against the reservation because I feel it will lend ‘credibility’ to the appalling process of self alienation (eg. Hindutva) that some politicians have started propagating. Moreover, the drop out rated of reserved SC-ST candidates is shocking in higher education-around 97%. I think we should empower these students by giving them basic education so that they become capable of entering these institutions on basis of merit rather than caste certificates. Flagging of fees can also prove to be an effective method.
Evidently, politicians don’t read Ayn Rand. Plato and Aristotle seem a million light years away.

2006-04-06T09:28:00.000-07:00

So here we are at the end of what I call a well-deserved break. School starts this Monday unfortunately and its back to our droning existence... though there will be some studying, I doubt anyone of us will be serious! Anyways I got some updates
Sports:
Arsenal reached the Semi final of Champions league. Guys this is a hoot. hehehe one of England’s "supposedly just turned weak mortal team" is the only English team left in the competition.. Heeee haaa. And talking about English mortal men.. Their cricket team seems to have a Midas touch.. hehee haaaa. Oh who can resist a barmy army bashing!! Not me at least! They have been defeated by 4-0 lead. Ooh they were awesome matches.. That is if you were an Indian supporter. Though they had their chances of coming back into the game.. They never capitalized on any opportunity.. And it seemed through out all the matches.. Once pieterson gets out all of them fall like a pack of cards... oh well so much the better for us! Oh well love you guys (Indian team of course) keep winning! And I also think Australian captain Ponting needs a reality check and while he’s at that perhaps a piece of humble pie! After a very well fought test series.. Where I think South Africa played extremely well.. He had the audacity to say "Oh they never deserved to win". Well Bugger off racist chauvinistic pig, leading a bunch of sledgy guys (xcept Brett lee of course) !
TV:
If anyone watches American idol... a past check Ace Young saved yet again.. And who ever thinks Chris is good looking well.. Hasn’t seen Ace yet.. He’s tooo cute!! I prefer American Idol to the indianized version.. Which is pathetic... from what I hear the guy with the best voice got voted off. And the three guys who are left look like horses... And aman verma is very annoying.. So are anu malik and his female counterpart.. The only judge deserving I feel is sonu malik..
And in Kasauti.. Lol just joking. Don’t worry I wont go there!
And oh By the way.. The Apprentice is coming back!! YAY!!
Education:
Have you heard of the quota!! Bloody hell all politics. Now politics has also started affecting education.. For all the people who don’t know The Amazing Indian government has proposed 49.5% reservation for minorities in IIM's IIT's!! Quite perfect na. Considering it’s damn easy to forge these documents... and as if getting into these damn places wasn't tough enough!

Okay that’s it from me. And for all those people who are wondering how I feel now (about the Brett lee situation).. I am perfectly fine.. I dealt with it.. Took time but oh well. I am always going to think he’s proof that perfection exists. But I can live! Lol. And considering you've already heard all about the ride of our life "the auto ride" to be more specific. I wont speak into it! But I am only going to add.. There was a point when I seriously thought either I would loose my hearing or the driver would get us killed!
Shubhz

the auto ride

2006-04-06T03:35:00.001-07:00

well rads and me went to shubhis place yesterday and then went to shop to GK and the best part of the entire day was undoubtedly the autoride (we took an auto from GK to get back home ).
the horn for one was straight out of a toddlers squeeze toy and as if tht wasnt enough the music BLARED leaving shubhi quite convinced she wud go deaf by the end of the journey.and to top it all i was sitting in the middle with radhikas beautiful hair lashing on my face every minute!!!
but it doesnt end there coz apparently the autowallah got bored of listening to us(heaven knows if even we cud listen to each other wid tht volume!!)and increased the volume further!!
and then suddenly decides to walk out of the auto in the middle of the red light!then the light turns green and hes still fidlling wid the engine.
and finally we reached saket and shubhi started giving him directions and he then turns off the music thankfully coz we were all trying very hard to avoid the speaker we actually thot tht autowallah had turned it down seeing our reactions but no!! it so happened tht after he understood where to go he ,without warning, started the music louder than ever and if we hadnt reached shubhis house soon after im sure we would have jumped out of the auto laughing!!

This, that and the other

2006-04-01T10:25:00.000-08:00

Our daily lives can easily become filled with stress, pressure and confusion so much so that we can end up…….. feeling like crap. At times it’s the drudgery of everyday, at others, a fight with a friend. The former is easier to overcome. Voila a favourite book, funny movie. The latter can be very dangerous. Anger clouds your discretion and everything you say becomes right and the other person starts mouthing mindless things. This doesn’t happen every day or every week or even every month but when it does……….you know it has. You know it has dented your friendship irrespective of who’s right and who’s wrong. Maybe you’re both right. Maybe you’re both wrong. You are after all different people with different aspirations, ideals and motives irrespective of what the history book says(ha!). Walk a mile in the other person’s shoes before you say no to their request for a new pair. Maybe you took it too seriously. Maybe you weren’t being serious.
Sometimes, you feel disappointed and in despair because someone you counted on let you down. People can fail. Even your best friends or those you love the most can fail. Accept that. If you’re wrong, apologize. It’s better than living with a guilty conscience. last but not the least, don’t clutter your mind with worry, it leaves less room for the good stuff! And as I always do and will say, eat chocolate.

Note: I only fight with my mom and with shubhi both of whom are very special no matter what crap I say when I am mad. Besides, I haven’t fought with either of them for a long time which is why I was able to put everything in perspective with a cool head. I wrote a poem today.

I am singing a voiceless requiem,
A requiem to the past,
I am beckoning the future,
A promising rendition of the past?

Now, I sing a happy note,
I hope it isn’t a lone jaunt,
I hum with care, the crescendo,
Not a distant mirage.

A voice from inside tells me to go on,
I will hark.

ps:I am blogging so often because I don't have much to do. An idle mind is a devil's workshop.

2006-03-31T11:12:00.000-08:00

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

no ke sera sera

2006-03-30T08:29:00.000-08:00

‘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...

2006-03-28T22:29:00.000-08:00

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?

2006-03-28T02:28:00.000-08:00

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!

2006-03-21T23:18:00.000-08:00

"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...

2006-03-21T12:40:00.000-08:00

...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

2006-03-20T08:51:00.000-08:00

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.

2006-03-06T22:37:00.000-08:00

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......

safai

2006-02-12T09:55:00.000-08:00

It was cleaning day today. At the end of it, my mom said ‘photo kheech lo, kisi din dekhna aur kehna ke mera kamra itna neat tha kabhi.’ Evidently she has given up on me on this front. I even have a denis the menace ‘it’s my mess n I love it’ poster on the bathroom door. What? Atleast its better than the one on exemplary toilet habits-which I don’t have. I think being disorganized is ok as long as you know where your mess is. I know that sc. Mess is on the table and bed of the spare bedroom upstairs. Sst handouts and maths sample papers are mixed up and maths books are all over the house. I sleep on one side of the bed, miniature Linda Goodman, vikram seth, tagore sleep on the other with one of the proverbial but sometimes sedentary almost decorative-self-beguiling textbooks. You know I am getting tired of the milky way at the backcover of the sc. Book. I wish things moved in pics as in harry potter world. That would be exciting. I better catch my imagination before it zooms a 100 light yrs away.
One more thing, I am getting tired of the valentine shit. You don’t a need a special day to tell someone how much you love them. Or do you? Maybe its extra special on that day. Maybe it’s a marketing propaganda. How do we know. My mom and dad’s anniversary is on the 14th. Now that’s romantic !!!!!!
Yay!!! We won yesterday. I hope we can replicate the performance t’row. Hope sehwag plays the same
I can’t find my gin blossoms cd. Did someone borrow it?

Our tribute

2006-02-09T09:57:00.000-08:00

It goes as far as this
With no scale to define and
guaranteed; no memory left devoid
Of the time of inexplicable,
unfathomable, unadulterated thrill
So even as this errand stares
right into notre visage
we strive to look ahead.
This is a tribute to our (to-be) freedom,
Our will.
And as the clock ticks away 20 days
we focus on the month beyond
Come April, we’ll squander away
every minute in our best spirit
This is a tribute to our sacrifice,
Our plight.
It comes back to the point
It wanders for a while.
And then the notion
of the copious graveyard shifts
sends shivers down our spines.
But we endeavor to maintain
Our identity, our image.
This is a tribute to our
Inner-active-geek,
Our workaholic days.
Merci.

Apni to pathshaala... masti ki paathshala... la la la

2006-02-06T12:09:00.000-08:00

State of mind: Damn you boards...
Favourit quote: Give me sleep or give me death

Ahh... a new blog entry.. a new case of sorrows. Its interesting that in each students life "S"-orrows always means "S"-tudying. For all those people who had told me that the most one studies is in the last month well... "Bugger off" Coz thats certainly not the case with me.. i presume i was more serious before my half yearlies! For example take tonight after wasting away the whole day almost guilt free.. coz me the unfortunate-poor soul thought "O yay, theres always the 10-2 session" But how cruel life is sometimes... coz guess wat after 11:33 i couldn't study anymore. After doin French and a chapter in math i had reached saturation, my usual bowl of cornflakes (chocos yummy!!) didnt help either... so i switched on baywatch (which comes at 12 n sadly they've started the 1st season again) after watching friends... Yup then went back to some math.. n some french... at 1:20 am Monday the watevr date of feb.. i had had enough so Here i am writing my entry (a little late considerin i had to put away all my books n stuff) Knowing that in six hours i have to get up... to get some fresh air (as prescribed as my bio-engineer sister.. who obviously feels shes done her MD as she goes on to describe how breathing fresh air and getting exercise realeses endorphins or smthn)
O well me now need to get my lazy dog... so that he doesnt wake my mom up at 6am...
Gnite.... au revoir et dormez bien... (trop de francais, je suis desole)
ZZz shubhs Zzzz
Listening to: Paathshaala - Totally Love dat line "Talli hokar girne se, Samjhi humne gravity... ishq ka practical diya tab ayii Ki-larity... No koi padh ne waala na koi seekhne waala"
Apni too paathshaala masti ki paathshaala...

Mom

2006-01-30T01:10:00.000-08:00

My mom is the greatest teacher in the whole world, not because she faces a classroom of 40 sleep-deprived-unwashed students 5 days a week but because what I have learnt from her was not taught to me. I have learnt to live and learn from her. I have learnt to never lose heart. Mother is the ubiquitous axiom in everyone’s life(everyone my age) who knows where to find you when you can’t find yourself, who gives you courage, who tells you that you can, who introduces you to the business of life without being businesslike herself, who always has a story to tell, who is the other in you. My mother actually believes that there is a solution to the problem called
Me- my indecisiveness, my-Einstein-fickle-mindedness (which-believe-you-me-does-not-suit-me-specially-without-the-einstein-brain) besides other things and she tells me so without being taut. I hope that I can give her credit for this. I feel blessed. My blessing is my mother. I have not done anything great in these 15 years and when I read about endless poverty and hunger, deep down I feel guilty. My gain is someone’s loss and of course there is the theory of natural selection and Herbert spencer’s wretched ‘survival of the fittest.’ I read about mothers ending their lives-a harrowing act of terminal despair. It is then that I feel that I must make her proud. She deserves it after all.

I for India of my dreams

2006-01-28T11:24:00.000-08:00

I never realized I loved my country so much, never realized I was so proud of being an Indian.
It’s an awesome feeling to see people around so charged up and working to bring about a positive change.
I guess the most vital part is the fact that so many of us, have started to have a vision, vision of the modern India.
Talking about modern India, it is imperative that I mention how I visualize this modern India: my India is realistic.
I understand how we might never see unity in the true and complete sense.
My India strives to maintain its own unique identity, consuming the positive aspects of the world and ignoring the negative forces.
It spells patriotism.
My India is a dreamer and yet authentic.
Most importantly, my India is my doctrine.

PS. Happy Republic Day!!!

Rumbling of a sleeeeepppy mind

2006-01-25T10:18:00.000-08:00

My doggies asleep
and dont worry my heart doesnt weep
while Aayush sleeps
My practicals went bluh
I dont know why i write in verse
Probably coz im so bored
When heritage makes you wanna migrate
and your moms lectures do something to your psychological state
You know you only get it on
shubhis.life.sucks.of.late

Okay so I am trying to study.. I promise you I am.. I even opened heritage and completed to a certain extent.. (just a bit of architecture)... But some how all my tries are in vain... Its funny actually coz i know the day i realize only one month left for boards I'll be studying 10 hours in a day continously... (or again atleast try). Uwaaiee.. The shock came when my mom decided to have "the talk" about exams ofcourse... Coming from the mother who never asks about my studies.. almost never knows my marks (or which exam i have).. Yeah its a surprise!!! I was like "uhhuu Yah sure..." Then if thats not bad day after or technically tommorow we get results... again not looking forward to it... as clearly visible from my preboard post! Maybe I am going to take someones advise.. and go for a sanyas.. maybe to Madhya Pradesh or something since falling sick is out of the question now... (READ:below my post).. O well its late n me go!

Oh heres something i wrote to bug my wonderful frends (dippin wid sarcasm)
"Charaka se aye hai leke Apni dori... Naach Basanti Naach tu hai ek damn cool CHORI!!"
Okay dont ask me what it is... dont understand myself!!! Its an addition to the gibberish i have been saying for the past few days... !
Shubhs
Listening to right now: Pretty Vegas by INXS... its a bloody good song... someone ever heard it?? Cant say the same about the video just some guy(nt even cute!) stripping... But the songs good. But whoevers listening to it... has pretty good choice.. cough cough
PS. Did any one hear about the glowing pigs!! Its fascinating !!
Here

cake!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-01-25T01:16:00.000-08:00

I made chocolate cake 4 a friend who’s not well. There was no chocolate so I put milo. It was a success, I think. She said it tasted like ‘feeka halwa’ but had it nyway. Look after urself or u’ll end up eating my chocolate cake. so a dim future awaits every1 whose planning 2 fake illness 2 get away from de almighty boards. ha ha ha. watch out-u might actually get sick eating un gateau a ete fait par moi!!!!!!! ha ha ha !!!!!!!!!
vigilance inspector (hoping 4 exemption-he he)

The Legend of the Medival Maratha Warriors by" Great Minds At work"

2006-01-22T08:27:00.000-08:00

Once upon a time they were two beautiful princesses Shubhadra Kumari Chauhan nd n her step sister Raddyz-oda bhai, children of a very famous King Rahul-babar-diwakar-akbar-ud-din-aibak" .
They hav a wiked senapat calld "Chimanlal charlie" n his evil wife "ChimanlalCharlin" Chimanlal charlie is havin an xtramarital affair, wid th princess' nanny "kussum pavitradevi" hu happens 2 b charlins best frend!! Now the 2 Princesses r about 2 get married 2 the love of the lives "Firangi" and "The big F" but what the princesses dont know is that their lovers are khilaofaying gul
One day the king decides to go out to make arrangements for the tents and the ladoos. (for the marriage ofcourse) And the princesses decide 2 pay ther fiances a surprise visit, with loads of chocolates, But to their horror they c them in one room doin sum stuff! shubhadra faints while all raddyz can say "waah". When th fiances c em they are shokd n try 2 reason out bt raddyz says "agli baar darwaza band karke karna"; She proceeds to put water on Shubhadara
n she wakes up. They run off. while da 2 cowards run after em shoutin "humein maaf kardo!"
Then chimin lal charlin hears all this, she decides to tell her husband n best frnd to plan the attack!! The poor sisters have no ideaaa...
But then their trusty servant "Demented Rushi-aa" rajkumari of Gattarjahan. hears of this conspiracy and tells the sisters. Then they try 2 get in tuch wid ther fathr and theyre really scared bcoz th senapati, his wife n th nanny r dangerous ppl. Bt all th telephone lines n internet cables hav bn cut Both of them tired and hungry.. then suddenly like a flash of light... they see 2 "hot" knights n they alomst faint! coz th site is soooooooooooooo amazin!
ther breaths r almost taken away but fortunately both lee n roddick know CPR bt in th end it wsnt really needed (fortunately or unfortunately??) The knights come and pull them up
give them water both of em r widout shirts! (WHoa!) They introduce themselves politly "Me
Im Knight Lee of The oz" then the other says"Im Prince Roddick of the Starry states"
The princesses both flutter their eyebrows and say "My heros!!" they ride in the sunset to their empire
. Lucky for them theyr each just in time to witness the senaptai and nannny marryin. The 2 evil creatures had lockd up chimin lal charlin and were becomin king n queen The princeses rushed and kicked the senapati in kung fu style, the senapati fell bakward and his lip ws bleedin When he saw th blud n got infuriated he chargd 2wrds th princesses. But then came da 2 heroes lee n roddik and They kicked ass th empire is saved! then th king cums bak n sees evrythin goin on
The king sees th big f n da firngi agen doin stuff! n he vomits! and the princesses get married in a beautiful ceremony with lots of laddoos bt then shubhadra kumari runs away frm da alter 2 do samaj seva! while raddyz gets married to roddicks dad but thats another story!!

Written by the Brilliant
Shubhi Nigam and Radhika Malik

Zing Xung Zang and.............well nothing!!!?

2006-01-21T01:11:00.000-08:00

The theory states.. that in everyones life there is a Zing (a pessimistic lofer!) and there is a Zang (an optimistic fool) and then there is a Xung which is you.
Okay that doesn't make much sense.. Dont ask me what it is!!. Lol I'm still working on the theory.. hehe... anyways... The pre boards ended 5 days ago, as u can obviously see... i havent gotten any work done!! I went for a hunt for my Hershey Bars which Dad had skillfully hidden.. had an argument about how i should allowed to go to college abroad..... Called up knshu a cuple of times.... slept.. talked to my sis.... got in touch with a couple of frends........ didnt really study... unless looking at brett lee can be called studying...
So back to my theory.. Xung must mantain a balance between Zing and Zang (read: look above).. Zing normally thinks of the worst.. and needs constant reassurance .. while Zang thinks he/she is the hottest thing on the planet... and keeps pushing you to the limits.. The fact is both can become overbearing but both are impossible to live without. The key is to be able to not only mantain a balance.. but to realize their importance in your life.... For example take me(XUNG) i have a pessimistic in my life (Zing) and an optimistic (ZANG) Now they both drive me crazy... Zing with her pessimistic attitude.. how shes gonna do horribly at this exam n bluh bluh.. while ZAng cant get enough of herself... so what does me the poor child do? Well try to keep both of them at arms length... and not to stay in eithers company for tooo long
neways till then me will cm bac with another part to this saga !

just like tht!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-01-20T07:12:00.000-08:00

many yrs down the line
ill c u and say'hey its been such a long time"
ill look at u in the eye
and wonder why our friendship died
and then we'll walk away again
but deep down inside ill accuse myself for not trying

2006-01-18T23:49:00.000-08:00

So its 12 in the afternoon.. and well i am still in my pj's got up like an hour ago.. yesterday well was awesome fun ... i guess.. but the end of the day sure had a turn of events... I guess things have a way of turning horribly wrong sometimes.. And i wish i could fix them but when things arn't in your hands its just impossible.. And i have realized something maybe we r just too yung to take anything seriously.. I mean you could feel awful at one point of time and you could be laughing your head off at another... neways before i put something i found.. and fell in love with.. i'll just like to say... its easy when other people keep joking but suddenly when you start, it becomes a fuss.. I would like people to not take offense about anything we write.. coz after all this is just a blog where we r suposed to bicker and have fun.. the day it turns into something else i guess i'll be the first one to leave.. any ways sorry to anyone who had been hurt... but please sometimes stop thinking about yourself and reflect on what you have done to others beforehand.. and then you'll see that maybe no one actually did anything to you...

i heard a little voice
telling me to shut up
i heard a little voice
telling me it wasn't my fault
i heard a little voice
telling me it wasnt me
i heard a little voice
trying to explain every single thing
i heard a little voice
to listen for a second
i heard a little voice
frustrated with me
i wish you heard that little voice
perhaps then you'd understand
it wasn't perhaps only you
but me victimising myself too
so when you decide to listen
and not just hear it alone
come and sit by me
maybe then you'll hear that little voice
then you'll know it was just actually me

love shubhs

2006-01-17T08:33:00.000-08:00

the evening was promising-a picturesque mosaic of poetry n beauty. It was the sound of silence beckoning to me. The magnetism was palpable but I fought it n closed my groggy eyes again. I hit the sack n slipped in2 oblivion-in2 the arms of mindless slumber.
I had a strange but happy dream (thnx 2 my rich fantasy life-who else has happy dreams at 4 pm?). it was raining n I was running-for the heck of running. There was no 1 around n I tasted freedom. I knew joy n of course that song ‘I-want-2-break-free’ by queen-1 of my favourites these days besides u2 ofcourse.
It’s kind of paradoxical actually-feeling rejuvenated in the dream but bone lazy in reality. We’ve been studying 4 so long waiting 4 the exams to end. We’ve been pushed 2 the end of eternity, 2 the bottom of a chasm, 2 the edge of an abyss in the past 10 days n now that the exams have ended, I feel I don’t know what. I think it’s a lethargy born out of not knowing what to do but knowing it all the same. I can always fall back to reading something-snuggle with a book or 2 4 the impending night in my cozy bed. That’s every1’s domain. So I’ve picked up ‘the world is flat’ n ‘da vinci code.’ The latter’s 4 revision.
Actually, I feel bohemian (I’m not wearing hippie clothes but my 2nd skin jeans n favourite pink sweater). That’s it. Eating icecream n listening 2 awsum rock music(pearl jam, u2 n led zepellin).I mean who wud not? nobody under normal conditions but every1 if they've been studying 4 10 days. Almost all of pearl jam’s songs are appealing. I think there gr8 but u guys don’t hav 2 take my advice-u can choose 2 do ur-‘i-want-2-break-free'In ur own way.
joy 2 the world

2006-01-16T08:07:00.000-08:00

How to Ruin your pre-boards!!!
This is a some step guide. To the perfect way of ruining a not very difficult pre board

Study everything.. Just leave the most easy part.. And i assure you thats whats going to come
Have a horrible French vocabulary and write stuff like (translated in english) "the blood attacked the blessed man" or "she searched for the tickets in her angry purse"
Commit mistakes in Income tax.. believe me its like a wholesale market.. (for loosing marks of course)
Write utter nonsense in writing skills... very good trick mind u...
Mess up your formulas!! (specially the tSA and CSA)
Waste all your time on difficult diagrams while studying, and in the end not remember the easy ones!!
Make sure you get up at 8 instead of the scheduled 6
And the master of them all... Believe a pre board can be tough.. so that when a easy one comes You suck at it

For more advise Contact me!! My expertise in this field is oceanic!! Either due to my extreme dumbness or my feeble-minded attempts at trying to give a paper. For now... i shall leave.. in the hope of ruining another easy paper... and bringing knowledge and expertise and perhaps another point to the list.
Muaah

Knsh's theory of survival

2006-01-16T08:04:00.000-08:00

Okay maybe it isn’t Independence Day after all but oh well.
I’m going to keep it short and sweet cause I have no intentions of flunking tomorrow’s IT exam.

So, on this special occasion, which (in all practicality) marks the beginning of board preparatory leave, I have come out with a theory.

Knsh’s theory of survival states that; sheer determination (two cups café au lait and one mug of black coffee) is directly proportional to the composure that can be perpetually preserved, when one is made aware of impending ten chapters of science to be finished (for an exam the next day) at precisely seven o’clock in the evening.

In other words, I slept for two hours yesterday.
Hehee…

Musings of an exhausted soul (oh shut up rds)

2006-01-12T07:40:00.000-08:00

ahem.... oh well yeah you must be wondering what the hell am i doing 1 day before my pre board blogging.. After 2 fine-fine exams and 1 pathetic exam.. my will power has given into my tired brain.. who now wants my big mouth to talk.. lots of strange things have happened recently.. from us discovering the y chromosme theory (how males are asses), to some weird guy singing songs, to staying up till 1am b4 math preboard talking, to me teaching my dog to waltz instead of doin math, to me bumping into someone elses big F and then being happy for a looong time, and ofcourse me floating in the school sweatshirt (its huge) , to being pampered by my parents since they think they are neglecting me (which isnt bad) yeah and as you can see the list is quite endless...

Another development in my life, is my mom starting to work in the office.. normally she used to work from home.. But since she has joined this place.. my life has become so beautiful.. i can do whatever i want when shes not there and whatever i want even when she is (since shes so guilty) Now i know how it felt for the people of india on 15th august. "agar jannat dharti pe hoti to.. hast hoti hast hoti" (Diwan-i-khas in Red fort, 2 much heritage im sorry) Complete freedom its nice one should try it sometime..

I have come to the conclusion... believing you can wake up at 6 in the morning and study is completely ridiculous unless you have SSt when in that case you cant sleep the whole night.. yeah once i got up at 8 once i think 7 ...... and its even funnier when i try between exams coz the earliest i have gotten up till now is 10.. (which is quite good once you've seen my record)

and now for the finale.. finally come up with i think the best theory ... (k rads contibuted too) The Y chromosome.. i think its time one stops blaming poor guys for being asses... Its just in their genes... being dumb.. singing songs.. can never be serious.. and ofcourse say stipidest things.. and ofcourse they easily think you are in love with them, and did i say attention seekers too?? But then again not their fault.. their damned genes.. if they were any better they would be female.. hehe... okay as a truth they are exceptions but mostly they just have lots of estrogen... ( k maybe not brett lee... but oh well he is toh just god) okay fine maybe there r some nice guys ie brett lee.. but well exceptions exist too... hehe like u no whome...

Oh wells I must go now to humble dwelling.. that is my table which houses my books which have dust all over them... and perhaps study a chapter or two.... (jhak marne keliye na) and maybe after that look one last time at brett lee.... and then maybe kiss my doggy gudnite... n msg rads to have st***my dreams.. n then go 2 sleep... (i no u didnt need al tht.. but oh well.. hehe)
u no u love me (or perhaps not)
shubhz

2006-01-05T09:53:00.000-08:00

Things I've understood recently (plz get my tone)

Aarushi
why we have gotten onli 2 days for science
how i spent 190 bucks of my balance in 7 days (ans: Radhika Malik)
how radhika 500 bucks in 10 days (ans: not me ofcourse)
How G^ is suposed to be funny
How my parents actually believe I am studying at night
How being in a complete nerd class was actually so much fun
How Heritage was completed in a week
Why Aarushi makes so much sense
How people can stay offline 4 more than 2 days

Oh well.. pre boards are well 3 days away... already getting the best ol luck msges... n ... hmmm.... n if i had a crystal ball.. it wouldn't be 2 bright... After major arguments with the parentals.. I decided to stay off da net and instead comcentrate on studying.. While yesterday i did succeed. today i had to give up.... too much 2 ask frm an addict like me... But i did get some stuff done today... well some atleast... ahem ahem... anyways going to sign off.. unless the parentals decide to check up again on what their rebel of a teen is doin...
u no u love me (or u dont)
shubhs

Date Sheet

2006-01-05T05:48:00.000-08:00

While social studies has caught a never-ending path, forcing me fill my room’s walls with papers reading the knotty names of Indian heritage, oil fields and what-not, which stare right into my face while I take a break and switch onto the dear old internet.

I, by the way, dear readers, did contemplate putting “The-rest-of-the-world-is-studying” posters near the main switch of my computer (life saver, if I might add). However, my mom suggested keeping my bright plans for the biggie: February.

And as the nights have turned into days, my mom has suggested seeing the doctor. What with the sleeping disorders, she says! What she doesn’t notice is me dozing off to sleep around the noon time. Perfect.

On the other front, the board date sheet has been released and contrary to popular belief, it is quite good, except the little French-Science part, I guess.

The CBSE Board Date Sheet (Class X):

2nd March: SST
6th March: IT
9th March: Mathematics
13th March: Sanskrit
17th March: French & German
20th March: Science
24th March: Hindi

27th March: English

I leave you with this till the end of the pre-boards. And then I shall see the dear blog again.

Jan 1

2006-01-02T10:40:00.000-08:00

1 Jan 2006
5:15 pm-we(my brother n i) return from tennis. I am shit tired n hungry. Go for a wash. Stairway to heaven n highway to hell simultaneously playing on the background.
5:45 pm-I ask mom if the fruits in the fruit basket are washed. She says yes. I grab a ‘what-looks-like-a-golden apple’ and bite it……..no attempt to bite it. It turns out to be a…………….guess what? A cosco cricket ball. Goodbye stairway to heaven. It feels like I have taken a ‘highway to hell’ and I hear a voiceless requiem playing in the background. Half a second later I come out of this inconsequential reverie courtesy my brother’s giggles. I take an eraser and hit him with it using ipsita’s-rubber band technique. It hits him on the stomach and I congratulate myself-shot of the millennium. i see determination and anger (lethal combination-if u no what I mean-if u have a younger brother)on his face and run for my life. I lock the door after reaching the safety of my room. Start studying (civics for the first what?2 minutes followed by brett lee on my soft board)
6:00 pm- I come out in search of chocolate biscuits(there goes my nu yr resolution but hey…..whatever) and the clever fox is waiting….. waiting for the bait. He uses the same technique. The eraser hits my kneecap(clever guy, huh? But there is no kneecap reflex action). He is happy and the matter is resolved. I find my chocolate biscuits but decide to have grapes instead. I wash them and head back to my room and start solving a maths sample paper. Civics notebook looks mournful and I put it away promising to start afresh tomorrow.
The grapes by the way were sour.

That was my day. Hope u guys had a gr8 1st jan and may this yr bring us all gr8 results. Did any1 check out enya’s nu album?
Aarushi

Happy Diwali

2005-12-31T09:09:00.000-08:00

Hello world,
Happiness is contagious. I am in mood to start an epidemic.
HAPPY DIWALI

Now the serious part. Sorry if I’ve been mean this year, I’ll try n change things. Pleeeeeeeez forgive me, I can’t stop lovin u (ya ya I know u know it’s bryan adams). my new yr resolutions are
1 to be less mean and sarcastic(no, I am not drunk)
2 to like history n geo (I’ll write I luv his n geo again n again-reinforcement therapy based on the fact that u can LITERALLY hypnotize urself into believing what u think-but that’s just literature n my nu yr resolution)
3 to blog regularly (don’t kill me 4 this)
4 to decrease my chocolate intake

my mom, she’s so funny !!!!!!!!!!!!! I told her dat I’m gonna fail sst and she said dat I’ll get 99 n then we both doubled up. It was so fuuuunny !!!!!!!!! I luv mommy even though im mean to her sometimes. This yr I’ll try n be disciplined for her.

I’ll miss u 10d !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean every1. it’ll never be the same again. We are such an awsum class!!!!!! The 2 yrs gone by were gr8 n I’ll truly cherish them but all the same i’m really looking forward to the next yr. every1 says life is tough in 11th but u no what, I want to be there, live it, breathe it. If it were so bad, how come so many ppl make it thru? Happiness and success are not relative. True that light wud not be light without darkness but my barometer is internal. Whatever I do, I’m gonna luv doing it(g’bye sst n French) irrespective of what ppl say n I wish u guys the very same. Go 4 it guys. Go 4 the kill, it’s within ur striking distance.
Happy diwali once again. Say no to crackers.
Aarushi

2005-12-31T02:34:00.001-08:00

Stupidest things you could ever do

Send someone elses messages to someone else (patricularly embarassing if u send it 2 da person u n ur frend were talkin bout)
Actually telling your parents what you want to do in your life
Walking on the streets during holi
leaving your dog in your room alone on diwali
Letting your parents drag you off to some relatives shaadi
Letting your sister experiment on your face
Letting your frend experiment wid his camera
Giving your password to your frend (sometimes its just bloody dangerous)
Messing up theorums in math

And the biggest of them all

Letting your parents help you wid math!!

So, it ends here...

2005-12-31T02:34:00.000-08:00

Just day before yesterday, rushi had called up. And after quite a considerable amount of time did I talk for over an hour and a half on the phone (Oh! The good old days…). Quite predictably, the conversation covered, for most parts, physics concepts, numericals, heritage (history chapter) and how it was homicidal.

She went on to mention how intricate concepts were covered in DPS Dwarka. That promptly reminded me of a dear friend, A.
A had been in my previous school before both of us moved on, she to DPS dwarka and I to DPS RKP. However, that’s beside the point. After leaving that school, we’ve only contacted each other twice and that’s where it ended. There was no fight, no argument. It just didn’t go ahead. Somehow.

This kind of played on my mind for a while before I was reminded of Y. She had been the only one, besides P, to have made an effort to stay in touch. Now, I have no idea where Y is. And it’s been my fault all along cause somehow I never got around to realize that I would regret this. And when I did, it was too late. She’s moved on and no one knows where she’s gone. I remember being desperate to apologize but maybe, it wasn’t meant to be.

HELL-O

2005-12-29T10:59:00.000-08:00

Hey every1!!!!!!!!!! im back after a lOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOng hiatus. so what are guys doin?readin,singin, dancin, shoutin, screamin, jumpin, crawlin?thought so. told ya.ESP spells it. I am totally flunkin histry. Useless subject. harappans aren't my relatives u no?i'll stop carping then.
Life is movin at snails pace minus tennis. ya im stilll goin courtesy mommy. lookin forward to indo-pak cricket n aussieopen. is safin playin or what? hope he is. long live espn(and * sports,10 sprts, disney, cartoon netwrk,hbo,ndtv).life would be a barren desert without these, specially in these tough times. im sure u empathise with me.
read de follwng somewhr, liked it
There's no story behind it,
it is split like a second, it hinges around itself.

It has no future,
it is pinned down to no past,
it's a pun on the present.

It's like a little yellow butterfly,
it has taken these wretched
hills
under it's wings.

Just a pinch of yellow,
it opens before it closes
and it closes before that.

VIVRE POUR LE MOMENT. (minus the historic harrapans,aryans etc-dont no more)
Aarushi

2005-12-17T23:26:00.000-08:00

Ahem Ahem So... a whole year and one day... We have come a long way.. When we started, we were just joking around. But over the whole year.. its become a part of our life. Though for the last few months we havent been consistent. But thats coz we are lazy asses..!!!! Anyways on a light note... afetr 365 days over 200 posts, 1 new member over 1000 n more visitors.. We have finally come of age.
Its been loads of fun. boring every1 wid our stuff n even more fun seein all the pics we have put up.
So ppl.. love ya loads... n this is 2 another year ... this year will probably be the hardest to us.. boards and seperation.. So heres the new Year on a high note... Lets hope, we always stay like this..
Loads of love
Shubhs

2005-12-16T07:46:00.000-08:00

Ahem... So... ahem.... So i am supposed to be studying right now.. but it doesn't take a stroke of brilliance to figure out that I am not.. Pre boards are not too far away.. but for some reason.. well.. ahem... me not being able to study. I had written before, that I have alot of problems studying on my table.. My eyes usually (and they arnt Defected!) wander of to this really hot picture of brett lee (u no in the sherwani with.. ok i'll stop) or i start getting cravings for Belgian chocolate ( I know what you're thinking Radhika.. so dont even say it!) And ofcourse it doesn't help matters when you are all alone at home.. with no parents to restrict your freedom (HAHA) So when Characteristics of Dynamic Equilibrium started looking like greek and latin. I decided it was high time i shifted somewhere else... My bed to be more specific... In my warm cozy blanket ... but it didnt take me loong to realize .. it wasn't the smartest thing to do.. Coz before i could even finish tht bloody dynamics para i was fast asleep... in my cozy blanket.. in my bed... at 12:30 in the afternoon...
Well so much for pre-boards...
signin off.. shubhi

My pix also!

2005-12-10T07:58:00.000-08:00

Ok this is totally nt fair! you guys have put all ur fotos now im gonna force u 2 c sum of mine as well! HA!

This is a pic of me wid sum wonderful ppl of my class- 10J!

And this is a pic of me wid sum of th wonderful ppl of my 'other' class- 10 D!

2005-12-10T02:11:00.000-08:00

2005-12-10T02:09:00.000-08:00

falling on top of each other: not to be taken in the rong sense

2005-12-10T02:08:00.000-08:00

knshu n me

2005-12-10T02:07:00.000-08:00

the whole class.... frm left 2 rite: agrima, khanna, knshu,karishma, me, addi, akshara, isha

December 10

2005-12-09T06:36:00.000-08:00

Come one, come all.
It’s the fourth winter fall.
Tomorrow yours truly
Turns four in this divine
Institution of dipsites, unruly.
A treat all will get,
It’s the Saturday picnic
At Jamali Kamali.

THE FANTASTIC FOUR

2005-12-02T08:07:00.000-08:00

Pics taken on the birthday of the most fantastic of them all- ME!!
A pic with a drop- dead hottie in the background!!I dunno why my eyes keep wandering over to the back!

Long time...

2005-11-27T08:58:00.000-08:00

I’m sorry but I couldn’t help thinking about it…this sad irony of life.

I couldn’t help thinking about the fact that when the winter winds would be sweeping over the northern hemisphere and when very so conveniently people would be taking out their hot water bottles to stay in bed and enjoy their winter breaks, there would be another section of 15 (±1) year olds, who would be hopelessly sitting and mugging up even more hopeless chapters. I write not to stir your softer selves. I want no sympathies. But a prayer would do.

There was a time when winter vacations spelt fun and loads of coziness and comfort. It implied Christmas parties and tons of gifts. And it entailed shopping (frown). Yet, this year, it means no more than staring into some preposterously written books on Indian agriculture (for heaven’s sake!!). I’ve never known this feeling. I have not been, as yet, deprived of my rightful winter sleep so awfully. There are many things in life that money can’t buy. For everything else, there’s money. Sigh.

This season might not see much of me. This season, when this blog (in all high spirits(?)) completes it’s first year it won’t see much light. For we would have our pre-boards lined up and if God be so gracius (detect sarcasm), pre-pre-boards. And our priorities set (detect {aa}rushism). But well, who says there are people who don’t go through that phase. I have interesting things (detect sarcasm) to look forward to. One month of giving boards.

I know I would have probably said this like a million of times but just to reiterate how poor my intuition is, I never thought 2005-06 would ever come. Somehow, never crossed my mind that I would see this time. Anyways, that’s life. When you’re busy making other plans, it hits you. And I have no idea how that makes sense.

2005-11-17T04:50:00.000-08:00

So time after time we keep talkin about the weird g^'s in our class.... not once explainin why we have actually branded those hapless souls (read:wannabe be male!!)... Today i have decided to bring all the skeletons out of the closet.. and tell everyone.. Why we arn't some incorrigble meanos... but are actually intellectuals of the highest kind.. who have given names to some mind intellectuals of the lowest kind( if u mind me saying so)

The Legend Of G^

Once upon a time... there were some very intelligent nobles... having a flair for discovering the truth... don't worry this isn't a story about a princess and a frog but even better. About a very confused kingdom where these very intelligent nobles went. This kingdom was seen as the most intelligent of all kingdoms with some very apt courtesons.. In this kingdom of high priests, the army was quite eccentric.. lead by a very woolly headed knight.. This knight had some special qualities, he was a self confessed philander. Philandry nothing special about that right?? But the astonishing part was, it was with men! And those also of his own army... NO No don't get wrong ideas..it was his army, who was quite wild about him.., he no no... he liked to feign that he was a quite ladies man... But the nobles knew better.
Now this was a time when homesexuality wasn't a taboo.. but society was harsh.. society was cruel and society was terrible.. Though the nobles supported homesexuality to the full, but who can give up the chance of making mockery of an airhead knight? What were they blockheaded? So they did.. all in good intentions. They decided to personally knight this frightened knight ( of revealing his feelings) with the coveted title of "G square" which meant gay gentleman. This coveted title was later won by many other generals in this army. But the knight so outraged by this sudden and abrupt rise (read: nobles) calling him homo. He acted like quite a goosy. And ignored it all (which i must admit though dumb but very good sportingly). So while his applause dies down.. many other a genral rose to even higher heights.. And to talk about hipocrisy.. he too started making a mockery of this one patircular general.. who was clearly devoted to his excellency. When sad situations like these take place. The articulate nobles butted in and decided to show the knight his respectful place in society. Which they continue to do so. So they now all live happily ever after. ( except the knight who is still desperatly trying to get the females back)

The END!

Moral: Need I say more???

da carnival

2005-11-14T02:56:00.000-08:00

hello

the carnival was so much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i no for sure tht evy1 will agree wid me coz it was 1 of the best carnivals ive had in da skool.
im really glad tht v hav carnivals but really sad tht its over.i guess i got carried away i dint want it to ever end!!!but all good things come to an end and now all i can look forward to is harry potter 4 and da picnic!
rite now its just the sst test which i and rest of class 10th is So not looking forward to.

but apart from this

HAPPY CHILDRENS DAY

to evybdy coz deep down inside evy1 is a child and this day u can bring it out(this to all the oldies and adults!coz im still a kid)
and 2 all the ppl hu dont hav carnivals

im sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Memories

2005-11-12T06:12:00.000-08:00

Well this is the first time I'm actually typing out something I wrote but anyway....

Memories

I remember those days
And they make me smile,
But I can't help but feel sad
And long to go back all that while.

I remember those times,
And I'm ready to do anything
To be able to live those moments again,
Though I know things can never be the same.

Every smile or tear is going into the mind as a memory
And each passing moment is becoming a thing of the past
But we have to learn to enjoy every moment,
Experience the joy of things till they last.

Memories never fail to bring a smile on my face one moment,
But the very next moment they bring a tear in my eye.
I sometimes think those things never happened and I was just dreaming,
But they're the things I never wanna let go,
Coz without memories life would have no meaning.