Interesting me

Bet - make a head out of it!

2012-02-10T04:44:00.000-08:00

God I hate this NEW POST page.. and I literally mean it.. man.. it just squeezes out all the good ideas in you.. never mind.. hmm... so what was i gonna write?? (scratch- scratch).. omygosh seee its happening.. seriously i dont have the trickle of an idea whether this is absent mindedness or its like some things just have idiotic faces that say "han han! no you dont wanna do this! do you?" Really,sometimes I just feel like throwing pebbles..uh huh.. boulders over unpleasant things! You take up something in a mindblowing spirit.. some work or a book or a new song and something unbelievably annoying comes and says "Excuse me(literal meaning: You are not allowed to have a peace of mind.)". This is not one bit exaggeration.. coz that's actually what I am up to these days.. Its called "Mission - Blocking" yeah ... right Its definitely not "raindrops on roses n whiskers on kittens", anymore.... I am just blocking my daydreams or should I say trying to... One minute I pore over history of nationalism struggling to figure out why Prussia fought for German Unification while the next minute I am in tights and flats dancing ballet... ridiculous isn't it? I mean is this flu ever gonna end.. sleeping in daylight? chewing hard... at soft things.. lips, nails, skin and even pig tails... lifting an eyebrow... damn stressed out.. phew..... And literally screaming out the million dollar "Iam-fed-up" alphabets "O......M....G.."
But I have to say that.. its time.. sure it is.. coz I can't bear it any more. How long am I gonna use daydreaming or music to solve my problems? To me.. life is manipulative.. nothing ever occurs without a solid motive.You run and run and keep on running to reach an end and finally, the end comes and says.. April foool.. I am not the end... go on and burn some more calories fatty... ooh ooh that's another situation where you feel like ripping your arm off just because you'll have something to throw at..
So coming back to the "its time" thing.. I wanna challenge my problems.. ok fine.no exaggeration....just "solve" my problems....just "kick off its ass"... just "get rid of it".. "just sell it out" (breathe.. breathe) .... But believe me ... daydreaming is a bug not a drug.... so I just need to grab that "I can do it - bugspray" and hoolaaa successss! here I am!! By the way, is it available in the store next door?

The difference...

2011-10-22T08:29:00.000-07:00

"Why are beggars called so?", I asked my mom curiously, seeing a small child begging outside the door. "Because they don't have anything to eat or wear.", she replied. "But why?".

"Because they don't have amma and appa like you have." I had asked this question to my mom when I was in 1st standard. I still remember how I used to carry a one - rupee coin whenever I visited the railway station or the temple. It used to make me proud giving out the coin to a physically challenged person or some wailing woman with a baby in her hand. The idea of serving others and getting their blessings would fascinate me a lot. But time passed and as I started going to school, I forgot all about helping others and allother blah blah. Instead we were taught how cunning beggars were and how it was wrong to encourage them by handing out money or food. Today, after a long time, I met up with some small children begging at my door. Their hands and feet were so small that they couldnot reach the doorbell. So they started knocking. Usually I don't open the door to strangers since I am alone in the house most of the time. But today as mom was leaving she called out for something and I had to go downstairs. Seeing me finally open the door the little ones got excited and started screaming with excitement, poking each other. I got a bit scared as I was afraid that they would enter the house. They started asking me," Aunty, kuch khane ko do na..." . I hesitated a bit as I remembered what was taught to me. I yelled out to mom that I was being disturbed by them. My mom got emotional and said, "Paavam.... give them the pulav after you have taken your share..." I was astonished to hear mom say so. But I recalled my past experiences and felt ashamed of myself. I hurriedly went inside and gave out the pulav in a plastic plate. They came out running with happiness, their eyes hungrier than their stomach. Seeing food, they grabbed handfuls of it. I shut the door and went out to the balcony. I smiled at them seeing them digging their tiny hands into the pulav. That moment, I felt sooooo bad that it's difficult to express. I realised how fortunate I was that I was born with the boon of having a mom and dad who have always been able to fulfil my wishes and needs, who love me a lotttttt...... This is fate, I thought.... The difference between the fortunates and the unfortunates......

???????

2011-10-16T06:58:00.000-07:00

School's brimming with activity... co - curricular sessons, housewise competions, sports day along with assignments, homework, tests, and the best of all...... picnic. It's the last term when these activities add up to your already existing long list. Really, being a 10th standard girl is something different! It's like nothing is ever dull at all. Either it's too exciting or or its too frustrating. But it can never be boring. Taking my case, for example, being a house captain, collecting lists, thinking about group act ideas, chatting with my friends, going to tution, studying(rarely), completing HW, playing and having fun takes up most of the time of my day. I love being cheeerful, avoiding things that upset my mood as my mood is most precious to me. I forget things in a microsecond. And when I make up my mind that I would be more careful the next time, I just end up forgetting to remember. But I like this mess... I like eating food but I don't want to be fat. I want to study well - before the exams but its more effective only one day before. I hate eating tablets but I want to be strong. I make every problem solutionless. I mean, people using try to solve things right away. What's the kick in it? I like complicating it more and then solving it. That's what's called an acheivement. Every day is huge..... yet so small. Things come, things go... The only thing that is never constant is.... me. My velocity of thinking changes, my mood changes, my habits irritate others, my insincerety drives people mad, but I am me and I always will be.....

Olympiads n stuff

2011-05-28T07:56:00.000-07:00

I'd never thought of becoming a "sci-math" thinker but I was forced to in these 10 days! Actually, we (I along with my friend) attended a JSOJMO (Junior Science and Maths Olympiad) programme held at Anushaktinagar, Mumbai. It was meant for all AECS school toppers from all over India. In the beginning, the lectures bored the hell out of us. Really, sitting at lectures for almost 12 hrs a day, with breaks only for meals do seemed like a tedius task that we had to go through each and every day. Besides, it is very difficult to prevent your eyelids from dropping down when something serious is being taught and you are expected to pay full attention. So the first 7 days went so. It felt like the teachers were teaching themselves and not the students. Every hour a person walks in with a ppt presentation and starts reading the presentation using a mike; and we sleep comfortably with open eyes throughout the lecture. Some teachers were really hilarious. For instance, the algebra teacher, always used to teach what not to write in the exam. His most famous phrase "some poor istudents" was a scream amongst everyone. He would begin with "Some poor istudents think that the declaration part......", "some poor istudents don't know where to...." and so on. But the only lectures we adored were the enrichment lectures where intersting teachers would come and teach with good videos and other stuff. But after the 7th day, when the exams got over........

We began doing the most idiotic things we'd ever done in our lives. After dinner, girls from all schools started loitering around the corridors troubling everyone by making a lot noise. The real fun was in knocking people's doors and running away. And then we would have a cheery laughter after poor confused kids opened their doors to see who had knocked while were hiding behind the corridor. Hence, we started making friends with people from other schools through these joint mishaps. Finally we all got very close to one another and began playing in our room (myself and friend's). I would certainly miss those wonderful days when we went to breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner together carrying our meal coupons daily, when we fought for the frontseats in the bus, when we drank Amul Kool everyday after the 2nd lecture, when something or the other would get spilt over my uniform and it would be the "disaster" of the day and when we would play about in the name of combine studies until 1:30 at night! This was an awesome experience and that too a first one. While leaving all the wonderful friends I had made there, I had to blink back the tears in my eyes; hoping that we would keep in touch and meet each other again.... Truly , I'll cherish those moments, forever.

Riots, episodes and fun!

2011-03-21T05:47:00.000-07:00

As soon as the wretched paper got over, a hoard of girls came running out madly and started throwing pink, red and blue all over. Obviously, such madness can take place only at my school! We girls really are a sort of grown-up kindergarten stuff. The blow we got when we realised that holi clashed with our exams was really high. But we decided to compensate for it and played Holi today. A day later, but Holi is all about having fun, isn't it? I had somehow predicted today morning that girls would surely play about so I came all prepared carrying pink colour and wearing my old white dupatta instead of the regular one. My mom would sue me if I stain any of my uniforms whites. So, we chased each other and ran wildly. Even our teachers got scared and went home through the back gate of our school. Some of our teachers even started pleading like we were "dadas" and they were asking us permission to cross our area.That pleased us a lot! When I somehow think about various episodes that occur in my day to day school life, it seems to me that we girls are really getting kiddish rather than getting mature. For instance, our recess games might seem totally stupid to all since we play games like 'Fire in the mountain', 'running and catching', 'hide and seek', ' Pinky pinky, which color do you want?', 'chewing gum', etc. I still remember that once, while playing 'pinky - pinky' , I jumped into a heap of garbage to find red color when I was wearing a red wrist band. As I jumped in, all my friends jumped over me thinking that I had found red. As our VP ma'm always says before taking us to a school trip, "NO HOOLIGANISM,PLEASE!' By that time half of the people might be scratching their heads, wondering what was 'HOOLIGANISM'. Having not understood, they would carry on, ignoring her high class English. Last week, we were taken to NPCIL, where our dads work. It was supposed to be an educational trip. But no one bothered about education or any other blah blah. When we were shown a ppt presentation about the working of the nuclear power plant, the room got filled with loud yawns deliberately produced to irritate the presenter. Poor uncle got really nervous and started stammering. While returning back, girls rushed over to catch the back seats and started singing songs. We nearly killed some English songs by adding Hindi stuff into it. Even our teachers couldn't help smiling. So coming back to Holi celebrations; after playing for about an hour we came home as museum antique pieces, with red face and blue hair. Well, the blue hair thing looked really hep! That was dashing! Finally, we ended our celebration with pepsi cola and returned home! Cheers to the gang of girls! Wonders will never cease....

The mega update

2010-10-09T00:35:00.000-07:00

I know that I am actually getting insincere towards blogging. Just one of my "moods". Well, I've talked about it too often, I suppose. But coming to the update, I've completed Half - Yearly exams. I was so hoping that the stress wears off as soon as possible. But the main reason behind it was that I had had got a stupendous "Dhoom 2" experience just 3 days before the exams. It was the first time for me. I turned the keys, kicked up and gave a throttle. And off I was, speeding away round the park. Riding a scooty felt like a dream and the dream wouldn't fade away in just a day. It dragged on with me until my exams got over and I rode it over again. Mom's particularly not sure whether I'll be able to drive it properly following the traffic rules. So, she didn't allow me to ride it during exams. She actually didn't want me to break my teeth and miss exams. But yesterday, I proved it that I could drive scooty like a professional does( at least I felt so). I rode about for an hour when papa came chasing me on his bike and told me , "That's enough for today. The scooty is not gonna run away anywhere." Well, my next semester begins on Monday as the "mean" people couldn't afford a week's holiday. I've just got 1 and a half days left to enjoy and then, on Monday, my marks would be revealed and I don't know whether I am gonna laugh or weep. So i need to plan out something cool for the weekend. Well, Navratri is here and I think that I am going to play Garbha and dandiya. We have got many decorated grounds here. The coolest thing about Navratri is the "golu" tradition, i.e lovely toys arranged in steps (that's how I define it). It's a pity that we don't keep a golu at our home. But I love visiting people who have got golu at their home. So, this really a delightful Indian festival especially because of sweet delicacies made at home. So the festival season has finally begun. I am just looking forward to Diwali next. Hope I start blogging more often. At least once a week. But I just end up breaking my plans.

The GNO!!!!

2010-09-17T05:27:00.000-07:00

What else could I have more than triple fun in a triple day holiday? It is Ganeshotsav and I've just come out of 3 days full of fun. It's such a long time since I've stepped out of Tarapur as I am always busy attending tution the whole week, not even excluding Sunday. I am kind of shouldering a lot of pressure and am getting a pretty tough time at school. But thanks to Ganpati Bappa, I got 3 days free. This time I visited my cousin's place, Thane. Well, she's my third cousin. that is ..... My grandfather's mother's brother's daughter's son's daughter. We are long related sisters but the most closest. We always have a great time together since our tastes match so much. But it's probably the first time I had so much fun (and of course been so naughty). Just as I entered in, we both started over. We started chatting about barbies, school, our favorite shows and finally ended with spooky stories. And her spooky stories are really amusing. I'll just narrate the one about the big tree opposite to her sit out. She began,"25 years ago, a man was killed and thrown over the branches of this tree. But this was the time when our apartment was still under construction. Every night, still if you are awake at 12 o clock, you could hear noises and a man standing over there with an axe and blood smeared all over his face. And 10 years ago, at 12 am our watchman heard some noises from this tree. He heard something fall down from it and rushed over there . But then he disappeared that night. The next day morning, people saw something hanging from the tree. And it was the watchman, lying unconscious." She scared the hell out of me and then laughed and said the it was just a joke. It was really cool. And then we played kitchen champion. After our mummies had vacated out the kitchen, we started making baked stuff potatoes on microwave.That's the pic above. It's the first time I've cooked something on microwave. It was more of eating more than cooking. Half of the gravy went in our tummies. We took nearly one and a half hours and finally ended up with a yummy snack. And coming to the scores we got a ten on ten score. But when we were just sitting bored in the evening, we got an "Eureka" idea. Now what else could be better than a MIDNIGHT FEAST watching Jonas on Disney???? Well, we both adore the show and it was telecasted only at 12 am. So we shopped for our goodies and went out for dinner with our mummies. Stupendous, wasn't it?? A super duper dinner with noodles and manchao soup. For the midnight feast, we got huge packets of kurkure, hippo, frooti and orbit. We began at ten and ended up at 1: 30 in the morning.But unfortunately missed Jonas as Disney was showing Champions League. We were frustrated but then we saw "Charlie's Angles final throttle" and went to bed. I still cannot remember a day when I've done so much altogether. It's because we both love being together and we're best buddies!!!!!!

My pink world

2010-08-09T06:15:00.000-07:00

I was just thinking of typing out something latest but thanks to my forgetfulness, I ended up giving a new look to my blog. The old template just made me feel sluggish and I kept on ignoring my blog. So, I made up my mind to add some colours and redecorate it just as I did to my room. I chose PINK , i.e, my all time favourite colour. I finished up with the font size, font colour, layout and finally ended up with a "TA TA DA!" before mom and dad. Mom nodded in agreement but dad, as usual had suggestions - "Why don't you rename your blog? Interesting me! You'll never stop thinking great about yourself, now would you?" "Er...... Maybe I will someday... ", I said.

It's my own flavor

2010-06-30T07:52:00.000-07:00

A fresh new morning, a hot cup of energizing Bournvita, a cold bubble bath and the same old routine. At the beginning of the day, some say “Hope today turns out really productive” but most of the others say “Here comes another boring day…….” But, it’s rather unusual that such thoughts never seem to run through me. Why? Because that’s what I am. I am completely different or should I say ‘I turn out completely different.’ Like everyone else, even I get easily inspired by things and start with others’ styles but as I slowly reach towards the end, it turns out quite different. It becomes my own, my original. Well, what’s the use of the same worn and torn out ideas? But some people never seem to understand this. They feel lazy to try out something new. Like, for instance, at the library (the treasure house of every school), I am never found close to any particular locker. I keep on my wild hunt for something new, a book whose pages are very less flipped by, crisp and clear. In contrast to my versatility, my best friend wants to set up a record of finishing up the whole “Secret Seven” series. It’s not that she isn’t versatile but it is just that our categories differ. To try out something different, if we both exchange our shoes for a day, we both know what the consequences would be like. They would be a total mess and we’ll just end up in discomfort. It’s just that we need to be who we are. So, fill your own colours, set up you own musical theme, dance to your own beats, try out those new spices and begin a marathon for your dreams!

Yawns.....

2010-06-06T03:33:00.000-07:00

My holidays went pretty well but as usual, I did nothing "productive", as mom calls it. I can see, as the days are passing , I am getting more and more moody. Like, one sunny afternoon, I take up my paint box in high spirits, but in a few minutes, I just forget everything and begin doodling out something on the paper, spilling paint all over. It's just that I've changed so much. And I can't help it. At the beginning of my hols, I was such a cheerful, sincere and fun loving girl who used to get up at 7.30 every morining, and get her hair plaited by her mom and now, I seem such an unruly girl who gets up not earlier than 10 am, doesn't step out of the house in the fresh air, watches tv the whole day, has put on a lot of weight and has got her hair look not more than a sparrow's nest. And YEAH! That's me. I feel ashamed of myself and even as I am typing all this, I wish I could knock some sense into myself. It's not that I am different from all other children of my age... But, it's not a good thing either. I tried to change a bit, in between and got mom to wake me up earlier and plait my hair. But after two days, she got bored of it and I turned over to my old lazy routine. I wish I could have been a bit more active during those days.... But now, there's no time to get active. I just feel the days getting shorter and shorter. It's like I get up , have my breakfast, study a bit, watch some tv and run off to tution. Then I come back and get a power nap, study, have dinner, update my diary and sleep off. This was all about routine that has finally got fixed up but I need to become the cheerful "me" again :)

My crafty session

2010-05-10T00:52:00.001-07:00

I am trying hard get out of my practical boredom and I think I'm half way through! I've been checking out all crafty stuff I can do. Here's a list of what I did (pics above)
Potrait of a rajasthani toy seller
cool designs for a blank white tee - shirt
polka dots paint for door and cupboard knobs
knitted mobile cover
I am planning to re decorate my room and the painted door knobs are a part of it. Actually , there's lot more and I'm just searching for an oppurtunity to brighten up as many things as possible.

boooooooooooo......

2010-04-30T08:28:00.000-07:00

Ah... it seems really really long ago that I wrote my last blog post. It gives a nice view of my lazyness and it gives a glimpse of how busy I am. Well, my hols have begun again. You may feel queer about it as its just what I wrote in my last post. Well, this month went pretty bad and unlucky for me except that I topped in my tution in the soo hard test that our Madam gave us. Everything else went unlucky and I've begun doubting whether my brains are melting away. I don't want to talk about "those unlucky things" as they may spoil my soo very good mood. I've just returned from a walk with my friend. We had a nice time walking and talking about Winx Club. But its rather unusual as my spirits are at a low ebb, nowadays. I am practically bored; I don't like tv, I've lost interest in alomost everything. I wanted to cheer myself up, I felt I needed some fresh air. So, I stayed up till 8 at the park and chatted with my friend. You know , now it seems that that are limited things that you can do. I want to do something really unusual and really interesting.. any ideas???

Being artistic all over again...........

2010-03-23T09:42:00.001-07:00

Yo!! Hols are here!! It means 2 weeks of freedom and then back to boring school again! Well , I try to forget about it and don't bother to remember the date, but sometimes , it becomers a bit difficult. So, to cheer myself up, as usual I took up some crafty projects and you know what , my craft for hols is...... "knitting"!!! It's something I wanted to learn since I began watching Baby Looney tunes in which the granny used to knit a blankie for baby "Sylvester"(in almost every episode)....
I love being artistic now and then and hols seem the best time to be. for instance, last hols, I took up emboss painting and glass painting project and last to last hols, I took up a stich kit project. The reason why i chose knitting was mainly, fulfilling my wish to make something out of my own hands and when I see my first project ,I feel immensely proud of it. It's not perfect... but it's my own work and I made it with my own hands. I thank M auntie for teaching me how to knit and help me fulfilling my dream! (photos of my projects, are coming soon)

I remember....................

2010-03-17T20:12:00.000-07:00

This post might give you a brief history of me and my childhood days. Here's the story...
Being an only child has never made me feel alone. At the age of six months, I went to a babysitting. At first, I was the only child there but as time passed, many new children came and I got a chance to be the leader. Anything without my permission would result in ******. But , frankly, I consider myself really lucky to be a part of my babysitting family. I wish to share some of precious memories through this blog post so, let's begin.
Our babysitting family was HUGE. Beginning from the seniors, My aunty, uncle and their sons, Swapnil and Bipin. And in our bachcha- party, Soumya, Swarup, Siddhesh, Cookie, Babuli and Ojhal. NOw, let me give a brief description of eveyone. Soumya, Swarup's twin, sweet, truthful, honest, caring, never involves in crimes, three years younger than me and my best buddy and doll partner. Swarup, Soumya's twin, naughty, wicked, sometimes, my crime partner but mostly, my rival. Siddhesh, the banterer, joker, non - weeper, and Swarup's crime partner. Cookie, sweet little cookie, quiet, scared, soft and ever - smiling. Babuli, Cookie's little brother, naughty, at first girls' pet but then Swarup's and Siddhesh's crime partner (we were surely mad at that). Ojhal, the baby, bed - wetter and the non-stop crier. And at the seniors, our auntie, lovely, caring, sometimes sweet and sometimes sour and always stays in the kitchen. Our uncle sometimes strict and sometimes really funny. Bepin dada, quiet, sensitive and awefully kind. Swapnil dada, our rival, really naughty, always ready to fight and a leg - puller (I can't think of any other word).I can never forget how much masti we used to do. i remenber those times when I kicked the oil drum and spilled all the oil incurring aunty's wrath and when I hit Swarup with a stone when he pulled all the sponge out of my new candy doll, and when I and Soumya used to lock the door of our room and never used to let any of the boys in and spoil our doll set. Well, the boys surely got mad at that and threatened to throw our shoes out of the balcony into the muddy pool when I used to say ,"Throw it off, mudheads, we'll get new shoes from our mummies and you won't!" This worked sometimes but at other times,Soumya, getting scared,would open the door and let the boys spoil our game. She is actually the "girl". Unlike her, I was really rough and boyish in my ways. One good example is the fights I used to have with Swapnil dada and Swarup. AS I said, I was the gang leader and Swarup won't accept it. Swapnil dada was really a sport even though he used to fight with us. Sometimes, he would be really funny and tease Soumya asking about the brand of atta she eats and call me idli-sambar. These are the memories that lie still fresh in my mind. I remember how muddy we used to get after playing in the park and how our aunty would wipe us clean and in case of Swarup and Siddu, she'd scrub them clean and give them a violent bath. Gosh, she used to rub us till we shone. And in evening before our mummies and daddies took us away, she used to comb our hair and empty out the whole bottle of talcum powder unevenly on our faces. We used to look as if we had come out of a flour - mill. And coming to cuisine,she is one of the best cooks I've ever known. Her "varan bhath with val bhaji" used to be simply adorable. I remember the fights the others would have when she used to make anything non - veg. At those times, she used to make my fav dishes specially for me (I am a veggie, u see). I remenber those days when only I knew how to handle the tv remote and everyone used to beg to me for putting their favourite channels. I used to feel proud. Whenever some mischief was discovered, I used to pose up like a martyr and make an innocent face.
I badly miss those days and I really wish that I could taste those sweet experiences over and over again. I know that I won't be able to go through the same phase again so I consider myself really lucky to have lived in two homes, experiencing double joy, recieving double love and sharing double happiness throughout...........

Break time!Blog time!

2010-03-12T06:46:00.000-08:00

I am finally giving myself a short break after nine days of frenzied struggle with my books. I know, I oughtn't sit here when I have one more exam left, i.e science. But that's just after two days. I think I really need a tiny break after I have been deprived of this since nine days. Just after two days, I am gonna be freeeeeeeeeeeee!!! And I am thoroughly excited about it. As usual,I have been forbidden to watch TV or read books but surely I can blog. I 've been trying to take some online guitar lessons but the snail pace internet at home frustrates me. It's taking a long time just for the video to buffer so I am trying to soften this frustration by blogging a bit. After taking a short lesson, I am massaging the deep marks of guitar strings on my hands by typing. I think I gotta hang up coz my masala dosa is getting cold and surely I can see mummy's symptoms of getting mad at me!!!
At last, I promise to blog more after 15th. So !stay tuned! Toodles!

Humming with a fast pace

2010-02-27T02:49:00.000-08:00

The history is repeating itself again. Now.......... in just a span of four days.......the thing that makes your hair raise and gives a shiver down your spine.........EXAMS!!!!!!! I donno why I feel that everything is just going tooo fast. But this time, I am really liking it. Soon, my exams are gonna be over and then the 15 days' vacaton and then a new academic session. In about a month, I'll be in the ninth grade, wearing "salwar"(that's the worst part of it) and when I come to think of it, it seems a far way........ that's genuine, isn't it???? just seems la di la for words.......

The hilarious encounter

2009-12-14T08:16:00.000-08:00

After I complete this post, you might come to know how I waste my afternoons. Today afternoon, I came back from school, barged into the house, immediately started shouting some songs and went to wash my hands. And then I got the shock of my life. By god!!!!!!! THERE WAS A BIIIIIG COCKROACH ! YA YA !!! A BIIIIG dead COCKROACH!!!! Immediately I began screaming madly. i phoned daddy and then I phoned mummy and kept on wailing. Then, i felt quite brave. I said to myself "Chill Geet... just a dead cockroach ..." Then I went and switched on the Tv 's main switch , but there was a power cut. This was too much for me. I controlled myself and went to the kitchen. And ...... another cockroach there!! "yuck", I screamed and rang up mummy and daddy and told them that another cockroach was lingering past my food and that power was cut (feeling frustrated). I swore not to eat food. Worried, mummy and daddy started giving instructions to kill the cockroach but I remained obstinate. An hour later, I discovered that the cockroach in the kitchen had commited suicide in our kitchen sink and the "dead cockroach" in the wash basin had woken up when I had turned on the tap to wash my hands. I was about to run away from there again and phone mummy and daddy again when a thought struck me " What if I kill the pest of a cockroach and get rid of it. It'll make papa believe that I am a little brave. Maybe just a little..." And then, I made up my mind to tackle the six legged pest alone. I began singing "aa dekhe zara, kisme kitna hai dum...." . I turned on the tap in top speed and tried to drown the stupid cockroach but every time water drained out , it began to crawl out again. I tried out several times but I was no good. It was obstinate too. Just like the stupid itsy bitsy spider. Why are pests so wacky? I kept the tap open and the cockroach kept swimming. It was a fabulous swimmer, i must say. If it would have been my friend I would have enquired about its coach. So finally.... I climbed up a chair and took the pest killer spray and sprayed it on. And it died. I gave my victorious laughter. "wah ha ha ha ha!!!!!" And I boasted a great deal about it to daddy and mummy.Now , after 5 hrs, when I think of what I did, I realise, HOW SILLY I GET SOMETIMES! It's still in the wash basin. Poor soul ..... or was it really ????

Time runs so fast

2009-10-12T02:28:00.000-07:00

It wasn't long before I wrote about my 7th grade final exams and now I am sitting over here, enjoying, after completeing my 8th grade half yearly examinations. It wasn't long before I was sitting on my bed wishing for holidays and freedom from exams and now its all over. I have completed my holidays and half yearly exams for the next grade. This span of time seems too short for me. I don't exactly know why it is but maybe it's because time crosses its usual speed limits when you are happy and spend you time usefully. It just seems like it was only yesterday when I sat on my bed and moaned and groaned for the exams to finish off. At that time I had wished if I could fast forward time and move on to blissful holidays. But now, I feel like rewinding time and go back to those lovely days when I flew to my uncle's place and enjoyed with everyone. I badly wish if I could treasure these precious moments and never allow them to end! But this is not the first time. This happens with me every time. Only when I am having loads of fun and never want some moments to to perish.......... (bang)... they perish away. I wish if I had a net to catch them, a fevicol to glue them right there or a magnet to attract them . But i realised that these things were not easily available astime cannot be frozen at any temparature. Man has crossed almost every ocean but can never cross the ocean of time. Well, till yesterday I was supporting this thought that time is rushing past us but may be I had forgotten that we humans had coached time. Whenever we have much time with us, we either use it or waste it. As it is rightly said that "Good and Bad days have to end some time! I guess I'll have to showcase some of my so precious moments in my mind and never let them melt away!

Sunshine Laughter Crazy Days

2009-09-01T04:05:00.000-07:00

Rain Rain go away
Come again another day
Liitle Jhonny wants to play
Rain Rain go away
Well, I too wish the same thing as Jhonny does. Except for one thing that I don't want the rain to come again any more for this year. I've got bored of monsoon and I sort of feel summer sick. I have never wished for rain, may it be any situation. Even during the sizzling heat of summer, I may have wished for winter, but never ever have I wished for monsoon. My best friend, my mom and all are of a different kind. I do not know why they wish for monsoon. Me, I LOVE SUNNY DAYS. Summer , spring and autumn are my favourite seasons as they are dry and just lovely. I love to see new and fresh flowers over trees, roads covered with brown leaves , soft flowers forming a spongy bed over the roads and their attractive scent. All the lovely experiences like, plucking berry on the tree near the bus stop, shaking the Gulmohar tree and enjoying the shower of flowers, hopping over the flower bed, collecting spider lilies near the park, dancing out in the cool and refreshing breeze, drinking cool milkshakes near the window sill, hanging clothes to dry letting the hair open flying in the breeze, skating all the way to the park and just the most loveliest things that everyone wants to experience. It's just a beautiful experience rather than having rain where you can't go out and enjoy the beauty of nature and having to see yucky worms slithering on the roads.

Oh! Why am I so confused?

2009-08-29T03:10:00.000-07:00

"What to do? Where to go? Should I really do this? No... I should not! Well ........ maybe I should... Is it right???? yes.... no... yes...no......" Well there is no end to these questions! The result is that I end up saying " Oh! Why am I so confused?" Well, I am a confused person..... not just "a confused person" but totally meddlesome too. I donot easily get a solution to a problem and instead get my brain brimmed with doubts. Doubts! Doubts! Doubts! Oh! why don't these doubts just sweep of???? Being a class monitor, I am often trapped in the most complicated circumstances! And what are those???? You may wonder "What kind of circumstances?? Being a monitor is fun as you get to rule the class!!" Well ... the circumstances are as follows :-
1) I get absolutely blank when I am told to see the substitution register and check the substitution teacher(god knows! how to do it!). Well, this is a thing that all moniters have to do . Just enter the VP's room and check the register! But... all kinds of thoughts occur only in my mind. What if VP ma'm is present over there....... and she scolds me.....NO WAY! Thinking of these things gives a shiver down my spine.
2) Though I am good at English, I get all confused when a teacher asks me something and I stammer in an ungrammatical manner, adding "is" "was" "actually" "what happened was that" etc etc ... words. I mean, why do I do this only before teachers when I speak neatly before others. I am a genuine stammerer!!
3) I get confused a whole lot of people stare at me expecting something from me. And I should tell you that at that minute, my body temparature suddenly rises to 102 degree farenheit!! And my hands go icy cold!!
4) I get nervous by the feeling of being the laughing stock of the lot and sometimes I do!
I don't know why I am like this ! It isn't lack of confidence! I have confidence in my blood! Who has the confidence to shout at the top of her voice despite of being imitated by others???? I have!!!!!! (I am proud of it! Collar up!)
No one else (as far as I have seen) gets so much confused and nervous like me!! I must try to pick up some nice rolls of courage !!!! I will surely try to. But at present I must think of some positive points like for instance that I am different from others and that's what is called...... "SPECIAL"

Miracle Of Lord Siddhivinayaka

2009-05-22T02:51:00.000-07:00

I am really surprised by my luck. I had never expected that I would top this year because of my high fever. I agree with mummy that this was fully a miracle done by Lord Siddhivinayaka. I prayed to him thoroughly and I have a great belief in him. He has done a great number of miracles that are hard to believe. Inspite of having so much fever, he gave me the strength to write my exams. I want to thank him for all the strength he gave me. When Lord Siddhivinayaka is with me, I am confident that he will help me to overcome all the obstacles in my path of life.

My favourite popstar - Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana

2009-04-20T07:25:00.001-07:00

Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana is my favourite popstar. I am just mad over her. She's totally cool. On one side she is a perfectly normal person but on the other side she totally rocks. I know its confusing but let me explain:) She is a perfectly normal, 16 year old girl with brown hair who smiles, jokes and always makes friends. She lives with her dad, mom and her brothers and sisters. But there is a huge secret behind this that she is a stage-rocking popstar too. On the show, Hannah Montana, it is shown that Miley hides her secret, as she wants to lead a normal life and go to school and have friends. For this, she becomes Hannah Montana, a 16 year old popstar and wears a blonde wig so that no one recognises her. But in real life, we know this. She gives her stage shows, being popularly known as Hannah Montana. This show on Disney channel has rocked out and Miley is famous worldwide for her marvellous voice and for being such a nice actor. Now both Miley/ Hannah (who are the same) steal the audience's hearts wherever she goes. She experiences both normal life by going to school, studying and doing her homework and chilling out with friends whereas one side she leads a totally rich celebrity life giving concerts. Her albums are :Hannah Montana

:Hannah Montana 2

:Meet Miley Cyrus

:Breakout

These albums are about life and have influenced people worldwide. I am always found singing her songs and my room contains her poster. There are many popstars but Miley is totally different and special. This is why I like Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana.

Exam Fever!!!!!

2009-04-10T09:10:00.001-07:00

This title is perfectly true to this post as I really got highest fever(not to mention it as high fever as it was far worse than that). On the second day of my annual exams, on the eve of my hindi paper, I got severe fever and had to visit the hospital for a bi....g injection. It was a total horrid experience, not that I had to bear a biiig injection, only because I couldnot study as much as I had planned. This fever continued whole four days and my hopes for the rank are lost. I am lucky that I won't be here for the results. But I would certainly feel a bit uneasy as I've always worked hard for exams and this time I donot feel that my efforts were satisfactory. But, still hopes aren't lost. My exams went well and now I am enjoying my vacations. I am going to close this chapter and forget about it. Now its the time for masti and fun and lots of blogging and rocking.
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preparation!!!!!!!!!

2009-03-21T01:21:00.000-07:00

Oh! These examinations are really a perfect bore. I am just waiting for them to complete. I just finished my confidence examinations taking a deep brath for the first time. But this wont last longer. The final exams are yet to come. OH god! What a headache. JUst after the annual exams, I'll watch Tv( iam forbidden to now). But i have self-control(my major problem) so I don't watch.

My North-East Trip

2009-01-31T08:48:00.000-08:00

Bharapani lake(left) Cherrapunji caves (left)

Recently I visited Northeast. I visited Guwahati, Shillong and Cherrapunji during my diwali vacations. I got thrilled when Mummy said that we were going to visit North east. We went there just during diwali. I had expected that guwahati would be a nice place. We went to guwahati by flight. I have always had a crave of exploring bathrooms in the airport. The rose fragnance of toilet cleaners in the bathroom would attract me towards the bathrooms. Thinking so I explored all the bathrooms of Mumbai airport and was quite impressed with them that I visited it 5 times each. I know it sounds ridiculous and makes you say , 'Yech! disgusting'. But I don't want to lie and this is my exact opinion about airport bathrooms. I planned to visit the guwahati airport bathroom also. So just after stepping down from the flight, I decided to visit the guwahati bathroom but to my horror it was no less than a raliway station bathroom. Our driver was waiting for us outside the airport. We got into the car and went in search of a good hotel. I was surprised to see that the city Guwahati looked even dirtier than our Tarapur. We went to the a hotel near the place, Ganeshguri. From there we went to Balaji temple. It looked as if we were seeing a Gopuram in Shrirangam. It was a really nice temple made of white stone. We went back to hotel and we checked out of it the next day. The next morning we went to kamakhya temple. It was nice but not neat. There was oil all over the floor and goats and birds were given Bali there. Still it was fine. Then we made our way to Shillong. There were so many ghats over there that I stopped the car and vomited thoroughly. After this we went to a hotel in shillong called CITY HUT. The food was so good there that I ate like a wolf and gobbled everything. Then we checked in the hotel and then we went to boating in lake. It was really refreshing to see natural surroundings and at 3 pm also it felt terribly cold. From there we went to a national park where all types of plants and animals were kept. We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. After that we went again to hotel and I insisted we do some shopping as shillong was famous for bamboo items. We went to a shop nearby and bought many beatiful wood and bamboo items. The shillong trip was the best. Shillong was so cold that there were no fans in the hotel room. Yet we needed thick blankets. The next morning we went to cherrapunji where we first went to Elephant falls. It was fabulous. We also saw seven sister falls and India - Bangladesh border. We then went to the caves. Wow! The caves were just the best and really really adventurous. We hopped and climbed over the mighty stones and there was danger every mode. Everything was slippery because of rain which added to the excitement of the adventure. Afterwards, we went to Shillong view point. We could see the whole view of Shillong city. We had a lunch at a hotel above the bharapani lake. Honestly, its dam beautiful (check out the pics). From there we went to Guwahati and stayed in a 5 star hotel called NAKSHATRA. The time we were staying in Shillong, we came to know that there was a bomb blast in the place we were staying in Guwahati. The next day we went to Guwahati airport and returned to Mumbai and from there to Tarapur. And this was our journey to North-East.

Current happenings

2009-01-31T03:38:00.000-08:00

There's really much activity going round here. My confidence exams are nearing and I am planning to work on my own without mom's help. I am trying to plan everything myself and study. But planning is one thing in which I am "zero". So mummy plans out things for me and I try to follow them. But actions speak louder than words. Whenever I try to remove my book and read, I just get bored or my head starts aching. I have started studying on my own and I just read out my weekly unit test marks to amma. Still her hot temper doesn't cool down. I tried to get full marks in almost all the tests thinking that mummy would get impressed. But the another problem is mummy now scolds me because I don't keep my room clean. Oh god, what to do. I think i've started becoming a little unsincere whereas sometimes I feel that i've become responsible. Well all that I can do is studying for whole two months. Just now my annual day came and went. I had not participated dance but instead I took part in group song and I even got a chance to sing with orchestra with A (my friend). It was a fine show. Other than that I got my academic prize as well ad CCA prize also. The dances that were performed during the annual day were fabulous. I got some Enid Blyton books and a Squire's Tales book. I flipped through the pages of the Enid Blyton's books first and I didn't seem to understand anything and the Squire's Tales book's language was none less than the newspaper's language. I was sure that these books would have a comfortable nap for years in my bookshelf( which is currently full). One day, feeling bored, I got hold of the book " The mystery of the pantomime cat" and began to read it. To my surprise, it was perfectly awesome blossom and I could easily understand it. I then decided not to judge any book by the first page. Then I continued with the Adventurous Four serious ( "Shipwrecked" and "Stranded") and "The ragamuffin mystery". When I had finished reading these in few days, soon I began to get bored again so I thought of checking out "Squire's Tales" (the squire, the knight and his lady). I read a few pages and (once again) to my surprise, it was just amazing. I am a kinda "Book Crazy" and 5 books to spend my boring and lonely afternoons is not sufficient. I get severe scoldings from mummy for finishing off the books before vacations and then spending my hols without books and troubling mum saying, I am bored and hence, lazing throughout the day lying on the sofa( spoiling the sofa cover) watching TV continuously from 10 am till mummy comes and snatches the remote from me and watches her favourite shows. i also finished off the Fattest book with me " The Chronicles Of Narnia" ( the bestest book in the whole world and in the top of my favourites list). It consists of seven whole novels in a "BIG FAT" book. It was given to me A mama and A mami. I am so glad I have the book with me!

ME

2009-01-31T03:21:00.000-08:00

I am a girl of 12 and a really interesting person. I get angry too often but I am mostly found controlling it. I love singing and playing my guitar. These are my past times and the thing I love the most is timepassing. Actually, I like telling stories and just talking and share my views with people who patiently listen to me and my endless stories. Singing and reading books are my passions. It isn't easy to discover about yourself , you see.....