It's my own flavor

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.....

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 :)

boooooooooooo......

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...........

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....................

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...........