Friday, December 31, 2010

The Miles

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These little feet of mine have miles to cover, places to go. Its going to be a tough journey, it might turn my little feet sore. But I got to learn to dance no matter what, my feet don’t come with a suction, so I may slip,  may trip and fall. But I have to learn to get up again and stand tall. How will I climb really high?, I got really small feet, well I think I’ll jump & hop onto such places.

I’ll learn to tap dance, I’ll learn to bicycle, I’ll learn to run…but first I got to learn to walk and grab that orange on the table.

I guess if a child could think a lot, maybe this is what would motivate him to walk.

I remember what wonderful things I did with my feet :

  1. I learnt how to follow my mother around in the house walking with support of the furniture.
  2. Then I learnt how to run to my mother when she would come home from work.
  3. I would climb on my aunt’s feet and feel like am flying when she would walk.
  4. I used to climb on trees with them, still do sometimes.
  5. I used it to kick many of those dumb-asses around in school.
  6. Apart from people I also learnt to kick footballs and random stuff.
  7. I learnt how to paddle a bicycle, that was tough (the 2 wheeled one)!
  8. I learnt how dance. By far the best thing I’ve learnt to do after kicking someone’s butt ! Winking smile
  9. I learnt how to remove the quilt from top of me while sleeping.
  10. I also learnt how to skate but that wasn’t a great achievement and I could hardly walk in those (skates).
  11. Now I have short legs that don’t really touch the ground if a sit on (kind of) high chairs, so I also learnt how to just cross them and move them to & fro and to my amazement someone finds it really cute!
  12. I also learnt how to drive a car! And the feet really are an important part in that.
  13. I learnt how to crush cans/tetra packs under my feet and enjoy the bursting sound that is let out! Open-mouthed smile
  14. Amazingly a classmate of mine taught me how to dry the wet floor with my feet & she taught me song we should sing while doing it which would make it dry fast. We must’ve been in class 2, or 3 then.

And I did cover many actual miles with my two little feet, but above mentioned were some figurative ones. Have to thank my feet for the great work they do everyday and the amazing things we can do because of them. In fact we all should be grateful to have them alright and working actually.

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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Music n Mic

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Each night I couldn’t go to sleep,

You were there to keep me company.

Each time my heart broke, but couldn’t cry,

You came as tears in my eyes.

Each time happiness filled my heart,

And there was none to share it with,

It was you with whom I rejoiced.

The words filled with happiness, with pride

With love, with hatred, with rejection & dejection,

With quiet silence, with calm and serene sweetness,

That left upon my dead lips, a gentle smile.

I wonder what would I sing about if I could write,

I wonder how it would be, would I make

The world burst out into laughter,

Or in tears when it would be me behind that mic?

Will I be able to tear my heart up and spill

All the pain, for years kept inside?

Or will it be a joyous moment when I let

Out all the happiness the world gave me

To be given to the world once again,

For happiness to be set free and fly with

Wings in the open air and reach out

To the heart where pain doesn’t go way?

I wonder how life would be from now-on,

Would it be like music behind that mic

Or will it be a tormenting dreadful noise?

 

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Monday, December 27, 2010

Dear Pad

What if I never see you daddy, mommy..what if my life comes crashing like a window pane hit by a stone?

All day I play and stay surrounded by lovely people, but what if one day I have nothing of this sort left? Would I be able to have a new life then as a Pooh Bear? What if I have no mommy and daddy, I’ll be sad but cartoon creatures have no mommy & daddy, they are not sad…so maybe I’d want to be a cartoon creature. But I’ll my miss mommy & daddy and my beautiful home and my beautiful table and my beautiful writing pad. What if I become a writer, then I can live in a cartoon life and my own. And I’ll be a Pooh Bear with parents who’ll get me honey, ice-cream and lots of toys. But it won’t be fair then, it’ll upset my friends Tigger, Eyeyore, Rabbit & Piglet to have no parents..so I’ll give them mine..we all will be brothers!

But then I won’t have any friends, maybe I’ll just make my writing pad my best friend, but I’d want some to play Ball with. The trees can’t do that, the bees can’t do that, the grass can’t, the clouds can’t..the mice can, Mickey Mouse & Minnie Mouse, the ducks can, Donald Duck & Daisy Duck, and Pluto and Goofy…hehehe….and bears, Gummy Bears…all these will be my friends..Hurray! And they won’t need parents, they will live in No-Parent Land and whenever my mommy & daddy will give a tough time I will go to No-Parent Land with my friends Mickey & Minnie!….ooh I’d love that! And Dear Pad I will take you there too and we’ll write write and write!

Mommy : “Hey my Pooh Bear, time for bed!”

Lets go My Dear Magic Pad, its time to go to the worlds we talked about today. Mum says they are just dreams, but I know they are not just Dreams…whatever dreams mean…it’s the world you and I make, together ... it’s that place we go each night. Good Night Dear Pad, hold on tight to me while you sleep tonight, we’ve got a fun ride to enjoy.  

Thursday Tales

Friday, December 24, 2010

Out At Last!

It seemed as if everybody was so happy to be alive, even more to be out there, a guy almost seemed to be dancing on his bike to the rhythm of the ‘Munni Badnaam’ that played in my car. 

All this and more in and near the markets! After such a long time, I at last got a chance to get out of the house, and that too to be going to a market! Everybody seemed so happy to have the right to shop, there were smiles all around. More fun is when it’s near Christmas, you see people working at the petrol pump in red Santa Hats – right right, they are the Santas there who will give us petrol but not as a gift. But it was so funny when I first saw it that I laughed out loud, also the happy people made me laugh…I mean wow, so merry to be shopping huhn?

There were little kids selling those  Rs5 pens (near the traffic lights) that I would buy to give my unit tests with back in school, also they wouldn’t last longer than a few days. Random people in Santa Hats…I haven’t really tried a Santa Hat for a very very long time now, but I don’t know how and why people wear it..it is a waste to wear it after all, it doesn’t cover much, but I guess that’s the spirit then. And hail those poor li’l kids on the streets, every li’l thing they get is like Gold in their hands and Warmth over their heads.

Also one sight I caught for the first time in my life! I mean I lived there for so many years, there was a church nearby, each day my school bus passed it but never had a seen a group of such merry li’l kids in shining white dresses singing and dancing on the stage that was set up just performing it out! That is what you only at Christmas time and it was truly beautiful!

I still don’t understand what was with the biker guy who just emerged from somewhere, was it just that he was adjusting his position on the bike, or was it that he could actually hear the Munni being played in my car through the windows that were pulled up? Whatever it was, it appeared so in synch with the rhythm of the song it totally made me laugh.

A Subject That Makes You Dream!

10am class and mostly everyone entered by 10.10 which eventually went to 10.15 and 10.20am for some. The half time break we would demand, which were to be 2mins, would generally extend to 7-10mins. Then of course bringing whatever we got to eat in the break to the classroom and eating/drinking it there. 

First day of class and a lean body that screamed to get some energy to survive, having to drink some potion every 20mins. The potion was supposedly water, but we suspected the old chap had to drink some vial to keep going with the class. When he wrote on the white board, his hand trembled, when he stood in one place it was as if he’d fall, when he moved, it seemed he wanted support and his eyes trying to open completely but just could not. White beard all over his squished face, clothes hanging on his frail body like hanging on a rope, almost dry now. Still he taught and he taught fairly well. The subject was interesting and so was the old guy’s dressing sense. I had done a few discussions on women teacher’s dress sense and the lipstick they used, but discussing an old chap like that was my first. My friend always said he wore pretty ‘youthful’ stuff like his shirt and especially his wrist watch.

But that wasn’t all that made the class interesting, there were those endless discussions Cutie Boy would have with Sir and the thought it would evoke in people like us, otherwise just passing time. Well I would say this was the subject I passed the least time in, this was the subject in which I actually listened, subjects like this and Communications are good ones, they pass you with decent marks by just listening to what is being discussed in class. But life almost always takes a turn after the half – semester exams, after which people like me tend to become relaxed. After the fest/mid-sems my hostel stays increased manifolds and then it used to be this class, the first class of the day or the first class I could afford relaxing in. And wham I would go, go to sleep! I feel so ashamed now, but that is what it was about - pleasure, when it comes you just can’t resist. Woken up enormous number of times by my best mate (whom by the way I loved to talk to during class..and we talked about everything…we even gave code names to people and bitched/gossiped about them in class!!!), sometimes by a random third person as both of us slept and once so sweetly by our own Black Comet, and on some worst days by Sir himself. But frankly, the naps I caught in this class outdid that of my Physics classes of 11th standard.

This was one teacher who had my name on his lips, I didn’t expect him to know my name and was amazed the first time he called me out in class..which surely must’ve been a plea to not talk which gradually turned from humble requests to harsh ones… and the fact that he pronounced it(my name) so correctly without having ever asked it but the first day of classes.  Then there were people who were always doing something on their laptops, I mean c’mon listen to the guy or go to sleep, why laptop? I know that we also used to do our other subject’s homework every Monday since we had to submit it just after this 1st class, but we didn’t do anything else on Wednesdays (we as in my friend and i)…laptop in this class was a shame unless you were doing something related to the subject.

Also I sometimes spoke in class (participation you see), obviously had to when Sir asked questions but sometimes other than that also. And though I used to come late to the class, skip some and do other stuff in some, there is this one thing that probably no-one did so much that it would come to notice as it did in my case which am really ashamed of - those awesomely lovely peaceful pretty naps that I had in that awesome PoK of HSS!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Mighty Schools, Mighty Marks!

There was a time in my life that competition was at its peak. People were dying to score that 0.1 extra % that would mean them a 2nd place or a 3rd place in class. And then we would remember Mighty DPS, this is their year-round business in each of their seriously Many sections. Our general difference in 1st, 2nd n so forth places in our class – 92.1, 91.8, 90.2, 88, 87.5, their general ranking – 97, 96.4, 94.4, 94.3, 94.2. Can’t stop laughing! Where is the place for poor 80% people?  Open-mouthed smile Maybe they came 20th! OR maybe they weren’t in DPS at all! hahahaha (DPS, RKP strictly.. no offence…amazing school! amazing washrooms I say!)

I have seen such times too in my class, but those were more of 92.6 and 92.4 sorts rather than 94 sorts. Brainy kids I say brainy kids!

Bus Seniors

The seniors of my bus.. good people..haven’t seen seniors like them ever since.. I guess we the bus kids were, but don’t know if other’s like them existed ever.

Starting with the senior-most, lets call her Pri, she was cool, cool even in the presence of her mum in the same bus. Thankfully we had a big bus that time, not the squeezo RTV. She was tall, really tall for a person of my height, she had green eyes, wore lenses and had shoulder length hair which she almost always tied as far as I remember. She was a prefect, some house captain also I guess. She was fun, playful and helpful and ‘the senior’  we could look up to. I still remember the day she offered me a place on the Last Seat right next to the window. I was only to look after her bag as she played water fight in the scorching summer, in the bus! Ha Ha Ha.. and then the two senior most girls who played with each other, the other was a guest kind of, not regular, both had to stand near the open door ‘cause their shirts were wet! (which means the shirts had turned see-through) and they had to dry it Winking smile.

Next was this bhaiya (say Nam) who would always study, on the bus stop, in the bus, everywhere, obviously his grades then spoke for him. When asked about having a girlfriend – his reply - ‘my books are my girlfriends’. He wasn’t handsome though but pretty smart, our bus was not devoid of smart people.. he was also some prefect I guess, not sure though.

Then there was another bhaiya, Madi (say), he was the not so nerd kinds..he smoke, and drank, that too in school! His mouth always stank so people could guess what he had been up to. He used to listen to music late night and be sleepy at daytime. He would be better looking if he checked his weight.

Then there was another smart guy, handsome also. And he was also tall, as tall as Madi bhaiya I guess. Madi bhaiya used to bully kids, but this KB bhaiya didn’t, he was pretty sweet. He had a younger sister in our bus too, she was also sweet Smile.  

Then there was this didi who used to come running into the bus, always late. She was also not regular with our bus, but she was cool. She (calling her She only) had a pretty good hair cut, I always wanted one like that when I was small. Later I got one like that too.Well that was all about her! Smile with tongue out

Then there were these two best friends. When I joined this bus both of them were in 9th and when they left, obviously 12th. These many years and more, all the while, their friendship was exemplary. They studied together, discussed their tough times, their happy moments, their crushes, their aches and their pains, they played together, they sat together. They were in the real sense WOW, people who make you want to have a best friend, a best friend you’ve known for so long. They even stayed nearby. Imagine, same class, same age, same locality, same bus, both had younger sisters who were again best friends, what more could anyone want? Obviously boyfriends, and having them, it would be a picture perfect life! Both these girls Chipy n Dalley were awesome and sweet, helpful and fun also. 

Then there were these 3 brothers, two of them were my seniors. Chipy had a crush on one of them, Jeetu and why not Jeetu was (actually is) very cute. The only problem being that he was a year younger to her, but does that really matter? However Jeetu’s elder brother Veeru was Chipy and Dalley’s age. Veeru was fine, but Jeetu was much more cute and approachable. Both of them again were sweet and smart and well handsome. Veeru had black hair, Jeetu had brown, Veeru had a wheatish complexion whereas Jeetu had whitish! Veeru has small dimples, whereas Jeetu had really deep ones. And I believe Jeetu had brown eyes which is my personal favourite eye colour.

And then Yuhoo bhaiya. He was definitely the cutest, he had curly hair, dracula teeth..those sharp vampire teeth on the sides that make your smile look even more amazing. He was a big cricket fan and a cricket star himself. He had the most awesome smile any guy could have, always smiling. And needless to say was one of the nicest and friendliest chaps in the bus.

These were the older ones. Then there were the younger, the even cooler ones. The guy who used to forward jokes, listen to music in the bus on his sony-walkman phone and wear many fuck bands (say KD) and a girl in the same standard KS, she had a camera that she brought one day to school, hers was a smiling face, another of the most approachable seniors. Both of them were like the 2nd best friends of our bus, pretty chilled out, mostly smiling, they could’ve been a couple but were not as of my knowledge.

Then there were more, but if I haven’t mentioned them its because either they weren’t so old that I called them bhaiya-didi or they weren’t so significant.

This was a brief description of my seniors.

(People who don’t really know them can get bored so they can skip reading this post!) 

Saturday, December 18, 2010

School ‘Bus’ Life

A day at school gets pretty tiring, the fun thing being that it’s more tiring the day we get more free periods. But the cherry on the cake would always be the school bus ride. It hadn’t started so smooth ‘cause when I was new, actually my sister and I, we were pretty shy. We wouldn’t talk to a lot of people and our bus being overcrowded by teachers made it all the more difficult to open up. Then soon after it changed, since there were so many teachers who would occupy so many seats, we were practically forced to sit at the back seats (where the seniors sat! Winking smile).

And our seniors were pretty good people, of course exceptions are always there but in general they were fine fellows. They would actually invite us at THE LAST SEAT and offer their places since the bus used to be pretty crowded eventually. And it was a fun pack, with people having crushes on each other, people coming after drinking, smoking, fighting, experiments (lab), studies..people coming before time (bunkers!) and people coming after the bus would have started (God knows what they were doing, exchanging notes maybe Smile with tongue out) but then there were all kinds of people, all my seniors were pretty cool and then it was us, the kids… we were pretty cool ourselves…well not really. There was this guy in my bus of the same age, he grew up to be the hottest boy of the batch, he was pretty naughty but really, it was just a tag, half the world didn’t even find him hot, instead called him The Hanger cause he walked strange and joked that someday his pants would fall off while he tries to run. This guy taught me how to make smooching people! (in class 5 i.e.).

Well then we grew up, the Last Seat was ours and later the bus grew smaller. Ours being an Army school couldn’t provide us civilians a bus as it was costing them too much! Rubbish! So after many days of not having a bus, we finally had a li’l green & blue RTV. That bus was even more fun, everybody sat so close that everybody talked together..well mostly..there are always love birds who don’t like to be disturbed..but yes mostly all of us did talk together and sometimes even the teachers.

But the fun part wasn’t just talking, it was playing. Red Hand, Dumb Charades, Antakshary, Aloo-Choley Garam, Atlas, Paper-Ball Fights, Orange Peel Fights etc and of course the classic Truth n Dare.

Truth and Dare was always fun and it was more of a Dare Dare we played. Making boy’s pony-tails, people proposing each other, saying something loudly so that even the teachers could hear and of course comment. Sometimes disturbing the driver, our driver actually owned the van and we had to keep begging him to turn the volume of the radio down as we would play, sing, talk..we wanted to be loud, not the radio. This was all inside the van..the truth/dare part. Outside the van dares were to throw flying kisses at random people of opposite and same sex of all ages, praise them, criticize ‘em, insult them, stare at them and in worst cases throw stuff like orange peels in their direction. There is so much to say about my bus that I can go on forever, therefore in the following posts I’ll take some of the incidents one by one.

School life was indeed the best of all, bus ride being the cherry on top. Open-mouthed smile

Thursday, December 16, 2010

The funny words, one-liners used by my (fun) teachers! (2)

 

Physics Sir

1. Hozo (!! – surprised expression on his face!)

2. ila? (done?)

3. rabb??? (may i erase it?)

4. chapp gayi naa (cancels out/eliminate)

5. mustafa (supposedly his name)

6. aae pooza zee.... (pooja ji - some random girl)

7. aae monty (any random guy)

8. chintu! (any random guy)

9. sita-gita (any two girls sitting together)

10. into-pinto (any two boys sitting together)

11. rozy [density(rho) x acceleration due to gravity (g)]

12. kalo kalo (kar lo kar lo!)

13. niki po

14. Phutt gaye maare.....!!!!!! (he said this in distress…oh and d faces he made!!!)

15. kuchipudi.. (while explaining the circuits and the magnetic and electric fields, he moved his hands so much that he said he was doing kuchipudi…then he would start tapping his legs on the wooden stage!)

16. mere biskut kahan hain..? (with his morning tea)

17. yahan to sare bhoot hain na... (when no-one would ans)

18. horrrrendous...!!!

19. UFO! (unidentified object…which for him was Out Of Course…something extra he told us)

20. Noteeeeee (pronounced : naughty)....................... (read : “make a *note* of it”)

21. CAMPA COLA!!!

22. full name is Mohammad Joseph Singh Powar...... (he said he believed that he belonged to every religion!)

23. SHE (read : C) (he did this on purpose)

The funny words, one-liners used by my (fun) teachers! (1)

 

Maths Sir

1. ye toh pappu question hai (simple question)

2. ayeeee

3. ye waali didi btaengi iska answer [this girl (student) will tell the ans]

4. isey kehte hain jugaad method

5. abbey oh champoli!! (a boy who cannot ans/ is talking in class)

6. abbey dot com (same as above/ tells a not so good method to do the qs)

7. arre ye mar gaya aur ye bhi mar gaya ( for elimination method)

8. beta nini aa rahi hai???? bubu peogay??? (someone is looking tired and sleepy)

9. also he said that if you’re too comfortable in class, you either know everything or are not understanding anything at all

10. ye ques apni school teacher se poochna..... agar nahi bataya toh samajh jaana ki.... aur agar bata diya toh... isme kaunsi bari baat hai??? yahi toh teacher ka kaam hai!!!

11. his different superlatives for d wrd cheap- cheap, cheaper, cheapest, cheepra,

12. bas beta bas!!! dekh liya aaj maine..

13. haanji didi, haanji haanji (a girl is answering/ asking something)

14. chaliye aage badhte hain.... (let’s move on to the next topic)

15. arre isey mann ki aankhon se dekho!!! (for a ques)

16. arre ye to laddu ques hai...

17. arre paper bohot hi aasaan hai ( eventhough its d toughest paper)

18. sir- absent kyun thae last class?? student- sir out of station!!!! sir- out of station??? matlab station ke bahar khare the???

19. Toosann (his way of saying tuition) padhne aaye ho yahan???

20. (after every ques) koi tension???

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Longing

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A sad face, a lucid smile

A dull shine in her deep brown eyes,

A humble song, on her lips was embossed

That asked for her lover’s soul,

To come to her in all his might

And hold her in his arms so tight,

That she would forget, that she had lost

The shine in her eyes, and

That she carried a pain

In her voice, each time she spoke.  

 

The longing for the joy, that had blurred

Like on a painting, water spilt all over,

Like the colours that faded as

The sun died into the night,

Like the wall that cracked

as the paint came off,

And the door bell that never rang

Leaving her loneliness alone.

 

And still a hope to have a knock on that door,

And still a hope to again look at the

Mirror and be dumbfound,

To find that the smile long gone

had returned,

Only this time, shining with delight

Leaving the sadness far behind.

Some of the Sketches made by Me!

Let's Make a Heart!

Not sure it'll be quite understandable, but here it goes.









tada!

My Drawing HW from KG





Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Another Mistake - Another Lesson

The first mistake of mine, i noticed was colouring my hair as mentioned in my earlier post. The second one and an even older one was writing my diary entries with a Gel Pen and that too on loose sheets. First of all, never write your important stuff with Gel Pens unless they come with water proof ink, especially not when you have a sister who steals your ideas. Now the trick was, when you're really angry with someone and have had a great fight, then ruin their stuff! How we did it was simple, my sister tore off my notes etc and i put her's in a bucket full of water. Now her notes got saved 'cause her pen's ink was waterproof! But this time i was unaware that 'the idea' will be implemented by her after all these years and then one day i realise that the entries i did on the loose sheets were blurred, torn and well...wet! It was clear that it had happened to me, my idea was once again implemented, this time only the target was my own stuff, my own creation not some teacher-dictated stupid notes. It was heart-breaking, *sob sob*. Just one good thing, actually 3.
I LEARNT:
  1. self control (perhaps i was just scared to) - i didn't avenge my loss
  2. never to use silly non-waterproof Gel pens for writing stuff that is important to me
  3. not to write on loose sheets 'cause they can be easily acquired, drenched and torn

Monday, December 13, 2010

Big Mistake

Okay people, feel lucky that am warning you...Never get your hair coloured, especially when you know that your hair takes like a whole year to grow 1cm.  I did it, and i got it done from one hell of a beautician as you call 'em and she bloody knew nothing. I mean my story of getting my hair coloured is a li'l different especially how it turned into a blunder and not sure anybody would be interested to know it howsoever. But the important point is, don't get your hair coloured 'cause then you'll miss your perfectly black b'ful hair and you won't be able to do anything to get it back!
I had this urge to get my hair coloured in class 9, but then somehow i got myself thinking straight. But this time i freaking got it coloured red, it has been 4-6 months and the colour has turned into some sort of brown but just doesn't go. And i don't like it!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

How Could You Be So Heartless?

Feeling so low right now. After months i went back to dancing, was stupid enough to miss the 1st class for some exam i  didn't get even decent marks in, such a waste i say. Went for the 2nd class and found everything all knew an unknown. The first class is basically the most important, its like the core of what's still to come and i missed it. Had a hard time catching up in my first class. Then parents went out of town for work purpose and i was living with my relatives, hence couldn't attend the 3rd class either. And today when i went to the class it was all new, so much was taught, positioning was done, who's doing what, everything in just the 3rd class. In this 4th class, which was my 2nd, i was still new to all of it. Plus the choreography this time is freakishly GIRLY and i just don't feel like it anymore. Please God, return me my super Girly side so that i can cope up with my classes.(And the concept we have to deliver - Oomph!) Plus i feel so fat, now that i'v put on like 4-5kgs from what i was the last time i danced and a couple of inches too.

I mean i wouldn't have so much of problem catching up had i not been :

  1. So fat
  2. Behind by 2 classes and a lot of counts
  3. So new, once again to my old batch
  4. So scared to do anything..i mean i freaking know everything but i don't know why i feel like a beginner again
And i appreciate my instructor's honestly but...lie for God's sake...criticizing and pointing me out again and again for the whole of the two classes i attended isn't helping much. I mean come on, lie to me and tell me am doing better, to as much as boost up my morale so that at least i try to do something rather than ripping me off completely of the little confidence i'v gathered to be at par with the rest of the batch let alone be better.

Man how much i'v hated my  name for the 2 classes i'v attended... "Moser no"..."no Moser"..."Moser!"...."Moser, i don't want to see you standing there like that once again" (i mean she paused the music on that one!!)......"Moser try"....."Moser, now tell me how does that look...(bad of course!)"...."Moser! - last go".." Moser, you won't get more chances "..."Moser  Moser Moser" ... Only once was my one step exemplary for which i had already had a good verbal bashing last class. 

What am i do to? How am i to take my instructor's word? Has she given up on me, or is she just trying to get me to the level i used to be at? I don't really believe i can dance anymore. But for the work she is putting in to get me to do the right thing, i might as well give it a try. :(

Saturday, December 11, 2010

When Best-friends become A Couple

I don't really know how it is when that happens, 'cause it hasn't happened to me yet. For some it can be good and for some bad, in my personal opinion it'd rather be a boyfriend turned best-friend than a best-friend turned boy-friend. So here's this amazing line i read on someone's blog about her relationship with her best-friend which by the way eventually broke. "you could hurt each others feelings but not break each others heart."  This she said in the context that when they were just friends, doing something stupid rather upsetting to each other just hurt their feelings, whereas when the same things started happening in a relationship it was more of a heart-brake. I don't know how many of you who read it would but I agree with it!

Why am I not Intelligent?

So sometime when I was supposed to be studying, but wasn’t...I asked myself a question “why am I not intelligent?”
Well the cause could’ve been an elaboration of one of the following:
(Also next time I am going to ask myself how the hell was I intelligent in school…if at all that was intelligence)
  1.        Cosmetics
  2.        Infectious diseases
  3.        Stress
  4.        Protein and energy malnutrition
  5.        Micronutrients and vitamin deficiencies (iodine and iron)

Now the causes could be one or all of these, so let’s consider the possibilities.

  1.        Cosmetics: never really used any except for a li’l try with mum’s stuff as a kid and the customary make-up I had to do each time I went on stage for some play or dance. So I guess this reason is largely ruled out.
  2.        Infectious diseases: now this surely must’ve been a big reason as I can vividly recall I was a machine of catching infectious diseases and was down with fever or cold before each exam in school. The frequency of common colds I used to get was so large that it made cold really common in my life. Then it were those viral infections, my chronic sore throat that finally led me to a surgery and then the infection that reached my ear, sinus, many stomach infections I got, jaundice, chicken pox… and what not. So yea this is one of the main reasons I guess.
  3.        Stress: no stress till I was in 10th, life was rather smooth and I was rather happy. One time our car got stolen, but then I was too young to stress about it. But agreed, since 11th started I had stresses of my own and the day 12th ended, people added to those stresses and it’s an ongoing process since then.
  4.        Protein and energy malnutrition: since 8th class I was taking silly medicines for my throat and then my low hemoglobin. Which eventually I left. The thing with my body is, it has a lot of energy but it just can’t somehow utilize it. Doctors did many tests but couldn’t really find out, still hung on a de-warming to be done. But that won’t help much for sure, my body is plain lazy just like me… it doesn’t seem to be wanting to do the work of assimilating and utilizing nutrients.
  5.         Micronutrients and vitamin deficiencies: don’t really have any in particular except for iron and calcium and then of-course I was an angry kid which killed more of my good blood cells. Also lazy till date so didn’t take my supplements either.

10 'Complete' Days!

Came December and it wasn't home anymore, mum-dad went out of station and my sis and i were left behind. Now i had to go to college on 1st, but i would've missed it had my sister been ready to accompany our parents, but she had a test on 8th, so it was staying back for the both of us. It was like after more than 10yrs that we would be staying without our parents, and hence it was a li'l odd to think about. But, it didn't turn out so bad.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

The Topic was always Simple!

After having vented out through my blogs, written heavy psychology stuff, talked about my foolish mountain perceptions, i now come to something important. It was all new a component of college life, something i still hadn't so distinctly experienced in school. Now each one of us know that hating a particular teacher always united us in their mockery and expressing of our hatred towards them. This simple rule worked for me in college too.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

An Ode to My Ancestors!

 

(now i can’t write an ode but, a blog would be good enough i guess.)

How would a picture be to start with? People have the right to see what am talking about and how beautiful my ancestors looked.

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Yes, well that’s my oldest and closest ancestor. What made me write this blog was my fascination with the amazing creature. Intelligent, peaceful, social, and expressive. Just by looking at their pictures, one can make out how amazing these creatures and their expressive powers are.

Some quick facts about The Bonobo!

  1. Was called the Pygmy Chimpanzee. Also known as the Dwarf or Gracile Chimpanzee.
  2. The Bonobo is an endangered species and is found in the wild only in the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
  3. The species is distinguished by relatively long legs, pink lips, dark face and tail-tuft through adulthood, and parted long hair on its head.
  4. The Bonobo has a slim upper body, narrow shoulders, thin neck, and long legs when compared to the Common Chimpanzee. The Bonobo walks upright approximately 25% of the time during ground locomotion
  5. Bonobos are generally understood to be a matriarchal species. In simple words, women have more power than do men!
  6. The Bonobo also has highly individuated facial features, as humans do, so that one individual may look significantly different from another, a characteristic adapted for visual facial recognition in social interaction.
  7. The Bonobo is capable of altruism, compassion, empathy, kindness, patience, and sensitivity.
  8. The Bonobo is an extraordinarily peaceful species.
  9. The mother-son bond often stays strong and continues throughout life.

 

(Bonobo Love) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQNpL-HBoNk&feature=fvw

Saturday, November 20, 2010

The Picture

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For many, this picture was a constant thought, an idea or something the moment they saw it, but for me it was just a picture. I couldn’t really make much of a meaning of it as my mind was so preoccupied with my exam anxiety. But then it dawned upon me that this image was a message. And all of a sudden it was clear, i don’t have a sweet, cherry topped sugar filled post for this picture but it can mean a lot if you see it as i do. I mean look at it, the background is dull, nobody cares what’s there what matters is the focus on the main thing. Just like it is in real life at the task at hand, i can brag about how many great things i’ve done in my past but it would make no sense if am not able to do the thing given to me for now, may that be righting this blog. Though this actually comes in something i really want to do, and that is what this image is about. This image tells me that its not about how many useless, out of focus things i do in my exam days that will matter in the end, what will matter is where my focus should be and it is so very important for the focus to be in the correct place. Now i tried to complete this entry in time but i wasn’t quite able to cause my other priority came up…no none of my friends or family member but some silly college work.  And this is what this picture tells that priority is never one, because when one is over then its none and none is no fun.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Why are we taught anyway?

 

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Skipping the whole how we are born and  life is so easy and then the learning process starts and starts to make our lives tougher, we move on to the main thing. The main thing here is, why are we anyway taught things when we have to, later teach ourselves to overlook what we were taught.

Now am not trying to sound like this crazy idealist trying to overturn the conventions or the contemporaries or either or neither. But the point is why make the effort to teach us crazy morals anyway? First to teach us to differentiate right from wrong, good from bad, pretty from ugly, rich from poor, a horse from a donkey and then to tell us to treat both the horse and the ass the same way? Then you want us not to be judgemental? So fine, i bet if a washer man can afford a horse to carry his stuff around! When i was in class 9th or 10th, my Hindi teacher just blew up banging her fists on the desk and said it out loud that there is no point of teaching these “Kabir k dohey” since the world doesn’t work this way anymore. I guess she was right. Like for example, our parents and our teachers both tell us to identify and then distance from those certain kind of people, now I’ve myself become one of those from whom other kids should stay away Winking smile, but nonetheless, its my blog and i can hold myself the hero here. So we were taught to identify and distance from some kind of people, now as we grew we figured that most of it was overprotective advice, but some of it was actually correct. Repetitive, but that’s how it goes, first half of your life which by the way starts from seeing everyone the same, you are taught how to differentiate and how to act accordingly. And then later, you have to learn to ignore it all like stupid ignorant, un-aware people and pretend as if that “differently bad” person is an angel and life had never been so normal (though it might be very clear that it isn’t). Then you close your eyes and pretend to not judge people, perhaps for your own convenience. And one who doesn’t judge is God, he who doesn’t judge has the power to see all as ONE. Well in my opinion that person just cannot form an opinion.

And now some people might think judgmentalwhat is wrong in not having an opinion, am just minding my own business not having an opinion about it, well guess what someone just went by and hit your cock. Now now now, don’t form an opinion about him, mind your own business do not judge him for his actions, remember not having an opinion and shutting your eyes upon it is playing safe, you be the good guy.

B-)

 

Just to generalise, we’ll take an example of a non-opinionated girl. Everybody loves that girl next door, always there for everyone, never passed a judgemental remark *on your face*.  Yes, i might be that girl too, i will be very happy in my sweet li’l nature and am a people’s person already. Why? Because i didn’t learn my lessons carefully, when they taught me to draw a line in the middle of my notebook and differentiate. Am walking down the street and a guy just felt my ass and went by. But bloody hell, i am not judgemental, plus i am very sweetly ignorant, i will close my eyes upon that and not even curse that son of a bitch even once, not even in my heart. Remember, am the goody-tushu, non-opinionated girl Smile.

Well judging comes in different packages, like if  you like a song, a dress, a cuisine, a person, a behaviour, an act, you are judging. So if i say that somebody’s sense of humour sucks completely or someone is a total  “slip of character Winking smile”, i shouldn’t be looked upon like am an evil entity. And to really think about it everybody is judgemental, some people just won’t show it for some personal reasons that i respect enough not to target.

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In a nutshell : Why teach us then to see things clearly, when one day we are going to be told to shut our eyes upon it?