THE FIFTEEN TOP MOST WIERDEST THINGS THAT I’VE EVER DONE

Hey! Today I’m in a crazy mood! So I’m gonna write down the most absurd things I’ve ever done in my life!

1. I ate a big, black ant when I was 2 years old.
2. I bit my cousin’s hand while sleeping, thinking that she was the villian of my dream.
3. I jumped off the big fence today to fetch my sister’s ball which was lying inside a heap of rubbish and fast growing and not so useful plants.[monitors and insects rule that land. Creepy!!!!]
4. I had hit my uncle’s ear with a hard toy when I was 7 years old. He was sleeping then.
5. I accidently threw my sister off the bed and she injured her head, when I was 7 years old. You can still see the mark near her left eyebrow.
6. I tried to climb a hibiscus plant but fell down badly.
7. I complained to my supervisor about my classmates bringing in cameras and ipods to school[now this is really…….Well, I don’t know what to say]
8. I had argued with my teacher to increase my English grades.
9. I broke my mom’s favourite plant pot and tried to put the plant back in it.
10. I ran off shrieking, seeing a tree frog.
11. I would play teacher-teacher for hours, when I was just 5 years old:]
12. I used to sit and ride on my doggie’s back.
13. I once held my friend Sonali’s collar and held her up for two minutes. She was gasping for breath.
14. I bellowed everything I know about my mother infront of my friends.[I know this is so absurd!]
15. I regularly used to sing and dance in my class!

LAUGH OUT LOUD!!!!!!!!

BLACKIE BLUNDERED!

The above topic sounds a bit like of a mysterious story………but it isn’t. This is a little story about my doggie Blackie[she’s no more now]. :[ :[ :[

I was born in 1996. Blackie was born in 1997! She was only 1 year younger than me. Before my sister was born, she was my real playmate. I loved her dark black and brown fur, the soft coat and her lovely big eyes. She was a ferocious dog somewhat, but still was sober.

My father had bought it at Rs 8000/-, a huge price at that time. I don’t remember much, but I do remember that I liked to ride on her back! Once she had bitten me a bit because I had put my hand in her mouth. I didn’t mind anything but that injection. She would greet me when I’d arrive from school. I’d give my lunch and snacks to her. And she ate them, without any hesitation.

During the 1999 Super Cyclone of Orissa[you all must be knowing about], we all were sitting terrified in our homes. Blacky occupied a sofa and ate chapatis. She was quite frightened as I was. But still, she didn’t mess the house. My mommy hates dogs, but all of us love pets. She has a reason to hate because she had to take care of it.

After some days, she was sent off to my uncle’s house[father’s younger brother]. We had settled up a poultry farm buisness for him and so he needed Blackie. She never hesitated on this decision. She too settled there comfortably. She never ate the chickens until one was given to her. Whenever we went there, she would jump over us and greet us!

Blackie was never fussy about food. Chapatis, meat and Pedigree were her favourites, but she ate anything that was offered to her. She had given birth to 12 doggies. Many were sent off by my uncle. We got one too. But due to the lack of our attention towards Honey[his name], he died. He was buried next to our house[We’ve left the place].

Once Blackie had eaten a frog. Food poisoning and vomiting troubled her for 2 days. I was really scared when the veteraranian came over. But everyone has an end. Blackie died in the year 2009. She was diseased and my uncle’s family was too not well as their son was in the hospital. In the midst of all this negligience, she passed awayat the tender age of 13. Her little sweet memories will never fade off from my mind. Whenever I see an Alsitian, I remember her. I’m sure that God’d have made her a star. She was my star. My little angel.

Blackie somewhat looked like this[I have her photo in print, but I don’t have a scanner]

GETTING TO KNOW THY SOUL

Getting to know thy soul

Is such an experience

That lets you ahead of others,

But you still lag behind.

You get to know about your birth,

But again get notified of your death.

The spirit inside you is a unique one,

We all are uniques,

We struggle to be like others

But actually, who bothers?

In this vast, yet tiny life

We get many things to see,

The births and deaths astonish us,

But yet we are to know the truth within.

The world’s a great stage and we’re merely actors,

We are given roles to try out,

One role goes and comes another,

If it gets bad, there’s no need to ponder.

When things really go to get worse,

Believe in God, and complete the course.

Without your knowledge, one day your acts will vanish into thin air,

You’ll be lost somewhere, without a care.

Who knows when you’d arrive again in a new style?

A new character?

The directors and producers will never mind,

Because they have seen things of such kind.

You’d be the only one alone.

So, let’s start from today,

The art of pray,

Pay for all the sins when you’ve got pain,

And reap happiness for your best.

This is the reality of life,

Here you have to live by and by.

Let your sadness be washed away and happiness stay,

Peace thrive and conscience strive.

TODAY’S FRIENDSHIP: ON SIGHT OR ONLINE

Friendship: this relationship is bigger than a spaceship or a sea ship, and deeper than an ocean or as infinite as the universe. Mostly we should check out the persons we are going to befriend. But in this digital world, where everything is possible, then why not online friends? It has already begun, with Facebook, Twitter, Digg, Myspace, Orkut and lots more. People initially came here to share posts and gossip about their lives. But these gossips are actually becoming too private. And I’ve started to believe that this new generation[that includes me and my sister] are really getting out of the world.

Nishi is a happy kid. She’s 10 and she has no depressions. She completes her home work on her own and I teach her. But still I feel something is wrong with her. She’s unable to make best friends. In her life, I’ve seen so many futile attempts of hers. She always struggles to get a friend, or even a playmate. Either she ends up disgusted with the child or else the child gets angry about her straight forward attitude.

Straight forward attitude runs in our family, I guess. My mom, me and my sis. But my mom never had trouble with her friends. She still calls up her friends Ashima aunty, Purnima aunty, Surekha aunty, and a lot more aunties. I had recently problems with my friends. But just look at Nishi. She hasn’t any real pals!

The problem lies in the new generation itself. Lots of new technologies have taken off our mind from actual sports and games, and even friends. I’ve seen my classmates[especially girls] who don’t like Games classes[I look forward for them!]. Instead they keep gossiping about others,, without a care in the world. Some even smuggle up phones, games and cameras from their homes. Teenage, I guess, is really troublesome. “Why should I go out when I can watch videos, play video games and chat online for hours?” Guess who love these lines.

Lets’ get back to Nishi. My heart sinks when she says me: “Nani, I thought Sneha was my best friend but she started a gossip about Preethi and Namrata and then gossiped about me to them and then there was a big fight”, and a ”big breakup”. Just two days before Sneha had handed over a card to Nishi with pink drawn flowers and had written: ”You are my best friend.” I don’t know what’s going on. When I was in class five, almost the whole class knew me and we talked with each other. When we grow up, our mind becomes more complex[I think my mind isn’t yet] and move on to a smaller circle. But on to bigger gossips.

I didn’t know what was complexity then. There were many things I didn’t know. Time is a great teacher. I learn from my mistakes. I love to do my home works. I love playing outside. I love internet. Nishi’s still small. Smaller than me. Why is time taking such tests of hers? And all other kids who are fans of Internet around the world? The problem is that they’ll suffer more in the virtual world rather than in the school playground.

I’m afraid that when my sister will take the first step in this mind boggling Internet, she’s going to get friends. Yes, many of them. But I don’t know how many will turn fake. I hope she never gets along those X rated sites. Maybe I’m exaggerating. But all I can do is hope…….

God bless my sister!

FRIGHTENED BY FROGS!!!

What a dreadful event it was! No better than a nightmare, but worse than that.

Yesterday I was resting with my sister on my bed when suddenly the electricity went off. It’s not unusual, because here it is mandatory for electricity to go off just when a little black clouds come on the sky. My sister had just taken her lunch after arriving from school but wasn’t tired. So we decided that we would go outside and sit on the staircase, where the wind was at its best and the place was well lighted. I also took Nishi’s Oriya book so that I could teach her.

Hardly I had finished explaining a paragraph to her, Nishi let out a shriek. “Gasp, it’s a frog!” I exclaimed. I was already shaking in fear. There was a frog, just over the wall on my head!!! ” Get a broom quickly and close the door!”, Nishi said. Little we did knew that we would be trapped outside.

For almost 45 minutes, we were trying to shake that Hyla[tree frog] from our wall. But it jumped down and again climbed on the door. Again I shook it off. But then he hid behind the curtains. Another time he packed himself up in one corner of the door. We were frightened to open the door as it would get inside. But at the same time it wetted our sitting place[yuck]! Now neither we could drive the frog out, nor we could sit. We were trapped. The rains began. How heavily it poured! I prayed to God and started crying 😦

Fortunately our maid came just then and swept the frog off. I heaved a sigh of relief. We opened our door and went inside. Electricity was back and we went to see Pokemon:]

That’s not the end! In the night time when I went to lock the roof door, a frog was sitting there. Luckily, my sister checked the door. I fled to the house and locked the door!

Today when I went to roof with clothes to be dried, I was a bundle of nerves. I carefully climbed the steps and finally reached. But there was the frog, sitting on the chair!!!!

I was petrified and rushed without locking the door! I ran for my life! It is what you can call frog-phobia. When I narrated to my mother about this incident after she came back, she laughed and laughed……..and sat with her head downcast.

Really a very freaky incident for me. I don’t know how will I attend Biology practicals…………

RAIN, I FEEL YOU’RE SPECIAL…………..

 

Today, when I woke up in the morning, it was the rain who greeted me……

It washed down my feet and flowed through my arms,

Just like a summer retreat.

The tiny rain drops trickled down my specs and made it difficult to see through.

But I was clearly able to see the reality within.

The flowers, once in their majestic form

Were soaked to the extent,

Plants were bending like a servant by the king,

Or, what else, could I have expected?

The rain can wash lives and livestock,

But couldn’t wash my memories…….

It can bring happy days to the farmers,

But ignite sadness in me……

Flooded streams with toads croaking,

This was not what I bothered,

All I bothered was this lonely day and had quietly sobbed.

When on a rainy day I hated to wake up for school,

Today I was wide awake and stared in the direction of my school.

The gentle breeze crossed my face,

My hairs were out of their place, but I didn’t mind,

Those keratin fibres emitted a spark in me,

It was through them that I could see.

I had stuck my face with them in the class,

To avoid being a joke in just a flash.

How much can jealousy drive you?

Can it, to such an extent, that I’d feel sorry for myself?

Or for them, who are selfish within?

Whatever it maybe, O dear rain, I feel you’re special for me, really,

It’s infront of you that I can pour out my heart so freely!

Send your vast wishes to me so that I can be bold

To feel the inner feelings which have been knocked out by cold,

Send your waters to wash me by,

So that no one can see my tears when I cry……………….

Good day, dear rain, have a great day,

One day it’ll be you, who’ll mix my body in the soil of the bay.

 

 

MEMORIES OF AN OLD UNFORGOTTEN PAST……………..

Stories: Well, these small reading pieces take our imagination to such an extent that whatever we read seems true. Ah, the aroma of plotting, with the mixture of friendship and fights make stories a more like of gossip. Well, I’ve also a habit of gossiping, so be ready! I’d like to start from when I was 11 years old. Here it goes…….

When I was in Class 7, my class teacher would always make me sit near the boys. I did never mind, because if teacher felt it all right, that meant that I was a fine kid. Once I had to sit at the last bench with 2 guys, Pradosh and Sai Siddhant. They could not avoid me for more than 2 days, so we were best pals during the end of my 7th grade. During math classes, we would chuckle and cut paper pieces and play randomly. The teacher did never caught us. We did also never got tensed because of our timely Homework and classwork submissions. That felt good! One of those guys thought that I was spying the whole class with my teacher. So they called me Spi! I don’t know actually what’s the meaning, but they use it as a short form for Spider. Really I’m not a black widow or tarantula!!!!!

But there’s another story to it. Whenever new classmates came, I would befriend them, because I felt those new guys would be feeling pretty lost around the school. And making friends is always such a good habit! That’s when I met my friends, Swagat, Pratyush and Aishwarjya. I was also made to sit with them. Some girls used to hate my carefree attitude madly, but Sonali was along with me all the time. Best friends! So, Swagat and Aishwarjya would push me off the bench and watch the fun. It was rather a sort of disgusting part, but one day I let off a tantrum. And that seemed to work! They stopped bothering me in that way, but always tease me!

 

Aishwarjya

Swagat

There’s yet another bug in the story. A guy named Dipti[he’s very naughty and there are really no words by which I can scold him! Sheesh!] once slapped me, because I had said something which I shouldn’t have, but you know, me and my big mouth. I don’t have the art of speaking really. People like to talk me, but I don’t seem to have a little bit of power on their decisions. So I was shocked. He always tried to scare me out of my wits, but I’ve grown out of it. Now he’s perhaps become better, I hope so. But I’ve still a sadness that I couldn’t win any prizes that year.

Dipti

In class 8, there was a rush of new friends: Suman, Suchismita, Sushree Kiran, Punyadhara, Sanak, Purab[the sweet and cute round apple pie]!, Priyanshi and Snigdha[left the school]. It wasn’t difficult to handle so many friends, but it was such a delightful experience! Just imagine being a girl who has friends throughout the class. My befriending trick went so badly on Punyadhara that she even consulted me for buying books with her father on my relative’s phone number! Cute, isn’t she??? Then there was Singdha. She always never got hold of me and Sonali! Always used to sing Telegu songs she overheard from her brother! Suman and Sushree Kiran are pretty and strong girls. Always used to consider me as her best friend! And as for Suchismita, we used to call her Chhunci[needles!].

A group photo of me, Subhrasmita[one of my best friends at Dav Pokhariput], Silvie, Suman and Anwesha[St. Xaviers]

I was never really afraid of boys, even when they were all around. I had no idea about the violence, so was the case. But still I had a great faith on my friends. Infact most of my friends are guys, so I always roam around like a cool dude. Girls like it!

Just in my 9th standard I was plunged into deep friendship. I was in a group[solely, I was the only girl in a boys group] which tended to be permanent. Little did I knew about the plot that was cooking. There were five of us: me, Swagat, Dibya, Sahashransu and Sanak. And sometimes Aishwarjya. We made projects together. I thought that these glorious lies were to last on forever.

Purab and Sahashransu

Dibya

Well, I’d like to talk about Nilofar, the academic star of the class. Next in line were Pratyush, Swagat, Abhisek and a lot more. Don’t forget me! We were a type of friends, but still a type of enemies; like Betty and Veronica in Archies comics. I loved her, but sometimes disliked her attitude. But still, she wasn’t a bad guy after all. I love her.

Nilofar[in the yellow dress]

Everything started to go wrong after 9th class. I had made a bad performance, with a score of 9.2[compare it to this year’s score of 10! one of the best!] and had no prizes to my credit, unlike Class 8, where I was lucky to bag 3 of those beauties! In Class 10, my friendships shattered, with Silvie and Priyanka coming in the way. I love the duo, but still, they made a big mess in which I got entangled. Dibya wasn’t talking to me like before, not also with his best friends. I sensed something was wrong, so I straightway complained to the Supervisor about his behaviour and also added that he had Ipod and camera with him in his school bag. Needless to say, the whole class was furious at me. Again it was my mistake. I shouldn’t have poked my nose in other’s buisness. But well, I’ve learnt it in the harder way. Nobody wanted to be my friend. Also I was discarded from my so called permanent team. I was shattered. Forever. I felt sudden pangs of depression in my mind. My friends started to turn their backs away from me. My board exam was around the corner. I’ve scored CGPA 10[above 91%]. Everyone are happy. But still after that incident, Punyadhara, Dibya and Sonali kept calling me. Punyadhara also gives me pretty messages on my mom’s mobile!. I was so happy! It was like I had got everything in the world.

Punyadhara

But as I was to choose my own new school, things changed. Swagat, Purab called me up to change my decision. It has been like that. I had always worked on the ideas of Swagat. But he wouldn’t recieve emails and calls from me. But now, everything’s changed. So what’s the mantra to friendship? Glory? Success? Fame? Well, I had fame in my school as a member of the School Cabinet. But success has come to me recently. Well, I can’t doubt you, old pals. It’s so that I love and respect your friendship, that if you do a bit from your side, I would have been elated. But I’ve got a bit smarter. I’ll surely wait for you, Swagat. One day you’ll really understand me. Then we all can be indispensible friends!!!!!!!!!!!!

My photo during Diwali

WHEN WILL I LEARN TO BE DECISIVE???

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When will you behave like a big girl Nickie?’, is my mother’s first dialogue for me. She always has something or the other to say me like; ” You are good for nothing” or ” Don’t you dare do that. You’ll create a mess here and my work’ll be doubled”. Strangely, I think she doesn’t think that there’s a big mess in my head. My brain. Scattered and torn, its cerebrum, cerebellum are out of the skull. So things are going out of my mind. Don’t think so much. I’m not ravaging mad!!!

From childhood itself, I’m a bit childish. Immature, as one of my classmate used to say me. I would get angry, but at the same time overwhelm with joy that I’m not like her or those other girls who are fashionable and move around the school as if they own it. I like my own self. I am what I am. I still play with dolls, have tea parties with my sister and I’m crazy about Ben 10[Yesterday I got the Gems Surprise Pack where the jumbled GreyMatter toy was awaiting me!]. I pestered mom till she agreed to get one. But she had a new dialogue this time: ” Don’t you feel ashamed that you’re going to read in Class 11 and still playing with toys?” I did feel a bit bad, but no worry. I always get these spankings. I’ve got used to them:]

That’s the matter[no, it’s not GreyMatter this time]. My former school where I used to read wasn’t Senior Secondary. So I had to get admission into a new school. Since I’ve scored CGPA 10 in my CBSE Xth Board Exam, it wasn’t difficult. But my new school is very far away from my house. And now my old school has got affiliation to open classes for XI and XII. I’m least interested for my old school, but my parents are pinning me to study there because it is near to my house. I don’t want to study there again. I’ll tell you why.

1. I’ve become a bit smart. Last 3 years were very troubling for me. There were a lot of strifes between me and my friends, and since I was a member of the School Cabinet, it made the matters worse. So now after I took so much time and pain to forget those bitter memories, I have to again recall them in my old school. Very painful.
2. The XI batch is new, and we’ll be an experimental batch. Staff and lab quality is unknown to me till yet.
3. The fees is more.
4. My former school is not so good, but still I love it. It’s a part of DAV Managing Committee and the youngest schools of Bhubaneswar. I’ll really regret if I spend my 2 years here again in the same school.
5. My school needs donations, so I’m thinking whether they’ll take me or would like to have new students. [I’ve no intention to ruin my school’s reputation]

Aren’t these five reasons enough? But still, I’m in a dilemma. Even after having so many points in my head, I’m confused. I don’t know what’s good for me. Will it be better if my parents take decision? Or has time come for me to be decisive? I’m a kidoo who even doesn’t know what to buy at a clothes store. My mom chooses for me. Will I take the perfect decision? Will my head be all right? Oh my God, when will I learn to be decisive?

Pooh, that’s enough for today. Now I’ve taken a decision that I’ll go and play with my doll house rather than write anything more or else my head’ll burst:P

I’ve written a poem on the topic to convince my mother-

Thank you mummy for supporting my decision,

To make you proud and happy is my mission.

You are the one to cheer my decision first,

I’m so glad to have you right from the start!

I’m sure you’ll make me smart,

With love, your naughty little brat!!!!

But still, no one’s agreed to send me there because of transportation and a bit odd reputation about the school……..

Well, everything has its’ own +ve and -ve points…….

So I guess, it’s DAV for me again….

I’ll be back to DAV!

HOW MUCH FRIENDSHIP MATTERS TO YOU???

Getting in through my old school doors once again

Is such a dilemma……..

Memories hard to be forgotten

Turn my thoughts into an enigma……

I was flying high in the sky

But I’m on the ground again

Gracing the heavenly bonds

That strikes my heart within.

Friendly ties afresh my mind

I was of a silly kind

That I had made up my heart

To get ready to be stricken with arrows and darts.

I was missing my friends but now I’ll be missing them more

My heart’s not that brave, I encore.

My life’s turned again towards my past,

So I’ve yet again got a sore too fast.

12 years of amity burnt a hole

And no wonder my heart was stole,

Yet 2 years await me

I’ve got much more to see.

This time I won’t bother my friends to look at me

I won’t be used up again for free

Let all of them understand my weight

Only then I’d be able to settle up my fate.

Love you friends, this was for you all; you are my destiny,

I shall be yours for all eternity.

STRANGERS……HOW DO WE JUDGE THEM???

Strangers….always seem so different to us….suspicious, thieves, smugglers, kidnappers…..but have you ever thought how do strangers feel about us? After all, we are also strangers for them. This is one of my true life incident about strangers…..how I met them and what impact they left on my life.

In 2006, when I was in Class 6, I was travelling in a train in the Sleeper Class to Hyderabad. It was an one and a half day journey. I was very excited to see the charms of the city where the Nizam once used to reign. But my father had muddled up the things yet again and we had to face trouble. Sometime around midnight, two ladies came by and asked us to get up from our seats. A fierce battle started on with those two ladies and my parents. I was not being able to understand anything what was going on. My sister, then just five years old, clung to me, afraid. The TT  was called and we lost our seats. All these things for Daddy. Mom then shouted at him. It was justified too. Mom was travelling to another unknown place with two little kids and lots of luggage, but Daddy was invincible. Perhaps that’s why God made me their child to make me understand different personalities with fair eyes[I hope I do!!!!!!] When all the doors were closed for us, there was another Oriya family who gave us support. I don’t even remember their name. They shared their own seats with us, which is quite uncommon for people on trains. I was so afraid. After a few hours, we got down on our station and they went ahead. I could only manage to say Thank you. We exchanged our phone numbers. I don’t know where that phone diary is now. But I still think that wherever they might be, they would also be feeling proud about the good deed they did that day.

Whenever I chat online or comment in other’s blogs, I check their profile, but I’m unable to check their personality. Same problem must be there with others who visit my website. I hope you have ways to check out my personality!!!!!!

I’ve managed to write a poem on strangers:

Strangers are likely to be passengers,

Whom you never meet anyway.

They can be good or bad,

But how do we judge them?

Befriending them can be great

But then you have to check your fate.

Going on with your life is another option,

Which can be adjusted by you with a caption.

However may be,

Strangers are strangers; and will remain strangers

For all eternity.

THE HABIT TO SAY ”THANK YOU”

Today I’m really very happy. I’ve scored CGPA 10 points. 10 of my classmates out of 52 have achieved this credit. Now my photograph would be displayed in front of my school. My parents, friends and relatives are really proud of me. I’m also glad that I could meet their expectations successfully. I was watching news in the afternoon when the students were being interviewed about their grades. So my mother asked me ‘’what would be my response to such a situation?’’ I started in this way….

‘I’d like to thank my teachers, friends, parents and tutors for my achievement. I’d like to thank this and that…….’

Then an idea struck my mind: Why every time I’ve to say thank you to every person who owes something to me? When I was wished ‘congrats! , I had to thank everyone. Or else, it would be considered rude by my side.

Actually, saying Thank you is a very nice etiquette. There is no shame in thanking anyone. But chattering it every time gets a bit boring. As my friend Punyadhara says: How much I do try, but you’re such a stupid that you never forget to thank me! What a comment, I must say. I’m very much addicted to these words. I’m sunk. Most of my replies to emails and blog comments start with a vote of thanks.

My mother does every chore around the house. I help her by 20%. Whenever I do something, she thanks me. But I don’t deserve that, I think. This is my home, so it’s my duty to take care of it. But I always need someone to boss around so that I do my work properly:] And I do demand a thanks when I do something for someone but it shouldn’t be asked……silly me!

But we don’t thank others for a comment. Rather, we become more arrogant. I’m the biggest example:] Laugh at yourself rather than laughing than on others, then you’ll be a great personality someday. But we are the opposites!!!!

In the evening I went to the temple. It was closed. But still I went around the idols. My eyes were filled with the tears of hope and joy. I could say nothing to God but only this:

THANK YOU GOD, YOU MADE MY DAY!!!!!!!!!

Many a times in our life, situations come when we manage to say only thank you: these two words express your gratitude for the other person. It’s music to my ears. So when my mom hands me my dinner, I’m cute enough to say Thank you! Or when my friend gives me a message, Thnx yaar is my reply.

Finally I can only say that to write this I needed the help of my internet connection: Thank you Internet:]

WE BLOGGERS AREN’T MAD!!!!!!

I’m in for a shock. While I was typing my article titled: THE UNIVERSE IS POSSIBLY ENDLESS, I was checking another blogger’s website. Her name is Jaan. I was surfing through it when my father noticed it too. He was sitting beside me. When he read her blog a bit, he exclaimed teasingly,”Look, a snake’s pic is in here. Must be a mad fellow like Babu!!!!!”

Now Babu is the pet name my father calls me by. It’s not only my pet name, he calls Babu to every shopkeeper he visits, every dog he sees and every passerby. Oh God, did he only get this name to call me? According to mathematics, I can make an equation using the contradiction method, but let it be.

I was deeply shocked by this fact. For him, its a joke, for others, its a job but for me, its like living my dream. Though I aspire to be a Space Scientist, my feet are still on the ground, and my eyes are on the writings. I tend to write about anything that comes in my mind, no wonder how silly it is, but I feel that it’s a good habit to share thoughts and ideas. [for details, see BEYOND THE KEYBOARD LETTERS]

We bloggers actually live in a world of lunacy, always wanting to write more and more. We seldom do think about hunger when we are blogging. For us, it seems to be our own world, our own virtual world. Like for example, I can write  a whole conversation with my sister and I know you’ll enjoy reading it:

‘Hey Nishi, can you please get me a glass of water?’

‘No, I’m sleepy. Why don’t you get it yourself?’

‘Oh come on, please give me some water.’

‘Since today morning I’ve been fetching you food, books, etc. Everyone cares about you, but no one cares about me!’

‘That’s not the point, Nishi!’

‘That’s the point. Your stomach aches. Then you need not do anything. But my hands are paining. What about that?’

‘I..um……er….’

‘You don’t have any words, don’t you? When you don’t do anything for me, then I won’t do too!!!!’

‘I’ve done many things for you. Who teaches you? Who taught you typing? Is it compulsory that when one helps you then only you are going to help her?’

‘Blah blah…..whatever, Teddy and Bunny are better than you, because they don’t shout at me!!!!’

‘They are lifeless. So they will never show you the right path in your life. Well, that’s your choice. What can I say?’

‘[Sob] Nani, I’m sorry….here’s your water….’

‘Hey cutie, don’t cry now…..let’s go to sleep.’

The above lines are actually not worthy of being written, but we bloggers can muddle up everything into a bundle and can make it into a source of entertainment and knowledge. Blogging has become a favourite for millions in the world. Actually, blogging is one of the best decisions that I’ve ever taken in my life. Inspired by my cousin[Resonner’s Blog], I started on my own. Now I can feel the difference between my writings last year and this year. Yes, I’ve improved!!!!!! And I’ve also made one of my friends to start blogging[Awesome Krishna’s Blog] That’s the best part of blogging: Encouragement.

So, I’ve finally proved that bloggers aren’t mad at all!!! It’s just that they are a bit crack persons:]

BEYOND THE KEYBOARD LETTERS………….

Since 2010, I’ve been blogging with wordpress.com. Within 1 year, I’ve noticed that this place is a great site for expressing our views and ideas with other fellow bloggers with the same thinking: LIVE TO WRITE, AND WRITE TO LIVE. I feel that it’s better than social networking sites. Sorry, Facebook and Twitter lovers, I didn’t want to hurt you all, but these sites have shortcuts for everything. Nowadays, people have forgotten to write letters and instead send “‘scraps’ to each other, “like” the “tweets” and don’t feel like writing sentences. But here, we bloggers can write on almost all topics and seek comments for it. Take me, for example. I like to read books and magazines, so I’m learning how to write like you all. Frankly to speak the truth, my blog gets the least traffic. So you might be thinking, my writings are a waste? Not at all!  That’s the main advantage of blogging.  We learn writing ourselves. Here are my 6 points why blogging is the best thing to do once you are online:

• IMPROVING WRITING SKILLS: Blogging is a great way to express yourself. If you are a prolific writer, you can use the same QWERTY keyboard that others use for chit chat, but still, you’ll be ahead of them. Writing is the best thing you can do when you get bored. If someone’s birthday’s round the corner, why don’t you send a poem written by yourself? Remember, originality is the most important thing that we have to maintain while blogging.
• SAVING MEMORIES: Often people write their experiences in their old faithful diaries. But once you get them on the web, people get to read them. Diaries get moth eaten and torn, but your webpages don’t.
• MAKING NEW FRIENDS: Who said that only Facebook and Twitter get friends? While blogging, if you are really a cool writer, then compliments will pour in, making you more able to write. And with so many people coming online everyday, you’ll surely find yourself a friend. No scams at all. I guarantee.
• A NEW WAY TO LOOK AT THE WORLD: When you blog,  you create an identity of your own self, without any makeovers. A liitle place is made for you in this world of Internet, so you no longer remain Sam185 of Twitter, where we don’t get to know the original identities.
• UNDERSTAND YOURSELF: When you write, try writing about your daily experiences so that you can relieve all your pressures out of your mind and get relaxed. The thoughts should come out of your heart, not forcibly written, just for the sake of writing. Haste makes waste. So take your own time to get away with your write ups.
• STRIVING THROUGH COMPETITION: Competition, as we know, follows our life. So it is not astonishing that here also you’d have to compete with millions of bloggers around the world, to make a special place for yourself. This is a good thing, because your writing improves once you start competiting. Remember, billions use internet, but millions provide the writings to them. So whatever you write, take it up proudly.

You want to get into the FEATURED POSTS list, don’t you? So do I. So just stop bragging and start blogging. Good luck!!!!!!

THINGS THAT SCHOOLS CAN’T TEACH……

Since many days, I’m at home, waiting for my Std Xth CBSE Exam Board results. Within these days, it’s true that I’ve become a couch potato and get glued near my TV and laptop; but I’ve also got a lot of time to think apart classes and tuitions. There are many things that schools can, but they usually don’t care to teach since they consume time which can be used to inculcate education and sports in students. Here is my list of such activities: { if you have more ideas, then please drop down some lines:] }

1. SELF RESPECT: In this case, I’m talking about myself. I’ve got a stage fearness and it got worse when I reached Class X. Being the School Captain, I had to deliver a speech on the eve of Republic Day. But, just see my cursed fate, I forgot my speech, infront  of the whole crowd and the principal. I felt so embarassed that day. Year after year, competition for getting best in academics was increasing, so was my determination for achievement. My responsibilities were also increasing. So I eventually lost my balance and experienced the blues. But, after my family and friends confronted me, I was okay again and regained my self respect back. School teachers and juniors only commented on me.

  

2. TO BE SAVED FROM BULLYING: I’d like to thank God that I’ve never bullied or become a victim of bullying. I’ve read many articles about bullying, and how teachers and parents mistake it for just small fights between kids. But this can lead to the victim being depressed at later stage in life and the bullies being criminals. According to a new study, 30% of bullies consumed alcohol and did criminal activities 4 times more than the kids who aren’t. Infact, school is the starting place for bullying and now it has taken a new turn: cyber bullying. Eventually, the victim may commit suicide under peer pressure. In one year alone, 14 kids killed themselves because they were bullied in Japan. When the tormentors were arrested, they merely said, ‘it was fun’.

3. MONETARY VALUES: Schools often teach life values to children, but what the life’ll be without money? It’s rightly said that ” any fool can make money, but it takes a wise man to save it.” Children should be taught to save money, so part time jobs are the best option. But in a country like India, where unemployment is vast, part time jobs are difficult to come. I’m also searching job for last 2 months, but I’ve failed. I see my parents working hard, almost 10 hours a day. I avoid pocket money, I believe in ‘work and pay’ option. And all my saved money from running errands for my mother goes into the piggy bank.

THE UNIVERSE IS POSSIBLY ENDLESS

 

Yesterday I was reading the record breaking bestseller book:  ”A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME: FROM BIG BANG TO BLACK HOLES” by STEPHEN HAWKING. I completed the first chapter titled” Our picture of the universe.” Truly, it’s the most wonderful book I’ve ever read. And I got hooked to it from the first page itself. I’ve just started my journey towards my Class XI, and I don’t have much idea about the Physics that is going to be taught to me. So it is not a wonder that I was unable to judge some points in the book, like the following:

• The Greeks had an argument about why the earth’s round, since one first sees the sails of the ship coming over the horizon and later sees the hull.
• ”If we assume that there are infinite number of stars in the sky located in a finite position, still they would not fall, because there would be no central point to fall on”: Newton argued.

 

Science has no ending, it goes on releasing more and more questions and ideas for us to solve. So I had my own doubts and thoughts, as I was gazing the sky looking majestic as the Sun threw its last glimpse on it. If ever Science ever reaches its zenith, it’ll be not useful to the common people if they don’t explore the beauty and secrets hiding in it.  My questions are:

• Do the orbits of other planets come in the way of Sun’s orbit? If yes, then how does it affect both the parties?
• How did we get to know about Big Bang and Big Crunch?

Such questions might be very very insignificant for great researchers, since they know about it, but I don’t know. it is obvious that I’m also a little creature of Planet Earth of The Solar System in the Milky Way Galaxy looking towards the Universe with a vast eye of questions, questions and questions.

The Universe has always amazed mankind, with its planets, comets, meteors and meteorites and the darkness, gravity and freezing temperature above. Terms like SpaceTime are truly fascinating, because they have theoretical approach, but no one has ever witnessed it. Have you ever seen a Black Hole? The answer is no, because we have assumptions, theories and contradictions doing the talking more than our practical research and movements in space. It’s like a great big ocean and we are just holding onto a tide and braving a mission to explore the whole water body.

Everyday I pray to God to make me older quickly so that I can make money through my education and fulfill my dreams of being a Space Scientist and a freelance writer. But then a thought struck my mind today: Now I’m 15, then I’ll be 20, then 30 and so on. I’ll be growing older day by day!!! One day will come in my life when my existence will be ripped off. The End. If this is the case, why do we want to get older and start repenting for the loss? Can’t it be a reversible action? I hope it might become in the several decades to come.

It’s the same case with universe. It started with just being a nebula. But Big Bang then changed everything. Today it is so vast that we can only peek our heads near Milky way and a bit beyond. All the heavenly bodies of the universe get created and get destroyed[ stars end up being black holes or supernovas], just like all the living organisms. God has created all of us. So, the final question I’d like to ask is; If we are mortal, is the Universe so? If it is, then time has to cover a very, very long journey. But again a question: Space and time are related phenomena; directly proportional quantities.  Then what is this universe? is it going to end. I’ve no answer. THE UNIVERSE IS PROBABLY ENDLESS, OUR QUEST FOR KNOWLEDGE IS LISTLESS.

UNSYSTEMATICS!!!

You must have learnt and heard about Mathematics, Economics, Mechanics……. But unsystematics? Well, I’ve made my own word, unsystematics, meaning lack of time management and a lot of unsystematic works around us. I was unable to understand this when my mother used to explain me about the systems management in our country, and how difficult it is to strive in there. She even challenged me that I cannot travel alone, nor I can do anything easy like she does. For eg. depositing money in the bank. So I was determined, ready to face her challenge, I agreed, and set afoot[with my punctured bicycle in the hot sun]. My mother gave me Rs 500/- and her passbook. ”Go carefully”, she advised. I was rather angry and replied reluctantly, ”I’ll show you what I can achieve”.

I went walking, carrying my cycle with me. Good heavens, when I reached the cycle store, it was closed for the day. ”Now I have to walk to the bank all the way”, I thought. The walk took almost 10 minutes only, but it was made worse by the sorching heat.  Soon, I reached my destination. I was exhausted and drenched in sweat, but I was happy. I went upstairs the building and into the bank. The bank was surprisingly clean and beautiful. I admired it. But I was not at all happy with their service. I approached a peon uncle to help me fillup the form. He agreed. I thanked him. I thought then that my work is over. But I seldom knew that I had to wait for 15 minutes more for another banker to arrive and who would take care of me.

I approached to the other present banker, but in vain. He refused, though my mother had said that he was a good person. Any way, I was sitting on the sofa, without a  breeze blowing on my face. It was looking like a ripe tomato with numerous dew drops. At last, that aunty arrived. Then she again made me wait for 10 minutes. Soon, the work was over. I was thrilled. I jumped on the stairs, onto the ground and walked off in a happy daze. But the walk was again tedious. I had started my journey at 9.45 am, and reached home at 10.30 am. Nearly one hour. So much fuss for such a deposit. If this is the case, then our time is getting wasted. And I solely blame the system our country has.

Everyone’s time is precious. We need to be punctual. But this doesn’t work well in our country. If I’m punctual, the banker was not. How many more decades would be required for this, I’m uncertain. In this case, a sense of time management should be knocked among people so that more productive works can be done in the remaining time. A sense of  systematic will be generated. And my definition would be declared rubbish.

THE CRICKET FEVER

There’s something about this game,

Which has earned so much fame.

 Cricket is the ultimate thing that we understand,

 For it we leave our work unplanned.

 There’s no antidote for cricket mania,

 People also forget the game of Sania.

But only helping hands and praying lips,

 Equipments and a few tips,

Overcome our fever

Which makes us excitedly shiver.

Hunger and thirst are forgotten,

Other necessities get rotten.

“Cricket and cinema are our religion’’, this is what Indians say,

For these they are ready to face any situation, comes what may.

 The glimmering lights and the jeering crowd,

Makes cricket feel truly proud.

And this world cup of 2011

 Graced India from the magic of heaven.

Indian players lifted the world cup with joy,

Other people soon engaged in the celebration by and by.

 When Dhoni hit a six,

The Srilankans were in a fix,

India won the game,

 A huge fame to claim.

This season is going to get all the more interesting,

 With DLF IPL in the clearing.

This game of glorious uncertainties,

Is the main cause of our festivities,

Play or pacify, that’s the way,

For a new achievement, a new joy.

Well, I don’t have any might for its continuation,

But this is, and will be my favourite; that’s my decision.

I hope this game of gentlemen

 Will get more popularity in the coming gens*.

Oh, this cricket fever,

Is going to end never.

*generations

THE LOST DAYS

5^th of March: How can I ever forget that day? My CBSE X^th board exam started from that day onwards. It was also my mother’s birthday. I was very excited and nervous. My fate had set me down in front of 5 question papers with answer bundles, till 23^rd of March. How quickly the days flew off, I seldom know. Mathematics, Sanskrit, Social Science, English and Science- All were the cause of my worries. After completion of each exam, I not only handed over the answer sheet to the supervisors, but also my peace of mind, patience and faith. ‘I would surely get A₁ in all the subjects’, I pleaded to God daily, and I’m pleading to God till now.

The great day arrived- the last day of the exam. I was very happy. The paper went off very well. The sound of the last bell was music for my ears. Without stopping with anyone to chat, I straightway headed to my mother who was waiting for me outside, along with many anxious parents in the hot sun. Some people were busy in handing over the leaflets of coaching institutions and the parents were wildly searching each leaflet for something special for their child.

‘Mummy!’ I called. I went to her, sat in the car, and we drove off to a relative’s house. A surprise was awaiting me.

 ‘Wow! Chicken Biriyani! Yummy!!’ I ate two times and was satisfied. Then I gulped down some water along with an Amul ice cream. After all this, we headed home.

I was ravaging madly around the house. ‘Hurray! My exams are over!’ I was shouting again and again. From 3-7 p.m., I was watching CID, a detective show on Sony Entertainment television. Then suddenly a thought struck my mind- Exams over. Xth over. No friends anymore. I have to leave my old school. What am I going to be? An engineer or a doctor? [they are the only options parents prefer for their wards; IIT, AIEEE or AIIMS]

I was confused and depressed. The completion of my exam which was the cause of my happiness became the cause of my sorrow. Oh! What I was supposed to do without my friends? Where will I stand without their support? Would I get admission at proper schools and coaching institutions? What I am going to do now? Become a couch potato and lay on the bed all day watching cartoons?????

I was terribly upset and bored. No activities, no friends. I was now remembering the bygone days at my old school. On 28^th march, my sister got her books and copies. Till 12:30 p.m. in the night, I was reading her books and was writing her name on them. Each time I wrote her name, I felt as if I was writing my name in the notebooks for the beginning of a new session.

 My eyes were almost at the verge of crying. Everything reminded me of my old school. I don’t know what God has kept in store for me. Now I’m preoccupied by entrance exams. I have to read my Xth course of Science and Mathematics again and again. I’m really tired by all these. My days of freedom are over. I can only just look back at the old sweet and bitter memories I have preserved in my heart of those gay lost days.

WHEN I FAILED TO UNDERSTAND MY RESPONSIBILITIES…..

The simplest things we need to do sometimes become the most important things of our life- as well as expensive and time consuming. And one of the simplest things is just to understand our responsibilities, but still it is an important job, since we all have got certain expectations from our family and friends.

I was to give an entrance examination for entry into class XI. The cost of the form was Rs 500/-. My mother purchased one. When she returned home, an admit card, an admission form and a prospectus, along with her handbag, tired face and a tensed mind were present with her. My mother strictly instructed me to read the prospectus properly and fill the forms accordingly. But I was feeling sleepy. Boredom was eating me from within. ‘Can someone die of boredom?’ I thought. So, being carefree, I read the prospectus absentmindedly. 4 photos were required: 2 passport size photos of mine and 2 photos of my parents. And that needed to be signed by a gazette officer. My father took care of all these. My parents signed on the forms. Everything was set for the form submission day.

The day arrived. My mother went to the school to submit my admit card and form in the hot sun. But unfortunately, she could not. Why? Because I had not provided my CBSE X^th Board Exam’s admit card and the bill!!!

My mother returned furious to home. She took the card, showed me the prospectus and said that all the things were necessary. Or else, I would not get admission. Her anger was right. Our house is very far away from that school, and returning back home and then going back to the school was just very tiring and exhausting. And look at my fate: I failed to clear the test! No admission for me in DAV schools in Bhubaneswar.

I understood a fact that day. Any work, whether small, big or insignificant, should be completed with full devotion and sincerity. It may be very useful. Just for my irresponsibility, my mother had to spend her time, energy, petrol, patience and peace of her mind. I was feeling sorry for myself. Where I was going to stick on with such a careless attitude? But whatever may be, I got my lesson that day. Responsibilities are made to realize and regularize. Such notes in life make us better. After all, learning from our mistakes is also our responsibility!!!

THE LUSTY LIZARD

Lizards are our neighbors, I know,

But they too trouble me, and give sorrow,

With fear and anxiety, I stare at one,

And pray to God that it may pass.

But one unfortunate morning that came by,

When I was in the bathroom

I saw a lizard, very close to me,

I closed my eyes not to see,

But surprisingly I noticed some traits,

Which I consider for my miniature researches as great.

It had little small claws,

As black as coal, without any flaws,

I looked back in surprise,

Since I had never seen one like this.

I was more terrified,

Began praying to God, and cried,

All the time it was glaring back at me,

Now I knew, it was easier to ward off a bee.

Then suddenly I put water on it,

It jumped and went out of the room,

I felt so great!

Then only, I could complete my bath,

Finally, the lusty wrath

Was out, and I was in

Bathing with a big grin.

COMPUTERS[DESKTOPS] Vs LAPTOPS

Computers and laptops………the two cousins side by side are of a great help to mankind. Along with their sister, Internet, they have already rocked the world with all types of information, songs, pictures and a  lot more. They have also contributed to be one of the greatest causes of eye diseases like myopia & hypermetropia, back and neck pain, lack of concentration in studies, sluggish behaviour to society and true love for IT Land……………..etc. But the biggest question I have is: Which is better: A computer/a laptop?????

Once I paid a visit to my eye doctor. He instantly said my mother that I have mypoia because of long hours of getting glued near my PC. Before that he had asked me: ‘Do you have a computer in your home?’ Instantly, I said:’ No sir, it’s a laptop’……’What’s the difference between a computer and a laptop?’ Came the pat question on me. I was nerved, but then I found myself speaking again: ‘It is portable……’ That’s the only thing that distinguishes them but they are computers all the same. Be it desktops, laptops or palmtops, all are computers.’

Normally we refer Desktops as computers. We can enjoy them in our homes only. But laptops????Anywhere, everywhere enjoyment- that’s what I call them. And my Lenovo PC of grey color is one of my dearest friends, since it stays with me when I need information about projects, or blog or write emails to my friends. But still I seldom do justice to it. Whenever I face some problem using it, I refer to my friend Sonali, who’s a computer critic {computer again} for help. ‘I say, my computer has got a problem…….’ Even our computer class is called ‘computer class’ , because our comp. lab has only desktops. I wonder about the day when it’ll be called ‘Laptop class’, or maybe ‘Palmtop time’.

Old dear computer has still its effect on the population of this globe, though laptop is spreading its hands everywhere. People are buying more laptops because they are portable and are much more cute. I love laptops more, but what about you???????? Who do you think is actually better- computers/laptops?????????????

HARDWORKING TO HARDLY WORKING

Hardwork and hardly working: Don’t they have different meanings? But they look very same.

We children think we have tons and tons of work to do: unending projects and homeworks. And our parents? When we are studying at 10′ 0′ clock in the night, they are enjoying T.V.! It’s really not fair at all!

Actually, what we think is wrong. Our hardwork is nothing as compared to theirs. Simply by becoming a teachers’ pet doesn’t mean that we are sincere and hard working. We are HARDLY WORKING.

Everyday, life passes away without much of our notice…no time to admire mere but important and significant things. We want a source of enjoyment when we return back from school. But do we ever think about helping our parents? No.

I can give an example that perfectly fits the situation. I was going for a city level competition. I got up, did my daily chores and simply set off with a disgusting note on my face: ”Food is not tasty at all. The whole day will be a waste.”  But I seldom thought about my mother who got up early in the morning for me and prepared food, arranged my clothes and polished my shoes. And I gave her a comment rather than a compliment. She manages a small scale industry along with all the house work. I don’t know how she manages it all, but atleast I should try to take care of the fact that I should always be grateful towards all her deeds for me.

So next time when you open your dictionary to learn the meaning of hardwork, beware!

GETTING A ”GLASSY” LOOK!

Just take a note on the title: GETTING A GLASSY LOOK. Isn’t it something odd to write down? But something very useful for all of us.

I am very fond of wearing glasses. They may be power glasses to goggles, all are my favourites. Until I got one for myself, I used to fool around in the class, wearing other’s glasses. But now, things have changed for me. I myself wear a glass of -0.75 for each eye. MYOPIA, hehe. I’m not very good looking, so wearing glasses did’nt make much difference to me, but my sister says me that I look like a monkey! Surely I’m not so bad looking as that. Nor I’m fond of calling myself a charming beauty.

I’m get trouble during eating with my glasses perched precariously on my nose. Then the steel glass hits my ”glasses”! I’ve to move around with them all the time and others want to try it. They take it as fun. All sorts of drama around me. ” Hey, Debu, lend me your ‘chasma’! What’s the power? Oh! you look very different! Your haircut matches with your new look!” Now I listen these wherever I go. Well, now I understand the problems people face after wearing glasses. We understand other’s situations after falling into the same prey.

Surely, I never got a glossy look, though I’ve a ”glassy” look to put on! Which one do you think: A glossy or a ”glassy” look is better? A crazy question, isn’t it?

A NEW MORNING

A new beginning awaits everyone
A new morning everyday,
A fresh sun smiling at everyone
A gentle breeze blowing away.
The people retreat from their beds sheepishly
Feeling very sleepy,
As soon as they notice the sun,
They begin with their morn.
Sparks of thoughts emerge in minds,
Shocking them enough to start their jobs of all kinds,
Everyone buzzes of with a work
And a tweet to talk during the work.
The sun shines on them, brightly
Looking into their cheerful faces,
It is the sun who ignites them spontaneously
To make them start their day with a masterpiece.
The day goes on and on
And ends with the drowning sun
The stars come out at the dark
To give the people a nightly spark.
The peoplr retreat to their beds,
With the kids leading ahead
Fluffy pillows and warm blankets,
They cover the people within.
Then again comes out a new morn,
A new day to start with,
A new light on everyone’s face
And the sun bound with the people’s faith.
The lovely morning hangs out with delightful promises,
And pretty jobs to start with,
Thank you God that you gave us a new morn,
To hang out with everyday!