Decisons

Every day, right from the minute that I wake up in the morning, to the minute that I fall off to sleep, I have to make decisions. Most are minor ones, like wondering which toothpaste I should use today, or whether or not I should bunk the next math class, but also, I have to come across harder decisions, that may or may not end up affecting the career I choose, and the kind of life that I will lead. Decisions like when I should give me SATs, hell, even whether or not I should give my SAT. Which universities I should apply to. Ivy League, or IIT?

If I were to believe what people like Steve Jobs say, I can simply relax, sit back and trust that one day when I look back, I will be able to see all the dots connect. Of course, there’s always that nagging doubt, what if the dots don’t connect. Even if they do, what if they connect in a bad way?

My parents and teachers keep telling me that I’m very lucky, having so many options at hand. I can choose between various career options, when they had only three: Medicine, Engineering, or starvation. These days even being a hair stylist can be lucrative. I can choose between hundreds, no thousands of TV channels, even. They only had Doordarshan, that too only on Sunday nights. But when I think about it, I’m not sure if the ‘millions of options’ thing has worked out for me very well. In fact, I’m not even sure that I like it very much. Somehow, I keep thinking, that my parents will still make the decisions for me, even though I know that I want to be able to make my life altering decisions by myself. It’s terrifying, because I can see that my safety net, is slowly slipping away.

I still hope, that one morning, I’ll wake up, and it’ll all be clear to me. I’ll know which subject I want to study, I’ll know exactly when and how many times I want to give my SATs. Who knows, maybe I’ll even find out whether or not which clothes to wear to a party. But till then, I guess I’ll just have to remain terrified about the decisions that I’m making. The only thing that makes it easier for me, is knowing that even though I have to make these choices, I’m not the only one.

Hi, sorry if I really bored whoever is still reading. Next time, I promise that I will post a short story that will hopefully keep you more entertained. Thanks for reading!

Ishita.

Crazy Toothless Bastard

WARNING

 THERE IS A LOT OF SWEARING AND INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE. Sorry. Don't let your kids read this. More importantly: IF ANYONE FROM MY FAMILY IS READING, ESPECIALLY MY MOTHER, STOP IT RIGHT NOW. DO NOT READ. 

Our Chemistry teacher droned on and on about atomic hybridization.  Half the class was asleep. I was drifting in and out myself.

“You there! Last bench!” He suddenly screamed but I was vaguely aware of that. Then I felt sharp jabs in my ribs. All of a sudden I was a hundred percent awake, and I realized that the sharp jabs were made by my friend Saniya, sitting next to me. I looked up and saw my teacher staring angrily at me. Shit. He’d caught me sleeping in class again. I thought to myself.  Oh shit.

“What did I just say?” He demanded.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know, you crazy bastard.” I murmured under my breath.  Thankfully Crazy Bastard’s hearing wasn’t too good.

“What did you just say?” He yelled, walking towards me.

Panicking I looked at the black board. It was wiped clean. Clearing my throat, I wondered what I would tell him. And suddenly I saw someone wave at me from behind him. It was Vidhi. Then she held up her notebook which said COVALENT BOND in bold letters.

I coughed. “Covalent bond, sir. You were talking about covalent bonds.”

For some reason this seemed to put MY teacher into a worse mood. “WHICH WORLD DO YOU LIVE IN? WE DID COVALENT BONDS LAST SEMESTER!”

What the fuck?  I looked back at Vidhi who was currently laughing her ass off. Then she held up a fresh page which said “LOL”. Bitch.

“Get out of my class!” He screamed.

Don’t get your panties in a wad, you crazy bastard. I almost walked out of class, relieved to finally escape the tedium of sitting through Chemistry class.

“Wait!” I heard from behind me.  Now what? “I’m giving you a last chance. I catch you so much as blinking for a bit too long in my class; you really are going to be out of class. Take your seat.”

I stomped back reluctantly. Naturally, my friends continued laughing their asses off, while I was being publicly humiliated. Awesome.

I sat back down on my seat, next to Saniya who’d started to tear up now, she’d been laughing so hard. Honestly, I couldn’t find a single thing funny about the situation.

After Crazy Bastard had finally cooled off, he gave us a lecture about how a disciplined will ensure a happy, successful life. And some of us pretended that we gave a shit. The rest just went back to sleep.

During the next ten minutes of the class, I thought about Sherlock Holmes, the movies, the TV shows. Then I thought about Jude Law for another twenty minutes. I was snapped out of my reverie by an urgent whisper.

It was Sonika, sitting two rows ahead of me.

“Keep quiet I’m trying to concentrate.” She frowned at Arvind, who had a huge smirk on his face.

Fifteen seconds later: “Sonika!” Arvind whispered. “Guess what you get when you cross a sheep and a kangaroo?”

“Shut up.” She replied.

“A wooly jumper!” And then he laughed at his own joke.

And a little while later, again. “Guess what happens if you cross a–“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Sonika yelled. The entire class turned to her. Including Crazy Bastard.

He slowly walked up to her and calmly said, “If you do not wish to attend my class, then please, by all means, walk out.”

“But, sir I was not–“

“No Ms. Singh. Please do us all a favour, and walk out.”

“But sir–“

“OUT!”

And then the bell rang. Crazy Bastard gave Sonika a long, hard, stare, turned around and started to walk out of the class. Then a miracle happened.

He tripped on the doorjamb and fell face-first. When he got up and tried to muster as much dignity as he could, he suddenly put his hand to his mouth. There was blood. He’d lost a front tooth.

Crazy Bastard was now Crazy Toothless Bastard.

I'm Back!

I haven't written in my blog for almost three years now, I suppose, and all of a sudden I've decided to come back! (Yes, bad news, I'm going to inflict my opinions on the world yet again...). I can promise you that my writing won't be as stupid as before, but then again, it just might get worse.

I know that not many people are probably reading this, but whoever is, I hope you enjoy my posts.

Quick update, I've moved from 9th std, gone to the 10th, then passed on to 11th from my posh, catering-exclusively-to-rich-kids private school, to a very ordinary government school. So let me warn you, I WILL bitch about that transition. A lot.

Happy Reading!

Ishita

P.S: Hoping that your brain doesn't protest at the sight of my new blog posts.

My Latest Obsession

I've been spending an awful lot of time on Facebook. Not to chat, or to do anything else, but to use a facebook application. (FV - hint, hint, hint! Still don't get it? Read on)


Everyday, in class, it is very common that people have this kind of conversation:


A: Oh shit! Oh my God! I can't believe I forgot!


B (frantically): What?! What did you forget?


A: My strawberries!


B: Your what?


A: S-T-R-A-W-B-E...


B: I know strawberries. But what about it?


A: My three rows of strawberries, I planted them last night in my farm-


B: Lalalalal! I don't want to hear. Lalalala.


Oh yeah its this bad. (STILL didn't get it? Fine. I'll tell you.)

For all the clever always - facebooking people, you're right. Its Farmville. (Still have no idea? Check this out). It's so crazy, that my sister finds it very thrilling to choose the seeds I want to grow and harvest my crops. *cough - cough - So does my mom- cough - cough*. *cough - cough - I - think - cough - cough*

My dream farm!

 I know, you'll have to play the game to understand what I'm saying.But seriously, this is what I've been doing all day. I'm going to Delhi for a vacation. I know. I can't help but not play this extremely addictive game. Are you crazy? There is no way I won't be. I will find a way, by hook or crook!

So, I told my best friend in Delhi to get ready to face a major FarmVille addict, and to keep her computer on even at 3 am. Oh, yeah, its this addictive. Manav (the guy mentioned in the earlier post) plants a whole field of rice at 7am, goes home at lunch, harvests his strawberries, and when he finally goes HOME, he harvests his pumpkins and milks his cows. Then an hour later he harvests his rice, and just before going off to sleep, he sows his bell peppers. Oh, he's not the only one who does, that everyone in our class does it. Yeah, they do. No, really don't roll your eyes. I'm not exaggerating. Even a little.

Why? Whaddaya mean why? 


Fine. I'll tell you why. Check it out yourself. You'll be amazed at how true I am.

The Last Vacation

"Manav Mehrotra! Shut your book and stop cribbing!"

"Ma'am, please consider waht I said. Please don't give us holiday homework , this is our last vacation!!"

"What rubbish! How the hell is it  your last vacation? Don't argue!"

"Ma'am see, its very simple. After this the boards. Then 11th and 12th! and then college!!  And then Life and then WIFE!!!!"

And after this we were laughing for the rest of the day, imitating him. But when I came back and looked back at his conversation, I figured that he was right. We had to turn really serious this time. The first Semester was just our warning! It is practically our 'The Last Vacation'...

So much for being responsible. *Sigh*

Till then -

I Think I'm Growing Old!

 or  ?

I think I'm growing old. Correction, close to dead. Yeah, you must think that this is very random, and I'm probably just going crazy because I haven't been blogging for over a month, I guess. But no, I'm perfectly sane, if you see, really I am (ignore the obvious insanity that is reflected through my blogs).

I have a logical explanation (for the first time - Standing Ovation please!) to why I think so.

1.     I keep forgetting everything. By everything, I mean EVERYTHING. I forget what Maggi is called, I forget my best friend's mane, I forget my teacher's mane, the subject he teaches, and what's more? To defend myself, I call it makings of the next Newton. (Me, physics, Newton? Ha Ha. Joke of the day!

2.     I have a strand of white hair or two, once or twice. The first time I had it, my mother rushed me to the doctor. Even I don't understand that.

3.     I don't think like people of my age should. Like, for instance, when I read a story or see a movie, I analyze each character to every inch of its soul, and when I'm satisfied about my analysis, I write an essay in the character. Something I guess which is freakishly nerdy.

4.     I surprisingly, prefer the Archies' songs to Linkin Park's. Yes, I would prefer Sugar Sugar or Get on the Line for Love any day to New Divide or maybe even any Metallica songs. Honestly I think Metallica is absolute rubbish CRAP!!! 

5.     I get hit by this sudden wave of nostalgia at times. Hey! Nostalgia is only for old people, and people who just cannot get over something. I always go around telling people: Move on man! Get over with it - just let go. Ok, not all of than together, but you get the tasveer.

6.     I blog. Not only about my daily life, and in perfectly readable English, but also with a sensible template, font and no pictures with heartbreak in them. Or any sort of Manga. People have to actually check my profile to see if I actually have just started off with my teenage years (Read Sakshi). And I have the best vocabulary in my class, probably better than some of my readers too. (Warning: This is not a challenge. I'm just saying for the sake of y'know...saying. So please do not sue me.)

7.     I crave for comments. I feel like reading Shakespeare at times. I get 43 as my real age on a FaceBook quiz. What else do you want?

Oh Boy, Ain't I an Old Soul!

What A Let - Down!

All this week, I was really excited about our trip to Jaipur. This would be my second trip to Jaipur, but last time I had been to Jaipur, I could remember was my awesome Camel ride, and that I had chicken pox. So, this should be an exciting trip right?


Our teachers very gravely warned us to have low expectations when it came to fun, because we were going to an educational trip. Hell yeah, educational trip. We interpreted it as two hours of writing about some rubbish an the last day, or preferably in the train, or the station when we're returning. Who cares?


The first day, every one was very excited when we got our itinerary. Apart from the 5:30 AM wake up call and only 15 minutes to shower, the rest of the plan was PERFECT. We started to discuss what we would wear, what we should wear, its a big difference you see. What would we do, where we would go, and the biggest, what we would eat!*


As the week rolled by, we had to go through a reality check. We figured that to finish 5 projects, we would have to stay up late even in Jaipur, and would have to spend lesser time gossiping, moaning, teasing and *sigh* we would not have the shower for ourselves for half an hour - I know, its shocking!


We have 5 projects to do, History, Geography, Maths, English and Hindi. Aaah!

Well, I guess this is the negative side to the Jaipur trip. Also, if anyone knows anything about Keshari Singh Champawat and Gopal Singh Kharawa, please email me.