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.

This is how I learnt my Hindi... and got such pathetic marks

 Recently, my exams got over. Giving the exams were hard, but preparing for them was much much harder. I thought posting a few of my hindi notes, as I had taken them down on my notebook, would be fun, because they come with a twist...


हनुमान पर एक टिप्पणी लिखें 
पवनपुत्र हनुमान राम भक्त थें. He was 1 of the main characters in the Ramayana. He is worshipped as  a very महान सेवक even today. He had considered Sitaji his mother (मातुल्य माना था) He went to her with a message from her husband - Ramji. By playing a major role in the राम - रावण युद्ध, he completely दहनed the city of Lanka. He was very साहसी और बुद्धिमान. 


राधा पर एक टिप्पणी लिखिए 
सुशील - समझदार नारी. Educated and capable housewife. दूर्दर्शी Radha is an आदर्श पात्र in this एकांकी. She is an intelligent, सुशील woman who wants to keep मधुर relations with her husband's family. Radha's dialogue " बेटियाँ तो सबकी साँझी होतीं हैं" shows that she considers her देवर's daughter like her own. She warns her husband to stay away from Raghuraj. Against her husband's wishes, she goes to Kishan Singh's house to give Lakshmi her wedding gift. She's आर्थिक and a गुणों का भंडार. Only women like Radha can save a बिगड़ता घर. 

Gosh! Even they're telling me!

रघुराज पर टिप्पणी लिखिए:

1. Villain
2. A complete निगोड़ा, as Radha says. (Raghuraj was a jerk, and an idiot)
3. Narrow बुद्धि - ed. 
4. Thinks that औरतs  should always know their औकात  and be डराओed - धमकाed so they don't dance on your सर.
5. Put fire to Mangal Singh's Factory, and hence betrayed him.
6.  In short, local trouble-maker.

Ishita

Waiting

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

I stared at the clock, out of sheer habit. I'd been doing that since the past half hour or so.

Five minutes left.

My wait seemed endless. I could not stand it. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Four minutes and thirty seconds. Sigh.

Concentrate on something else. Something other than the time, something you can see, something you can hear, I told myself. The distant noise in the background. Think about that. I didn't mind the noise anymore. I was attuned to it. The noise was a habit for me now. It happened everyday.

15 seconds had passed. Whoever said this was true. Thought, not light is the fastest thing on Earth.

I looked at the sheets of paper in front of me. And the two blue coloured books. I was really hoping that they would miraculously reduce to ashes, probably because someone set fire on the them.

Three minutes.

I took a swig of coke from the bottle I was holding. I was growing more impatient by the minute. Correction, impatient by the second, because it was too bad that the minutes were going too slow. They were slower than the people on the movies who run, more of crawl, in slow mo when they try to catch a gun falling from the sky - so they can kill a maniac.

Now, I have thought enough (crap). I'm so darn sure. I know it is. I look at the clock again. Its just been 42 seconds? What the hell? I cannot believe this. There has to be something wrong with the stupid machine.

A chill ran down my spine. I was cold. I tried to imagine myself in a nice, sunny and warm place. Probably Delhi. The Delhi summers, of course. Delhi is a place I still miss. It is a place full of colours, culture, art and architecture of all kinds, the largest variety of people, and my favourite, full of mouth watering Punjabi food.

Smiling inwardly, I looked at the clock again. 30 seconds left! Wow. The time had suddenly started flying, to my great amazement.

Twenty seconds.

I was bursting with joy, in a matter of a few seconds, I would...

Ten

Nine

Eight

I can't wait, I can't wait. I realized that everyone around me too was looking at the clock.

Five

Four

Three

Two

One...

There was a shrill, loud noise. And in the room I was if there were decible meters in our room, they would probably break. Not because of the short shrill noise, but because the distant buzz in the background had gone up some 100 octaves.

Phew. Finally. Now I can fly, soar, jump, walk, run. Whatever I want to. For the next 3 months.

I was saved by the bell. School's Out!

Ishita

Mission Impossible : Accomplished!

YES!

My since-after-the-summer-vacations-six-month-plan worked!!!! Oh let me rewind. I promised myself that I would completely win my English teacher. Like I always did, in some lucky cases, the teacher turns up to be either:

• Bengali, like me. So she's got that soft corner.
• Gullible
• Both

This has always been very easy. I make sure that my first 10 impressions are perfect. And the first 3 jobs she gives me.

But as luck had it, we got EXCELLENT teachers. Oh yes 2 teachers. But who can refuse a challenge? One of them was Bengali, but there was absolutely no soft corner, because she's not the partial kind and she didn't know I was a Bengali too.

Our second and my favourite teacher was not Bengali, or gullible. And she was probably the best teacher our school had seen so far. What's more? On her first day, she told us that she forgot names very easily. That would be another challenge. But I WILL NOT GIVE UP.

I tried the usual 'behaved child' methods. Not working. One day, I had a dream. There, I heard someone. She said whoever that someone was: "You have to by the carrots on the way home. You have to be an orchid, and most importantly you have to show your teacher you potential to make her like you." Half of it does not make sense, but I went for it. I was present for every single class of hers, I wrote down notes, did her subjects really well, and what not. I tried to top the class in a test. But SN, maintained her position and would not budge.

So, by winning the spelling bee contest, and God knows what not, I finally came into her line of sight. I did a Gk quiz, where my GK is zero. I did another spelling bee. I even did a CMUN thing.

So now I can proudly say, Mission Accomplished!

Ishita

I'll Tell You Why We're So Impatient!

I came up with a very very very frustrating chain of events recently. And I figured that this can not happen ANYWHERE but in India.

1. I needed Passport size photographs for my registration for some registration in school. So, I went to the Photo place, to get instant photos, which BTW, as the name suggests, is supposed to be instant. When I asked for it, they promptly sent me to the studio. They clicked my pic within the next 30 seconds. Fine. Then they told me to return for the 'Instant photo' 25 minutes later. Great. I said I'd be back in 10 mins time. Then, I did come back after 10 minutes. They stirred, and then reluctantly agreed. So, they started with some stuff. They printed a girl's photo, but that girl was not me. This took them approx 10 mins. Then they realized that I was shooting them dirty looks, and so they started printing another passport sized photo. Phew! Finally. And then the photo that got printed was some ugly looking woman's ARRRGGGHHH!!!! Then they finally did. I wish I was working. With some money on hand, I could sue them.

2. When I came home, I wanted to see a movie online. And this is what it said:

Ooops! No cookie was found.

You need to submit your email to our sponsor before viewing this media. Please click here to do so, then refresh the page.

I had to fill in some 8 sign up forms, and then they said that,

Sorry, this movie is not available for your country. Please come back later and check. Thank You. Sorry for the inconvenience.

And I felt like beating up the computer with a bat.I logged in for some stupid Shaadi. com, Naukri.com and god knows what not?

3. I had to get something printed in my school for my teacher, and for that, I had to use the printer in the staff room. The printer kept saying:

What can get better? Then I had to go to the technician, and try and get it fixed, but did he even try, Oh of course he did, he did his very best, and observed every minute detail, 30 minutes later. I had missed my Science class, plus, the technician could not figure out the defect. He actually gets paid? Even a rupee?!

This is why we get impatient. Airtel calls us what they really like to call, an 'Impatient Generation'. See for yourself.

(For the record, some of their broadband services are pretty darn slow)

Ishita