Sometimes when I think,
Sometimes when I think,
and life gives me a wink
saying,
"why to think about the stink,
the people who sting,
when there's so much (goodness) full to the brim?"

"Why to be oblivious?
Why not be joyous?"
Sometimes when I think,
life gives me a wink.

Poetry ain't in my veins
and grass in brains,
and I ask her,
"You still want me to be joyous,
when the whole world stands treacherous?"

"A positive attitude,
maximum in amplitude.
A beautiful perspective,
showing a future so scintillating.
To hell with the past,
that went so aghast."
Sometimes when I think,
life gives me a wink.

A new aurora in the soul,
A new confidence on the whole.
Changing the bland old
and searching for the lively gold.
Now these are the spirits,
go, demolish the limits.
Sometimes when I think
Life gives me a wink.
;)

Classroom Thoughts

Its 11.50am. Dunno why I always mention time. Our maths lecture is on. And I'm not at all able to concentrate. May be 'coz I'm happy that I received my Icard and now I can easily reserve my ticket for Bhilai or may be 'coz I'm sad, reason being Angelina again. She gives me creeps you see. But then, how am i supposed to sod off that thought. Fuck the thought! Still oblivious, but looking at the blackboard and the lecturer sings monotonous tunes..something like - "coefficient of Q=2...yn=r^n.e^(ax)(sin bx+c+nQ). Whatever the fuck it is! I'll do it when I go back to my room. That would be much better. And i still can't understand why my ears are much more sensitive the wind from that fan. The beautiful sunshine outside, those scintillating dew drops on the green grass which i had seen in the morning.....hey, Am i going to be an engineer?? Yes, certainly. I'm going to be an engineer. But its hard to concentrate. I'll do it in my room, in privacy, alone and isolated. Silence surrounding. I gonna doze off for some time now, probably till lunch break.

Bah! I'm not even able to sleep. Perhaps I'm thinking how much I can think, or perhaps, how long I'm going to write this. Oh yes. I'm going to Bhilai. I'm going home. I'll meet all my old friends. We'll chill out. Mum and Dad will also be happy. The thought makes me happy. I wanna be happy. I'm happy (and so what if i still cannot concentrate :p)

Sod off Angelina!
X(

Complicated

I've been thinking about writing something on this topic (bah!, my typing speed seems to have decreased). Right from when my relationship with Angelina broke or even before that. Complicated- all of us must be familiar with this melodious song by the gorgeous Avril Lavigne (if not, then i must say you are a dumb head)- Just a little description of the song. (Consequences of analyzing and thinking too much. Can't help it.) The reason why I was not able to write was because I never had too many examples to describe this complicated fact or these complicated human tendencies.

So now, I'm in Pune. Such a big city. Larger scope of getting big examples of much foolish people who make their even more foolish lives too complicated. Even I'm one of them but I'm not that foolish. Pune with its vast expanse of land has some of the most amazingly foolish people.

This human, he has the habit exaggerating things and making them complicated for himself as well as for others.
For example, there's a senior in our college. Looks cool, is taller than me, is healthier than me, wears branded clothes (even I do, that ain't a big deal), speaks English, has a back in two subjects. 'Speaks English' - "i have putted a conversation with her last night". mfg. That was the most horrible sentence may ears had ever listened to.

*the impression what we, the weirdos, get is- this guy is nothing but a show off ass. He shows as if he is a very talented and amazing personality, but turns out to be one of the most amazingly foolish personalities. Okay, I agree that initially everybody makes mistakes while speaking English, but then, why do you have to show that you have great command over English when in reality you cannot even speak a single grammatically correct sentence.

Same case with our professors. The first day our civil engg lecturer asked - "How many of you don't understand English?". Not many people raised their hands. His next rock solid statement was - "Don't worry, there are many people in this college who don't know how to speak English. They just boast about their English. Most of the time they are speaking wrong English." This statement was made by him with such confidence as if he knows every tit-bit of English, as if he is the sole one who knows this language. Ofcourse he said that all in marathi.

"when two bricks will struck with each other give ringing sound" ROFLMAO

"bricks when throw from the height of 1m or so should not break"

after our maths lecture we were bored like hell but still the maths lecturer insisted on giving one more lecture. on this "he founds that two maths lectures will be very boring".

spelling of 'bureau' - BEURO

"have you bring your sheets?"- our practical teacher (civil dept.)

"he is able to visible the room"-our practical teacher (civil dept.)


My point is, if you don't know how to speak it then admit it. By admitting a mistake you not gonna be some loser. Instead by speaking wrong English, you surely gonna be a nincompoop.

Another category of people comprises of those who change their rock solid statements with a time interval of 1 minute. One of my room partner is a legend. One instant he'll say 'Lance Krusner' and the next instant immediately, after realizing his mistake, he'll change it to 'Lance Klusner'.

"nahi maine to kabhi Lance Krusner bola hi nahi tha. maine to Lance Klusner bola tha". Heck man. Admit your mistake. Nothing happens.

Then there are people who do not have their own direction. They'll do what they are asked or told or requested or ordered to do (in short they are either emotionally blackmailed or threatened). Right Angelina? Man should do what he wants and not what that other guy wants (if he sees selfishness and insecurity in that other guy). In other cases, man should be selfless and should be willing to die for many.

Fickle- thats what most of the human beings are. They try to show what they are not and probably end up in showing what they might have been if they hadn't been what they are today.
In doing so their true identity always remains hidden. And yes, people like me, i.e weirdos, start analyzing or rationalizing their intellects. The conclusion- "the human is so fucking fickle".
People love to make a concoction of everything and after that they try to separate out the constituents of that homogeneous solution which leads to the formation of a new heterogeneous conclusions and finally they hang themselves just like colloidal particles...Bah! humbug.

"Be simple, be frank, admit your mistakes, learn something, enjoy life and most importantly do something that goes for the welfare of masses and not just for the good of one. "

Happy Friendship Day

Well, (ah, the same old question - "how should I start?") today is the so called friendship day. One of the most awaited days for me. And yes it was decided that I'll write something on this day. Something about something or somebody or many bodies. Something about this friendship and not about the usual politics or melodrama or any other shit.

I just happened to read this book by Khaled Hosseini. Its named 'The Kite Runner'. And it has got some astonishingly marvelous comments. A damn good read or rather a great read. Basically deals with the miserable life that the people of Afghanistan are living. Taliban..huh! Leaving Taliban aside the book also tells us the story of two people- Amir and Hassan. Amir, a rich lad (no, not a spoilt one) and his servant cum brother cum best friend. And thats the most touching part of the story -Hassan's loyalty and his selflessness towards his Agha. At times it really made me shed tears. Or yes, if not tears I always had my throat in my mouth and the Adam's Apple in simple harmonic motion.

Inspired by Khaled Hosseini I am also going to write about my best friend. Although I've written many poems and (so called) testimonials for her, I still wanna write about her. It isn't a diary entry but the format will be the same 'coz dates are really important for me.

So it all started with .... what? It just started. To give a date for the start, let's say 3rd May 2007, 5.30pm. She asked for my cell phone number. She was the first girl to ask for my cell number. Okay, I gave it. (And before this cellphone thing, we used to chat on yahoo messenger or orbooks and facekuts or whatever they are.) I had never expected she would send me SMS or anything of that kind. 00919424230606. Never expected, 'coz I was a god damned shy personality and considered her the same. But yes, she did send me an SMS and I replied to her. (hey, nothing special about this, just for the sake of increasing the number of characters in this post :P)

And so, from then onwards we used to have sms chats. For the first time I had been so close to a girl. Hey, I didn't consider her a girl but my friend. My best friend - Sallu/ Shalu. She had the most beautiful hair and the cutest cheeks. I also had the diamond opportunity to pull them :P.
And I used to go zany about the smell or fragrance or essence of that perfume. She had that very very amazing English accent. "Khabun" (carbon) LMAO. Plus she had a great command over that language also. And because of the sweetness in air, I am able to remember so many things about her.

It is, indeed, very difficult to describe a person. I wonder how they manage to write such huge biographies. And it was even more difficult to write those poems.

5th August 2007, the last friendship day. I got a band, a beautiful card and a delicious chocolate. I still have them. Even the wrapper. The last friendship day, yet another day or chance to strengthen the bond (of friendship) between us. Very unfortunately I was never able to put on that band. But when I used to be alone, I used to put it on my white wrists and used to see how amazing the band looked. Or from one perspective, I saw, how great and amazing relation and chemistry we shared with each other. Really was a memorable day for me 'coz the same day had cried so much for not wearing the band. I felt so guilty from inside. Reasons aside.

Anyway, the days were so marvelous for me. Although there used to be some temper inside my head about some or the other thing but in her presence everything seemed to melt. Everything seemed seemless. After our chemistry tuition, sometime with her on the central avenue used to make my whole day. We could share everything with each other. She, always coming up with a solution for my problems and I - creating further more rifts in her problems. Extremely sorry for those problems.

Those very sweet haiiiis and even more sweet byeees. What (oh, i don't have the word for it) days we had. After school, waiting in the stand near my car just to recieve a 'bye' smile from her. And yes the beauty of those, what you say in hindi - lehratey hue baalon ki sundarta. We could talk for hours. Man! I had never talked to any of my closest relative so much. :D. We never ever ran out of topics. Even the most boring topics used to be interesting when we talked.

And what was special? Everything was special about it. The whole relationship was so special. God had given me a gift. The first post of this blog has been commented upon by her. And almost, in every post she was the first one to comment. And I must admit, her comments used to give me momentum. And the inertia still exists. But the relationship doesn't. :)

Take Care Shalu/Sallu
Call this a tribute to you.

Love you Angelina Jolie. ;)

Empty mind is a devil's workshop

Ok, this is a very common saying- Empty mind is a devil's workshop. (it seems I'm gonna start every post with 'OK') You see, vacations are on and I've got literally nothing to do. Absolute nothingness. I'm pissed off. So, as I earlier quoted-Thinking is the greatest power which a man possesses and so I'm trying to gain more of that power. Statutory warning: Overpowering can be dangerous. It applies only to weirdos like me. Beware!!

Thinking, thinking, thinking-this room, it seems I've a predilection for this room. The Oxford dictionary defines it as lavatory. Yes, I'm talking about 'the toilet'.

The toilet- a room consisting of three walls, one roof, one floor (the floor will be described later. Hey I'll describe each and every part of it. I wanna piss off everybody who comes across this post), then, it also has one door (with broken or mended latches, depends whether you're shameless or not), then a ventilator (perhaps, it is for the insects to enter) I hate to censor things. One should be frank.

The three walls- basically tiled walls. Tiles of various colors are available in the market. So what should I do? Hell with it. That's none of nobody's business. (you can see the effects of getting pissed). Heck no. The color is really important. White, light Pink, light Green..... so many colors. So many colors which represent different states of mind at different times. That depends on your way of looking at those beautiful colors. Then, have you ever thought how those tiles are made? No, I dunno. The word that comes to my mind is 'factory'. Thinking about the workers who really work in factories- hey, they must be slogging hard like anything, just to make one tile, just to provide us with that beautiful tile for our beautiful lavatory and if we interpret those colors wrongly, then wouldn't it be injustice to those workers. A Weirdo, I'm. I know that.

Colors- who needs an explanation for this one? ........... contact me. I'll surely contact someone else for the same. Think about every color that surrounds you. Think in a positive manner. Not that, its black so its a devil. We seldom have black colored tiles in the toilet. Now, I'm not going to interpret all the colors of the world.
Enough tiles!!

The roof- ah! A real important part. When I look at the roof, I think about the paint coated on it. I think about the god. And in minutes he starts speaking to me. Basically the conversation between me and him is like a questionnaire. I ask him all sorts of questions. From wars to politics to Bollywood to Hollywood to all sorts of gossip to my family problems, the grievances the triumphs, about life, about everything, about my past, about my relationship. Where I went wrong? What was my fault? Was I always wrong? Will I get that one chance (that's not related to my relationship. Ok?) And yes, he answers all my questions. The conversation with god. Try conversing with god. He'll surely help you out of your problems. Not that, you paste a photograph of him on the roof and start chanting rubbish - 'ram ram krishna krishna'.
"Please god, and not plead him"- K.D.


I don't hink you want me to describe the floor. If you want, then leave your comments in the 'comments box'.


The door- Usually made of wood. The wood that comes from the beautiful trees. How many trees they must have cut to make that one door? The tree of the beautiful nature. The tree, belonging to the mother earth. The tree, made by the god. The tree, where the beautiful and mellifluous birds chirp and sing. The tree, underneath whose shade you had once rested. The tree, which gives us the delicious fruit. The fruit that makes you feel much better. The fruit that gives you energy. The fruit which you get after your deeds. "As you sow so shall you reap."

The ventilator- The ventilator allows your fart to escape. It allows fresh air to come in. It allows light to come in (during the day). The light, a ray of hope you call it. The fresh air, that should make you forget the gloomy things. The bad things get ventilated away and there ti lays a way for the good. Life is like this. If there is bad, there is good also. Bad is for good. After night, there's always a new day, a new beginning (sounds common though). And even if you are in dark (meaning night), watch the stars and the moon. They are sources of light. The number of stars in the sky, the number of opportunities you gonna get. (The number of girls you gonna get. LMAO)

Close the door now you shameless brat!!
I hope I've successfully pissed you off. If not, please tell me. I'll tell you 'little jonny' jokes.
Speaking gibberish indeed.

I miss you so much Angelina Jolie.
I love you so much Angelina Jolie.
I wish, I could talk to you once.

Expectation/Experience

It feels so disgusting when a 17 year old starts giving out advices. But even I can't help writing this one. Something which is so much ironic. I was really shocked at what I concluded. Thinking- the greatest power which a man possesses, and one should make the fullest use of that power.

Expectation- Here's what I concluded. (I'm not the only one who has concluded this. There might be many other people also.)
"Expectation is the most dangerous word. And one can't help expecting something from someone. That's the human tendency".
When this word 'expectation' comes between your relationship, it goes bizarre. It has to go bizarre. something ironic here. That will be explained later. After all, everything in this world is so transitory. As the relationship (be it any relationship) between two people grow, they start expecting certain things from each other. In the beginning, both are able to stand up to each other's expectations, but later on this devil grows upto such an extent that the relationship goes in vain. Then usually the two of them start singing 'In pieces.....' n all such kinda songs. They start thinking about right and wrong. "Who was right and who was wrong?". That's the human tendency - to put the blame on the other brat. One just can't help doing that. Then his/her mind gets saturated with all such thoughts. His/her mind becomes a washing machine without a drainage nozzle. One keeps on pondering over the past. Eventually, both the individuals arrive at a conclusion.
"Yes, I was always right and it was he/she who was wrong"
An advice: one shouldn't be over confident about his/her prognostications.
Well, according to me, no such thing i.e the 'right and wrong' exists. Everything in this world is right only. We have the bloody perspectives. It is the human who has been creating these perspectives and judging about 'right and wrong'. Ok, I'm really deviating from the main topic. APOLOGY. But, you see everything in this world is interconnected. Like your washing machine and your mind. The whole world's a sphere. lolz. So the 'expectation' part ends here.
"Don't expect anything from your partner and don't let him/her expect anything from you"

The ironic part: Experience.
"The best word according to me in the whole English language."
Experience teaches us many things. Its the 'experience' which makes a man perfect (oh that went synonymous to "practice make a man perfect"). Its the 'experience' that really helps in one's 'formation'. One needs to have a hellotta experiences. "One has to conquer himself." On one side of coin, the path of life is full of stones and thorns broken pieces of glass. One feels like quitting this journey. "Fuck that, fuck this". One starts thinking like this. Moving on a parallel line, he/she is experiencing something. Then most certainly one has to have the 'experience' of 'expectation'. As I said its very ironic.
The experience: One really has to expect something from someone. Then he/she is not able to stand upto one's expectation. One is sad. One's relationship is broken. One feels like quitting. One starts saying "Fuck that, fuck this". Then your mind is a washing machine.
But diamond(which shines) is the allotrope of graphite (which is black). So, its really good to have an experience of certain things. Or rather, its really good to have an experience of everything. One gets to learn 100s of things. And yes, learning is another great process. Finally one gets the diamond. After many many experiences one gets fruitful results.
Thats how I linked 'expectation' to 'experience'. I love this world. There's so much to learn. There are so many things to link. The whole world's a sphere. lolz

I love you Angelina Jolie.

The Unintentional Question

The Unintentional Question- do people really mean to ask what they are asking?? If they don't, then do they get some guilty pleasures in asking those indecorous questions which culminate in our minds and make us fulminate over those people. Do those people like being fulminated by someone??
Take for example, my maid servant asks me such kinda incorrigible questions. She knows that I had a bath minutes ago. She can see my wet, long, very very long hair (around 8cm) and still she asks me whether I had a bath or not. This is ridiculous. "No I usually don't take baths. I just love pouring water over my head and I just look clean after certain morning hours." Can't you see, I am looking much more handsome and clean. Thats understood that, I had bath a couple of minutes ago. That was an UNINTENTIONAL question. She doesn't really care whether I had a bath or not, but still she'll ask. Just, to eat my head. That makes me pull my hair...a couple of them come out..and my weird mind starts measuring the length.
Then she sees my mum working on something. She isn't that literate that she will understand each and everything that mum is doing. But still she asks, "what are you doing??". Why the hell do you want to know what she is doing?? You ain't gonna understand what she is doing and still you ask a dumb ass question like a dumb ass.
These unintentional questions disturb the equanimity of our stable minds. Another very FAQ is "Areyy, Tum ghar aa gaye??" You know that the person is back home. You can see him in front of you. You can see his alive, standing body in front of you, inside your very very sweet and beautiful home and still you ask "Areyy, Tum ghar aa gaye??". What sense does that make?
It simply shows how absent minded you are and nothing else. These questions irritate the hell out of you at times.

Some people are addicted to such kinda unintentional questions. They love asking such questions. They do it deliberately fulminating us upto the largest extent. The volcano's gonna erupt now. There was a guy in my class who used to do the same. He was honored with the tag-'The #@$% Eater'. He didn't even leave the girls. He used t eat like anything. Must have achieved awards for eating upto such an extent. There were rumors that he had a godown where he kept all #$%^. People used to run away when he was in the farthest premises.

But looking at the other side of the coin, this is the human tendency- to ask such questions. Each and everybody asks such questions. Even me, at times. Everybody is crazy. Everybody is absent minded. We have to be absent minded at times. You just cant help being that way. Who knows your absent mindedness would make the people around you LOL. And mind you, there's no bigger achievement than getting a smile/ laughter on the faces of people around you. They might think you are foolish, but atleast they laughed and had a moment of fun in this transient world. Afterall nothing is perfect. And imagine a life without these questions. It would be so dull and gloomy. Keep asking, keep enjoying and keep eating!! ;)

Currently I am zany about Angelina Jolie. I love you Angelina Jolie.

Part II

In my prevoius post I abused the religions a lot. In a fit of fury/ anger/ rage/ frustration, man does things that bother him the most. There shouldn't be a misconception that, I don't believe in god. Yes, I do believe in god. But god for me is not idol worship.
Anyway..
The whole country's aware of the mishaps that took place in Maharashtra a couple of weeks ago. What was it??.. something like..they burnt buses and did 'maraamari' and all that violence. RT. This name was frequently heard in the news also. "Biharis leave Maharashtra!!" (may be it was also for UPians, Jharkhandians, Uttaranchalians and every statians). It was something like "Britishers leave India" to my ears. Whoa, I mean what was that?? All of us are Indians right? The problem- "they come to our state and follow their culture, celebrate their festivals, follow their rituals, do their this, do their that. So what do you want RT? They come to Maharashtra and become Maharashtrians from top to bottom, from body to mind to soul. It must be so difficult to change one's religion, one's caste or whatever that word is (the relevant one). So RT, if you go to Africa, will you live like Africans? Do you know the slightest bit of Afrikaans? Imagine Rt wearing only a skirt made of leaves and twigs and nothing else, dancing in front of fire with other tribal people of Africa. Haha. "Freedom of speech and expression". India is a democracy, after all.
Consider another example but the same characters- RT said a week ago " In recruitment of jobs, Marathis should be given first preference". After some days one will have to take 'admission' in Maharashra. 100% job guaranteed. One will have graduation degrees certifying he/she has passed all the exams that make him/her a true and complete Maharashtrian. Fuck!. One will have M.Mar (master of marathi), B.Mar (bachelor of marathi) and according to these degrees he/she will be given jobs in big IT firms and MNCs. Lolz. Hey RT, do one thing. Write a plea to the Prime Minister/President (whoever is concerned) asking him/her to divide the country into 28 different countries. DCI (The Divided Countries o India). "Unity in diversity"??
Not talent, what matters today is your caste and religion. Thats a new trend, I should say. Same case with the reservations for SC/ST/ OBC. After some days, we will have 100% reservation. Talent has no role to play then. Imagining India as a developed country.....just imagine, it will never happen RT.
I remember Nana Patekar's scene in one movie. He mixes the blood of a Hindu and a Muslim and asks them to separate the mixture. Even electrophoresis will not help in separating the colloidal mixture. One will die of an electric shock ('coz of electrophoresis), but will never be able to separate the mixture.
I am a Marathi indeed. I am not against marathis and I don't stand for biharis. This is just an example or warning I should say.
The DCI.

Bandeya Ho

Bulley no samjhawan aayan behna te bharjaiaan,
Munlay bullehya sada kehna chad de pala rayaan
Aaale nabi Aulade Ali noo too kyoun leeka laayaan
Jehra sano Syed saday doozakh milan sazayaan

Raaeen Saaeen subhni Thaeee Rab diyan be parwa yan
Sohiyaan pare hataian te kojiah lay Gul layaan
Jay tu Loray Baagh baharan Chakar ho ja raai yan
Bulley shah di zaat ke puchni Shaakar ho Raziaaan

Bandeyaaa hoooo ,Bandeya

i love this song!!

The Lion's Den

I get into a dilemma- how to start??? The biggest problem am having, I never know how to start and I end up starting the way I am doing right now. Whew!!! Even I get confused writing such sentences. Anyway 'Lion's den" is a real life experience which I've but naturally experienced.

It was a bright sunny day...No it was cloudy...No I dunno. That's not at all important. So it was a winter morning. Got up with a smile on my face coz I had a sweet dream the night before (my best friend used to wish me gudnite n swt dreams n sleep well every night and so I always had the sweetest dreams. Now she doesn't). So, I thought it was going to be a nice day for me and oh yes it was Friday. I love Fridays. So, i dressed up and was ready for school.

The school started with the usual hustle bustle, the usual vagabonds roaming around in the corridors, the usual slanging by everybody.

Morning assembly- SILENCE - this is what is expected from every child when he/she stands in the morning assembly which is very very loooooooooooooooooooooooong. As usual we started with the prayer. 'May there be peace in the sky.....' - hell with it. Can there ever be peace????
So the morning prayer (the english one) was over. Then followed the monotonous hindi prayer-'tum ram kaho ve rahim kahe...dono ki garaj....' both go to hell. This was followed by 'the thought for the day' (meaning less, rubbish which has no, absolutely no significance(except for those who listen to it in depth LIKE ME)). Then news (rubbish cheap jokes), then speech (always about 'success'). Then time for Principal to interact or rather he lectures us.

The lecture starting with the pin drop silence, which is seldom broken and often he scolds us for the same. Then discipline and then how to get through the challenges of world, then dress code, code of conduct, then "cell phones are strictly prohibited in school", then personality development, then broken pipes of toilet, explosions in toilet, then suggestions to reduce thse these terrorist attacks (explosions)....till infinity it goes..Whew!!!
"who cares???" thats the attitude of most of the students. Even the 6th grade students seldom listen to him then how can one expect 12th grade to pay the least of attention to him. Well, his speeches are really inspiring and worth listening too - "you should be a good listener". Yes, Sir, you do have a great personality. You were brought up in a Hindi medium school and still you have an amazing command over English and an awesome persona. Then he sometimes cracks jokes (often we are NOT able to understand them).

Now here's where the real story starts- Our honorable Principal sir cracked a joke.
Anyway and every way it had been a loooong assembly already and still he was not finished (and had started cracking jokes now). My/everybody's legs+stomach+every body part was almost wholly consumed.. I dunno what that joke was but he said something like "bimaro" (god knows what he meant to say) LOL. No you shouldn't lol about. But you see it was really a very cheap joke. Everybody was frustrated because of the long assembly. So as a gratitude to his joke I + a couple of other guys of 12-D (worst section in the history of DPS) and some other sections, screamed out loudly "HAHAHAHA" which was a sarcastic laugh. I dunno what made me do so. I, being the son of a teacher teaching in the same school, offering such kinda awfully insane gratitude was not at all acceptable..
"Oh hell!!" but anyway, I thought nobody( i mean no teacher) had seen me. I was wrong. Mr. Natwarlal (name changed), he saw me. He caught me after the assembly + the naughty boys of 12-D (specifically 12-D)
*-the D gang-*.
We were the only ones who were caught despite the fact that I section i.e Natwarlal's section's boys' had screamed the most. So the teachers got busy in introspecting us and I section slipped away like butter sliding on a hot chapati. AAAAAAARrrrrrrGHHHHHHH!!!!
Why only us???
Nice policy Mr. Natwarlal.
So we were caught and made to stand on the stage so that we were seen to every person who passed by. No that was not sufficient humiliation. We were taken to the Principal's office which I call - "The Lion's Den". I was the first one to enter the room. Then successively others entered. As expected he was furious - "the marvels(i dont remember the word now) of DPS, Bhilai. This is what you have been taught in this school for over 12 years. This is what your parents have taught you. These are your sanskars" This was for everyone. Then, one by one interrogation.
"what's your name?"
"amey"
"amey gosavi" (added by the rep)
"oh I see, you are the son of Mrs. Gosavi, I really wanta know what made YOU do so???"
"Even I dunno sir, may be because everybody beside me was screaming so it might hve come out from my mouth."

Then one by one he went on interrogating other vagabonds. We accepted our fault. "sorry".
"ahem ahem can I say something sir" it came out from my mouth spontaneously. From where the hell i got so many guts, even I dunno.
"In the past there have been many experiences, which may have led me in taking such a step...like your long assemblies". GOD !!!! what was I speaking.
Even he was surprised.
"but what I speak is really important for you all students"
"yes sir, whatever you speak is really important. but..."
"ok"
"{some dialogs by me}"
"you all may leave now"
After coming out of his room, I felt relief. Atleast I was able to speak to him face to face and directly I was able to tell him the problem of every student is his long speech. Even all my friends were shocked. Everybody was shocked at the fact that I spoke to the Principle about long assemblies.
But i had sunk somewhere. I felt "what about my mum??", "what about her reputation as a good teacher???"
"oh god what have I done"
I was to tears when I saw her again that morning. I somehow controlled my feelings. I cried in the physics period. Nobody was able to see my tears though. But I felt so ow, so down. I had the worst feeling. I had done so much wrong to my mum.
I still regret what I did.
But somewhere I felt strong also. After all I had spoken to the Principal about 'long assemblies'.
Still...
Oh God what did I do.

Oh God what did I do

Oh God what did I do.

I hereby declare that this post is not meant for hurting Principal's feelings or Mr. Natwarlal's or Mrs Rep's feelings either.
I have immense respect for all the teachers.
souhaite le moi bien!!!!
(i am not sure about this...it means 'mind me good')

Bubbles...

So am back again.
My thoughts were just wandering.
I was wondering what to do. I was looking at the water falling from the tap into the tub. I saw the bubbles. I was listening to the melody of it. Oh & as I start drawing conclusions out of everything and sometimes out of nothing, I drew some of them from these bubbles. Weird though, but i loved what I concluded. My mum hates, me drawing absurd conclusions. But still....

I saw the water falling off the tap.
I saw that force with which it was penetrating the water beneath.
I could hear the mellifluous sounds. (that's a new word which i recently learnt about-mellifluous)
I saw the bubbles.
I dunno what made me compare them with each and everything.
They were formed and * they used to pop away.
I am a bubble.
My life is a bubble.
Everyday a new one is formed and the same day it gets destroyed.
Everyday is a new life.
Everyday is a new bubble.
Some of 'em are big, some small.
Sometimes we get big opportunities, sometimes small.
They die, they rise to life.
Everybody is a bubble.
Everyday a new one is born and everyday an old one dies.
The new one brings new hopes and new opportunities,
new joys, new sorrows.
It grows n grows and when it gets saturated it pops away.
Some bubbles leave a lasting impression,
while some just dont survive this sea of world.
Some fly away making us feel the beauty of it,
while some just remain grounded.
The whole world is a big bubble in this sea of universe.
This bubble contain millions, billions, trillions n zillions of other bubbles.
Bubbles, aspiring to reach the sky (its the limit).
Who said its the limit??
Bubbles wanting to travel through the vacuum.
Bubbles of emotions.
Bubbles of feelings.
Bubbles of joys.
Bubbles of sorrows and grievances.
Bubbles of friendship.
Bubbles of love.
Bubbles of people.
Bubbles of everything.
One day all of 'em will be popped off.
Some leaving a great landmarks, some leaving benchmarks.
Some leaving marks & some leaving nothing
The earth bubble will pop off.
But the flow of water is endless and so the bubbles are eternal
There will always be new bubbles.
New bubbles forming a new earth bubble.
New bubbles forming more new bubbles in the new earth bubble.
This is awesome.
Bubbles are simply awesome.
They are forever.
Bubbles bubbles bubbles bubbles bubbles bubbles bubbles bubbles bubbles n more bubbles.