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.

Angel

She told me to write something
for some other girl
I am not one of those people who like to
waste time by writing something for some other
girl
I am not a poet, but she asked me
to write a poem
A thing of beauty- John Keats (to hell with john keats)
A thing of beauty is joy forever
I found the thing
A great thing- package of goodness and happiness
So sweet, so beautiful
I swear i cant get her out of my head
Smile for me now
In my life
Angel
Blessed with goodness I am
Am the most glad now
The divine power has sent
for me
I used to think, there's nothing
in my life
Used to think something bigger
the divine has planned for me
The divine planned an Angel for me
The best friend ever
Thanksgiving to the world's best
friend
I don't wanna find anyone
who's better than you
coz you are the best
The poem doesn't rhyme
Yeah! I don't have much knowledge
about these
But then also
THANKS A TON!

Against The Motion...

"A culture takes its form after it has undergone a process of growth over a period of time. This time may extend over centuries or over millennia. As the waves from rivulets or a river deposit the fine and rich alluvial matter alongside its banks and make the bank-side land fertile, so also the surge of wisdom from family, the religion, the philosophy and many more, sources deposits layer upon layer and makes the family or the social soil rich and fertile for the growth of the succeeding generations. This social family soil, formed of fine deposits of reflections, observations, experiences, reforms and practices of great people is congenial for growth and is called culture. As bees from honeycomb move and flit from flower to flower, take essence from them and form tasteful and nourishing honey, even so do the sages, the seers, the thinkers, the philosophers and men of wisdom or ordinary people, who have developed a keen sense of observation. They leave some nourishing honey of utterances, experiences, useful practices, and understanding of many a natural phenomenon and these together make culture.

The Culture is a treasure of collected gems of experiences and wisdom of ages, gifted by a lot many earlier generations. It is the essence of distilled experiences of so many people, carried over a past. It is a reservoir of tried and tested values, norms observances and principles that have taken the form of lifestyles, manners etiquette, folk-lore, celebrations, quotations, festivals and visual and performing arts such as dance, drama, songs. conventions, traditions and even rituals. How the youngster should meet, greet and treat the elders and vice-versa. how one should treat a guest, a neighbor or a friend and how one should respect one's teacher or sage, what and how one should eat and drink or what one should not eat and not drink; at what hour in the morning should one get up and at what hour should one sleep ; what kind or form of dress one should wear; how gents should treat ladies or what manners should each gender observe in the presence of the other-all these and thousand more things are included in the term 'culture'.

Culture has a very wide connotation. It enjoins upon people certain norms to be observed on various occasions, in various relationships and various situations. The older the culture, the wider is its expanse and richer are its contents. Its observances start from the time of birth and last till time of one's last breath. In fact, there is no moment in life for which culture does not ask us to observe a particular rule or follow a particular way and refrain from certain things.

Most of the conventions, traditions, norms and practices-which are a part of culture-have some rationale behind them and have the support of experiences of large number of people who observed over a period of time or who, by violating them saw the negative results. So, every point in a culture is not a dogma or a set of whims and fancies or collection of superstitions or meaningless rituals. It is based on some sound laws of living, told by the ancestors and predecessors. Some of the cultural norms may be necessary for a particular section of humankind, living in a particular geophysical setting or in a particular climatic region and some or any of the conventions and practices may be useful for all and may therefore be of universal nature."

I have not written this. It was a comprehension passage given to us in our english exam. This article stands strongly against my views (Reprobate or Rationalist).
This has put me a sort of dynamic equilibrium. Also it has changed some of my views.

The Catastrophic theory or whatever it is...

Ok how many of you know about the catastrophic theory or whatever it is??
We had a lesson in our English textbook regarding the same. All about parallel universes and all such fictitious things...FICTITIOUS...are these really fictitious??

I a disbeliever of idol worship..disbeliever of all kinda magic and all such shitty things...I believe in parallel universes and this catastrophiclsnjsvfov......whatever. That's coz i've experienced it myself, i've 'traveled through space and time'(like the scientists say, i m not a scientist).

Here it goes..how i traveled..
Dreams they are the means of 'transport'. I also had a dream. A dream that changed my view of looking at the world, at the whole universe.
" I wished myself 'gudnite n swt drms n sleep well' and went to sleep. I had no idea that the dream would be so sweet. Or rather as i said it became a mode of transport to another place. That place was the FICTITIOUS BHILAI. I was with my parents." Oh how difficult it is to desribe a dream. Anyway lemme continue. "Ok so i was with my parents having a great time. So you would say "what's so special about it?" . To tell you, the moments spent with your parents are the most precious ones. And then i was suddenly watching a movie with them, some very funny movie. I was laughing, smiling and was the happiest with my parents. Sorry sis i couldn't find you anywhere. But i was so happy. I was away from this world full of tension, worry, war and all that. I was so happy. In short, i had escaped from the reality. Well, who doesnt want to??

And then the dream took a phase change. Suddenly i was in 'civic centre'. Its the only developed place in bhilai. Its the best place to just hang out with your friends in front of 'hari raj' and 'crazy cool'. I was with my best friends. Yeah they are so many. I, Nitish(NTG- Nitish The Great (his trademark)), Unmesh, Shashank, Ankur, Anshuman, Kumar . Then there was Ambareesh, Saurabh, Nitin (both of them are cartoons). You would never find a person who is funnier than these two.Ok i tell you one odd thing. Only we were there at the so called 'civic centre' and nobody else was there. So we owned the place for a few moments. PROUD OWNERS!!!
We all were just hanging around. Abusing each other like anything(thats quite normal, we dont mind), laughing at each other, laughing at each other's foolishness. Running here and there chased by the rangan. Haah. Then suddenly...( gosh m using the word third time, but in dreams everything is sudden)...i dunno how but i thought about my cell phone. I put my hand in the pocket to search for it. So i couldn't find it. I couldn't find it. I was shocked. And i was back in my bed.... eyes wide open...realizing that i had kept my cell phone beside me (alarm, u know). And so its the proof. My cell phone. It was lying where it was. I didn't take it to the FICTITIOUS BHILAI. But i took myself rather the dream took me to the parallel BHILAI.

And so here ended the dream. I was back in the animosity full world thinking how lucky i was to get a glimpse of the beautiful world, a world which does not exist but still exists. And so now i everyday wish that i travel to such world umpteen number of times. Away from every kind of problem, every kind of insecurity.
(I cudnt think of any ending better than this. will update when i get better command on my english. by the way i m not at all obnoxious about my english. i've got less than 70 in english out of 100. so i m proud of it hahahahahaha......) .

Reprobate or Rationalist

Well I have so many things to say. Ok to start with why do we have religions in this world?? Any answers?? Why do we have so many languages in this world?? Who created these religions and divided the people...divided the whole world...rather shattered the world into so many pieces...I m not here to turn you up against anything..I m here just to rationalize the things. U may cosider me as a reprobate..i dont mind..i just want to express my feelings about the topic which is the main reason for the division of Hindus and Muslims..ok why to say hindus and muslims...why not muslims and hindus??..does it make any difference???..

I just want to meet the person who created so many religions....I want to ask him what was the purpose behind this shit..RELIGIONS ARE SHIT...yes that's what I think...Why is the foolish idol worship prevailing now also when great leaders like Raja Rammohun Roy abolished it years ago...The political leaders in the name of religion are making the whole world nothing but a heap of garbage full of blood. Yes blood. Killings, extortions, rapes, kidnappings, murders and all that violence. This is what we hear in the news these days..."The world in peace"..Nobody will remain alive to hear this news. Pity!. The world will hence rest in peace when we te bloody fucking human beings die away..leaving the world a waste to get destroyed into the sun. Oh I just hope this moment comes soon. I m eagerly waiting for this moment..

Yes you must be asking of what religion i m...I m unfortunately a hindu....unfortunate not because i m a hindu but because i have a religion..Why do people donate money to god?? They say god has everything but they donate money to him. Why do we have a separate room where the god is kept?? (i.e the foolish meaningless and worthless idol). They say god is everywhere. Instead if those rich people donate some of it to a begger, who is starving for food, wouldn't that be a great deed, a good deed rather an excellent deed which a man will do.

Also i have seen some people who think the whole world is made for them and is affected by their presence. Seen some people who think the whole world speaks only their language and they will speak the same language with the whole world. The bloody linguistic chauvinism....
I look forward for a new country named 'world' with no religion, one common language and a country where there's equality.
This is it..