Back in the Summer of '04...

Was listening to the bryan adams song and it suddenly gave me something to blog about.
Me and some gals from school
Had a group and we never tried hard
I did quit and some got married
I always knew we’d never get far
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever(Pheww..)
And if I had the choice
Na - I’d never wanna be there
Those were the worst days of my life !!!
Well..it’s the summer of ‘04 that I am talking about. My +2 days ,which still is a nightmare to me. I was an above average student in my school,atleast in 10th. Something must’ve happened ( I don’t remember what or else I wudve tried tht again) and I got good marks. Then I took this science group for +2 in a government school and joined quite a no of tuition classes. The 1st year seemed to go quite smoothly. The hard knocks came in my +2.After getting my +2 tuition schedule on my mind, by hearting the periodic table was no big deal. My Saturdays in that year went like this.
5 30-7 25 maths
7 30-9 chemistry(since the sirs knew each other ,the second sir was lineant to us and we just needed to get there by 7 35 and so we could have the breakfasts during that time too)
9-2 school
3-5 30 maths
you mustve noticed that there is 2 maths in this and must be wondering why…well..now u ask,I too wonder why. I don’t think I thought about it then..practically ran to each of the classes and sat there mechanically,scribbled down whatever was on the board. By the time a class would be ending, the dads of the students waiting outside would be ready with their foot on the kicker ,ready for the bike race whose finishing point is the next class . seeing the crowd outside the sirs home once an old woman asked my friend ‘who’s the one that died?’. But in my case mostly the transportation was on my own. So I got this tremendous opportunities to have breakfast, lunch and even dinner in auto rickshaws. Waking up early morning..there wasn’t anuthing else that I hated more. For classes at 530,I would wake up at 5 25,take my so called scooter and rush to the class. I would be so sleepy on the way…I even remember losing my shoe on the road and going back to get it. The classes were so packed which reminded me who was already a little bit claustrophobic of the wagon tragedy. The sir used to speak through this mike which added to this theatre effect. Since I believe in this ‘matha pitha gurur daivam’ policy, I am not going into the details of this sir. The school was the funny part..used to visit that institution once or twice in a week(and I know that’s not a credit). But the classes there were even funnier..we had teachers telling us that there are 2 kinds of planets ,artificial planets and natural planets. But there were very few of them,who were sincere in their profession and who gained our respect,like my maths and English teachers. I had friends who had to give more than 5 medical certificates(due to the lack of attendance) to write the public exam.
I remember not staying at home any of those weekends and how I had to beg for a leave at the tuition classes even for my grandfathers death. I used to get home at around 8 30,my poor dad used to wait infront of the classes from the evening itself. Getting home at 8 30,leaving at 5 next morning, u cant blame me for not studying a thing. I don’t remember being home that whole year. All I did at home was..sleep,sleep and sleep. That is one year I dint touch the books ,my worst year in my whole academic life. And I was hopeless in the exams too. But the thing is that I never felt repentance. Even now after each sems exam I always think..’i wish I had studied better during the study leave’. But I never ever felt that way about my +2. if I felt sorry for someone that was for my parents. I am sorry that I dint raise upto their expectations. Even now when I hear someone is in 12th,I suddenly feel sympathetic towards them. I am just happy that those days are outta mu life and that they wont come back everrrrr… and hats off to those people who survived these situations and gained great results!!!
P.S: Nothing is that bad. Even then I had things that I liked about my life. I think this post got too lengthy ,so ill write about them some other time.

Once upon a time...

there lived a poor mute jester in siberia.one day while he was sleeping ,his pet mouse bit him..and he died of plague..and he took this reincarnation to kill the mouse.guess who is that!!!.dont wrry pal..i havent gone crazy yet.I was just reading my friends blog and decided to try what she tried . And lol...look what it turned out to be.

In a Past Life...

You Were: A Mute Jester. Where You Lived: Siberia. How You Died: The Plague.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Ma-the bank where i deposit all my hurts and worries.

That is the exact description for me. Well ..she is right there on the next room shouting at me on how I live inside the pc these days. When I thought about blogging about her,so many things came into mind to write about. But now I cant put the feeling clearly into words. Still I’ll try my best to tell you what she means to me. We all love our mothers..no big deal! I have always had problems expressing my feelings for others. This is just one way of representing my love for her,what she means to me…(in case she reads…amma ,don’t worry I am not gonna ask for a raise in the pocket money:D).
Mine is a working mother. And she stays outta town these days. As she is a bank employee, she never got much holidays. I still remember well, how I loved the days..i still love, when I return from school she would be home. But I can count the no: of such days on my fingers:( . When she was here,everyday I would have a 2 hour chat with her about what all happened in my life that day. She would be damn bored hearing the same things daily. Still she listened. Well ..ours isn’t exactly the filmi ma-beti relation where they are the best friends..still I can tell proudly that I never had a secret from my mom. I never have been pampered much…never remember her kissing or caressing me,even when I was a child. But guess that’s one of the things about being the first child. And maybe that’s why I grew up into this unromantic gal who never can express her love for people( as some of my friends term me). She wouldn’t sit with me with concerned eyes if I have a silly headache. Earlier I used to get sad about these things ,comparing with my friends’s parents and all. But now I am happy that I can manage myself during times of teeny weeny illness or difficulties . She has had harder experiences in life which made her not much of a sentimental woman…a bold one,I would call her. Still she has always been there for me…to listen to my silliest of my problems, and as she waves it off and makes faces at me about how I wasted her time on such a silly issue, all my worries just melt away. Its almost a daily habit these days..to pester her with the most silliest issues you can ever imagine. She would be concerned if she thinks I got really hurt over anything..i remember such times and I was really touched on how she remembered those issues which hurt me ,even after I forgot them.Now she comes home during weekends , the 2 days when my tounge moves faster than a Hayabusa. And don’t think that she listens attentively. She watches tv,cooks,does other household chores , all during the same time and smiles at me and tells me to get myself a cup of water...sigh.
If I ever liked a movie, I would do anything to make her watch it..but she always used to doze off during the first half itself. I would explain to her things from ‘how sourav got chucked outta the team due to backstage plays ‘ to ‘how this new pair evolved in our class’.
She has always been the right person for me to open upto…never felt like..’I wish I hadn’t told her that’ ever. Thanx ma,for being there,for everything. I hope I would be to my children, what you are to me.

Sooo much for..'The End'

Guys..cheer up..i am back…long time since I blogged..have been thinking about it…but u can never ever imagine how lazy I can get(nope yaar,u cant)and made up the excuse of lack of topix..i know its my page and I can even write about how peaceful a sleep I had this noon. So thot of boring you again.
2 days before..
I was watching tv…yeah..since I got the net,I haven’t been much into tv..and was surfing through the channels and the star parivaar came up…and guess what guys…I actually did see an ‘ENDING’ episode of one of those ektha soap opera’s …and I remember seeing the same things first episode too..this is a real once in a life time opportunity…thought my great grand children’s would get to see the last episode..and don’t get the misconception that I am a fan of the soaps..the only thing I notice sometimes is the costumes,or ‘accessories’ as one of my friends term it…and the names are soo damn funny..kehta hai dil kyu hota hai pyaar, kyu chalti hai hawa,kyu hota hai dadkan,kuch tho hai, koi hai…. Kkkkkkk… gimme a break!!!
Well..i was in 10th when this one started…u cant blame me .. even shaktiman seemed appealing during the sslc xams.. I will describe to u wht I saw in this soap here and there during channel swapping in 4 years
Stage 1- This Sarvagunasambana Sarvamsaha heroine (let us call her X),gets married to Y..and there is a damn big family of Y in which the only one I rem is Z, Y’s younger brother who considers X as mom or even more...and thus she remains the ideal bahu…then there comes the villainess which is my mom who cuts the cable as she thought I am not using it at all.
Stage 2-( after a lot of crying and stamping my foot,I get the conn back)Y is dead and the mourning X(fcrse she is pregnant ,as usual) appears in this white saree(no color costumes ..so switched channels)
Stage 3-X and Z,the kaliyug laxman are happily married(me :O:O:O…where the hell is the remot???)
Stage 4-A new character who is identical to X exists in sme village(X’) and X and X’
gets interchanged somehow….phewwww
Stage 5-X’ dies and everyone thinks it was X who died and total chaos…and finally X proves that she is X by DNA test (kill meeeeeee)
Stage 6-X is having brain tumor(yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay…I had springs attached on my legs at the thought of getting rid of X finally)
Stage 7-(which was the day before yesterday)X and Y having twins(she seems to have transplanted her brain…or as it is an ektha soap..it is also possible that the tumor disappeared just by praying) and they lived happily ever after(showing Kodak moments as usual)
This is the summary I got from the 10-15 episodes I have seen,(fcrse..all the while throughout the 4 yrs there were a whole lots of villains and villainess who has their own background music and who just finds bliss in destroying X’s peace of mind)and I am finally happy that it ended.
And guess what I saw the first thing switching on the TV today?..The sequel is coming..with X and Y and their 3 children(all 5of them seems to be of the same age).’K’ queen Ki Kahaniyaa Kabhi Khatham Nahii Hothiiii…..