MUTATIS MUTANDIS

RANDOM

2009-06-16T03:58:00.000-07:00

So, the lat time that I posted would be when Hitler recieved the Iron Cross, Second Class in 1914 . And now! When Obama has risen to power. And when Congress won again in India. But well, politics doesn't excite most of my friends, so I step away from it.. And I'll write something else that is equally random..

Bombay is not a nice city. Its not like Delhi. Its safer. Its got more buildings and lifts and all. But these arent the only reasons..
Mumbai has not got many people I enjoy to be with.
Mumabi has not got free calls from my phone (Though most people would say it doesn't matter).
Mumbai doesnt tell me to decide what I'll be writing. It just lets me write anything.
Mumbai addicts me to fb.
Mumbai isn't me.

The moment I landed in Mumbai, via a terrible flight, I felt weird. That feeling hasn't changed since. I wanted to see 17 Again here, but that doesn't seem to be working out. My cousin and I are going to a social service thing where we have to teach Math to kids. I wouldn't mind it much if it hadn't been for the frigging rats. They're as tall as Prerna, though that doesn't say much (:P). They're ugly and black. They might just be carrying all possible rat diseases in the country.
I miss so many people. From school. People who aren't in school anymore. People from school who arent in India. From home.

Other random things are that I saw some pretty weird movies from different genres that I never though I would see. I'm being forced to see Notebook. However, I will never bend down to that. Anything to do with lovesick people or books, I'm far far away.

I wish family ties were not tiring. I wish family ties were fun. I hope family gatherings were more.. IDK.. Me.

Of course, before I was dumped onto a harmful flight, I was thrown into a car and driven around to attend various 'maternal family gatherings'.
It was one of the situations when you keep tapping your feet to cover up for the silence. It was one of the situations where you act like you're doing something important on the mobile when you're actually just opening and closing the menu. It was one of the situations where 'all the kids should sit together'. It was one of those situations where you wished you could have reversed your decision and gone to FIIT JEE anyway.
Sigh.

Story of my miserable life.
But I guess nobody is interested in this personal atrocity.
Shiney Ahuja is more entertaining. Tickr has funy jokes on him about him being 'Bai-sexual'. I guess we could also go back to analysing how the extent of redness on Mars and its proportionality to the radius of one of Saturn's rings has affected the Indian cricket team's performance. Of course, if all else fails, India TV could always go looking for the ROAD TO HEAVEN.

GRATITUDE

2009-03-27T02:03:00.000-07:00

Thankyou.
Aanchal. Prerhu. Dukky. Jasmine. Manas. Gopi. Smriti. Raech. Needi.
Thanks for making it soooo special! <3

PHYSICALLY YOURS

2009-02-17T06:13:00.000-08:00

A star that rose
Under decreasing gravity
The angle of repose
And the crazy velocities
The pendulum that swung
And inevitably stopped
The resonance that rung
To give it all its got
Elongated and constrained
With Hooke going crazy
Stress and strain
Existing in proportionality
Friction just toppled over
Thanks to itself
Fluids running for cover
Unable to support themselves
The errors that don't cease
In any quantity selected
Trajectories defining crease
Forces being respective

A giant supervising the chaos

The constant of the spring
The displacement on the string
The ringing of the bell
The ending of a year
And it's still muddled up in our heads...

MY PARROT THEORY

2009-01-19T04:48:00.000-08:00

Last night, my parrot flew away. We had probably left the door of the cage open. Ironically, his partner chose to stay behind. The entire night, the survivor called out to the escaped. He was probably praying for the escaped's well being. It hopped around the cage calling around again and agin, strength decieving it. It looked up at the sky and asked for help. When the squirrels gathered up around the cage and my dog lay down beside the survivor, it didnt soothe him. It called out agitatedly. The animals lay close to it, silent yet supportive, lazy yet understanding. But the survivor didnt want to give up. It didnt want to face harshness. It wanted faith, hope, inspiration. It couldnt just sit down and loose someone it loved so deeply.
In the morning, he screeched till we paid attention to it. Even though we were sad, we soon pushed it to the back of our minds and focused on more beneficial things.
More than half the day, the survivor rebelled. It refused to eaty or drink. It refused to respond. But its rebellion wore off as the day progressed.
Sad and alone, it sat in one corner of the cage, whimpering. I felt what it was feeling. I sat with it for an hour. I knew exactly what it was feeling. I'd gone through it. Loosing someone. Calling out to the someone. Then giving it up. Pushing it back and moving on. Being careful not to tap that part. Then sitting and crying helplessly when realization surfaces. Then moving on again as if nothing happened. Looking for consolation but not being satisfied by it.
Rebellion makes you nfeel stronger but it robs you of emotion, of memories that you would hate to give up, of moments you would love to live in, of a life you think you own.
Words can never make up for loss. I'd learnt that. And the survivor has to learn it too. It needs to stand up again now. Feel his partner and then let him go. Not repenting the differences in choices. Not resenting words. It has to learn to feel beyond pain and sadness. It needs to live again, independant and lonelier.
And I'll support it. I'll help it climb on life again. That's the least I could do with my useless life...

3 FRIENDS

2008-10-23T06:10:00.000-07:00

This is something really old. As a reply to something written by someone. The only reason this is here because nothing else could be and according to some people my "blog is dead". Anki isn't in here because this was in the ninth. Now that she is, she keps P occupied. :P

Sometimes it does settle in the sub conscious mind that 3 best friends is rather impossible.
So we start looking for faults, for potholes in the friendship that we can get hold off.
You start cutting yourself from the two of them. Avoid their calls. Avoid them at places you know they would be. Call up other people. Try to get close to them.
But you're feeling something inside. Is it guilt? Or loneliness? You don't know. But something doesn't seem right. Probably because you're so used to two similar faces, that its simply weird not to know them anymore. You can still break off.
Frightening, probably possible.?
So you start the ignorance treatment.
They say 'hi', you smile and turn away.
They ask you 'what's wrong', you say 'nothing' and walk away.
Keep walking till they're far off. When you're at a safe distance from them, break down and cry. Cry for yourself and what you turned your life into. Curse the people who got it in your mind. And then run back. Run back to them because they're your friends. They're your friends. They'll understand. They love you for what you are, whoever you are, and what you will turn into.
And the next time, when they ask you,
"3 best friends?"
Simply smile and walk away.
Those are the people you should walk away from.

SSPARKLY, WHITE AND YOUNG

2008-09-17T08:07:00.000-07:00

White emerging from pink
A painful processs
A joyous smile
Painful and fragile

Wisdom emerging from within
White for what it brings
Stationed at the back
Away and saved from black

PS: For all of you who still didn't get it...It's my wisdom tooth!! :D

ODE TO AN UNCANNY SURVIVOR

2008-08-22T06:56:00.000-07:00

A flash of light
Fast running legs
A few flights
A whole day spent

A dirty floor
With her a** on it
My poor Chem notebook
Victim that sat rigid

A desperate find
A succesful cue
The place was right
Now, what to do?

Steady footsteps
A girl on the floor
'Where the eff is my book?'
'Next to XI-A's door'

'What?'
'Shouldn't I have kept it there?'
Silence

'Sorry'
'It's okay'
'Sorry'
'It's okay'
'Sorry'
'It's okay'
'Sorry'
'It's okay'
'Sorry'
'It's okay'
'Sorry'
'It's okay'

'Shouldn't I have kept it there?'
'It's okay'

'Sorry'
'It's okay'
'Sorry'
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!

The next day
The same scene
I get back
While she sees

A blatant lie
A horrofic face
'Is she going to kill me?'
A straight face

'What about In XI-C
Late for class?
'Yeah! You can say that'
Man! We're fast (and mean!!!)

A troubled face
A suppressed laugh'Ma'am did you call me?'
A smirk, well half!

Still stuck up
Still sorry

Still ignorant
Still angry

Our absence
Caught red handed
'That was fun, right?'
'You bet'

P: I Just wish I could be there!
K: Me too.....

P.S; : I guess only Prerhu and Daksh will understand what this really is about... ;)

HMM...

2008-07-11T07:08:00.000-07:00

I don't know why I feel it because I hate it. And probably I can suppress it but its still there, somewhere inside. I think about it when I'm alone, so I avoid being with being with me. Its crazy.So crazy.
And what do I feel? Jealousy!
Yep! Jealousy!
Towards?
Towards someone I love. I hate it when its like that because it never works out! Because you don't know who you can tell. You don't know if it's the right thing to feel.
You don't know WHAT to feel. And you don't know how to express. You don't know. You just don't know.

P.S. :- Ask no questions and I you won't get any lies!

NEW BLOGS...

2008-07-08T05:04:00.000-07:00

Our two joint blogs:

http://four-scene.blogspot.com/ (Aanchal Vij, Ankita Saxena, Kritika Jetley, Prerna Goel)

http://paagal-poems.blogspot.com/ (Aanchal Vij, Kritika Jetley, Prerna Goel)

As a second thought, BJ is okay and US doesn't know how to teach

BOYCOTT THE B-WORD

2008-06-27T04:50:00.000-07:00

It's the tenth, everybody said. Study. And there was never a dull moment (see as : Life was full of dull moments). There were books and papers and pens and pencils and geometry boxes lying everywhere. Different shapes and colors. But all used for one sole purpose – The B-word.
There’s this fear of not studying, studying less, studying less compared to Prerna (Yeah, Prerhu, don’t roll your eyes on this one). When the going gets tough, Prerna gets going and Aanchal doesn’t feel good (a more popular word would be ‘Mood Off’)!
But after living through all this, I’d like to raise some serious issues that are causing severe damage to the environment because of the B-word.
(Listen to this one, Aanchal, because even the ‘bus ka sweeper’ cannot do anything)

1. WASTAGE OF PAPER
Leading to deforestation. And there aren’t leaders of the Chipko Movement now, because I guess, Ganguly chopped them off with the trees while he was sitting on a fallen tree sipping his garma garam chai.

2. LOSS OF VALUABLE HUMAN RESOURCE
Fine! Fine! Semi valuable resource.
Well, lets just settle for human resource, huh?
That’s because our brains become so full and buzz with all the things that we have crammed up because ‘the CBSE only sees how well you have remembered the bookish language’.

3. EXCESSIVE USE OF PLASTIC PENS
Write your way to glory (read: sleep)

4. LOSS OF MEANINGFUL FAMILY LIFE
Books! Books! Books! Books! That’s all that you have to be with.

5. INCREASING VALUE OF PHONE BILLS
“Hello, Prerna? Page 85, second column, third line.”
“Aanchal? Civics book. Page 13. First column, ninth last line.”

6. LOSS OF TALENT
I had seriously forgotten how to rhyme stuff. Does ‘do’ rhyme with ‘go’?

7. DISCOVERY OF UNHEARD FOUL LANGUAGE
Used on teachers, books and CBSE

8. FORGETFULNESS
“O! Crap! What the fuck was my name???

9. DEPRESSION
I only used this because the newspapers popularized it
To tell you the truth, we never even thought of that

10. REPEATED ACTIVITY
Because I was so sure I’d be stuck in tenth all my life

11. LOSS OF BUSINESS TO MALL OWNERS, CINEMA COMPLEX OWNERS AND OTHER POOR FELLOWS
I mean, what about India’s economy? We are the saviors, you know. You shut half the population up, what do you get? A poor country!

12. LACK OF FODDER CROPS FOR ANIMALS
Green vegetables are good for health, you see. So dump them on us!
So, now that you see the B-word for what it really is and the amount of damage it has done only in the selfish pursuit of a literacy certificate, I presume you will never see the B-word as you once saw it. Eh?

Also, when I told Prerhu what my next post would be about, she just said,
"O! Kika! Get over it"
But I wont. However, I do admit that I will be a bitch like all my seniors and tell all the present tenthees that tenth is a cakewalk...(Compared to eleventh, it is)

TAG NO. 3

2008-06-09T21:56:00.000-07:00

1. 5 things found in my bag

Metro card

Crossword membership card

Deodrant

2. 5 favourite things in my room

Desk

Lots and lots of books

Mobile

Computer

3. 5 things I have always wanted to do

Buy an island

Sleep

Go on vacation with my best friends

Climb a Mt. Everest (Everybody wants to do that, I guess)

Never give in to my parents (I do that once in a while...)

4. 5 things I am currently into

Music

Blogging

Astronomy

Trying to keep my patience with the relatives in my house

Finishing all my unfinished stories

5. 5 people I choose to further torment

Aanchal

Prerna

Abhi

Miriam

Disha

Fascination Of The Unknown

2008-06-09T06:29:00.000-07:00

When you were young, you were small, things appeared so high up, so out of reach. As you grew older, you could touch those things, feel them and you weren't amused by them anymore. Then you liked those planes that flew so high. You wanted to see them. When you grew up, a few years later and after so many flights, you weren't amused by them anymore.
Now you had grown. You wanted all of it. The power, the money. You wanted to own the skies. Something that remains in all of us, no matter how many times we change our dreams, is the amusement. The fascination of the concepts we do not understand. The disgrace of the concepts in our reach.
Even if you don't belong in this world, even if you'll never make it, people will remember you for your dreams. You give inspiration to others. Competition too. You want to succeed.
And then one day, you'll be at a phase where life will end and you will decay, become part of a greater fascination, a greater inspiration. An integral part which is not understood. Thus, it will amuse us. It would amuse the countless people that will further influence others. A vicious circle. Violent, sometimes, yet existant...and amusing.
And when amusement vanishes, disappears, exits from our lives, we will no longer exist. Our dreams, our inspirations, our existence depends on each other, on amusement, on a greater belief of a superpower, looking below, probably unhappy, but still loving us.
Refreshing amusement in our lives!

P.S. - Whoever has the time and is bored may scroll down and look at the pictures, even at the bottom (just an option) or you can click that back button...Do whatever you please!

TAG NO.2

2008-05-28T04:48:00.000-07:00

1. Last movie seen in a theatre:

I really don't remember...It was Taare Zameen Par, I guess

2. What book are you reading?

Thousand splendid suns (and Pradeep!)

3. Favourite board game:

Scrabble, I guess...

4. Favourite magazine:

I'm not into all of that...Yeah! I'd go with Abhi for this one - Reader's Digest

5. Favourite smells:

The smell of the mud before the rains.

6. Favourite sound:

Music

7. Worst feeling in the world :

The feeling of being abandoned. I couldn't stand it.

8. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?

Thank god, we still have our holidays...

9. Favourite fast food place:

Don't know...

10. Future child’s name:

Never thought about it...I don't kow..would 'Crazy Skullfaced' count for a name?

11. Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…” :

I wrote that before...

12. Do you drive fast?

I only know how to start a car!

13. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? :-0

What am I? Like, 5 years old or something? Of course not!

14. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?

First, Abhi, hamare desh mein brocoli milti hai...

Secondly, I can't see what the whole fuss is about, brocoli's okay, I guess. But no, I don't eat the stems

15. Storms - Cool or Scary?

Cool

16. If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?

I'd streak them with red or probably light blue, Wouldn't dye them any color..because blondes aren't really all that spontaneous (notice the diplomacy!), red is the Love Story 2050 type style. So streaks for me, if ever!

17. Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:

Delhi, Chandigarh

18. Favourite sports to watch:

Tennis, I guess...Cricket, but only the 20-20 matches

19. One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:

Abhi's a really great guy who an amazing rhyme-r! And the IIT stuff, you know! *sigh*

20. What’s under your bed?

My slippers

21. Would you like to be born as yourself again?

No...I like to try something different everytime!

22. Morning person or night owl?

Evening maina

23. Over easy or sunny side up?

Over easy

24. Favourite place to relax:

Anywhere if I am around good company

25. Favourite ice cream flavour:

Chocolate

26. You pass this tag to –

Aanchal, Disha, Prerna, Vasudha, Miriam, Radhika, Abhilasha

27. Among people you tag, who do you think is going to respond the fastest?

I guess Prerna because I just gave her a reason to come online...and an idea for a post...What more can you ask for woman?!

A NOBLE CAUSE

2008-05-21T00:34:00.000-07:00

This is a noble cause. Nobler than all those chain letters claim to be. It's not about any girl who has some deadly disease or about a married couple who cannot be uited. Not even about a dog who has only one eye. Or even about the poeple who live in Africa. It's about a dear friend...a dear friend named -- Prerna!
What's up with Prerna, you'd ask? It's a deadly disease. She's started using something that her mother has told her she doesn't have. Probably only to prove us wrong, but it is causing serious consequences, deadly, even! It's horrible, breathtaking and annoying.
What is it? Her mind. She's using it for such unjustified acts that ...damn!
How? She's accusing me. And Aanchal. And Disha. And Vasudha. And God knows who else. She's accusing us falsley, of course, because, she's way better. She says she doesn't feel like posting. Why? Because 'you guys write so well, I don't feel like writing. All of you, mera man hi nahi karta, yaar'
'That's not true, Prerna, you know that!", I say, waiting for my thoughts to be contradicted.
Sure enough! Here comes her false yet determined thoughts.
'Seriously, Kritika, even you know it's true'
Really? Do I?

Hmm....Did I hear you write Prerhu? You feeling the Aanchal pangs...Looks like I'm next, whatsay?

SHE

2008-05-20T05:13:00.000-07:00

She cries
She falls
She hides
She's tall

She's blind
She's deaf
She's held
Not dealt

She laughs
She runs
She plays
She's stunned

She cries
She tries
She's stiff
But kind

She smiles
She talks
She's right
She walks

She's cold
She's out
She's bold
Throughout

A hand
Lifeless
A land
Homeless

She's clad
She's red
No sand
No bread

Love
Lack of it
The stuff
Instinctive

The tears
Hidden
Her tears
Bed-ridden

A cry
Ignored
Life
Still holds

The grip
So tight
Her heart
So light

An ending
Imperfect
A rendering
Without surface

P.S. - Just before the board result, this is what strikes me...Does this reflect something?
Hmm...I ponder....

TAGGED FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!

2008-05-06T00:38:00.000-07:00

Yeah! I lurve disha...So this is my first tag...Kinda excited (Man! I sound so excited, don't I?) Anyway, so here goes, yet another boring post...I mean, tag!!!!

1. What have you realised recently?
Getting into IIT is no cakewalk.

2. Have you given your first kiss away?
Nope

3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 11 blog buddies you would take?
Everyone...All of them.

4. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
Lakshadweep (I first want to travel and see the whole of my country..then probably outside)

5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?
I want a wishing wand(a compressible one, that could fit into a pocket or something)

6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
nah! There's too much of pollution nowadays

7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?
My grandmother (and friends)

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
Put half of it into a bank and buy land with the rest(it's profitable, you see!)

9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
No! He should have the guts to do that. He's the man, right?

10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.
1) Disha is a really nice friend
2) She's my partner in crime, irritating everyone in the bus.
3) She is the undisputed sasta queen. (no competition there, huh?!)

11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?

good looking
humurous
not possessive (okay, okay, a little bit's fine!)
loving
a little romantic
manly(that goes without saying, i think (or hope, rather)!)
passionate about music
philosophical
not similar to me
not push-y

12. Which type of person do you hate the most?
The wanna-be types...and the bitchy types (these people are an excessive part of my life, unfortunately!)

13. What is the one thing you cannot live without?
Mother Earth

14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
I'd rather, they point it out. But only those people whose opinion matters.

15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
A Phone

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?
Only if I have the money. More into clothes and books.

17. Find a word to describe the person who tagged you.
Witty

18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?
I'd restrict myself from being rude to people, especially the ones close to me.

19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?
This ad on the radio that said "Have you notived the pollution. The smoke. The horns. Earth is polluted......" And then it went... " Save your skin from the pollution. Try lakme face lotion" somebody hasn't got their priorities right!!

20. What's life's secret?
The fact that it exists without the knowledge of the people who don't know you (I know I didn't make much sense, here)

So here I am, at the end of my first tag!!! HURRAY!
Merry Christmas!
(And I don't want any comments saying, 'Bah! Humbug!)

NEVER

2008-05-03T06:02:00.000-07:00

Feel free to investigate my mind
Instigate me in time
I'll succumb to your greatness
I'm helpless
In front of your intimidated presence

I call myself both night and day
I like it when you touch my head
Say you're proud of me just ojnce
I'll cry till nothing is left to be said

This portend of danger
Manifested as a stranger
Darkening from all sides
Below the tides
Is touching our lives

Never ever
Look me in the eye
I'll start to cry
Never ever
Believe in destiny
It's never meant to be
Never ever
Hold someone's hand
The meaning is never true and
Never ever
Look me in the eye
I'll start to cry

Harden those expressions
You've gotta learn a lesson
Disguise that smile
You have to walk for miles
With the consciousness trying to survive

Expansion of the fittest
Survival, but we'll miss it
Boulevards face acceptance
Portrayal of wrong deceptions
Imbibed with countless perceptions

Never ever
Look me in the eye
I'll start to cry
Never ever
Believe in destiny
It's never meant to be
Never ever
Hold someone's hand
The meaning is never true and
Never ever
Look me in the eye
I'll start to cry

Imperfections
Confessions
Interceptions
I don't know who to follow
Introduction
Perfections
Learn a lesson
All of it's too hard to follow

AN UNJUSTIFIED REVENGE

2008-04-18T03:13:00.000-07:00

I hear whispers around me. "He's an obsessed psycopath." I silently agree. He is indeed an obsessed psycopath. How could he do what he was going to do? How could he be so heartless? I picture him walking, walking towards the place he once called home. I know it really was happening. He opens the front door. He has his key. Walking slowly, he feels his left jacket for the gun. The gun that he had smugled from his own father's home.
He glances back at his childhood. How he had never done thigs that the other kids did so freely. He had to study then. Make a name for himself. He had to go to music class. He had to know it all. He had to kneel before his father, plead his mother, give away before his family.
He was awarded no pride, no respect, no dignity. Nobody understood him. They only understood his cover, a mould he had fit into so perfectly. They never understood the boy underneath. If anybody would have asked him why he was killing the people he loved, he would look them straight in the eye and say, 'Because they killed me everyday. Every single stinking day".
I half heartedly try to stop him but silently I urge him on. Urge him on to take out his frustration. That's the only way left. He walks into the dining room. His mother, father and Katrina are having dinner.
Poor Katrina, he thought, she'll have to die too. She'll have to pay the price for being born in this family"
He takes out his gun and aims it at his father. His mother is screamig something but he doesn't seem to hear. He pulls the trigger. 1 down, 2 to go. He aims the gun at his mother now. His mother is screaming. He pulls the trigger again. 2 down 1 to go.
Katrina is still sitting on her chair. She's closed her eyes and is silently praying. He slowly walks up to her, holds her hands and kisses both her cheeks.
"I'm sorry", he whispers. Thren pulls the trigger.
Katrina falls to the floor. Not a tear on her soft cheek.
I walk out of the house slowly.
I silently agree.
I am an obsessed psycopath.

A RHYME, NOTHING ELSE

2008-04-18T02:24:00.000-07:00

A whisper
A falling out
Don't push her
She'll grow right out

Autumn
Colorful sadness
Winter
White and grey fun

A grave
Ending of disaster
A wave
Disappearing faster

Touch
A never ending story
So much
Understanding glory

Grief
An unsatisfied emotion
Weep
An altered notion

A smile
Untouched treasure
Miles
Of travel and measure

The voice
That gave away
No noise
Greif can't stay

The culprit
An uneasy man
A misprint
Relationships bland

A rhyme
And the music
It's time
Don't want to loose it

Treason
That's growing fast
Loosen
Because the grip can't last

THE ELEVENTH BLUES

2008-04-10T06:44:00.000-07:00

So now I totally hate school...probably because of the following:

Carmel Convent School has disclaimed me. They have denied me a subject. No subject. I'm in the counselling list with weird people like *o***n ***i and b*****r (names censored for the blogger's security). I'm streamless.

Even if I do get science our class teacher is Beena John who is like my totally favourite class teacher (note the sarcasm). Today she told me, "If you're traking science, I think you should get serious and leave your tenth standard behaviour behind". So there goes, SHE LOVES ME!!!!

We got Rashmi Chaudhary as our English teacher, which after Swati Das is a huge shock. It was the first day and she bugged us to the limit. She says 'e'ctually instead of 'a'ctually. Plus all her Boxword and Small dictionary pains - sheesh!

So, basically, I am streamless and still cribbing about a life that I dream to have for the next 2 years. Wierd, Wierd Me!

But you can't really blame me because that IS normal human behaviour.

I just hope I get science tomorrow.

I. ME. MYSELF.

2008-04-07T21:36:00.000-07:00

I like being Me. Me doesn't mind it. Probably because I and Me are the best of friends. Me says I can be her anytime. I let Me be Myself as well. Myself is my other best friend. We'll stay like that forever. I.Me. Myself. No one can do us apart. I.Me. Myself. Forever. Others, my enemy, told Me that 3 best friends is not possible. But together, we'll prove Others wroing. Have you realised what I, Me and Myself make together?
We!

Unity is Strenght.

P.S. - Apologies! I was sitting there in some 'Mt. Abu School' for my FIIT-JEE entrance and getting so bugged with everyone around me. Figures, doesn't it?

DISHEARTENED

2008-04-04T07:54:00.000-07:00

It's Aanchal.
Sshe says she doesn't like my blog name.
Nor the title.
Nor the template.

THE 2 SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

2008-04-04T07:15:00.000-07:00

Okay....so I'm back to it again...Songs and poetry and all that crap
Probably it bores you to the limit but, hey, this is me and most of the time, I ain't so much fun.
So even if you don't like it, go ahead, read it 'cause that is the only way you'll coment
Here goes....

She's looking up in the sky
And shaking her head
Only one star left to try
And then the night is dead

He's looking up in the sky
One bright star overhead
Everyday it tries
And one day it'll taste success

The milk spilled on the floor
On the mud and it'll sink
All of it's going out the door
Link by link

The milk spilled on the floor
More for the cat to drink
So much less to store
So much less to think

CHORUS
Think about the bright side of life
Though there's night where you're standing
It's day ouside
And when everything crawls back in place
It just gave you time to think
Think and praise

She's standing in the rain
But she's thinking of the clothes left outside
The droplets drop and pain
You couldn't survive

He's standing in the rain
Thanking it for all that it made right
Thinking about his lane
That didn't have water for nights

She's running away from problems
She can't face them no more
She doesn't have the strenght to solve them
She's turning into stone

He's thinking about his problems
Sitting now, to solve them out
'Cause he knows he can solve 'em
Take some time and that's all it's about

CHORUS
Think about the bright side of life
Though there's night where you're standing
It's day ouside
And when everything crawls back in place
It just gave you time to think
Think and praise

And she's crying
But he's laughing it out
She's not trying
But he's hanging around
She is running
But he's holding on
She won't fight it
But he'll try till dawn
And again

CHORUS
Think about the bright side of life
Though there's night where you're standing
It's day ouside
And when everything crawls back in place
It just gave you time to think
Think and praise

DISAPPOINTED

2008-03-29T06:03:00.000-07:00

There's this pressure.

It's just there. There are people all around her. She's looking around for someone who might just understand that she's mediocre. Her marks have started showing it. But they won't accept it. Ever. All she wants is for someone to come, hold her hand, hug her and tell her that it's fine if she doesn't do well. That it's not that important. But she's built up the atmosphere that she's in. She likes it when people say she's intelligent. Only, she can't live up to it anymore.

She's struggling. But they're pushing her forward. "You can do it", they keep saying. "You can"

But she can't. She's not that smart. Why do people think that way? Then there are people who are doing the same thing and are so good at it, that she's pushed to the background.

She's trying. She's trying really hard. But it's too high up and they think she can jump higher. They think she's not trying as hard as she can. But she is. She knows that. And it's hard to see that they don't appreciate her, just because she can't do it.

But it's difficult. She's trying to cope up, but she's slipping away. She's trying, but there is sweat on her hands. She wants to hold on to it, she wants her moment, but the outcome is not what she desires.

People want to know if she is putting in her best efforts. They say no. She can do better.

She's trying but nothing is coming out of it. And then she falls. Falls all the way down. She's screaming, yelling for help, but they're just standing there, shaking their heads.

"You didn't do it", they say. "You disappointed us."

A WARNING

2008-03-29T05:35:00.000-07:00

This is really important. I'm not a sad person. It's just that when I write I glorify a lot of stuff that isn't really true. And then, there is this thing with me that Ionly write when I'm really sad. So when you're reading this blog, picture me as a jovial person. Seriously, I'm not that depressed and demoralized. I'm just another ordinary teenager.

HEY THERE

2008-03-29T03:42:00.000-07:00

So, i have actually decided to sit down and make a blog. Plus, I'm quite sure I'm not deleting this one.
But now that I am sitting here ready to write, i'm struck with nothing but heat.
Wierd!
So I'm just here, probably pretty non existent but still there. And my introductory post, too is not one startling thing. It's just there.
This is Kritika Jetley and this is my domain.

P.S. - Sorry, Prerna. Didn't prove to be that creative, did I???