PeEk A bOo!!

It has been almost a month since I properly blogged….!!..How unlikely of me….so lets “JET SET ACTION”. I mean BLOG through my life….well so much has happened in my life….but noting much actually happened to my life!!....I know I am confusing you people. ….But you know I am one confusion myself!!....so wats actually going on in my confused like…lets take a ‘peek a BOO’…hmm….for the past one month….I had become almost addicted to orkutting!!...other than that…….well….you know…..wat I have been doing…….well……….I was………wat crap..Wat was I doing all these month..Except getting almost addicted to orkutting…..nothing comes to my mind as to what I did….that was constructively useful……hmm…yeah one great thing happened..I am contributed one of my poems to my college magazine..and well the editor mailed me back asking me if I could write an article about first yrs….well..isnt tht cool. I did that..and well I also blogged that article..it is my previous post..though wat is appearing in the magazine is just an half of it..due to the size constraints…the editor had to edit it!...other than that…I guess I have been really jobless….bunking my internal exams..relaxing at home..when all my friends were sweating it out in the exam hall!!....

How could I forget the most important moment of my life..?I donated blood…..for the first time in my life…it was an awesome experience..well we bunked all our classes for our noble cause..went and waited in the blood donation camp for almost 3 hours..going through some tests proving that we are fit enough to donate blood…myself, chitra, shilpa and Helen..from my gang donated blood…it was our long time wish to donate blood!..the first test was for seeing whether we were anemic…well your blood had to dissolve in one blue solution they had..they pricked my finger (ouch, it actually felt like an ant bite!. seriously)..took a drop of my blood, and put it in the solution….well I was holding on, actually muttering to myself ‘dissolve, dissolve’…it took time..the person who conducted the test almost decided I was anemic. And at last the blood dissolved (thank god!!)..then was my blood test..i knew it already, but they checked it again..and told me ‘be positive’, I mean my blood group is B+ve..so they confirmed it with me!...then was my Blood pressure test…I don’t know for wat reason, they checked my pressure almost thrice!!...and the consultant who checked, said that (some two values they check huh..i am ignorant about it, as I am no medico!!) One was low, while the other was high! See wat amount of confusions, even my metabolism has!!..then she shooted all kinds of questions to me…did I have wheezing, sinus, tooth extraction, cavity and stuff..to which I replied…no I had all of them a year or two back!!..(so I actually dint leave anything), and currently I was fit as a fig (is that an Idiom?)..now after this they finally said I was fit and asked me to proceed to the next BIG queue for the final stage, that is to donate blood…all others have reached there before me…as they weren’t bombarded so much questions like me!1..and their pressures were all in fine level!!..so we were waiting..this was around 11:40 I guess….I had just had a cup of milk at 5:20 in the morning..nothing else had I taken for food!!..so well I was preparing before hand that I might faint as soon as I donate blood (I was scared though!!..coz I have never ever fainted in my life)…and then the coordinator of the camp asked..who all last ate food at around 8’o clock, I shoot my hand up saying I ate last at 8 (I was scared she might ask me to go back, if she knew the truth that I ate , I mean not ate, drank milk at 5!!..as it was too early..coz even for 8’o clock, she gave the expression of ‘my god, so early..and it is gonna be 12!!...it is too early ma…u will be weak after donating blood)..I being next to the door, she told me to go in FIRST!! (okai, not first..there were a lot of people b4 me, but in my batch I was first!!)...as I ate early, ..I was speechless…there was this inner fear you know..i had that at that time….I just went in, the people there asked me to lie down….she came checked my vein, inserted the tube (it did pain, but I shut my eyes tight)…and let me there for the blood to fill in the packet!!...it all happened in a matter of 15 minutes, my packet was full.. she came took out the tube, asked me to hold my hand..i saw the packet…bright, dark (how can it be bright and dark at the same time!!..gud question I myself don’t know!!)…red, maroon. A thick liquid!....it is gona save a life..i feel proud right this moment!!....she asked me to hold my hand, and went to the other donors, by this time..everyone, chitrs, shilpa, Helen..were donating blood..i lay there for like some 20 minutes…you know people my patience level tends to zero..i am the most impatient person known to me in this world!!..so I was waiting…..waiting..i actually tried to get up..i just wanted to get out of the place!!..but the person who took my blood, came and asked me to lie down for five more minutes….finally she asked me to get up..but even know she didn’t let me go!1..she asked me to sit for five minutes…and see if I felt giddy!!.....well miraculously I did not!....(my metabolism is actually great you see!!)….I said to her no I didn’t ..and jumped out of the bed..in two minutes instead of the said 5 minutes..and went to take my refreshments to replenish the blood taken!...well I am still pretty excited about the whole incident, and I am waiting for the next time to donate blood..so people, please come forward and donate blood, save a life, and donating blood is actually good you know..and I also received a certificate for donating blood..isn’t that cool!!!

Other than that..well, I am trying myself hard to concentrate on my studies!!...my b.com and CWA..well..in a month I have to give my semester, and in a couple of months I have to give my CWA inter Stage 1..papers…the biggest one!!..and my level of preparations is not even 2 % right now!!..i wonder why I am turning into such an hopeless person these days..not knowing what to do with my life!1….and well not even following the path I have taken properly, not giving my fullest contribution to what I have taken!!....I will only fuss over it like this, I never take a proper action!!...why am I like this??

Well, I have also grown addicted to music that was an all time addiction though…..my recent favorites were..Or should I say lines were...

“Kayil mithakum kanava nee
Kai kal mulaitha katra nee
Kaiyil enthiyum kanakavillaya
Nuraiyal seitha silaya nee

Nilavil porugal idai ilakum
Neerilum porul idai illakum
Kadahalil koda idai ilakum
Indru kandenadiya
Ithai kandukonden adiyai”

From the movie ratchagan...and old one
And then from the recent movie,’Silunu oru kadhal’

“avalukena amba samuthara ayyar hotel aluva mathiri
thalampooven thala thala venna vanthal vanthal!!”

Cute lyrics...just for this I listen to the songs...well I cud say they r my recent obsessions of my one two many obsessions…

Anyway jus wanted to make a note of it...so I wrote the lyrics!....other than that I have the same old zany confusing life

Seeya in my next blog

Zanychild
Driving people insane as always!

A FRESH EXPERIENCE!

Anything which is the first time will have special significance to us. Be our first day on this earth, the first steps taken with our little legs, our first day in school, first day of college…the list is endless. Every time it is a new beginning. A new discovery. Speaking of college almost the whole of our first year is of great significance. It is definitely a new beginning. We discover surprisingly our new potentials, talents which were hiding in us all through our school life like how I discovered my potential for writing. All through school I have never written a proper essay for my English class!

Entering college….having no more dull boring school uniforms, big bulky bags, and two plaits. It was like entering a whole new colorful world. When I asked my first years if they share my opinion, I was really surprised. ‘It does feel great, but I actually miss my 2 plaits!!’ said Aarthi a first year commerce student. Many actually missed there school uniform and two plaits (though the other side of the story is they never properly wore two plaits in school so they are missing them now!!). A sociology student said that now there are no more school uniforms, there is freedom of expression. Well for the bag part –‘the bags have not changed, they are still bulky’ said Tejasvi and Bhavitha, both commerce students. (Of course being in commerce you will have to carry your big bulky R.L.Guptha book even through your second year, nobody can help you!!!.)

We have one of the finest campuses in the city. ‘The campus is great-only thing is at times it is dirty’ was the unanimous reply from the first years. While Meera of sociology had a better idea, she loves the campus so much that she said she wanted ‘cleaning day’ on campus on a Sunday every month!! She doesn’t mind spending a few hours in college, but it has to be accompanied with credits! (Maybe our students union will look into this idea, and improvise on it!)

One great regret they had been that they were not been ragged!! ‘Seniors do not behave like seniors; they are just like us’ says Aarthi. While Tejasvi was of the view that ‘They say they are friendly seniors, yes I agree with it. They are quite approachable. But I have my friends to be friendly with. I want my seniors to be seniors, really bossy and should rag us’. Well but officially ragging is banned in our college we can’t help it! ‘Seniors are approachable but they never approach us’ said Shristi of the fine arts department.

What is college life without a little bit of classes...Ok I am a bit exaggerating; we have a good amount of classes to attend in college that is supposed to be the prime reason for us to come to college! Our college actually has a great attendance system to draw students to their classes. It is attendance every hour. ‘It is actually a fantastic way to make people come to college’ said Meera. Most of them felt that it was terrible, it was standing in there way of bunking classes. (You see our administration is much cleverer than us! They have got 60 years of experience handling students like us and have come up with this master plan of attendance every hour!!)

As for the transformation from school life to college life, most of them were missing school life ‘College life is great, but I actually miss school at times. It takes time to settle in a new environment after being nurtured and guided for 15 years in school’ said Nikila rajiv of the commerce department. Most of them feel that school is best…as they are just in their first year, in two more years I am sure they are likely to change their opinion! While some prefer college is best as it gives them more responsibility and independence, and helps to define you better than in school.

Our journey of life is never ending, we walk through paths and passages, hills and caves, we meet a number of people, and some become our best buddies, while others just go past us. But in the end we have to leave our best buddies and move on with our life. Like joining a different college that suits us. When asked the first years how did it feel to leave their best friend and come to a new place and make new friends? The responses were varied. Some of them were lucky enough to have their best buddies still in the same college. ‘It is just a one way road, you have got to travel along it, I do miss my friends, yet I made great friends over here’ said Michelle of the BCA department. ‘Making new friends just happened effortlessly, without me realizing it’ said Sristi of the fine arts department. ‘It is awful to leave your best buddy, but I have made a great many friends here. And it also gives an opportunity to interact with different types of personalities’ said a first year literature student.

Well all is well that ends well. The three years of college life is definitely going to be great as we are in one of the best colleges of the city. And like how we treasure our school life with all those nostalgic feelings that arise when you see a student on the road wearing your school’s uniform we will treasure our college life in three years up the lane. And the same nostalgic feeling will arise when some one says they are from our college! All I could say is we are in one of the best parts of our life. So live like there is no tomorrow, rejoice each and every moment as it won’t come back again!

An hour of Banking class: my thoughts running loose

This is the class that let my mind loose. The class that nurtures my writing skills. My thoughts flow free with no barriers – I think what not in this class…but Maam’s monotonous voice is keeping on echoing in my mind..again and again..what do I write…I am getting bored in this dumb class…
Hey, it seems like Alice is listening to class. Sherine is writing and passing notes and pretending to listen to class. Sophia is doing her short hand lessons. Chitra is doing sudoku. Sagaya, Deepthi, Yazhilini, Helen are staring at maam with no other option!! Aruna and Shilpa are listening to class.
Ok..fine the spelling of ‘inconvenience’ is INCONVENIENCE..Yay...got it right the 7th time..thanks to Alice and Chitra!!
Now what..Banking maam wants us to take some points…lets write it down shall we…

TYPES OF CROSSING [heading]-(what crossing?? Oh yeah, cheque crossing….not road crossing!!!!)
1) General Crossing- Sec 123 – definition- (the normal one yaar)
~ Essentials of general crossing:
a)2 lines are of great importance in crossing – (very important...yes I know this for a zebra crossing it must have black and white lines!!!!)
b)Lines must be drawn parallel and transverse – (ok! I know parallel zebra crossing lines – transverse???!!!....ok she has gone to the next point)
c)Lines are generally drawn on the left hand side so as to not to obliterate or alter the printed no. of the cheque and it should not cut or cross some of the writing – (in simple words, do not scribble unnecessarily on the cheque!!!..Got it people!!!)
d)The words ‘and company’ and its abbreviation are written between the lines, they by themselves do not constitute crossing, but it has been a practice to write them when the drawer does not know the name of the payer banker – (if he doesn’t know the name why does he draw...When he draws lines too...it must be lengthy enough to constitute ‘and company’ and what ever abbreviation it has!!!)
e)Similarly the words ‘not negotiable’, ‘account payee only’ may be added to the crossing – (but I have a query here…if you add not negotiable...Then the cheque (literally) is not a negotiable instrument right!!!..Then what is a cheque now….??!!!)

(Ok, I know I am taking Banking class very LIGHTLY..And I know this is going to reflect in my exam!!!!!)
~ Significance of general crossing:
a)It gives direction to a paying banker - (oh so it means otherwise the banker is blind and doesn’t know the rout to take…I pity him!!!)
b)The direction is that the amount of cheque should not be paid at counter but to a fellow banker, that is it should be made through an account and not at the counter of the paying bank – (but what if that fellow banker runs away…and doesn’t all operations of the bank pass through the counter..Be it passing through an account or another way...It is still done at the counter right!!!!)
c)If a crossed cheque is paid at the counter in contravention of crossing,
# The payment does not amount to payments in due course; paying banker will lose his statuary protection.
# He has no right to debit his customers account as it constitutes breach of customers mandate – (I even more pity the banker)
# He will be liable to the drawer for any loss he may suffer – (I declare that I will never take a banker’s job...it seems to be a very difficult one yaar….counting the no. of breaches he can do...Which I am bound to do!!!!)
d)The main intention of crossing is to give protection to it but general crossing gives only limited protection – (then why the heck did I learn this whole crap, if it isn’t going to give full protection) in the sense that if a thief is not the customer of the paying banker he can encash the cheque through forging the signature of the payee. However it can be deducted – (then what is the damn problem over here!!!). To avoid this danger special crossing was introduced – ( so basically protection is not the main intention……it is letting in the thief and letting him to forge the sign!!!)



2)Special crossing – definition – section 124:
~ Essentials of Special Crossing:
a)2 parallel lines are not at all essential – (so how do you cross with out zebra lines….you will have to jump and fly to cross huh!!!)
b)Name of the banker (collecting banker) has to be necessarily specified on the face of the cheque – (so a cheque has a face, body… interesting!!!) it alone constitutes Special crossing – (ALONE!!!....so the essentials is it must have a face and a name on it…so simple… even each one of us can become a cheque…. We all have a face…on it we write a bankers name… we become a cheque!!!!)

(Bell rang….hmm..end of an hours torture…….will seeya in next class….tille then adios….this is zanychild a.k.a vidya!!!)

you give me a title !!

Hii there!! During one of the personality development classes that I attended in college, the following is one such exercise which we were required to do. We had to frame an imaginative and creative story of our own using some words randomly given to us. The words are as follows:

Davos-tissue-blood- car radio-carpet-ball-apple-knife-footprints-coat-road-window-ambience-pathbreaking-news

When I saw these words first, I thought these would be very useful in framing a nice fictional mystery/thriller story. So here goes my first proper original short story of mine:

On a typical cold winter night in Davos, the Minister of Industries, K. Naik is still contemplating about what had happened over the past week. A renowned journalist and newspaper editor, Sudhesh Kaur had discovered certain confidential information regarding a foreign commercial agreement in which Naik had very conveniently roped in a lot of money for himself. Sudhesh was once a very good friend of Naik but then where is friendship spared in the dirty game of competitive politics. Thus, Naik was at stake. His involvement in the agreement would create a hell of a controversy. But Sudhesh being a shrewd journalist thought of getting himself richer through this leak out and called Naik home for negotiation.

They greet each other for the sake of doing it and Sudhesh makes two glasses of whisky on the rocks. Sudhesh soon comes to his point and proposes a huge sum to which Naik was dumbstruck. But he had no other choice than to accept his proposal since his everything was at stake-his post, his income, his standing in society and the welfare of his own family. He starts to sweat unusually and takes out a tissue to wipe himself. He looked out of the window totally ashamed by his actions and did not know what to do. He saw a cunning feel in the eyes of Sudhesh that troubled him. Seeing a knife pierced into an apple placed in a bowl on the table gave him strange and evil ideas. He felt like taking that knife and piercing it into the body of Sudhesh, his blood oozing out which would stain his coat and drop on the carpet. Then he would have to clean the carpet to remove all evidence and would also to have to see that he left no fingerprints or footprints behind. After that, he would have to carry his body to the car and drive the corpse to a forbidden land and bury him like he had seen in most movies. This thought scared him even more and he finally agreed to make the deal with Sudhesh who was at the same time playing with a ball like paperweight. After shaking hands, Naik leaves and drives back home listening to his favourite program over the car radio. But this time, it did not amuse him like before. He imagined hearing from the same car radio, an announcement regarding the pathbreaking discovery of Naik in the international scam.

Now in his hotel room in Davos which had a nice posh comforting ambience, made no difference to Naik who knew that anytime anything could be done to distort his standing and maybe he would not able to come here the next year for the World Economic Forum.

So let me know how you found my story and do send me in your honest comments. Thanks a ton for taking the time to read it.

Take care

lilratty

We ARe GoD!!!

The very concept God enthralls me!!! I am not an atheist….I believe in God…but I am not into the process of praying, going to temples…I don’t think that it is a necessary criteria to be fulfilled to prove that you believe in God. I believe in God as in me… ‘My conscience’…that is my god. It keeps a constant watch over me... it is my conscience that makes me feel happy, guilty, sad… it shows me what is right, what is wrong, what is good, and what is bad…. Isn’t that what God should do… it even guides me in my life, my problems and my activities. So I take it that God is within me…. It’s my conscience…

Well I am not against people who are very God fearing, go to temples, churches and mosques… and who blindly follow God… let them follow their faith while I follow mine… but I always wonder how this concept ‘God’ or the word ‘God’ evolved… how did people start believing in God. From the evolution of homosapiens… from Apes to Nomads and Caveman to Civilized people now. Where did God come into existence.....? As a remember history ….. I think nature was worshipped as God first… and there comes the existence of God….Fire god, Water god, Mother Earth was also God…. But wait, my friend over here says God created nature… yes… I think people do believe God created Earth and nature… so … what period should I say as god evolved?? … Well all is well and ends well… God evolved someday… and he/she has evolved… so let’s get deeper into the topic of God… But… one more point. God was recognized only when proper humans evolved… it is only the humans who found the concept of God… it is us who says God evolved first… but it is discovered only in our period… so as of now I say…God came into existence as humans came into existence.

God evolved. Period. Then what happens… people give forms to the God for a more accurate picture. Except the Islam community and some parts of the Hindu and Christian community which do not perform idol worship… so thus a series of Gods came into existence… let me list the no. of Gods I know (God or Goddess all the same). Well I start with my Hindu religion… lord Shiva (the destroyer), Lord Brahma (the creator), Saraswathi, Lakshmi, Mahalakshmi, Venkatachalapathi or Balaji, Ganesha, Muruga, Parvati, all kinds of Amman’s, Hanuman, Krishna (my personal favorite), The Navagrahas, Kali, Rama… the list is endless. Then there is Jesus and Allah… sees how simple it is to list the names of God’s of other religions… as the Hindu mythology… I think every day a God evolves!!!.... well there is one advantage… you wont feel bored going to the temples… as there is a great many temples for the great many Gods… you know you get variety to chose from!!! And each and every God has a fascinating story behind them… I tell you Mythology is a very fascinating subject… you just wonder, wonder and wonder more if you go deeper into the subject of Mythology.

So where are we in my article…? God evolved, he/she was given forms. Now what does that aspect of god do in your life? Why do we need a God? Why do we believe in a supreme power or force above us? I guess it is to keep us inclined to our respective paths in our life…to be stable… not to lose our focus of minds… to achieve our goals… Basically the illusion of God is created… so that people will fear doing the wrong thing. The essence of God watching over you will prevent people from doing bad…. The fear that God will punish them for their wrong doings in the future…. but you know what that God is… it has no form… it is within us, as I said our conscience…. It punishes you by making you feel guilty, bad… so people everywhere to escape this laud the good.

Well, well… while talking about good… we should definitely talk about bad (shouldn’t we?) Good and bad both are juxtaposed to each other… only when there is good we know there is bad, only when there is bad there is good… God symbolizes good, while Satan symbolizes bad… we can say that without God there is no Satan and vice versa...

SATAN …… the very sound of it brings a bad, dark, mysterious feeling to us… Satan symbolizing bad is actually a good thing… because for every positive aspect in life there must be an adjacent negative aspect. It is this negative aspect that makes the positive aspect much stronger.

Now, as I think….as my thoughts flow…. God primarily came into existence due to the bad or negative aspect of life… think about it yourself… if everything in your life is well and good why will you pray or believe in god? It is when things aren’t proper and life is not going the way you wish it to go, that you look up to God… after some time when things start taking shape and everything goes fine you thank God… for rectifying your life… thus you pray, thank, pray, thank….that’s how life goes on with its ups and downs. It is only and only when things in life aren’t proper and bad karma prevails in your life and bad things happen in the world that you look up and wonder ‘is there a God?’ Well the very question has the answer… if there isn’t a God… why are you wondering about him in the first place!!!

Now I think Satan is God (and I know you people out there are fretting when I am gonna end this article. but this one really set me thinking!!! About me and what I am doing in the world!!!) well now I say Satan is God because….he/she is God of bad…but as God is usually associated with good they gave him/her the dark name of SATAN (hey..But in Hindu mythology…Satan is also God. We have Yama dharma...Remeber!!!)

What ever name you give…God/Satan, the almighty, the supreme power… it is all a total illusion….if this illusion wasn’t there… the world would have been destroyed… people’s life would have been haywire… the words ‘guilty’, ‘feeling bad’, ‘conscience’ wouldn’t come into existence. The force of love would have become weak… people would be crazy, cold hearted, have a heart of stone… the world would be a living hell. There will be no balance in Earth… the balance of right to wrong, good to bad, God to Satan, heaven to hell is very much required for our lives to run smoothly…

But the whole point of my article is to find out who is God??? it is us…each one of us is God…we choose either to be God or Satan…It is within us… our inner feeling…our inner feeling exists because of us…so we are God…or Satan…we say God rules the world…in a practical point of view. Who rules? We right….so we are God….you may ask if we created nature…I suggest you to go and read the archeological and scientific research on how Earth was formed. Heard of big bang theory and all that stuff….so no supernatural force created Earth…it was all a natural evolution…so I stand to my point that we, each one of us is God/Satan…you might criticize my point of view…I say it is all in your mind….it is a funny thing….your mind I mean…you tend to believe what is not existing….but you don’t believe things that are right before your naked eyes…. Funny people we are…

Note:- I am not against anyone. This is purely my point of view and I believe each one of us is God…

Self confession - of whom???me of course!!!!

People I encounter look at me and say….
To my parents…….such a lovely daughter.
To my brother……you are lucky to have her as your sister!!!
To my friends……a friend indeed
To my teachers…..good student isn’t she?

(Statements stated above are purely true and valid…seriously believe me people!!!!!)

Hmmm…..I wonder to how many they should have said these...

Why is it necessary to be good to people around you. I am not saying we mustn’t be good to people around us…but why deceive ourselves just to please others. I believe life should be lived fully cherishing every movement, every fight and argument one makes, every real praise one says to people around them and with full spirit of joy and cheerfulness and straightforwardness...

Why is it necessary that I will be accepted by the society I live, only if I live to its customary expectations?? Can’t I live my way of life? Can’t I follow my own crazy rules in life? Why should I always live to others expectations which envelop my original expectations from me, which I have perceived……..or would have perceived if given a chance!!!!

I am a good student…..and I hate being one! Till 10th standard….I was this girl who used to get ranks within the range of 5 – 15th …..life was great and rocking then…my parents were happy with me….as I was back then…but on reaching class 11 (miraculously and fortunately and unfortunately) I topped the class due to the increased interest in the subjects I took…..and from then on…..it was no turning back in my academic life….

Responsibilities, expectations and more expectations and workload came rushing to me….those things which I never cared about in my previous year…responsibility and me!!!......Lol……I am the laziest person on earth…and I guess the last responsible person on earth…

My parents, family, teachers, school started expecting more from me… if I fail to top anywhere…..they would be like…what happened?? Any problem??? Tell us, you didn’t top this time…..is something bothering you???? (Well what is bothering me is everyone around me!!!)

And slowly and effortlessly they changed me. They made me more focused on my studies and even made me possessive and what now mattered to me were marks, marks and more marks!!!! I even felt the first pangs of jealousy in me…..if anyone got more marks then me, I felt jealous and at the same time bad about being jealous….I couldn’t understand my behavior then. I develop instant hatred to the person (though I forget it quickly…) and feel low myself and start degrading my potentials. But I never (fortunately) express my feelings outside…so I was this nice good girl to everyone. Even though I knew I was deceiving myself portraying a false cheerful image to people around me…..

Well, I had my good times being a good student…people looked at me…and I turned suddenly from the not so popular to the somewhat popular girl…..but not that it mattered to me…I always wish to be unknown……and well my friends who used to call me to chitchat now called me to clear doubts…and some became my friends only for the very reason I study….and well life went on….

It was all well and good for two whole years…I topped the class consecutively….no one would ever dream otherwise that I will not top the boards….and really everyone was expecting my board results to be great….and the day of exams came…and I gave them pretty well….and on completion went into holiday moods.

The day of results……it came….and I stood 5th in my class…..what happened in-between…..4 of them raced me….it didn’t matter to me…I got an awesome 94%...but people around me, were shocked that I did not top the class….that made me feel bad…..and well I did not even talk to my grandpa…who called me to congratulate me for getting wonderful marks….but I was crying and whining the whole day….I was happy with my marks….but crying came natural…and I even remember my grandpa telling to his friend…who had called him happily saying his grand daughter got 90% in the boards and was celebrating it……that I was crying after getting 94%....!!!!

Well….at last I stopped crying…went to school….greeted everyone on their marks…..and even congratulated those who topped me….heartily….telling to myself…I can not top always…god gives everybody equal chances….and my chance too will come some time in future….

And thus school over…I joined college…there too I started studying…but let me tell you. I personally feel coming to coll…the amount of concentration I am giving to my academics had gone down drastically as compared to my school days……and well I have been giving my best…and class 12 board exams had brought me down to reality…that marks doesn’t matter…it is only the knowledge you gained matters….even now my school thinks…..well my school friends think I am still the topper in class no matter what marks I got in my boards…..and I have tried to change myself….no longer do I frequent the pangs of jealousy and hatred to people in me….

By the end of my college life…..my probability of becoming jealous of people should go down and reach zero…is all that I aim…and well I decided to live life completely…and it isn’t always study…it involves equal amount of fun too.....and when will you enjoy life if you don’t do it know…

All I want to say is…life is short enjoy it to fullest possible core…..with no feelings of hatred and jealousy….


Adios!!!!

Zany child as always

OF FANS AND FANATICS…. **

The great ‘game’ of cricket has us all enthralled in its captivity. To the extent that one time fans and long time connoisseurs of the game, have turned into fanatics of the sport. This is hard to deny especially after some Zealots gave vent to their feelings at the Indian cricket team’s poor performance, at the world cup by breaking the windows of cricketer’s houses and indulging in such barbaric atrocities. Things reached such a stage where the team was publicly castigated in the parliament by our honorable ministers.

That was definitely the height of ludicrousness. The cricketers were even threatened with dire consequences if they lost the World cup match to Pakistan. It is perhaps a sad reflection of our times that a Majority of the public couldn’t care less if India lost the world cup final to Australia as long as they thrashed Pakistan. The fanatics act as if the team Commit sacrilege by losing to Pakistan. For a true blue fan of the game like me it is certainly a deplorable situation that the game nowadays finds itself in, Especially in India.

Moreover the Indian team is praised sky high if it wins by every Tom, Dick and Harry but castigated too by all and sundry if it loses a match. Things need to be put into perspective here. Nobody is perfect in this world, the man who came closest; the great Don Bradman was dismissed in his last test innings for a duck. No team can win every match. Even the Australians lose from time to time. The spectators need to be broad minded for the good of the game at large. There exists a wafer thin line between fans and fanatics nowadays and it is too easily crossed by those who watch the game.

Even experienced, retired professional cricketers commenting on the game get carried away and become highly critical of their team when it loses. They blast the team in public and this sometimes leads to a lot of unnecessary bad blood between the players and the retired stars which must be avoided for the robust health of the game at large. The players are of the opinion that they appreciate criticism but sometimes when it is exaggerated and unjustified, they feel let down and hurt. Frankly tell me, does a team need the backing of its supporters when it is doing well and on top or when it is at its lowest ebb? It should be the latter, but unfortunately the contrary happens.

The team is derided by the so called loyal supporters when it loses. It doesn’t matter if the team fights bravely and loses a match by 3 runs or if it fails to put up any semblance of a fight and gets thrashed by 100 runs. In the case of the former,(the fans if they can be called so) claim the team snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, while in case of the latter they claim the team is soulless and is not interested in playing for the country and are more concerned about their bank balance and their commercial ventures. Nothing could be more grossly unfair to the players.

When the same team wins and performs magnificently, they are hailed as world beaters though the players never think along such lines. A pragmatic approach is required at this point of time. Sachin Tendulkar never declared he will score a century each time he walks out to bat. He can only try to achieve it .It is only we who expect it of him. Hats off to Tendulkar for having delivered consistently all these years despite the enormous burden he has to shoulder every time he plays for the nation. Still we are insatiated.Our expectations increase manifold each passing day. The fans bay for his blood even if he fails in a couple of innings ignoring what he has achieved in 15 years of international cricket. I can only pity the man and his profession. To err is human, but to forgive is divine.

But the paying public is not prepared to yield even an inch let alone forgive the team for losing which is a sad reflection of our times. We all fail to appreciate the fact that the 'gentleman's game' implies that not only the players but also the spectators and those connected with the game too should behave like gentlemen. We have allowed the great game to reduce us to fanatics which doesn’t augur well for the future of the game. It is an irony that if the same fervour, unity, commitment and loyalty exhibited towards cricket in India were shown in all other walks of life, we would have become a world superpower a long time back.


** This article was purely and entirely written by my brother and I take no credit for it……it was written a year back…