I want to...

Not necessarily in the same order, I just decided to write down all that I want myself to be this year.
Somebody please remind me about this post if I start to crib about life in general.

So, this year onwards, I want to

• wake up each morning, and feel in love with the day.
• be able to expect little, and give lots.
• maintain connections with all those who matter.
• never lose sight of my goals.
• do my best to achieve them.
• write more, and write better.
• learn to play a stringed instrument.
• be more informed about the world and its ways.
• er...stick to a fitness schedule. (that's just a better way of saying that I want to slim down) :P
• get unaddicted to Harry Potter stuff.
  
• cut down internet usage.
• cut down on my 'daydreaming time'. :D
• stop thinking a lot about trivial matters.
• stop thinking about unpleasant things/prospects.
• be a better daughter.
• be a better friend.

Guess that's enough for now. Er..if you are really reading till now...don't forget the reminder part.

And oh, a happy new year again.

Ring in the new...

So. Another year is about to end. Nothing much happening in the way of a celebration here. Got a nasty sprain in the ankle--tripped on the stairs. Bleah. So now I can say that I'm all set to open the doors to a brand-new year...just that I'll be limping on the way as I rush out to welcome 2007.
:)
Life is ironical sometimes.

Anyways, here's wishing ya all another year of happiness, 12 months of prosperity, 52 weeks filled with success, 365 days of goodluck, 8760 hours of gladness, 525600 hours of fun; and may every second be filled with appreciation for life! Happy New Year.

A wintry, rainy, cloudy afternoon is all it takes to trigger (how I hate using such..er..bloody words) the imagination of poor moi.

It was really wonderful on tuesday. I just love winter rains. It poured down..and there was such delicious coldness and streams of white, nebulous fog were swirling around everywhere. Made me want to have coffee and a dil se talk with...er...a certain somebody.

:)
*goes daydreaming*

Interpretations

A few days ago, two little kids came to spend the day at my place-- children of one of my mum's friends.
Both of them were watching a kids' channel on the telly, when there came an advisory warning before a certain PG-rated show.

(am translating in English for the sake of the non-Hindi people, if any, who happen to read this.)

The older kid : "See, what's written on the TV screen ---...'Pogo advises that kids should watch the next program alongwith their parents.'..Do you know what that means?"

The younger kid : "Yeah I do. It means that the next program is so good that the kids' parents should also watch it."

He spoke sooo innocently, I couldn't help but laugh.
:)

Arrghh

Might as well admit it, I screwed up the exam. And the result's gonna screw me up. To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Yeah right.
Whatever.

And the saddest part is that I knew everything that was asked in the paper. That is, until I began to get my pen doing it. And then I went blank. Can't believe it, I JUST BLOODY HELL WENT BLANK.
Did not panic at once. Breathed deep; once, twice.
And then panicked.

Dear Father in Heaven, why did you choose this day only for Sherry's-First-Ever-Experience-Of-Going-Blank-In-The-Exam. I mean, such a momentous event could have waited, couldn't it?

Practical Application

Sheesh, studying science kinda kills your creativity. And tomorrow is my physics exam. And our tuitions teacher has come up with a grand new scheme-- he's made all of us tell him the marks we expect to get in this exam. And if anybody gets marks below the targeted, I dare not think of the consequences.

And yours truly, like the whimsical girl that she is, told him 62 out of 70. This is the sad part.

But I just couldn't help sharing this question I found in the Kinematics part of the textbook. Read it--

"A drunkard comes out of a pub and starts walking in a narrow lane just outside it. He takes 5 steps forward and 3 steps backward, then again 5 steps forward and three steps backward, and so on. Each step is 1 metre long and requires 1 second..."

And the last line just cracked me up--

"....Determine how long it takes him to fall in a ditch 13 metre away from the pub."

Practical applications of physics, eh?

"People"

Arti di wrote this post and it just reminded me of a similar poem I'd written a long time back.

"People"

It was a cold and misty night
Misty was the street and misty the streetlight
I cared not, but the wind had a bite
'Cause Dad was driving me to a party site.

We were passing through a lonely lane,
What I saw, people look at with disdain.
A young woman, crouched by the roadside,
With a little kid, trying to hide.

Her clothes were torn by usage for years
Her once-comely face blotched with tears.
Only some rags keeping out cold and her fears
The kid very pale for want of care,
She watching passers with a silent stare.

I watched for a moment, but it went to the heart,
As the headlight beamed, I saw her start
A gleam of hope came in her eyes,
Seeing the car pass, which changed to a sigh.

I recalled her face, its pallid hue
Why I couldn't forget her, I never knew
"What will she do, what will.."
I kept on thinking, till
"Time to step down," I heard Dad say
I walked to the party, all glitter and no gray.

There were lots of people there
Talking in groups or pair
Sounds of music and of laughter
Were seeming to ring the rafter.

I contrasted the image,
Same was their and that girl's age
Their clothes were 'torn' too, not with use,
But that was the latest rage!
Couldn't help noticing, the difference was so immense
Between the rich and the poor, so high a fence.

There is this disparity wall
A beggar with a tattered shawl
But people buying furs in a trendy mall...
Doesn't God hear the poor call?

Why this difference, what do you say?
I've wondered since that day.

Exams and little-somethings

People say school days are one of the best parts of your life. Yeah right, just don't talk about the exams. Which are the most anxious days I have to go thru. Which are happening to me right now.
I don't get it. Almost all the absolutely lovely teachers of my school have made it their latest mission to demoralize and disappoint the students in every way possible. At least that is what it seems. Extra-high difficulty levels, extra-lengthy question papers, extra-voluminous courses , and an extra-wide extra-cruel smirk whenever they come across a student doing some last-minute cramming the day of the exam. I tell you, if all this could be likened to any offer, it could rival any of Big Bazaar's bulk-buying schemes. Extra-anxiety and extra-disappointment free with each exam.

And people say life is just one complicated series of examinations and tests, in every sphere of it.
I can only sigh.

Some little things can make a day really nice. After the exam today, one of my better friends told me he wanted to tell me something
Me: "Hmm..go ahead."
He: "Well..um..err..it's just that....."
Me: Yeah?
He: "Okay I just can't get it out right now. How about later?"
Me: "Fine."

It could be anything, but judging by the expression on his face, it's supposed to be something pleasant.
I get very impatient when people leave things in the lurch just like that. I wait for him to tell. You wait for updates.
:)

Welcome back to Serendipity.

"Henceforth, this blog shalt not falter in its purpose to give thee something worth reading, as often as possible. Sherry promiseth thou.
Oh, and yes, blessed will be the one who Blogrolleth this and giveth me comments."

(*sigh* okay, now I know I cannot even try to write in archaic English.)

Anyways, as I said, I'm going to be a regular blogger once again, after all the gaps and hiatuses. Keep coming back.

:)

Life is good. Blogging feels good. And comments and feedback feel even better. You get what I mean?
*smiles contentedly*

Someday

I'm just darn freaked out about this sleepy town I live in. Always so dusty, so hot all around the year..and now it has simply REFUSED to let the winter enter. It's November 13th and still the day is so really hot..argh.
I don't like this place, the dust, the grime, the everything.


My dream-place-to-live-in would be some lovely riverside town, with a quaint and ancient look about it. Promenades along the river, maple-lined streets that turn yellow-orange in autumn, a large cobbled square, warmly lighted storefronts, and lovely weather. Oh, and I would like a suburban villa with lots and lots of trees around it.
And did I mention a red convertible?



Maybe someday I get to live my dream.

How would your dream place look like? Has anyone of you got to live the dreams you had at 16?

Sixteen

So last month I turned sixteen. Nothing much, really. In fact, I was rather sad coz one more teen year had gone by. I obviously don't know how it feels like to be twenty-something, but most of you would agree that teen years are the funnest years, right?
[Heck, there are important-er things than proper grammar, no? :D]

Anyways, you guess what-- Mom n Dad decided to gift me a new car.
Oh yes oh yes *bows graciously to your applause*
*glee*
Actually, here's a confession: I don't know how to drive a two-wheeler. AND I've never rode a bicycle since..um...like ..say..seven years. BUT I learnt to drive a car last year and of course, having no other choice, ahem, I take it along to coaching classes and stuff.

[Now if anyone of you reading this is a trafffic police officer, or the mother's aunt's son's cousin of the second cousin twice removed, or whatever, of a trafffic police officer, please don't come to get me about my drivers' license. Pleeaassse.]

So what I now need to decide is the color of the car, which is going to be delivered in about a week. Shortlisted colors are red and black. At times I have a vision in my mind's eye of myself driving a black car, and at other times a vision of myself driving a red one. These two images change and fluctuate so much that what I now see is myself driving a brown car.

Okay, that was plain silly, but what do u say? Red or Black?

Hiatus.

Hi all.


*trumpets and drumroll*

I repeat, it's lovely to be back to blogging. [and all the more lovelier coz of all that time u spent convincing/coaxing ur parents that u NEED renewing a net connection :P ]

Anyways, so here i am, after like 4 months...to offer my two cents on life.
[Not that anybody was like pining away bcoz of my posts..er...rather, lack thereof.]

Keep coming back to read.

:)

Renewing Connections

OH..what a great feeling it is to see my dear beloved blogosphere again....

My internet connnection's been down for long..unfortunately, it is still so..(and this darn spacebar at the cyber cafe's computer is darn wornoutandstuck..oops..therefore, forgivemeforanysuch 'long words' ..!)


I'm afraid the blogosphere has forgotten me.....:(
But the great news is that i'm soon off to The North-East of India..for a long holiday. Will come back and surely treat y'all to the pix of that pleasant, cool, salubrious land...

And I have to renew connections, both literally and figuratively..

Back Soon. Mmwah.

Yeh India hai...yahan aisa hee hotaa hai...

So very recently, a German immigrant student was raped in one of the hotels in my city, by one of her Indian friends, with whom she was travelling.

The next day and till a few days after, the local newspapers printed the photographs of a large crowd of people watching from outside the court and police station premises, where the victim had been taken to file her statement of accusation. Another point you could easily observe was that the people comprising the crowd were all men.

I mean, why such sudden interest in this case, Gentlemen? You don't crowd around the police station when a person who has been robbed on the highway goes to file the report....you don't do so when anybody goes to complain about a burglary, or a family fued....Hell, you don't even do so when the nondescript village woman reports a case of a rape....Then why the excessive concern about this particular case? What do you want to see? Why?

One might tell them that if they are that much interested in watching the proceedings, why don't they go and stand outside the consumer courts? Those are courts as well.

Another thing was, while the victim was apparently deliberately made to cover her face, the rapist, who's the son of a high-profile police officer, was not. He looked so ultra-confident from those newspaper clips...like as if he were the one demanding justice...

I don't know if such a thing happens in other parts of the world too, but it is certainly very common in our country. Where does the answer, the reason lie? Is it the sick mentality of most of the society...or is it all deliberate? I think the former is closer to the truth.

And often we console ourselves saying "Yeh India hai...yahan aisa hee hotaa hai..."

'Kay, hotaa hai...but it's high time our society needs to get outta this mindset.

But how do we get others to do that?

.
..

Exams from second....see y'all later.
Oh Twenty-seventh of March...where are you...? Don't you know I long for you...?

Wrote a Haiku

"Clutched the coffee cup
Until no more warmth was left
In its emptiness. "

The Eight-things tag

So...here was me peacefully browsing the net in search of some study material...and suddenly me finds a message from Arti di...telling me she's tagged me. Hmm….so okay, here is the post. According to the instructions, me has to write eight points about my "perfect lover"...(yeah I know that sounds vague, or as one of the persons tagged said 'creepy'...somebody tell that to the person who started the tag.)

The rules of the game are:

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

Okay, so here's my list (not in any order of priority) of the qualities of that Prince Charming (cliché phrase. I know!) . That he should be caring and loyal and friendly goes without saying. (oops, but I just said it!)

• He should be well mannered. Hmm, I would like him to open doors for me and all that, but please not to overdo it. I can conduct myself very well, thank you.
• I don't exactly like people (read 'guys') who swear all the time or use slang too much. So yeah, he should be sophisticated and suave. (Aside: I hope that's not too much to ask.)
• He should be intelligent. Intelligent in the sense of being worldly-wise. And he should be able to challenge me on an intellectual level (Nope, its not that difficult...)
• He should be more of an extrovert than me, but not so much as to eclipse my own personality, mind.
• He'd better not compare me to anybody else. Unflattering comparison, I mean. I never take this from anybody.
• Just feeling won't do, he should be able to express what he feels for me. And if he doesn't like something about me, I'd prefer he tells it to me, but should just do that in a way that I don't feel insulted.
• He should understand that people (read 'girls') can't be pacified with material things. I mean, it's not like you give her some expensive gift and she'll be fine. Gifts and things can't be a substitute for emotional support and for 'being there for you' (another cliché phrase, but never mind.).
  (Note: The above point does not mean he should not even give me little somethings on certain occasions) ;))
• He should not be secretive or of a highly complex, enigmatic nature. (If you've read 'Gone with the Wind' and remember the character of Rhett Butler, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't read, umm...go read it.)
  I would like him to be frank and sincere, even in flattery slash admiration. Like if he were to give me a compliment, he would be preferred saying, "You look beautiful" (or insert any other adjective) than saying "You look more beautiful (or insert comparative degree of that earlier adjective) than Angelina Jolie (or insert name of person on whom the adjective applies in superlative degree).
  Meaning to say I can almost always see through dishonesty.
  

So was that eight points? Yay, I finished it. Oh yes oh yes…now those whom I’m tagging:

Abhi (haha...you’re the first victim. :D)
Alex (when you gave me the address of your blog yesterday, you didn’t know you were in for this. *sly grin*)
Abhinav (maybe this won’t be too difficult for you)
Nessa
Aashita
Sunshine(nope, you’re not allowed to write in dark-poetic-style.)
Anna
Divya
If any or all of the above mentioned citizens of Blogsville find this stupid to do, blame it on the person who started the tag. Just don’t tell that person I told you to blame him/her.

All da best!

"My Love grows deeper everyday..."

It happened yesterday. No, sorry, I'm not going to tell you any corny story. Actually I was getting bored yesterday and decided to try out the dictionary feature of my cellphone operator service. For the word 'love', it gave this as one of the meanings:.

Love: (noun) a climbing species of Clematis (c. Vitalba)

Clematis, by the way, is actually a "temperate woody plant of the buttercup family, with showy flowers", my encyclopedia says...

:D
Haha..so now I think you can grow 'love' in your own garden....what say?

This is a forward I received today. It said the more people I send it to, the more happiness I would get...Personally, I don't really believe in this kinda stuff...but the message was interesting, so I decided to post it here. Just suppose, if sending it to 15 people or above could get me "lots of happiness", how happy I would be if I made it available to the whole world (figuratively speaking) !!!!!!(I guess I told you I didn't believe in thsese things really..., didn't I? )

Hmm..so here it is--

ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want.
FOUR. When you say, "I love you," mean it.
FIVE. When you say, "I'm sorry," look the person in the eye.
SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married.
SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dream. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.
TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, "Why do you want to know?"
FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
FIFTEEN. Say "bless you" when you hear someone sneeze.
SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and responsibility for all your actions.
EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
TWENTY-ONE. Spend some time alone.

Au revoir

Oh hi people,

*sigh*..Yeah, my pre-board examinations are from the sixteenth. No, I'm not studying. No, I'm not even insane. Uh-oh, this IS really getting on me.

So this is just to say that me will not be posting for sometime now, gotta study. And anyways, I don't still have any dedicated readers or even some "to be continued" kinda post going on...so perhaps this post is also pointless...but as a sincere citizen of blogsville, bataanaa mera farz bantaa hai...(it is my duty to tell)...*bows solemnly*

Uh..there I go ranting again...

Recent and recurring conversation between Me and My Conscience:

"My Conscience: Disconnect the internet! Now, I say!!

Me: But I didn't even begin to read this blog..and it's so interesting...

My Conscience: Something important is there from sixteenth.

Me: **shield eyes from the Pile of Books.**Uh.

My Conscience: (handing me a To Do list of schoolwork). Here.

Me: I gotta do this !!!!???

My Conscience: Yeah, right.

Me: Oh crap! "

Erm...did I just get into ranting and raving again? Accept sincerest apologies, m'lord and ladies.



Had a squabble with a friend and so I don't really feel great..but I hope things will shape themselves. So Friend (you know who you are), if you read this...just know that I'd like to forget all about that stupid li'l incident. Love you forever.

Au revoir! Hope to get back to y'all soon.

*immerses herself in a pile of books* Me: Ohhhh!

Nostalgia

Nostalgia in the beginning of the year...baat kuchh jamti nahin... par kya karein...the Class Tenth session just ended officially today. The New Year has begun..but you know, for us students the school year holds much importance. I still remember the times when as small kids we used to take resolutions not on the New Year but at the beginning of the new school session in July.....a bit late , but it's the thought that counts, doesn't it?

So we were talking about this session. It feels like right now only it had begun, and ended so soon..I mean, how could it? Many of the friends would go to some other places, and in any case we all would not be in the same classroom--no more seeing those faces, no more giggling through classes. No more the class X A famous for its 'unity' (as they call it)--we who even stopped the bus taking us for the outing to get down from it and into the other bus where the remaining friends were!....'Tenth A' will not be there, though we all shall remain.

I'm really turning nostalgic. And did you ever listen to this song called "Hello" by Evanescence? The music makes you so full of poignancy, or perhaps it is just the way I feel...
The song goes:

"Playground school bell rings again,
Rain clouds come to play again..."

(Thanks, Abhimanyu, if you are reading this, for making me listen to this beautiful song...)

Perhaps when sometime later I listen to it, I will remember our own good ole days . Still living in our memories. I'm already beginning to miss it all.

The session at a glance:
Made friends with some cool new people.
Liked teachers, disliked teachers, studied, aced, bunked and what not...
Orgainsed some fantastic programmes together.
Won and lost, cared and shared,
Got closer to some friends,
Read lots of novels during classes, after all, what is the drawer in the desk for? :D
Solved some jhamele s, and even created some...:D

To sum it up in two words---"We enjoyed!". Like never before. I'll definitely hate not having some of these people in my class the next session. I just don't like sudden changes, if they do not offer a satisfying prospect..I mean, for once it is difficult to adjust when suddenly the people you are accustomed to be around, almost half of the day since the last few years, are not around there any more..isn't it?

Time flies. Now I guess I'm beginning to realize that it seems to have 'flied' when you measure it by the happy moments and seems to have 'crawled' if you measure it by the sadder ones.....
I want these friendships to last all life, which they probably won't, and I wish we all will never forget each other, always keeping alive our spirit of these gone days.

Goodbye, dear old days of class tenth, but trust me, you will live as long as we all are here.

Today being the last day, I wanted it to be especially good, which it wasn't. Somebody behaved in a way that I didn't like and it spoiled my mood :(
But in the last period we went out and decided to take a group photo of the whole class....hmmm....don't we all look like the cheerful, spirited young people that we are?

Class Tenth of 2005-06, St. Anselms Sr. Sec. School, Alwar.

(We 49 students , and near the centre is our classteacher Mrs.Roy)

Read poem dedicated to this school year.

Ring in, 2006...