HOW considerate!!

I shall not pretend to know much about the Pakistani political situation. Neither will I pretend to be Late( I still cannot believe this) Mrs Benazir Bhutto's close aquaintance.
I will however be honest, and if that hurts you, I apologise profusely for hurting you.
Terrorism.
Somehow that word does not arouse any terror in me.
Only deep seated hatred for the act.........Hatred beyond words for the heinous act of cowardice.
Disgust for those who believe in it.
And shame, for only humans indulge in it.
I believe that terrorists are the greatest cowards ever born. They are confused, blundering no-gooders who have absolutely no idea as to what they could do to help the world( and the world needs all the help it can get) so they kill. They are SO rigid with their thoughts that they cannot see ANYTHING else.
Atleast in an age gone by, people used to own up to their acts. We know who killed Julius Caesar, Mahatma Gandhi. Now it's worse..............not only does the terrorist kill the target person, but 25 others for the heck of it and himself. No blame games required.
I find this absolutely, ironically clever. It's a wonder that people with such remarkable brains don't get themselves some respectable jobs as sweepers or something and settle down in life.
A suicide bomber is desperate. To kill himself????
Oh puh-lease!!
He is (lets assume) working for someone.
If that someone is SO sure about his act, and knows it is the right thing to do, then WHY doesn't he do it himself? If it is the call of the hour then WHY not tell the world?? I mean, when people think they are doing the right things, they usually are proud of it, aren't they??
We do not even have the right to take our OWN life......WHO gave them the right to take others' lives??
DAMNATIONS to those freaks who wanted to kill Bhutto.....and succeeded. DAMN those who killed 25 others in the meantime...............WHO the hell cares if they too were someone's children, husbands, wives............. WHO cares if thier death shattered an entire family, an entire nation.
NOBODY does!
And to add to the irony of it all..........she died where her father had been unjustly hung by the militants.......................she died just before she was due to win the damn elections by an overwhelming majority........AND that darned TYRANT who was seeking after her blood all these years(yes im talkin bout Musharraf.........c'mon militants............find me.........just one more person dead!.....................) is appealing for PEACE..........all the while sitting in an air conditioned room while Nawab Sharif and the like are on the streets crying and sympathizing with the common man.
Such a LOVELY situation. It makes me weep! :(
To HELL with terrorists! Or if possible someplace worse.

The BEST Christmas EVER!!!

OOoooOOoooooooooOOoOOH!

I bet after you read the title, you thought that I had an AMAZING day............hard luck, but you were wrong.

Lets tell you Why.......



I wake up at 5 am in the morning on what is supposedly a National Holiday, and even better.........i wake up at 5 to practise Mathematics. (For all those who don't know me, that's one of my favourite subjects but also the one I'm worst at.)


So after an hour and half of Math the inevitable occurs and I fall asleep over my books........and wake up at eight to a right old lecture from my momma............What an auspicious beginning this was to the very "eventful" day!!


By the time the sun had risen to the extent that it was visible through all the smog( yes I know I'm exaggerating) I was not only very sleepy but also very angry with my mother for starting off my day with a shouting.
Bleh!


Yeah, the anger subsides when I realise that I'm even worse at Math when I'm angry..........and I solve sample math question papers till it's noon.


Then I try one of my most successful tactics......I BEG to be taken out of the house I had been stuck in for 3 whole days.............and it does not seem to work, until my mother suddenly gets the BRILLIANT idea of going over to an old friend and colleague's place!! WOW!! now that was JUST what i wanted!!!

*eye roll*


Well, I give up on math(c'mon I'd solved papers to the extent that if i did ONE more sum i would definitely puke!!)..............and take a break by studying some Current Electricity!! Whoa! What a welcome relief that was!!!

*phbbbbt*


It's 5 in the evening now, and it's time for desperate measures! Well, what CAN I do apart from making a few deals?? So I agree to go over to the colleague's place(it's not that I didn't want to go there, that is sort of fun..........but I needed something MORE =) ) IF and only if they agree to take me to William Penn after that!

*i'm stationery crazy*


YES!! I'm finally out of the house, and LOVING IT!!


and then to my misery i see one of those little ragamuffins doing the gymnastic stuff on the road.........and to think i was complaining about studying in my cosy room while these tiny kids roamed around on the streets in the cold weather with hardly anything on, performing for a couple of coins...........Shame on me!!

*hits herself over the head with a math book*


I had a lovely time at the friend's place(listening to old work stories and boss bitching.............they have their own bit of charm you know!!)..............and then we went to William Penn(That's a stationery store for those who are ignorant about this matter) And I got myself a nice book on how to make Designer candles.............like that's what I should be doing just before my exams, but still :P ............and a couple of pens!!


Yay! I got to go out for a couple of hours on Christmas before having to get back to Acids, Bases and Salts................






Thank God for small mercies..............

Home is where the ♥heart♥ is.................

I joined school on Childrens' Day. An unusual day by any means for a child to join school




I cried while joining school. I did not want to leave my old life behind.




I called my teachers Ma'am. I found the custom of calling teachers "Aunty" absolutely befuddling and hilarious at the same time.




I turned my snobby nose up at the name of the school, the small ground, the single building, the very few classmates I had............I was stupid at age 7. And at age 15, I still am.







But not everything is the same.





If I am crying now, it is because I cannot bear to leave that place I have called home for 9 long years. Did I say long years..............they seemed to have flown by on silver wings........




WHY? Why do we unconditionally love things, people, places that we Have to leave?




Now, I cannot help but call teachers Aunty. I cannot help but love the homely atmosphere. I cannot get used to any huge school with rambling grounds and a whole bunch of buildings. I cannot survive without my school………….I WISH!! The problem is that I will survive, and I will have to survive with that void inside me that was my school. That IS my school.



I have learnt what life is, in these two buildings. I have been molly-coddled and kept safe from the bitter world outside…………I have been chided and made to feel the effects of my wrong-doings.

I have made my best buddies here, learnt to defend myself and others……….had cat fights, acted childish……….acted mature and empathetic, realised my need for friends…………realised their worth…..

Sishu Griha is the place where I discovered myself, or more like others discovered me by patiently rubbing until through all the grime a little bit of shine was visible. It is the place where I put forth my all, and accepted both my shortcomings and talents.

It is that place where I had fun as well as shed many a bitter tear.

Sishu Griha is the place where I loved and was loved, fought and was hated, where I apologized and was forgiven, where I realised the meaning of true repentance and understood the nobility of the ability to forgive.

Sishu Griha is that place where I found adults in whom I could confide, I found peers whose advice I could take.




Sishu Griha is my home.


The place I have lived in and loved for nine whole years………..yes it’s called a “child’s home”…..how apt that name is!




I wish that I was still a fledgling being fed by its mother instead of a full grown bird that must open out her wings and fly out. I wish I could hold on to these ties like a child holds on to his mother’s dress. Wish I could have just one month more…..one week more…….even a day of the same joyfulness without the agonizing pangs of parting…..But No! I guess it is a paradox of life……..we must lose what we treasure most………and to me, this place is dearer than my official residence……






Maybe I should consider going through life as a cold, heartless brute………..at least my heart wouldn’t break…..








They say “home is where the heart is”…………….then shouldn’t I stay on in school??

why? Oh! WHY?????????

Have I studied all these years ONLY to face the 2007-2008 Indian Certificate for Secondary Education exams? Do I really need that darned certificate to get my life on track??

However much I may wish to give a negative response to both those questions, I cannot honestly do so. For millions of the typical-students-who-are-not-genii, like me, this is the ONLY way to move ahead in life, the only way to secure a position in a prestigious college, and hence the only way to a good career.

WHY????? Why is it so? Do we have to face that nerve-wracking one year of torture to make our way out into the world? And what do you get after having crossed that obstacle? One year later ANOTHER nerve-wracking year of torture? So is mentally and emotionally draining each student the call of the hour? Maybe it would make some amount of sense if I felt that I was gaining something out of it, but I do NOT get that sense of satisfaction either. So doesn't that make my 10+2 years of education rather pointless??

Right from grade eight, we have continuously been hearing, "Study for the Boards, you need to do well in them!!". Why should I do well in them? If I get a 60% in the boards am I going to turn stupid overnight? I think I know my intelligence level better than some faceless examiner in some unknown place who has neither seen, nor worked with me ever! Is it right to judge a person's two years of work in approximately 2 hours and then deliver verdict on his(or her for that matter) capabilities?

Could anybody associated with the ICSE Board explain to me what happens if an extremely intelligent person falls ill during her boards? Does her immunity to diseases define her intelligence?? Since in this instance that certainly does seem to be the case!

Once you get over the fact that a Damocles sword IS going to hang over you by that single horse hair, you need to figure out what you should do to do well in those all important exams! I have, without much difficulty, understood the method! Learn you textbooks off by-heart!! Nobody, trust me, NOBODY cares whether what you have mugged up and vomited onto your answer paper has been understood by you. Its the answers that matter after all.............................How absolutely application based and student friendly!!

I have, therefore, reached a conclusion( not that it gives my much solace, but anyway)...........I must study, so I will. But our education system( how much ever one may praise it) to me is rather useless.

ahhhhhhhhhh........the actual thing

Sishu-grihaites.........you had better know what this is about.

for the rest of humanity, here is the entire story in brief.

2007-2008. A milestone in Sishu Griha's Founder's Day celebrations. We finally did a play, not the usual dance sequences. A musical infact. Makes it even more unique in our history. Singing and acting together......was an entirely different experience.

So obviously we had to practise. And that meant a lot of time spent together. It has been said that familiarity breeds contempt. We are living exception to that rule. The musical brought together so many people....and none of us would want to forget any of these memories.

This is a photostory that shows all of us(students, teachers, Director, and a whole lot of other people) working, playing, laughing.......enjoying in short.

And for all those who wondered why the video ended with Sir showing us his lovely hair☺☺.......its for no reason at all. If you had not realised this yet, I'm an absolutely illogical person.

And all you people who want this video(i know for a fact that the 10th standards do).......come and ask me!!!!!

Glimpses of unbelievable times....................

They say a picture speaks a thousand words!! WHEW!! I just wrote out a ten-thousand word story then.☺


Watch this space for a much longer photo-story of the Jungle-book days!!!!

when the ciggies come out.......

I am sorry but I am here to preach. I am leaving it up to you whether you want to read further or not.

Smoking…………………………………Rubbish.

Let’s see…..if I asked you why you smoke. Admit it or not…………..you’d have no concrete reason to give me. I’ll tell you what. You are addicted to it. If by any chance you do not think of yourself as an addict please stop reading, unless of course you want to!! You know that all that I say in this context is right anyway, but I am just trying to make a point. It is rather weird to be asking a bunch of people whom I don’t know to quit smoking, but maybe at least one out of the millions of you hapless(in this context that is) beings will stop ruining your own life.

LUNG CANCER, bronchitis, laryngitis, brain hemorrhage, HEART ATTACKS, osteoporosis…………………..You need more??

And WHY do you smoke?? To quicken your nervous system for approximately seven minutes????????? Ha ha ha. Must say…………….that is hilarious!!!

Okay, if you do not exactly care about yourself……………you must ( note the insistence) care about others!! You are putting the people around you while you are smoking at a 30% higher chance of contacting cancer and heart disease. That is plain mean.

And even if you do smoke in isolation (that is pretty considerate…………….for others, not yourself) I DO NOT think I’d relish the idea of waking up one fine morning, going for my annual health check-up and then being told that I probably have lung cancer.

So that brings me to a point. STOP SMOKING!!! And even if you cannot possibly do that……..at least cut down on it. Please!!

And if you are going to comment saying that you donot smoke, please spare yourself the trouble....this blog was not meant for you.

Ashley Sir, Suzy - this was specifically meant for the two of you. Suzy you bugger you had better stop smoking PRONTO!!!
I don't care if that is the only solace you find out in berlin.
GOT IT????
And sir, I don't want you hurting yourself.

MY DEED COUNTS!!!

Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land
Little deeds of kindness, little words of love,
Make our earth an Eden like the heaven above.

Like I said before… little drops of water make the mighty ocean……each little brick might make a large edifice! Even the ancient kings believed in this universal truth when they built huge monuments…………..so why don’t we?!!?
Just yesterday…..standing at the gate to an auditorium I saw a lot of kids dropping paper on the ground………..now I didn't like that so I picked up all those that were in my vicinity thereby making that little area cleaner……………..never did I expect that the other younger children looking at me doing this would actually pick up some themselves!!! This was a living example of what a little deed can do!!
Have you noticed that every time you do something good you feel good and at peace with yourself ……..at a spiritual level…I feel that all good deeds help to eliminate all the emotional garbage that we carry in our heart … ………………and when you don’t……..your conscience pricks at you!!.......you see the deeds that you do not only affect others but also you…..as a person with a conscience.
I was looking through a few websites while writing this when I stumbled upon a quaint and touching site about what some people have done to help after the 9/11 attacks………….it made it very evident that each small deed DOES count! People have talked bout how they made cards to give the fire fighters and policemen…….someone even mentioned that they didn't eat meat for a few days after that in a spiritual act towards world peace!
We have been talking about India becoming a developed nation soon……….and that if her population was educated…she would become a super power in no time……..we speak of the need for good teachers who are dedicated and want to educate the masses………..but when we are asked…..what is your career option………..honestly……………there is hardly anyone who actually stands up n says…..I am going to be a teacher!! We must always remember…….. The smallest good deed is better than the grandest intention!!
Each man leaves behind his carbon footprints when he passes away…………he either hurts or helps the environment permanently during his lifetime……and it tells even after he is dead………hence people, watch your actions and ensure that you don’t hurt the world in anyway lest the next generation discuss you in a manner you do not like!!!
If none of my arguments convinced you(though I hope they all did…)……there’s only one thing that I have left to say……….Men pass away, but their deeds abide. Hopefully our deeds will have something good to say about us………….

Drug Abuse........a Thing of NO use.......

People think drugs are an easy way out of bad problems………....a simple way of making their life seem worthwhile……even for a little while……………..THEY ARE NOT!!!!!!!!

I'm not here to list out all the ill effects of drugs………………….trust me, I'll be typing continuously till dooms day then..However I shall say drugs kill, maim and destroy those who fall prey to them. Substance abuse is one of the easiest ways of going bankrupt! Or even worse…………..its suicide!

It is not only the person himself who suffers as a result of drug addiction, the society does too, in equal measure. We lose out on working hours, run a greater chance of having a road accident, the family of the abuser is ripped apart…………….if any of you disagree with me on the fact that drug abuse should be stopped and feel that it is the drug addict’s business not our's or the society’s answer these questions………..Does'nt the loss of a young life present itself as a very real loss to the country???? If that wasn’t enough of a cost to pay……….What cost does the destruction of a family represent to u?

Due to intravenous injections of drugs the risk of a pandemic of HIV/AIDS has increased manifold! It is upto us to stop this……..it is a big plus point that in most countries drug abuse is being taken very seriously, but if you do know sumone who abuses substances……or you notice any of your friends or acquaintances acting different……..peculiar…….discuss it with them……..a drug abuser is just a very confused person……..he must be taken care of and rehabilitated.

And if any of you do think of even trying 2 consume a drug (and I don’t mean the medicine doses)……….no! I think that was a wrong way of going about it……….DONT EVEN THINK OF IT!!!!

moolah................

“Your greatest asset is your earning ability.” Then why would one want to be given their wealth when they can earn it themselves?
One might be born rich, but will he remain rich throughout his life? What one’s parent has done for one, does not count as one’s own work, hence he receives no credit for his riches. “Spending is quick, earning is slow” hence one can easily spend all the money one has inherited, however on the depletion of this quickly used up source, one (unless they can earn) is left to beg. If the wealth left to a person is not all that vast and the person is not thrifty, he can easily become bankrupt in no time. Hence we come back to the same point, one must earn for himself.
To earn is to sustain oneself. To earn one’s living is the most satisfactory thing one can do in one’s life. Also to be able to earn implies that one has some capabilities that one can always fall back on, your richness is not the fruit of someone else’s labour.
“Oaks that flourish for a thousand years do not spring up into beauty like a reed.” Winning a lottery or suddenly finding an Aladdin’s lamp will not sustain one throughout their life. This sort of richness is born of pure luck and is just a temporary phase in one’s life. There is absolutely no guarantee that richness will be thrust upon you hence spending your lifetime waiting for a shower of gold is surely not a sensible idea. It is ideally preferred if one possesses some skill and is hence able to work one’s way towards richness, this makes one rich in experience and knowledge also even if it may take a longer time.
Poverty is supposedly the easiest way to stay content; however it has its drawbacks too. Not being able to support one’s family is not a position any one would want to be in. Thus it is always better to earn more than one spends hence make oneself rich slowly.
To be born rich, to have richness thrust upon you or to never become rich are all easy ways out of a problem. At the end of the day, it is what work that you have done that counts, not what somebody else did. Therefore one must work their way towards richness; the path may be long, and grueling but as always the fruits of labour are sweet as is the satisfaction and joy one gets from self-dependence in financial matters.

Sorry if i sounded too very didactic....................but its my view.............and hey! It's my blog too!!!☺☺