I'm feeling bad.
There, you already know that this is going to be another one of those moany-groany rants, so buzz off if you don't intend to sympathise.
Yeah, so I feel like most of my efforts go in vain.
Ever since I joined this school (they gave me admission, I wasn't good enough to get in otherwise) I have been attempting to prove the fact that I am not all that bad either. I thought I was doing a pretty decent job of it, and clearly I was wrong. Clearly I am still that "charity pupil" who got in only 'cause of their benevolence and I am utterly incapable of anything worthy of notice...
I thought that badge (though I admit, Poorna deserved it more), the work I have put in for everything that has happened in school so far, and my pretty much above average grades would put me in the "decent student" bracket. Somehow I just can't get outta the rut.
Sucks.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
if wishes were horses...
If wishes were horses, then all my horses would die.
They'd be starved. Tortured. And murdered. In cold blood.
Oh, and my dad had milk, rosogolla and beer. Simultaneously.
YUCK.
And someone (who supposedly reads my blog) has begun calling me Ninni-compoop. Do I care? No.
I find it amusing.
My phone is called "Sausage". I bet you didn't know that!
I lost my favourite bag hangy-thingy... His name is Squishy and he is a squishy(surprise surprise), black and white panda. If you see him, his mommy is yearning for him!!!
OH and our new Scientifica theme is Blue and White =D
looks elegant. People don't like elegance these days. They like bold stuff. Not my fault. We are doing our best. The rest can shit in the stinkiest loos on the planet. =p
They'd be starved. Tortured. And murdered. In cold blood.
Oh, and my dad had milk, rosogolla and beer. Simultaneously.
YUCK.
And someone (who supposedly reads my blog) has begun calling me Ninni-compoop. Do I care? No.
I find it amusing.
My phone is called "Sausage". I bet you didn't know that!
I lost my favourite bag hangy-thingy... His name is Squishy and he is a squishy(surprise surprise), black and white panda. If you see him, his mommy is yearning for him!!!
OH and our new Scientifica theme is Blue and White =D
looks elegant. People don't like elegance these days. They like bold stuff. Not my fault. We are doing our best. The rest can shit in the stinkiest loos on the planet. =p
Monday, October 12, 2009
Writing poetry is just not my thing.
So I'll just string
A bunch of lines
This way
And you'll think I'm awesome.
And if you don't think so
I implore you to.
My life.
I like these short sentences.
Yeah, so my life
And everyone else's, I bet,
Is a bed full of roses
Replete with thorns.
The ups smell good
The downs scratch.
There, inspiration over
All gone in a flash
I'll be back to complete
These incomplete sentences.
So I'll just string
A bunch of lines
This way
And you'll think I'm awesome.
And if you don't think so
I implore you to.
My life.
I like these short sentences.
Yeah, so my life
And everyone else's, I bet,
Is a bed full of roses
Replete with thorns.
The ups smell good
The downs scratch.
There, inspiration over
All gone in a flash
I'll be back to complete
These incomplete sentences.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
when things suddenly look bleak
I'll love today, no matter what.
Tomorrow might just be a darned sight worse.
I'll take joy in all the little moments,
The punch in the tummy, the sudden hug
That stupid wise crack
That cracked us all up.
It may seem to be the worst possible time
It may look like the darkest of nights
But I'll love today, no matter what.
I'll love it 'cause it just might be all I have left to love.
Tomorrow might just be a darned sight worse.
I'll take joy in all the little moments,
The punch in the tummy, the sudden hug
That stupid wise crack
That cracked us all up.
It may seem to be the worst possible time
It may look like the darkest of nights
But I'll love today, no matter what.
I'll love it 'cause it just might be all I have left to love.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
~
08-09-2009
Our first conversation with any TISBian regarding Vivum '09. Dipika and I compiled a list of doubts that we were to clear. By the time we concluded the conversation, we had exactly double the number of doubts in our heads. The chap we spoke to gave us all the details we asked for albeit with a stark warning. "I'm not sure" he said. Ah! Great!
09-09-09
Apart from being an awesome date, this marks conversation number two. Got another large number of queries "cleared". Only it turned out later that the person on the phone was rather good at story writing and was rather convincing in delivery. Everything he told us was wrong except Karan's and Rishit's email IDs. Even better!
In the number of times that we attempted to clear out all ambiguities, what irked us most was that no one who was unsure of something bothered to be clear about it. Everyone we spoke to gave us their version of the rules and left us more confused than ever.
We kept in close contact with the 'powers that be' (much to their disgust, I bet) and reiterated that we needed our final participation details before we closed for our holidays else we'd have a really tough time co-ordinating between all the prospective participants.
When we got what we assumed to be the final set up, we wrote out our lists and sent them in.
48 hours before Vivum, we received a "Final Quota List". A rude shock indeed! After we'd begged, pleaded, implored for finalised details, we had to view a document that called for massive changes in our lists. Then we noticed that the "Final Quota List" didn't even include the Lit and Lang department. So Dipika called up again. She spoke to a girl who treated her like a five year old. Dipika was told that "Gift of the Gab" was an individual event with 1 contestant per school. Fifteen minutes later she received a mail that said that "Gift of the Gab" was a team event with a team of 2-3 participants. Annoyed with these contradictions, the ambiguity regarding the number and composition of Vivathon teams and the fact that the Cycling event was cancelled without any prior intimation she asked me to call up and speak to the concerned authorities. I called. Again. And again... I was forced to hear the "Welcome to TISB..." twenty eight times (believe it or not) before someone deigned to pick up. He took down my number and said that someone would call me in five minutes. I received a call in 20 minutes from the same person Dipika spoke to. This was one of the most infuriating conversations I have ever had with anybody. To preserve even the last vestiges of courtesy took all that I had and beyond. I was "angry" (Really? With whom, I wonder!?), "confused" (Take a WILD guess why???) and we were the cause of all our problems. The fact that they had continuously mislead us till we lost our tempers was our fault. The fact that not one person really knew what was happening was our fault. They can conveniently forget to inform us that they cancelled an event, but the fact that someone called up to ask about it is again our fault. Oh, and she said that "Gift of the Gab" was definitely an individual event ("I should know, I'm an organiser!"). Darned disorganised organiser you are then! It ended up being a team event with our school not having a team due to one person insisting that she was right no matter what.
By the time it was Vivum Day One, I really couldn't care less about it. Whom am I kidding, I did want to do well, but seeing that I didn't, my public stance remains one of utter callousness regarding the event. The first thing I noticed while registering was that they were using our old lists. After making us write out new ones, they didn't even look at it. Great! In the inauguration, the person from Cisco spoke brilliantly. Boman Irani was amazing. And things were looking up.
Then we went out and saw the schedule. Mix Master on D1. Whatever was looking up fell right back down with a plunk! We went and sorted it all out with the Computer department. We began with Web Master. Surprise SURPRISE! Another change of rules. "I'm sorry! You can't use Dreamweaver! You must use FrontPage..." WHAT? We've never used FrontPage in our lives. You ask us to learn Dreamweaver and then conveniently give us some other software. Like THANKS! Top it all off, your rules state that a school has a maximum of 1 team with 2 participants. But since NPS C has come in from afar, they have 2 teams with 3 each! Fair much?
I got Boman Irani's autograph though! And ze Principal and he liked our design (which we did on photoshop)... =D
Then Karan Lala turns up and informs me that "Concrete Jungle" is an individual event. And they discuss how he "got a poem" from me and "Rishit didn't". SERIOUSLY? How did all of them know in the first place? Ever heard of an email signature, folk?
Electro da Vinci next. It was supposed to be a picture converted to something regarding "Global Warming" which is why I went for it. But NO! WHY would they stick to their own rules? They gave us a picture of a painting of a creature that looked largely like a cross between a bear, rat and monkey (It was meant to be a chipmunk, Dhwani told me later...) and expected us to make it look better. Ah, such a clear emphasis on Global Warming.
Next day was the worst of the lot. "Concrete Jungle" was fun. Yes, CEO refused to let us ask questions as he wanted to raise them in the next round, but it was fun. My first commerce event and I did okay enough I guess. Shreya was, as always, awesome! =D
Then the Computer sweethearts deigned to inform us that Mix Master and Web Master were to occur simultaneously. Who cares about a certain mail in my inbox that clearly stated that one could participate in all Comp. events without a clash? Now it is ALL our fault that we are doing both! He even had it in him to yell, like he had the right to. Thanks to that shoddy, egoistic bit of shit I had to do the entire website by myself while I worked on FrontPage for the first time in my life. An enjoyable experience indeed. Then they had the gall to say that we ought to have chosen one. WHY can't they admit their faults?
Day Three. Well whatever. We played around on those manicured lawns. And that really is the highlight of the day for most of us. And the phosphorescent dancers.
I really wanted to have an amazing experience here, it's our last school fest...If I had not helped with getting rules cleared and stuff, I might have enjoyed myself. But as it stands, I learnt a valuable lesson in diplomacy. How to smile at a person when you want to punch him/her in the face; how to be polite when all you want to do is swear. I learnt it all here. AND I spoke to Boman Irani! That's good enough!!!
Am I being too cynical? Perhaps I am. Then again, I was always a sore loser. If you think I am wrong in what I said, blame it on this fallacy of mine.
Our first conversation with any TISBian regarding Vivum '09. Dipika and I compiled a list of doubts that we were to clear. By the time we concluded the conversation, we had exactly double the number of doubts in our heads. The chap we spoke to gave us all the details we asked for albeit with a stark warning. "I'm not sure" he said. Ah! Great!
09-09-09
Apart from being an awesome date, this marks conversation number two. Got another large number of queries "cleared". Only it turned out later that the person on the phone was rather good at story writing and was rather convincing in delivery. Everything he told us was wrong except Karan's and Rishit's email IDs. Even better!
In the number of times that we attempted to clear out all ambiguities, what irked us most was that no one who was unsure of something bothered to be clear about it. Everyone we spoke to gave us their version of the rules and left us more confused than ever.
We kept in close contact with the 'powers that be' (much to their disgust, I bet) and reiterated that we needed our final participation details before we closed for our holidays else we'd have a really tough time co-ordinating between all the prospective participants.
When we got what we assumed to be the final set up, we wrote out our lists and sent them in.
48 hours before Vivum, we received a "Final Quota List". A rude shock indeed! After we'd begged, pleaded, implored for finalised details, we had to view a document that called for massive changes in our lists. Then we noticed that the "Final Quota List" didn't even include the Lit and Lang department. So Dipika called up again. She spoke to a girl who treated her like a five year old. Dipika was told that "Gift of the Gab" was an individual event with 1 contestant per school. Fifteen minutes later she received a mail that said that "Gift of the Gab" was a team event with a team of 2-3 participants. Annoyed with these contradictions, the ambiguity regarding the number and composition of Vivathon teams and the fact that the Cycling event was cancelled without any prior intimation she asked me to call up and speak to the concerned authorities. I called. Again. And again... I was forced to hear the "Welcome to TISB..." twenty eight times (believe it or not) before someone deigned to pick up. He took down my number and said that someone would call me in five minutes. I received a call in 20 minutes from the same person Dipika spoke to. This was one of the most infuriating conversations I have ever had with anybody. To preserve even the last vestiges of courtesy took all that I had and beyond. I was "angry" (Really? With whom, I wonder!?), "confused" (Take a WILD guess why???) and we were the cause of all our problems. The fact that they had continuously mislead us till we lost our tempers was our fault. The fact that not one person really knew what was happening was our fault. They can conveniently forget to inform us that they cancelled an event, but the fact that someone called up to ask about it is again our fault. Oh, and she said that "Gift of the Gab" was definitely an individual event ("I should know, I'm an organiser!"). Darned disorganised organiser you are then! It ended up being a team event with our school not having a team due to one person insisting that she was right no matter what.
By the time it was Vivum Day One, I really couldn't care less about it. Whom am I kidding, I did want to do well, but seeing that I didn't, my public stance remains one of utter callousness regarding the event. The first thing I noticed while registering was that they were using our old lists. After making us write out new ones, they didn't even look at it. Great! In the inauguration, the person from Cisco spoke brilliantly. Boman Irani was amazing. And things were looking up.
Then we went out and saw the schedule. Mix Master on D1. Whatever was looking up fell right back down with a plunk! We went and sorted it all out with the Computer department. We began with Web Master. Surprise SURPRISE! Another change of rules. "I'm sorry! You can't use Dreamweaver! You must use FrontPage..." WHAT? We've never used FrontPage in our lives. You ask us to learn Dreamweaver and then conveniently give us some other software. Like THANKS! Top it all off, your rules state that a school has a maximum of 1 team with 2 participants. But since NPS C has come in from afar, they have 2 teams with 3 each! Fair much?
I got Boman Irani's autograph though! And ze Principal and he liked our design (which we did on photoshop)... =D
Then Karan Lala turns up and informs me that "Concrete Jungle" is an individual event. And they discuss how he "got a poem" from me and "Rishit didn't". SERIOUSLY? How did all of them know in the first place? Ever heard of an email signature, folk?
Electro da Vinci next. It was supposed to be a picture converted to something regarding "Global Warming" which is why I went for it. But NO! WHY would they stick to their own rules? They gave us a picture of a painting of a creature that looked largely like a cross between a bear, rat and monkey (It was meant to be a chipmunk, Dhwani told me later...) and expected us to make it look better. Ah, such a clear emphasis on Global Warming.
Next day was the worst of the lot. "Concrete Jungle" was fun. Yes, CEO refused to let us ask questions as he wanted to raise them in the next round, but it was fun. My first commerce event and I did okay enough I guess. Shreya was, as always, awesome! =D
Then the Computer sweethearts deigned to inform us that Mix Master and Web Master were to occur simultaneously. Who cares about a certain mail in my inbox that clearly stated that one could participate in all Comp. events without a clash? Now it is ALL our fault that we are doing both! He even had it in him to yell, like he had the right to. Thanks to that shoddy, egoistic bit of shit I had to do the entire website by myself while I worked on FrontPage for the first time in my life. An enjoyable experience indeed. Then they had the gall to say that we ought to have chosen one. WHY can't they admit their faults?
Day Three. Well whatever. We played around on those manicured lawns. And that really is the highlight of the day for most of us. And the phosphorescent dancers.
I really wanted to have an amazing experience here, it's our last school fest...If I had not helped with getting rules cleared and stuff, I might have enjoyed myself. But as it stands, I learnt a valuable lesson in diplomacy. How to smile at a person when you want to punch him/her in the face; how to be polite when all you want to do is swear. I learnt it all here. AND I spoke to Boman Irani! That's good enough!!!
Am I being too cynical? Perhaps I am. Then again, I was always a sore loser. If you think I am wrong in what I said, blame it on this fallacy of mine.
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