talking of fiascos.....

here is the best you will get to hear in a long LONG time....

goes back in time to History/Civics paper on the 12th of March 2008.
fast forward to section B of part II.
Question 6
a) 3
b) 3
c) 4
Question 7
a) 3
b) 3
c) 4

i am expected to do both questions.
i start...
then comes the fiasco
i write Q6 'a', 'b' and SKIP 6'c'. skip 7'a' and 'b' too. i write Q7 'c' under question 6'c'........and continue...NOT knowing that i left ten marks and have done 4 marks under the wrong question.

14 marks

IN A BOARD EXAM

DAMNIT.

why? oh WHY am i such a blunderbuss??

*stoopid me*

*if any of you meet me HIT me*

gotit?

they aren't that bad....?

well

they have begun

and continued too

i'm halfway through now

honestly......its JUST ANOTHER EXAM.........and like all exams its just as detestable.

the hall is draughty...the fans make whirring noises.....the seats are HARD and tiny.....and fixed so you can't pull the desk towards you...you have to lean in front.
the writing sheets are VERY irritating, and they don't fold up properly....the question papers are intent on flying across the room and hitting the invigilator in the face....

but it isn't that bad, really!

the papers are the toughest in some years, but they are still a degree better than all school papers......
i seem to be finishing my papers for a welcome change
but i hardly know what i am writing in them

writing the boards gives this sense of finality

its over.
no second chances
no saying i'll do better next time...

thats scary

what if i've messed up everything unknowingly?
what if no school gives me admission into their sacred premises?
what if i just make a fool of myself by expecting halfway between decent marks, and end up getting some low grade crap.???

it is VERY scary...

but it's even worse thinking of all this
so i'll stop....
and get back to 'Major Industries(mineral based)' ....just a couple of days more and i'm DONE with that book atleast!!

hurrah!

talk about positive thinking... :)

THE boards.....

the all consuming bits of rubbish.

WHY do i need to know the manner of preparation of propionic acid?

I am SICK and tired of mugging up the clauses of Biodiversity Act, 2002.

Do I really need to analyse whether Ramgupt ( some freaky Gupta king...) did really exist or was he just made up for the torture we face while reading the book "चन्द्रगुप्त विक्रमादित्य " written in excruiciatingly difficult Hindi by प्राकाश नगयाच???

Why can't Environmental Education be a practical subject? Is it really useful to study how we can help prevent air pollution without practising any of it?? Does that honestly serve any purpose?

Must I learn off by heart the salaries and allowances of the Supreme Court judges?

And I wonder why I am here blogging seven days before my boards.......
I really ought to get a little more serious.....
It just doesn't seem to be happening...

well...
i better vanish now!

*disappears with a twirl of her lacy skirts*

bleh!

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.