The other day my exams of 1st yr Msc were to begin and guess what the stress of exams took the form of a poem……….. Folks I really don’t believe studying is that difficult still the emotions that day were uncontrollable!!!
And yep, C.N.S = CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM. (I have used the word C.N.S in between)
Studies are very difficult Anatomy makes me gloomy It’s like digestion without tummy Physiology is like a terrible sound That made my oval window round And biochemistry is scientist’s fault Like food cooked without salt C.N.S has rattled my brain It stimulates my sensation of pain Abdomen could not be digested All this waste needs to be excreted Vitamins may be like a holy saint But, its deficiency is making me faint Thorax increased my heart rate Ion channels in me have closed their gate Special senses may be human’s gain But it only made my lacrimal glands rain Proteins increased my gastric motility Carbohydrates now taste very salty Classrooms seem like battle grounds And studies like big, barking hounds So, ultimately I decided, to fight And overpower all the enemies at sight!!!
But but……..all stories wrapped up….. Studies are important and we need to understand that!!!! So folks study hard ;)
The other day I was excited to find an old file……. Which i thought that I had lost……but thanks to my superhero (my husband) I got it. My happiness knew no bounds and was converted in the form chicken pakoda, no points for guessing that it was a prize for my better half, nevertheless he deserved it.
The file had my old certificates report cards….and more than that it had those letters which my dearie rimu (my sister) wrote whenever I was low…….some old photographs of us together, cards she gave me on my birthdays…….hm….I felt as if I got the national treasure. The next moment I was simultaneously smiling and crying. It’s a famous proverb “BECAUSE GOD CANT REACH EVERYWHERE HE MADE MOTHERS”; but for me, god became extra kind and gave me a sister like her. I was in class three and she was in class one…….. friends used to bully me a lot…..and there she would be like my god mother, would come from nowhere…… push me aside and pinch those bullies, make faces at them, and would end up getting scolding from teachers. Still there won’t be a shade of sadness on her face and would hold my hand and say; “didi next time they tell you anything just tell me.” Sometimes I wonder am I really older to her? I saw people questioning her abilities but she would be least bothered………her favorite dialogue is “tension lene ka nahin deneka”
Her optimism towards life and her practical approach is like a drug for me……every time im in a fix I think what would have she done if she was in my place……many people call her Preity Zinta probably coz of her dimple……but for me her character is exactly like the one of Kareena in Jab We Met……always in the constant go of spreading happiness. I have never seen her yelling at anyone. Enemies, this word is just not in her dictionary. Her letters to me would be mixture of some songs which would ultimately make me laugh. I bet just sit near her for two minutes and you would be charmed. No, it’s not because she is beautiful but because of the way she is. If people have some talent they boast about it, but she quietly does her work and always remains grounded. Make her stay near some devil, I bet it will also become a saint. Yes! She is younger to me but she is my inspiration. I feel she is my good luck charm……..and now that Im married I really miss our long drives, eating gupchup like mad ( even if we had a one rupee then also we used to go and …one she ate and the other one I ate), pastries of Dinshaw’s (was our favorite), wearing same colored dresses…….and our long gossips…….hm
RIMU, I really miss being with you…. For you are not only my sister but just everything for me and everyday I don’t forget to thank god cause I must have been special, for he gave me one of his best creations….and its u. TOUCHWOOD!!!!!!
“Aunty, chips are bad for health, and it also causes obesity”; “what????” I exclaimed! In front was sitting a girl who must have been in her nursery. I turned pink in shame when my better half didn’t forget to giggle. That’s because, to bring happiness on my face full of anxiety, on seeing the chips stall he had forgotten his duty as a doctor. And with much reluctance he had purchased those so called junk food. Forget it…..here I was forced to wrap the packet and keep it inside the bag, as her little eyes pierced through me. She wasn’t to stop there. She went again….”and aunty, that cold drinks in your bag isn’t good even, it’s actually ACID” I was thinking now what was that baby. And my dear husband didn’t forget to poke at me. With lot of difficulty I smiled at the kid and asked her,” what is your name?” she replied, “I am sitara”. I asked her parents in which class she studied. I had guessed correct she was in nursery. They said,” please don’t mind we have told her all this to keep her away from junk food.” I told them not to worry and that it was perfectly fine with me.
The next moment, the enemy of my favorite diet chips and cold drinks was sitting on my lap and gossiping with me. I asked her what her favorite color was. She had replied, “Pink”. “Oh! That’s a beautiful color sitara”, I exclaimed. “And, what do like to eat sweetheart?” “Mmmmmm… I like apple…you know an apple a day keeps doctor away.” She said she loved to sing dance and draw. She asked me if I could tell some story. I didn’t hesitate because by that time I had known that this train journey would be a memorable one. I told the same age old story of Cinderella and how her patience won. She said, “Aunty know what, I have heard this story so many times but this time I learnt a new moral.” I asked her “and what is it?” she said, “Patience, can get you anything you want.” Oh! I was really happy that I could impress the generation next. This time it was my turn I requested her to tell me one. She told, “There was a small boy. He used to think a lot. All said he would do nothing in his life. And that he was a big fool. Slowly time passed and he grew up. One day he was sleeping under an apple tree. Suddenly an apple fell down and he again thought and thought….and discovered the laws of gravitation. And made us understand that gravity makes everything come down. And that boy was no one else but the famous scientist Newton. I looked at her awestruck. I just couldn’t believe a kid studying in nursery knew who Newton was and what gravity is. Before I could come out of the shock, my husband asked her to sing one of her favorite songs. She requested us to stand and to add to my shock she sang Jana Gana Mana….without any mistake.
Her proud mom smiled and said that it was the first prayer they had taught her. That small kid and her parents left such an impression on me that I fail to describe in words. That impact wads too strong one to be deleted from my mind. And every train journey following that one made me remember them. Kudos to the parents who although were working hard in their offices still could instill such confidence and patriotic fervor in their kids.
Dear sitara, now every time I see the chips packet, I turn around and yep! Thanks to you cause now I know the reason for obesity.
Today I feel liberated I feel like flying high Higher than mountains and sky Yes! I am not afraid to die Today I don’t feel underestimated I feel like proving beyond doubt There’s nothing that I can’t do And can’t give opinion about Today I feel highly elated I feel like telling everyone The world knows my importance And knows, I am not less than anyone Today I don’t feel manipulated I feel the power in my soul Yes! I can reach the finish line No matter how many stones you roll Yes! Today I feel rejuvinated I feel the warmth in sun’s ray It makes me feel just so special And I happily celebrate WOMEN’S DAY
Dear friends......Valentines Day is there again. As always this time even shiv sainiks might get many of u married If you are found hanging around with your loved ones.....lots of havoc and still love will be in the air.....especially in the minds of teenagers who may not be knowing the reason why the day is celebrated but never forget to buy cards and roses and gifts to flaunt their love!!
no this isn't going to be a long speech on valentines day but just a short story that might remind u your that funny teenage valentines day...... happy reading!
Since the day i stepped into my teens uttering of the word 'valentines day' gave me goose flesh. And, when the day arrived all of my friends ,me included never forgot to buy a red rose and flaunt it before others. Every Valentines Day gave me an opportunity to dream of a dashing man driving an enticer, kneeling in front of me......blah! Blah! Blah! Yes, the story is the same but please notice its enticer not a horse. And, the hopeless romantic that I am, I never missed an opportunity to dream of my so called dream man on my favorite bike.
I had stepped into my 15th year and it was the 3rd Valentines Day since my entry into this lovey dovey world. That day when I went to the bus stand, a boy drove past me on an enticer with a bunch of roses in his hands. Gosh! i just couldn't stop gazing at him. Suddenly he stopped his bike near a humble pan shop around 10 mts away from our bus stand. All girls in the green skirt and white top with neatly tied hair and checked tie, by that time had started shouting bus! Bus! But, my eyes were still on the enticer and those roses. Actually, the biker wore a helmet still he looked very handsome because he was driving my favorite bike. A rush of adrenaline went through my veins when I saw him following our bus. But then he disappeared.
We entered school in all spirits, "Happy valentine's day, amrita"; my best friend swagatika shouted. She had made one high pony that day, although our school rules are to tie 2 ponies. But, the day was special and yes every girl looked pretty. Never mind that we had an uniform, all did something different to themselves. Swagatika was staring hard at me then suddenly she bursted out, "hey! You are wearing lipstick, isn't it?" I blushed and couldn’t muster up the courage to say a yes. I rubbed my lips and said,"Ohh! I forgot to wipe it off, I was jjjuuuussst trying a new shade that mamma had purchased." "Oh! That’s ok", she said. "But why did you rub it off, it was looking so pretty on you." Then i realized what a big mistake I had done by wiping it off, and how I really wished that I had brought it to school and applied it once again. All the while, in the assembly, I kept on thinking that my dream of looking beautiful on this special day was gone the moment i lost that pink shade from my lips.
Assembly finished and swagatika was held back for tying one pony. She winked at me, to explain that she's smart enough to get rid of this problem. When our captain scolded her, she blurted, “mmmmmammmma is not there....i was alone at home......and i don't know....how to tie 2 ponnies." but, poor girl little did she know what was to happen next. Sister Hilda (our vice principal) called the caught ones to her cabin and in a row they all went with the look of a lamb to be slaughtered. She took out a comb, as if it were a sword, caught hold of each one's hair and made 2 ponnies on their heads.
Meanwhile, in the classroom, I was feeling too tensed for her. And everyone was wondering what might have happened to our dear beauty queen in sister's room. She entered in like a brave soldier who had just faced a daring battle but was captured by the enemy. Here the enemy had tied 2 ponnies, which was a big no for Valentines Day. Actually seeing her I wanted to burst out into laughter. But, you see duty of a friend. I sympathized with her and even muttered the slogan for Sister Hilda....."Hilda Hilda ghee of dalda aj tere ghar mein bane sadha hua anda." she (swagatika) seemed quite relaxed after this back biting therapy about our Hitler, and I prayed god to forgive me for uttering the slogan.
Just then Miss Jyoti our class teacher cum English teacher as lovely as ever entered inside wearing a pink sari. All of us wished her good morning and then began murmuring. She looked through her spectacles and her small nose and a question mark expression made her look still more beautiful. She exclaimed! "What happened why so much of hustle bustle today girls?" and we all shouted in chorus “happy valentines day, miiiiisss"she smiled and said "same to u, I don’t know what craze you girls have for this Valentines Day." The day was perfect and we were reading act something, scene something, where Lorenzo and Jessica were deeply immersed in their love. She (Miss Jyoti) kept on teaching and when bell rang she finished it off by saying "girls! Your age now is not for making valentines but to study and achieve your dreams and later in your lives I am sure you all shall get your valentines, but first become responsible ladies and then search for him." We all blushed and in chorus we all shouted, "Yeeeeeeessssss misssss."
Phew! The whole day went by in studying the so very difficult class ten books. The best wish which we got was from Miss Sarita our chemistry teacher. With her very evident Oriya accent she told "thaank you and Happy Bhalentines Day to you too." And, a wave of giggles ran through the class.
The last bell rang and it was time to part and we waved at each other and got into our respective buses. Swagatika told me to call her up. She said,"mamma is too tensed with the phone bills so she has locked the phone up......you don’t forget to call me in the evening, ok." and there went a long byeeeeeee!!
When our school bus left the campus, again I saw the same boy and my heart started beating harder, this time I could hear it. He again followed our bus. I had the window seat that day and through the corner of my eyes........ I tried hard to look at him. Then the bus stopped......"amrita, amrita", prerna didi shouted. "What are you thinking get down it’s our busstand"I got down and saw him at the same shop. My sixth sense kept on telling me..............."amrita this is your dream maaaan on entiiiiiiiiiiiiicccccceeeeeeerrrrrrr." Suddenly he was standing in front of me with the roses and a card. I was terrified. Prerna di took a step back. He said, “I! Am suresh!!!I have been....................................................................." what did he say? I didn’t hear a word my eyes were fixed on the enticer. A bell rang in my head and the words of Miss Jyoti started singing as if they were the verses from the bible. And, i stepped back, looked at him and refused to take them and told him to go away. Prerna di was looking at me awestruck. I took her hand and walked down the road to our houses. He was still standing there. Didi said she was proud to have a junior like me and patted me. And I was all the time thinking about ENTICER.
To give the first hand account to my best friend, I ran towards the phone but unfortunately the phone was dead. The next day I entered school in all spirits and swagatika came from behind and hugged me, gave a big smile and said,"Hm, I know what happened yesterday" and all my seniors and friends were gaping at me. No wonder why they called prerna di an 'all India radio'. So my dear friends that special Valentines Day didn’t give me my hero on enticer but definitely made me a heroine and that was of course a better bargain any day..... ;)
*pls note this story isn’t a real one and the characters are fictitious except me, my best friend and my dear Miss Jyoti.
I hope u all liked my just a bit of teenage imagination!!
In search of my shadow hid behind the mountains i plunged into the seas with a feeling so uncertain.
My shadow mingled with the darkness nowhere could i find it its hid somewhere in loneliness.
Everywhere was i hurt but i overcame them and pursued my search as a lonely helm
The bruises underneath hurted me to extremes but the urge to find it were my only dreams
It was hid behind the mountains in the beautiful dawn but lo! what was it all tattered and torn
i crossed the boundary of ages with a faith persisiting in me i will find it someday,but it was shattered from head to knee!!
explanation: I wrote this poem in the context that.....sometimes world around u changes u so much that u cant recognise urself....nd here shadow refers to my true self that ws lost smwhere bt i decided to find it nd many difficulties came in my path.........i found it bt it ws so changed!!
