STUDY

Study

Study! Study! Study!
For parents, it’s our duty
For teens like me, it’s just a hobby
What if there was nothing to read and learn?
What if people never cared about the money to earn?
Why do people only build up stress?
Do you know what causes these all?
Do you know what is it called?
It’s study, study and study
which only pisses off everybody.
I’m just fed up of this part of the day.
It’s just a despair which comes on our way.
I wish that this thing just goes off my head soon.
I wish I could only gaze at the sun and the moon.
I wish I had nothing to write and read,
I wish I was totally freed.
Please do something to ease down my pain
I am sure that I would never complain.


17th march 2010

Reconnect = Remember + Connection + Networking

What feelings do you have when you reconnect? Do you feel sad and nostalgic? Well, I feel happy and positive when I reconnect to my past. Do you know why!? Because reconnect simply means remember and avoid the mistakes you made, connect to the people you shared company and keep on networking i.e. staying in touch with those people. Whenever I dropped into Vishwa Bharati, people would come up with a question – “Don’t you like your current school (Somerville) or are you still attracted to Vishwa Bharati?” Well, there’s an easy answer to all such queries and questions. I could reconnect to Vishwa Bharati as I could do for all my previous schools. Reconnect is only possible when you have previously been connected to it. Well, when I reconnect to Vishwa Bharati Public School, I connect to my teachers. Thus, I would thank the entire staff of Vishwa Bharati for helping and guiding me as the beacon of light for me. Then, if I reconnect to the school, it reminds me of my first set of friends – Shreya Babbar, Anshu Patnaik, Srishti Pande, Shubhranshu Chaudhary, Mohnish Sharma, Mohit Bhatnagar, Aruna Krishnaswamy, Shweta Bisht and Vasundhara. Heartfelt thanks to all of you for being on my side and cheering me up in the times I was in need of a true friend. If I connect to my class, I connect the most to X – A (2007 – 08) and my new set of good friends – Neha Priya, Vidhan Agarwal, Prachi Shukla, Gargi Joshi, Sanchari Bhattacharya, Vidhi Agarwal and most importantly Raghav Mittal who are still in touch. Thanks to the communication system for keeping these lovely spirits in my heart forever. And now time comes to remember the times when we had canteen parties for almost no reason, times we bunked our Geography classes and Bharti Ma’am chasing us, the times we slept in Nisha Madam’s classes (History), the times we played dumb charades in between the classes, the times we didn’t submit our EVS notebooks etc. So, you can see I could reconnect because of a connection with these people and events. I remember these times and people so that I don’t falter in the near future. Being a baby bird (now of course grown up), ready to take its flight beyond the horizon, I hereby hum a prominent tune.
“Chalte chalte…….. meri ye geet yaad rakhna,
Kabhi Alvida Naa Kehna……..”

MY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS

1st July, 2008, I clumsily broke the glass while sipping water after my breakfast but my mother said that was lucky. Lucky for what??? Well, I was turning over a new leaf. I was turning over a new leaf. I was entering my high school after a fun filled and tension free senior secondary school. I was about to go to a new school where although I had some friends but in a new environment. Wearing a shirt and skirt after wearing salwar kameez for two long years was something special and different. I had a brand new, trendy, cool and smart bag hung at my back gifted to me by my grandmother. My sister helped me make my bag more cool by making some ‘Scooby Strings’ and hanging them on my bag. My parents, although a bit apprehensive, stood there with pride as they saw their daughter climbing the stairs of high school. While moving towards the car, I clearly remember the song which inspired me throughout my high school – “Ruk jaanaa nahi, tu kahin haar kar………… O rahi, O rahi…..” When I stepped into the school, I went exactly twelve years because I had the same feelings i.e. a bit happy yet a bit anxious. It reminded me my first day at school (Nursery) when my mom asked me not to cry. I promptly replied that why should I be crying rather it should be the teachers who’ll cry (because of my mischief). Somehow, many thoughts flashed my mind – whether I would make rapport with teachers just or should I make new friends first. Most of them would have chosen the later but I travelled on the road less travelled and went on to make good communications with my teachers. This later turned hard on me. Nevertheless, my class teachers (for both these years) were just so loving and caring that I saw my mother in them. A few days later, while I was trying to adjust in the school, a book worm in me asked about the library. My passion for reading and quizzing took me no time to make friends with Ganpule Ma’am and many others (who’re just my library friends). I became very popular in the school because of my happy – go – lucky, loving and caring nature (not only among teachers but students as well).I’ve experienced a flavour of fun, depression, victory, defeat, pride, misunderstanding, dare etc. Last day, Priyanka asked me, “Why don’t you care when people criticize you”? I replied her calmly “Revenge is almost like biting a dog because the dog bit you.” She had a gentle laugh and went away. I made some everlasting friends whom I can’t simply forget and I’m sure that they won’t forget me either. I had nice with teachers mostly because I was outdated with the daily soaps and serials (especially Roadies and Splitsvilla). The juniors especially XIthes and IXthes were very close to me and I’ll never forget them for they were my support system. Whatever may be the situation and mood of the day, I still want to sing the song –
“Give me some sunshine, give me some rain
Give me another chance; I wanna grow up once again…”
At last, thank you teachers and thank you friends for making me what I’m today as I leave my school life here and now.