BEGINNING OF THINGS!

Two years ago I was possessed by the sudden urge to produce my skills in computer text for people to relish the intellectuality of my very juicy flavours. When providing my art to school magazines, which I still ensue to do so became a cliché as there were many whose only art that got published was copying.  

The previous year when an article which was in close proximity to mine was highly conspicuous only because it was a direct imitation of the English song ‘Hall of Fame’ and still nobody realised that vexation had encapsulated me, I doubted continuing my trust towards this thick group of paper. 

Since nothing abated my anger more than an adolescence’s urge to take everything on a lighter note, I brought to a teacher’s notice about the unawareness of the higher authorities and how naive and ignorant they were, in a rather humorous manner.

Maybe the event occurred a year after the beginning of my virtual writing, but what I provided was the strongest example.

Blogging, as is the common term, allowed my satisfactory yearly writing to turn into a daily or at least a monthly routine if not more.

At the start, the fear of unsuccessfulness did consume my confidence and exploit my inner fear which must’ve exposed me as a poltroon, but it didn’t suppress my thoughts let alone my skills.

“Your writing sucks!” must’ve rung in my ears in many voices, yet I continued, only by naming my fear ‘irrational’!

I wrote the first sentence, and then I couldn’t stop or get up from my seat, just like a lazy ass confined to a sofa. Only I wasn’t lazy, at least then.

I was relieved when I was done. But I realised I couldn’t close my shop just then. The reason being every friend, countrymen, Romans and non-Romans had to lend me their eyes (exaggeration). After enlightening half a hundred homo sapiens about my latest experiment, I was contented for the day. But the urge again possessed me and I began again!

Hasta la Vista,

K

THE DARE-DEVIL!

He accepted the hospital,

He accepted the doctor's recital.

But he took an oath of violence,

and required no guidance.

He was in an asylum,

hence knew how to play dumb.

The doctor's interest in baseball,

was his biggest flaw!

He took the bat,

and made the doctor's head flat.

He escaped the electric maze,

and also everybody's gaze.

He came out in the morning,

but He came out frowning.

There was nobody there,

that was rare!

He had to keep his oath, hence he looked at the sun,

and He took out a stolen gun.

He took the shot,

but it didn't harm even a moth!

At the end of the shot,

He ended his wrath.

He was cold,

yet bold.

Everyone was happy,

But they were too snappy.

because all that He had done,

about it, they could not keep mum.

The asylum walls had all His work,

and in these very walls He would still lurk.

He is there,

and that would never be rare!

Hasta la Vista,

K

TUTIONS: AN ILLUSION

To everybody, who has suffered in the hands of tutions,

What on Earth are tutions?

Are they going to help us get the Padma Bhushan?

Is it going to help me walk through the 'Hall of Fame'?

Or is nobody going to give a damn about my name?

Parents say it is for practice,

but of course, that is just parental tactics.

We slog for two or three or even more hours,

but parents and teachers ask us to rote learn for four more hours.

Parents ask you to study for a particular time everyday,

but when we mention 'tutions' to get studies out of the way,

"That isn't studying," they'd say,

"That is just extra help for some days."

Is it schooling? Nope.

Is it studying? Nope.

Is it even a ray of hope,

to climb the studies rope?

So why do we waste our time,

on something that is worth less than thyme?

This question is being asked from the Pacific to the Atlantic,

but is always suppressed by parental tactic.

Hasta la Vista,

K

VACATIONING!

 "Hurrah! Summer vacations are here, leisure, fun and entertainment!" I'll be damned if I'd be saying that. I wouldn't exaggerate and say the above sentence as my vacations are as good as a study leave, but yes, you could call me lucky as I am not setting my foot outside the United Arab Emirates and hence I have a lot of time to have fun as well as do my work simultaneously. Another advantage is that I only have one group project. Either ways let me take you through my first week of vacationing.

Al Ain one of the most famous oasis in U.A.E, one of the most active oasis in the U.A.E, was my home for the first week of my amazing study leave. My uncle and aunt along with my cousin and my paternal grandmother had come to pick me up. Our closest family friend had come too! My cousin and I took the rear seat in the seven-seat car and since it was long drive to Al Ain we really had problems with our legs as we both were tall and the rear seat was damn cramped. But we somehow managed to adjust till we reached our destination. We had our electronics to keep us from kicking each other for place. 

The next day was a rather dry one until my two other cousins had come in for the week too! And both being feminine; were very lively. Especially the smaller who could bring the roof down even faster than an opera singer. She was the highlight of the week, she kept us busy. By busy I mean, busy shouting at her. She was quite stubborn and she was nine, so you could imagine our plight. But it was fun having to do something other than playing games on some kind of electrical instrument which happened to be our only form of entertainment. 

One of the most important trips that week was the trip to Papa John's. As soon as the food was set on the table, everybody veraciously grabbed the food and stuffed it down their throat. The food was great and our stomachs were filled so what was better than a good night sleep. On reaching home everybody casually brushed their teeth, changed into something a bit looser and got prepared to go to sleep. But my cousins and I had to put our bed as we were sleeping on mattresses on the floor. This is where my nine year old cousin made us active again.

"Why the hell are you messing around with that thing get your rear over here and help us!" my cousin who was busy adjusting his pillow said, "You'll spoil the freaking thing, it was made with great difficulty by my sister, you'll get the glitter out you maniac!"

"No!" the nine year old replied. Somehow my cousin cooled down and the nine year old was saved.

I was infuriated that I had to do most of the work and was more vexed when my cousin who did nothing but look at a glittery door sign put her head through my shoulders. However I held my tongue, woke her up and asked her to sleep properly.

One thing I felt sad about is the other female cousin who was apparently my age, who got up early in the morning in the first two days to do Mathematics. She was depressed while doing it. I knew I wouldn't care to do anything if I were to be given the same thing for those days. I don't do school work outside my home. However my aunt was irritated at this and told her not to do it. She stopped doing it for the rest of the week.

The last day of my stay at Al Ain was not very interesting until we got into the car and started playing games, and that was not until 21:30. We headed for Sharjah and only stopped for dinner in Dubai. We had plenty of time for games, but we soon grew a bit bored as we were in the Iron Age, and who can live without electronics in this age. When we reached Sharjah I knew that my holidays were as good as over.  It was time to be surrounded with all kinds of books, and not interesting ones (that has to be specified). 

I won a week from studies and was able to relax. But they were multitude days to come for studying. I may have won a battle, but studies won the war. 

Hasta la Vista,

K

WRITER'S BLOCK!

According to the dictionary a writer’s block is defined as a temporary psychological inability to begin or continue work on a piece of writing. But, we common people don’t wait to go deep into psychology, we rather know about a writer’s block when we see a writer throw papers in to the dustbin.  We also commonly see them these days when an English exam is on!

There are multitudinous ways by which writers deal with this kind of block, one of the path which is most treaded on is forgetting about the piece of writing altogether. Another vexing and uninteresting method is when the writer ensues with his work with an irrational ending after a good start. A more experienced and clever writer would rather start all over again.

Now-a-days writers are so unplanned and undecided that some of them stop to think for forty five minutes straight after each and every paragraph. Why do you think it takes longer to write an English paper than any other subject paper? 

You’ll be surprised to know how aggressive writers can get when they have the writer’s block. They usually harass their friends to help them. The most common dialogues writers say to their friends are: “Get something out of that brain and help me!” “Why can’t you think of something, there must be something hidden somewhere, give me anything!”

I’ll tell you, you’d never want to be in front of a writer having writer’s block; they can be as erratic as the Indian monsoon season. One of the thousand reasons you need to stay away from such writers is that even if you tell them something to help, they’ll disagree with you and come up with dialogues like; “You are just an augmentation to the block in my head!” Writers don’t go easy on you.

Some people like me follow the policy of writing is better than not writing at all. In fact writing about a writer’s block is way better than being furious with yourself for not writing at all. 

Writers are delighted when ideas just pop into their mind, but that moment is short-lived, because soon they find out that they have nothing to write about it at all. No planning leads to such situations. Then they brag about it for long time just because an idea struck them and they weren’t able to pen it down like it is the end of the world or something.

One other way which a writer goes past his block is by making no sense at all. He just writes big words just to confuse the readers, so they think he has written something great just because the work is very wordy. Readers feel that the writer is Shakespeare just because of those big words. 

Writers, one thing they forget to do is stay calm when their thoughts are blocked. They get panic-stricken.  They forget that the reason for the block could be the topic they’ve chosen. Imagine if J.K. Rowling wrote Julius Caesar and Shakespeare wrote Harry Potter! The two stories would be completely different form the original version as the writers have different styles of writing. Pick the right topic. Something you know about or are interested in researching about. 

The other day I was trying to write something and the block in my brain didn’t seem to leave me. My friend was sitting beside me, so I asked him, “Have any ideas?” My counterpart looked at me drowsily and said, “Ideas? For that thing you’re writing?” Then he gave out a big yawn. I was furious, and then I gave him the glare, the glare which would stay etched in his memory, the glare that would terrorise him when he would think about it, the writer’s glare!

Hasta la Vista,

K

MR. PRESIDENT

What would be better than roaming about school with a badge saying that you are the President of a certain Club pinned to your shirt. It is amazing. You get all the attention in the world and people keep staring (sometimes glaring)  at your chest where the badge is located. It feels like you are one in a million. You are the one who has that badge pinned to your shirt, you are the damn lucky person who got the position. Teachers think you are studious just because of that badge. The best part is, the badge doesn't call you the member of the Club, it calls you the President!

This happened to me yesterday. In school we had an inauguration ceremony for the five Clubs in the school namely: The Literary Club, The Debating Society, The Quiz Club, The Music Club and the Arts Club. The Music and the Arts Club were new editions. The Presidents and the Secretaries of each of these Clubs were all ready with their blazers on and uniforms tucked in and ties in proper positions. They all happily entered the auditorium with great expectations from the ceremony.

The ceremony didn't seem to disappoint us, it started off with the reports which had to be read out by the previous year's Secretaries and I was one of them. With a lot of pride I stepped on stage to give my best.

Before I go on any further we need to know what happened before the ceremony, before a plethora of ecstatic things happened on stage. Firstly, the ceremony was after school so everyone participating in the ceremony or students who were invited to watch it were asked to stay back. When the rest of the students were dispersing to their buses or cars we were busy enjoy ourselves by chit-chatting and eating our lunch.
"Mr. President, going to get your badge today, shining and all huh." one of my friends commented.
"Well, maybe I am." I replied
"Good luck with the report, don't read it out like a dou-" my friend was about to complete, but was interrupted by the entry of our Supervisor. He looked at me and smiled, due to the blazer which I was wearing, he understood that I was going to get a badge. By this time the Secretary of the Literary Club who was selected by the teacher in charge and I, came in with his blazer on.
"All set?" our Supervisor asked.
I wanted to say 'Hell yeah', but what came out is-
"Yes!" the Secretary replied the same.

After confirming the time we had to be present in the auditorium from the teacher I went back to class to chillax a bit. After all I didn't have to mug up my report. Just read and speak like a damn orator.

The auditorium was full of activities when I arrived there and these activities were stuff like connecting the laptop to the projector, keeping everything ready for the function, mic testing etc. Everyone was busy hurrying up and after ten minutes of standing in a place I was given a place to sit. I was confined to that seat for most of the ceremony. I was holding a file in my hand which contained my report. After sometime when all the senior staff reached the venue the function began.

The mic ahead of me, every bodies eyes on me, the Gods from heaven looked down at me and the devils from hell looked at me from their hot and inconspicuous place. There was nothing that distinguished me from the audience but the blazer I was wearing. Yet, I was on stage with the paper in front of me and the rest weren't. I made sure the mic was working and then I began. I began with great confidence and then my mouth went on like I had no control of it. My voice modulated itself, my mouth paused when it had to and started again when it had to. All I could see was the words in front of me and the school Principal nodding his head. Whether nodding was because he was accepting something I said or was it just to say he was listening and understanding I wasn't sure. There was only one thing I was sure of; I gave it my best.

After my report, the former Secretaries of the two other Clubs gave their speeches. The Music Club and the Arts Club had no report as they never existed the previous year. Like that it was time to get the badges. We went on stage and stood there until our turn came to receive the badge. The Principal gave a short speech before we received our badges.

The Headmaster was the lucky one who got to pin the badge on my blazer. He came up took the badge in his hands and while pinning it  asked me a question-
"President of the Literary Club," he said 'What are your plans for this year?"
I thought only for a fraction of a second as I couldn't mention any particular activity which I could talk about so I found the easiest way to escape the situation-
"Lots sir!"
The Headmaster was dumbfounded, it wasn't the answer he wanted yet it was an answer. He proceeded with pinning the other badges.


Then came the Music Club's energetic display. The band played four to five songs and then they gave a ecstatic ending with the guitar and drums. It was altogether an awesome display.

Later, we had a skit performed by my Club and it was quite humourous and the acting was amazing. The skit was from the original 'Villa for Sale' drama by Sacha Guitry. English textbooks do help in such cases. The skit was liked by all including me. The only problem was that they were speaking through hand mics and that made it a bit irritating because the words sometimes weren't heard properly.

After the great skit was the debate and it was the most boring part of the function as it was always one sided and beginning from the first proposition we understood that the opposition had won this one. That was the final event and then all of us headed towards the bus saying good-bye to the school.

The next day, it was day of badge admiration. Everyone had to take a look at that thing on my chest. And they all said the same thing-"Mr. President!"

Hasta La Vista,
K

  

 

CHEMISTRY!

This poem of mine was quite appreciated in school, so I thought that I'd share it with you all. It is one of the most tricky poems I have written as it took me more than an hour and a half to make the whole thing! It is also quite small after such a long time of thinking as it was for the class bulletin board in school.
Here's how it goes:-

Chemistry is all about chemicals,

And there is not a moment that is dull.

There are loads of things we see in the world,

But chemicals exist even in every plant arising from the same whorl.

Chemical reactions,

Are always in action.

Most of these reactions are inconspicuous,

But some of them for our eyes are hazardous.

We always think that chemicals are dangerous,

But without them there would be nothing, contemptuous or joyous.

Chemistry can tell us about anything in our vicinity,

The subject deals with things far away and also in close proximity.

Why do we use chemicals for irrational violence?

When it shows a lot of benevolence,

It is a substitute of itself,

And everything we have in ourselves.

We should learn to use chemicals wisely,

And not injudiciously or slyly.

Using chemicals irresponsibly can be very destructive,

But learning it for a good cause is very constructive.

Hasta la Vista,

K

SERENDIPITIES!

I never believe in serendipities,

because it has never happened to me.

I don't think they exist, these accidental discoveries.

If you share my thoughts, I definitely want to meet thee.

It is just mere exaggeration,

scientists just want to be famous in their nation.

And something worth to mention,

all of them have plans, just like a working mason.

If they fail in their experiments,

even if there is a small dent,

the dent they'll have to mend,

even if it means delay in paying their house rent.

So the poltroon scientists keep it a secret,

so later they don't have to regret.

It will be easier to be less vexed and forget,

the failures that they met.

If their experiment works out great,

to tell it out they won't wait.

But if people ask them why it was secretive,

the word 'serendipity' will be active.

To people who believe in serendipities,

                                                        Please try to change my mind if you can. You are welcome to, but you'll have to prove yourselves. I have wondered if such things existed. If they do, and you've seen it or if it has ever happened to you, please inform me. If you are one of my teachers, then you are lucky because I may trust you without any proof. One more thing, NO MATHEMATICAL PROOFS! 

Hasta la Vista,

K

A CLASS PARTY?

What is a party? It is when people come together and have fun. On December 20th 2012, our school organised a party (rather permitted us to organise a party). Everybody came in casual clothes, wearing all branded stuff, bringing expensive electronics to school, bringing truckloads of food etc. I was the best person to show up, as I didn't even bring a bag! No food, no electronics, only clothes and a bus card, which had to scanned by the bus driver with a bar code reader!

I never really wanted to show up, as I had had a headache, but that headache was always there in the morning from when I fell ill, the week before. It only stopped after I started sleeping till ten in the morning during the vacation which started the day after this party. I thought there would be nothing to do at home, so I went for the party. My partner in the bus was astonished to see me without a bag. "What the hell! How come you didn't bring anything?" I just told him that I never really thought of buying anything.

School was completely different that day, with the music in full volume, everybody thinking about fun rather than about homework or tests. People also started eating junk early in the morning. The party was to start at eight thirty, we had to arrange all the tables and chairs in such a way that, there was a lot of place in the middle to do stuff. But in our case, the party started at seven thirty! The thing was, it began an hour before the suggested time, but it wasn't a big hit.

The whole day went in people dancing to 'Gangnam Style'. I was the only one who wasn't involved, as I hate dancing or singing. What I meant is, I like songs and dances which are beautiful to o my eyes, but doing it; is damn different! Surprisingly most of the teachers never bothered to even enter the classes, they stood outside and started chatting with each other. There was no partying! Just eating, playing with electronics and at times, getting bored! Nobody cared about doing anything that would interest the whole class, everyone was in their own world!

The only time people got together was when they had to dance to 'Gangnam Style'. Trust me when you read this, they only danced to that song! Three hours of having fun, was three hours of one freaking song! I totally started hating the song after that day.

Describing the party is quite hard because nothing happened! All I remember is people either sitting and playing video games or eating when 'Gangnam Style' was not on. I was so dead bored. In the end, I had to start playing video games! GTA: LCS, Assasins Creed: Bloodline were games I had play due to the so called party! I thought that I should've stayed home, if I had to play games on a sumptuous PlayStation Portable.

Food was not a problem. Everything from chips to cool drinks to pizza to doughnuts to pastries were available! You even had your veggies on the pizza and fruits on the pastry! I ate not really to my heart's content, but enough to keep my stomach from grumbling for food until I reached home. Doughnuts may have been the first thing I ate during the party.

The only thing close to entertaining in the party was when two male teachers came in a danced to yet again 'Gangnam Style', but it was fun to see teachers dancing for a change. My friend and I who were one of those people, who didn't have any kind of electronic items, had to borrow it from others to have fun after the entertaining dance. We were completely helpless and bored! We were so bored that we wouldn't mind one of the teachers coming in and taking over the class. Even Biology didn't seem boring at that stage!

The unfortunate people who didn't come without electronics were sometimes forced to entertain themselves by gossiping about silly things. Things got a bit too naive over there. First time in the history of my parties did I want to get out of one! I could remember the party when I was in seventh, wherein most of the people showed off their talents rather than sitting in front of electronics. Everybody apart from me, of course! Singing and dancing aren't my cup of tea for sure. I was a mere spectator. Nothing more, but it still was fun.

On December 20th 2012, I was again a spectator, but a spectator of the most flop show ever. It must have been the slowest three hour party ever. But at last it came to an end! It was cleaning up time! At least something to do! I did it with great interest, it was way better than sitting in one place without doing anything. I think cleaning the class room was the best thing to be a part of in the party, rest all, don't get me started. This is just a bit of the boring things I had to go through, the other things are not very describable!

Going home was a relief, at least there were two weeks of winter holidays, and mostly enjoying it was the plan!

Hasta la Vista,
K