My Best Movie!

Hello friends,

How have you all been? As you must have rightly guessed- I’m finally back from my long trip. Oh…..what do I say? It was really a blast…but better less talked about before I get nostalgic about the wonderful memories. And I suppose I’m not wrong to guess too that my articulate readers might also have guessed that now I’m busy with my holiday homework which include (let me tell you) six projects, 2 surveys and 5-10 written assignments. Arghhhhhh


Now, the day after I arrived- I was as incoherent as you can imagine, for I decided to begin my studies with the most abominable subject ever- History (and the only one frequently humored by me). I would not say the subject is as abominable as the one teaching the subject at school. You can believe me when I say she has some personal problem with me and endures me to her revenge (at me talking or sleeping too much) most often.


I drowsily turned the pages as page 34 suddenly caught my attention. Instead of the dull pictures of mughals and kings with horses and swords, today there stood a picture of me smiling savagely and before my eyes popped out, my figure blurred and changed into the face of a stern wrinkled old lady in an unknown home.


I watched the page with rapped attention as the most astounding movie unveiled before me. I saw my old figure turn as I heard my History teacher (yes, can you believe it?) call out, “Mom, its getting late- I’m leaving. Those scoundrels at school must be creating a racket.” I then heard myself say, “Enough Lalita. All you care about is you school and kids. Give them and yourself a break. Its not long before I join my brigade in heaven abode so please take today off and lets spend a mother-daughter day (OMG!!! I’m her mother? Wowwwwwwwwwwwwww)”


She stared at me as if I had spoken gibberish and seeing the expression, I smirked back and then as if by magic, her features softened as she mumbled, “Of course ma.” “Okay, put that bag down and make me a good ginger tea and oh…these old legs are aching like hell, please put some oil and massage my hands and legs.” Her face wavered as she nodded numbly……and in fifteen minutes I was having a cup of hot soothing tea while my teacher massaged my legs (ROFL!! I still cannot believe it).


After the half hour ordeal Lalita (Ma’am) herself complained of her hands paining and went and sat on the couch. I began troubling, or actually revenging, her again. “Dear, I have a list of books I need to read. Can you please go down to the market and buy them,” I said and handed her a list of 40-50 non-existing books. “But Ma, it’s 1 in the noon and we haven’t had lunch; also it’s scorching hot outside”, she protested. “Don’t blabber back at me girl”, I rebuked. She nodded unwillingly again and took to the door.


I enjoyed the empty home in front of the television with a bucketful of extra-butter popcorn and pizzas ordered from a leading store. It took Lalita (ma’am) four hours to return home famished and report back that none of the leading (15 stores) she visited had the books available. I scolded her again and also remarked how dumb she was not to have eaten from a restraint and come for she knows my old age would not permit me to make food. She just made a face and slept like a log for five –six hours. Ahhh…I would have wished to do so much more….the maid came meanwhile but I ordered her to go home.


When Lalita awoke, I informed her that the maid had taken her day off….and then remarked how dirty the house was, compelling her to sweep and clean the three bedroom apartments. I scolded her for a speck of dirt in every corner and finally when she made a salt-less dinner (and heard rebukes from me again) she went to sleep after a troubling day!!


Poor child (I say so only coz I am so BENEVOLENT: P), I thought as I saw her sleeping angel-like innocent face….


But don’t let looks deceive you, I thought ……….and then alas. The wretched fan above me flipped the morose History book to another page and my wonderful movie was shattered….


This is just the beginning…I hope to continue troubling her (as she does to me) at school too….(any prank ideas?)….I smiled to myself thinking of this as the best short movie till date
:D

CRICKET?!?!

11:30 am

It’s the greatest day in the world- why not? After all, India finally won the most coveted match against Australia. We SHOULD have a celebration- a GRAND one that is!

And who else, better than ME who arranges for the party and the celebrations? I AM the self confessed greatest cricket fan and lover ever!!! Go INDIA Go : )

PHONE CONVERSATION

Hello DJ (short for DHANANJAY)?

Yes yes….I’m very happy about the win, it was by a great margin too. A fabulous play by the boys!

Yes, so I was thinking why not have a celebration?

At my house.

I’ll arrange for the music and food.

But look, the party will be incomplete without fireworks marking India’s win.

Guessed it right bro. This is where I need your help.

Can you arrange for all the fireworks and manage the fire display? I’ll be grateful.

Yes thanks dude. An hour, right?

K….byeeee!

12:10 pm

One thing managed, now let me get to my work.

1:00 pm

Invites- DONE

2:00 pm

Food- Arranged

3:00 pm

Invites- SENT

4:00 pm

Music and DJ (Disk Jockey)- ARRANGED

5:00 pm

Lunch and Rest- Weewww! DONE

Yippeee

All set.

Now I gotta go and get ready

9:00 pm

Party begins in full swing. The fire display by DJ is the greatest rave throughout the party

11:30 pm

Senile residents near by call to complain about the loud music and fire display but calls ignored

12:00 midnight

A rocket goes and hits the roof of neighbor’s shed. DJ runs away and so do most invitees so that they don’t get into trouble.

12:30 am

The shed burns down. Neighbors out of town and others are all asleep. I go myself and somehow manage to douse the fire.

01:00 am

I decide to peek inside and check what was destroyed. I have a peek and

01:04 am

OMG! My cricket gear all burned black and blue…..I remember I had rented this shed from Mrs. Kabadia a week ago to store my lavish cricket gear which has all now blown up in ashes !

This is what happens to those who trouble their neighbors late at night over wins in petty cricket matches. (Don’t dispute me here- not even cricket lovers please!) And Oh my! The ongoing IPL-season 2 matches are really a scare with my crazy cricket loving neighbors and brother !!

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That Day....

I awoke today morning, rubbing my eyes, all sweaty and wet. Oh god, no electricity? And with the global warming taking toll and (OMG!) my AC off, I felt like a melting ice-cream.



I grudgingly went to brush my teeth, squeezing at the toothpaste. And ah again! No toothpaste, I kept on squeezing till I was all exhausted and then there came out a bit of paste, but enough to refresh my mouth at least.No one at home. Mom at school- teaching, dad at office, bro at school- studying….ah what a wretched day!

O fine, I’ll get myself a hot cup of coffee now. There goes the water on the gas, and where’s the coffee powder now? Oh yes, up there on the shelf. I reach out, but can’t get it. Darn, I bring a stool and then stand ahoy and hold it unsurely in my hands, before it comes tumbling down on the floor!!

Bam! The glass jar is broken and all the coffee powder spilled on the floor, along with small glittering glass pieces. I mumble angrily again and switch off the gas to move out.

OWW!!!! A glass piece stuck in my foot : ( Awww……I do some quick medical aid and then get down to reading the paper- all full of depressing news about crime and corruption. Darn! I flip it away.

Now what? Wah! I’ll switch on the radio for some soothing music. I switch it on…..and again, bad luck….no light na? How’d I forget.

The radio, AC, computer etc. doesn’t work on inverter. So what do I do now? Oh yes, my book! I was reading Twilight last night so where’s it now? On the night stand? I had a look- not there. On my table- not there. On the dining table- not there. On the shelf- not there!

I’m not looking anymore….baaah!

So, what now? The good old phone- my savior!

I pick it up and dial my best friend- she’s taking a bath. I call another- she’s out. I call two more- both are busy in the bathroom. I give a desperate last try but again- she’s asleep! At 11 in the morning? OMG!! Why is today a holiday for me?

Fine, I’ll take a bath….I cheer myself up desperately and go on. So much water on the marble floor- brother again!!

Whaaaaammmmmmmm…..I slip!! Awww……it hurts. Seriously! I guess I’ll have some broken bones too now. What a way to begin the day. I cry and take a bath, not more wet than water for bath, then from my tears!

Then go and sit in the balcony, until the hot sun almost burns me black. I come back in.
I give up!! Today is a bad day- not a single good omen. I go get some sleep.

My blissful dreams spoilt again as mom and bro ringing the doorbell. OMG! It’s 4 in the afternoon. I open the door to be greeted by a volley of angry abuses by my brother and scolding from mom. They tell me they’ve been waiting since 2 pm.

Anyways, the bell’s ringing- light back!! I turn on the TV, was watching the most interesting show and Bam! Screen’s dark again- lights gone! Oh shit!! Not again!!

Pleaseeeeee!!

I go off. Nothing better than a good refreshing sleep again. It’s a wretched, boring sleepy day- none of my friends called back, means they are busy, so I hug the bed. At 6, I wake up again, coz of the itching on my arms and legs. Oh damn! Mosquitoes? How’d they get in here….awwww…..I stare at my red swollen arms and legs and run to get a repellent.

I go to sleep again, in my brother’s room. At 7, my friend calls- and why? To ask me why I’m not there? WHERE??? At her birthday party!!! Oh shit!! How’d I forget? I apologize and give some lame excuse about no one to drop me etc.

At eight, I eat a blanched dinner. Till 9, I wait for light to return so I don’t have to miss my favorite show. It gets over at 10. The clocks ticking with me biting my fingernails and slowly but steadily, the hands of the clock strike 10!!

I give out a loud cry as the light returns!!

I hate this DAY!!

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Congratulations!

I entered the first class suite of the flight ….and oh my!! What a place!

I’d never ever, even in my dreams, imagined of traveling a meager business trip by first class. All that my pitiful music company could afford was the cheapest economy class flight ticket available on a local flight.

But as luck would have it, my flight got cancelled and to compensate, or by my stars, I was shifted to the first class section of an international flight.

I took the seat offered by a lovely air hostess, properly addressing by my name, Miss. Ramya. “My name had never before sounded so aristocratic”, I thought.

I had been provided with the window seat, by the plushest seats and comfortable headrest unlike that which I was used to.

I looked out of the window, all lost in my dreams of flamboyant blissfulness, when someone interrupted me. I unwillingly turned my face towards the interruption when my eyes were star struck….

Oh my Gosh!!! It is the great, famous and my idol, and recent Oscar winner- Mr. A.R Rahman.

Mr. Rahman was blabbering away to me in his sweet voice when all I did was stare back at his face. In my eyes there was all you can imagine- astonishment, respect, surprise, shock……

It took me a complete 5 minutes to realize that he was asking me to shift my luggage a bit to the left so that he could fit in his bags. It took another 15 minutes to believe that HE was my neighbor.

I just couldn’t stop staring at his face. No airy show or pomp about himself. I always read and knew that he was humble and modest, but never in my life had I imagined it was true, that too after winning my Oscar.

Another 5 minutes later, I realized that he was returning my flabbergasted gaze with a sweet smile. I fumbled a bit and finally managed to reply back with a smile.

“So, where to?” He asked in his musical voice.

“Mum…..mum…..Mumbai”, I replied.

He answered back with a sweet smile again. Then turned back again to mind his own work. He pulled out something that looked like an i-pod and plugged the ear phones to his ears. It took me another 15 minutes again before I touched him lightly on the arms and when he turned, I blurted out in one breath.

Are you really Mr. A.R Rahman?

He just smiled back innocently and said, “You want to hear something?”

“Su…sure”, I fumbled again, angry at myself now!

He took out a miniature keyboard, which easily fit into his laps…..and then smiled at me again

“The advent of technology”, I thought and then said out aloud, “could you please play the new sensation- Jai Ho! ?”

And then he began….oh what a time it was! I found myself lost in the melody, the tune churning around in my brain wonderfully. Each key struck was a masterstroke. The way his adroit hands moved on the keyboard and melted out the tunes, had me in awe.

And slowly the tunes came to an end and I turned back towards him, wisfully this time, with respect and confidence before muttering, "Thank you!"

"Thank you for what dear?" The old Parsi lady standing beside me asked back inquisitively.

I jolted back to the present. ….

Me standing in the local Rs 5 fare bus, being pushed to and fro by the bus jumping over the pits on the roads, the cheap tyres and the poverty stricken people. My mobile earphones finally jumped back to life with the RJ in the radio informing me that I had just heard A.R Rahman’s Oscar winning song!

All I could do was give a long sigh and mumble a unheard “nothing” to the lady.

This post is my congratulatory post (although a bit late, but better late than never, you know!) to the wonderful personality and music maestro, A.R Rahman, for winning the Oscar for Jai Ho and doing his nation and all citizens of India so proud!

P.S- I've shunned my good old specs for contact lenses :)

A Record Fail!

Seriously guys, reading newspapers these days is worth it…..nah…..am not talking about the rising rates of crime or the economic recession. But just think about the bizarre news these papers publish.

I was flipping through the paper this morning and stumbled upon an interesting bit of news about a South Korean Grandmom (Granny) who just cannot give up. This lady, known as Cha has failed her driving test……so whats the big deal, eh? Many do…..but no….she has failed for the 771st time. WOW~

For a record number, this 68 year old, Cha, has appeared for the test almost every working day since 2005 at Jeonju. (OMG!! How can one be so determined?) . And this Monday, she failed again, creating a record number of fails!

And imagine what? The local newspaper reports say that she might appear again.

Choi Yong-Cheol, a police sergeant supervising the test in the city's Deokjingu district says that Cha could not get through the preliminary written section of the test. She left behind margin of 10, getting 30-50 whereas the pass marks were 60.

"It was a record-breaking number here," Choi Yong-Cheol, a police sergeant supervising the test said.

Cha is a 68 year old lady, who sells food and household items door to door at apartment complexes, carrying the items in a handcart, but wants to get a car for her business.

Estimates say that she has spent almost five million won ($5600) to take the written tests in addition to other expenses.

I have full sympathies for this poor lady. But whatever you say, one cannot stop being in awe of this 68 year old. If this had happened to me, I would have just appointed a driver and left LOL!

Anyways, here she stands strong on the saying, try try until you succeed, and even if you don’t, just try to get this recognition, and then you'd do better :P

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Meghna Who?

OMG!!! I think somebody wrote my obituary!! LOL!

Miss Meghna passed away recently following an unbearable surge of creativity not able to be sustained. Meghna was not afraid to die. She just didn't want to be there when it happened.

Miss Meghna was born in India. She did extremely well in studies and was an out-standing student always. When Meghna was born, peope were surprised that she didn't talk for a year and a half. Later, she became a big chatterbox, so till she was eleven, she always thought her name was, "Shut Up!".

She hated Maths and History. She found obvious as the most dangerous word in Maths. For her, History repeated itself, as she never listened the first time (she dozed off!). Nevertheless, Miss Meghna passed twelfth grade with flying colors. She became a Doctor soon. She left for work at noon to beat the morning rush!

She took up freelance writing with the hope of publishing a novel soon. With a pen and diary in hand, she took to creativity craziness soon early. During surgeries in the Operation Theater, she would jump suddenly crying- "Eureka…Eureka….I found a suitable name for my character."

Meghna was a bit weird actually, wearing mismatched socks and hair tangled all over. She did not like taking a bath and hated milk. Her obsession for fiction novels knew no bounds. The best life she liked was lying on a cozy bed with a good book, and chocolates and lemon drink by the bedside with i-pod plugged on.

She always ate the dessert first, as she believed in eating the ice-cream before it melts, for life is too unsure. She liked bikes without breaks. She was a big prankster who loved playing jokes on others.

She got hooked on to the internet and blogging pretty early in her life and made a memorable journey. Along the way, she made many friends and well-wishers who should be invited to her funeral . She had always wanted to win the Blogging Idol competition.

After Meghna's death, her wishes are to be followed strictly. According to her will:

• All her money should be divided equally between all her blog readers.
  
• Her doctor's coat and equipments should go to her parents for remembrance and all other personal belonging should be buried with her, including her chocolates and pen/diary.
  
• She wants everyone to celebrate each and every Birthday of hers after death. Every birthday, her grave should be decorated with balloons and streamers.
  
• Her grave should be surrounded by gamaxine powder (ant repellent), so as to keep those tiny creatures away as they might be lured by the galore of sweets.
  
• No one should offer flowers at her grave but chocolates and ice creams.
  
• Her novel or blog ideas are strictly copyrighted and should not be copied.
  
• She should be allowed to rest in peace but no one shedding tears. If anyone wanted to cry on her death, he/she is forbidden to do so, but can eat a chocolate or ice-cream instead.
  
• Some money she learnt should be given to blogger or wordpress to improve their services and also to the television channels in India who have no better work.
  
• Another part of the amount earned should be donated to the Mental Asylum where she could not be treated.
  
• On her tombstone should be embedded the words, "Meghna who?"
  

Keep silent near her grave, for she may come back to life soon then!

Anything you got to add?

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Killer Maths

M- Mental

A- Ability

T- To

H- Handle

S-Strenuous Sums

Yea....that's what maths aka mathematics actually stands for. It's a deadly ghost, a hound that troubles me in all my nightmares, which usually consists of ghastly numbers jumping around with me trembling in the center.

It looks as if all these numbers and signs (addition +, Subtraction - etc.) are deadly tribal spirits waiting for the right moment to place their poisonous teeth on me when I create a mistake and kill me with their venom.

It's the toughest thing in life and most difficult. Yes, mathematics is. I just finished my exams, as you people know, and maths was the toughest of all. I did not get a wink of sleep the night before the math exam, ummm.... I should say I was afraid to sleep or I'd have another of those deadly math nightmares.

I do not know why a student needs to do maths. Wake up teachers!!!! This is the 21st century. The technological advancement is so very huge and human life is addicted to technology.

So why in this modern world, with various calculators, high-tech puzzle solvers, net helps and computers does a student need to do maths after all? Can he not survive in this world without it? and with the help of all these gadgets?

I am doing english, physics, chemistry, biology, geography, history.....but why MATHS??? Arrrgghhhh......I can still remember the day when I sat in the exam hall, scribbling away on sheets.....numbers unknown, calculations mistaken....no idea where the mind was, a math bug bit in the center, head screamed.....but I went on scribbling, afraid to close my eyes or faint!!!

I had a sip glasses of water just to satisfy my parched throat, though it was no respite, I'd say it was strength. I cannot tell you how much relief and sense of satisfaction I felt after submitting away my Mathematics paper, giving it all away for the teacher to bear and mark/grade.

And each year it's like this.....I HATE MATHS guys!!! It's a really really terrible nightmare for me. I cannot stand it....argghhhh :X

So anyone there to give me a suitable reason why I need to do maths....after all, there are so many calculators and stuff, why can I not just use them and be glad???

P.S- This post is in fond memory of my brain which died after remembering that tomorrow I'm gonna be shown the math paper. Before dying, it told me to apologize for posting so late and not commenting, all due to some movies I'd to catch up on and books I had to read.

May my brain lie in peace till the killer, mathematics is caught!

A Mere 17 Inch Horse!

So here's this really interesting news that I stumbled upon…a mere 17 inch horse! See for yourself in the picture! The world's smallest horse. A miniature dwarf!

The authorities have christened her Thumbeline (really cute….you know why!) and she has been reported as the world's official most shortest horse. The real Thumelina was born on an American farm to a couple who specialize in breeding miniature horses.

Now she is so small and so cute you could hold her in your hands and breed her like little puppies (Pet lovers and puppy crazy…I see you heart go BOOM! he…he..).

Horses usually weight about 250lb and rise to a height of 34 inches when they are fully grown. But for Thumbelina, it's a different story. Ever since she was born, she the day she was born it was clear that tiny Thumbelina would never grow to that size. She weighed in at only 8lb - the size of a new-born baby - when she was born. Eventually she grew to just 60 lb.

People are enthralled by her and she is a show stopper in her hometown, America. She has been affected by a horse disease called Dwarfism. Her owners, the Goessling family in Goose Creek farm in St. Louis, are in awe of her. They say she likes to hang out with the cocker spaniels rather than the other horses on their 150-acre farm. ( Now that gets me thinking…)

Quoting the family's words, "Because her legs are proportionally smaller than her body and her head, she has to wear orthopaedic fittings to straighten them out a lot of the time."

"But we love her and wouldn't want her any other way," said Michael Goessling, whose parents Kay and Paul bred the miniature horses.

As seen in the picture, the cute little miniature measures or reaches only uptil the shin of horses! You just need to feed her a cup of grain and a handful of hay, served twice a day. Unfortunately, she is expected to live to the age of 17 years only because of her size - normal horses live for about 35 years.

I've done horse-riding once or twice but now I'm going really crazy….I wonder if there is a real human baby too who could ride her…. and you bet you'll catch me there watching that captivating pair…Sigh!…I am always in my dream world :P

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The Battle .....

It was a habitual war. A callous battlefield acclimatized with a multitude of completely fortified warriors all ready to shield. With much zest and fortitude I geared up to take my position. The only thought that occurred in my vigorous mind was that I had to win, and win at all costs!

Effusively equipped, I went to the battlefield, persuading my timorous self and filling it with the essential resilience and valor required. Reconstructing the winning techniques in my mind once again, I was determined and looked forward to my triumph.

As soon as I arrived at the gory battleground, I saw that there was a profuse hoard of people like me, with twinkling eyes, all glimmering with the light of gallantry and boldness while faces sneered at one another. They too, like me, were occupied ammunition and ready for the war to begin. With cold-blooded eyes, we stared at each other….until the war began…..

The scene The Battle changed as soon as the fight began in the swirl of a moment. I was taken aback with the swiftness and alacrity of all the warriors. Like me, they were all experienced too, I realized. It was going to be a remarkable struggle today then…..

All vigilant warriors were ready at the precise moment, the war had begun! It was a never before sight. All others sneered and aimed. I looked for my target and finally caught sight of it. I ran as there were wings on my legs and gained momentum with every step. As soon as I reached my prey, someone else caught hold of it. Nooooo……I cried in dismay but my poise and self-assurance did not fortunately, leave me. I took hold of it as soon as I could. The other one pushed and pulled but certainly, I was mightier and much more indomitable.

I knew I had won, and then I felt it in my senses too, just like any other experienced professional….and I also understood that I was on war with an immature. I locked eyes with her and finally saw her strength wavering. Then….she let go…the victim was for me to keep! I victoriously waved it in the air and gave the poor loser a mocking smile, while the warrior looked down embarrassed.

I carefully handed over my victory trophy at the billing corner. “Your bill ma’am!”, a voice announced. I smiled and handed down the note. I knew the battle at the latest and promising branded fashion store was over and I had won. I The Battlecarried home another new embellishing dress and victoriously declared that I had won the fight at the Summer Discount Bonanza, once again!

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The Magical Adventures - 2

Reading your overwhelming response, to the previous part of this adventure, which can be read here.....I decided to post this as soon as possible! And hurray....I am done with it!

Et and I went inside the hall together. As I entered I actually realized it was not a hall but the principal city of the town. There were several shops scattered around in a haphazard way.

Like Et, there were several other Pocket Skyas (as their species is called). I realized the wrinkles here did not mean old age but were natural and attached with birth. The children stood near the parents while toddlers were carried in baskets.

It was a kind of huge bustling market which tempted me to take home a souvenir of this memorable place. But alas! I had no scopas (their currency) with me. Then again, Et came to my rescue. His stout fingers pointed towards the right and I read a blurry name reading Scopa Kanb.

"That is the Kanb (which is called bank on earth) where we store money. I am too wealthy and could happily give you some, Mistress!", he said with a cherishing smile. He bade me to wait where we stood while he took the money and came back in a jiffy.

With nothing to do, I started introspecting the intriguing ambiance. I saw hoards of Pocket Elves buzzing near one shoppe to another. The first shoppe that caught my eye was the Brainia Store. Here they sold human brains of dead people decorated artistically which I learnt the Elves used as home decorations.

I felt yucky and horrible at the thought of it but I was later informed that all humans who came to heaven happily donated their brains and those were decorating artifacts, as humans had no use of it now!

Then I saw another shoppe that said, "Comee Onee Commee All…To The Muckiiii Stallllll". Here the owner sold artistically adorned candles which captivated the viewer. I wondered why it was called mukckiii but later learnt that it was so because when the candle was burnt, it would burst into a huge ball of slickly, mucky liquid which was green and orange in color. This liquid would take strange and weird shapes which would momentarily disappear into the thin air! This, was given to young elves who used it to play pranks!

What mesmerized me the most was the Food Shoppe which sold various types of foamy liquids in a strange bowl. When Et returned, I first asked him to buy me a cup of Cloa-Cloa….the famous dish of Skysi World. As soon as I put it into my mouth, it kind of burst with a loud noise but there were no flames…instead, my mouth tickled it's taste buds with a strange flavor which melted soon but was most delighting. I ate five helpings of the dish but then Et told me that as a precaution to prevent obese elves, a sixth helping would explode the dish into flames…although dearly wanting to..I moved on.

Et smiled at me and lead me to Flora Stall. Here they sold strange purple and green and black flowers which were made of butterfly wings! It was the most pleasing sight I had ever seen. Thousands and thousands of butterfly-winged flowers all stacked together presented a scene that transfixed me.

Et bought me one in black with beautiful white spots and yellow markings. As soon as I held it in my hands and stared thrillingly stared at it for about a minute…the flower suddenly shriveled and the petals fell down on the flower. From these scattered petals emerged a volley of butterfly winged insects about the size of eagles. They circled me and bowed and flew away.

I asked Et what had happened, but instead of an answer I heard my mom calling and telling me that the school bus had already left. I grumbled and sat up at another shattered dream wondering why after all, had she woken me up when the bus had already left.

Then mom said, "Get ready grumpy heart. As you are late, Dad will leave you on the way to office." I ran to the bathroom and while brushing, my hand stumbled past something in my night dress's pocket. It was a Cloa-Cloa but the size of an ant now.............

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Do You Need A Burglar To Clean Your Home?

Ah….a burglar chose the wrong option to mess with the McKinnon family in Montgomery…yeah actually!

I was just reading this article: 'Couple make burglar clean their home at gun point'! LOL! I thought of sharing this wonderful news with you all, if you're ever in need of a janitor!!

When Adrian and Tiffany returned home after a week long vacation, they shattered down to see that their house was void of their essentials and the place was littered around with hoards of trash! A thief had burgled their home!

Their Centennial Hill home on Tuesday was emptied of almost everything the family of five owned. Adrian left the teary wife to her sister while he inspected their other belongings. But another shock awaited him as he entered his bedroom! As he walked in….a man in black stumbled upon him!

Yes it’s true….although it sounds crazy, Adrian caught the “dirty” thief red-handed. The silly thief also had the owner’s cap hanging on his head idiotically! The couple held the criminal, a 33-year old Tajuan Bullock at gunpoint and decided what to do.

Eventually, they decided to make him clean (yeah…you heard it correct) the house before the police arrived. Adrian ordered him about to clear up the things back into the cupboard and settle their belonging into the cabinets which had all been littered dirtily on the floor!

When the police arrived, we hear that the thief was impudent enough to complain to the policeman and accused the couple of unworthy behavior of making him clean the house…(Yeah…as if he was a sweeper and not a thief, eh? He…he…). But fortunately the inspector only laughed and told him that he could have encountered dire circumstances of getting killed or shot as the owner had a gun!

So…what I said absolutely true! And it was fantastic too….Tajuan could happily become a sweeper after he is released and after all, he is experienced too now!

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School, Studies, Nightmares!

Geography tells me America is here

While Biology troubles making human bodies clear

History tells me about what all has been done

Maths keeps on reminding, "There is no time for fun!"

Chemistry teaches me about atoms and compounds

While Physics reads out how the robots came around

English disturbs me with Shakespeare and Grammar

Environmental Education tells me not to stammer

And then they trouble me in my nightmares

As I dread failing in the tests, for all one cares

Now I know I'll die with a book in my grave

Inscribed on my tombstone would be, "Kids have to be really brave!"

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The Birthday Bash!

I had just heaved my bag upon my chair when I heard someone calling out to me. I wiped the sweat and turned back to look at a volley of familiar smiling faces all indulged in the daily morning chatter.

Then with a sudden excitement and liveliness in my steps, I ran to Sanjana (a really good friend) who was waving frantically towards me.

“Hey Meghzz", she said, “So how you celebrating Nandita’s Birthday?”. Nandita is a cousin sister of mine who is studying here and lives at a hostel as her university is far from my home. She is an utterly fabulous gal with a great sense of humor and a fascinating behavior.

“Huh”, I said, “Oh no! when was it?” I asked with sudden panic and fury at myself. Sanjana sneered at me and said, “So you forgot again, eh? Great! But this time I am not telling you when it was. Try to rattle your brain and remember it yourself. For your information, today is 30th December….” she said it all in one breath and left me desolate with my thoughts.

Today I write about something that happened with me few months before the holidays. Okay, so how many of you there reading my blog have a major problem of forgetting birthdays? My sincere sympathies to all. Well, I do have that really bad problem.

Birthdays are the most troubling things to remember. The cupboards in my brain are so full of English, Math, Science, friends, family, games, blogging…..that there is precisely no space left! So today I write about an incident which occurred due to this forgetfulness.

“Okay, you can do it. Yes, you know it. Yeah…the date’s 29th and then it has got to be January then.” as much as I recalled I became more certain and assured of my assumed day. So I frantically started on the celebrations.

Grinning from ear to ear, the next day I told Sanjana that I had remembered and even started saving on my pocket money! She looked at me with absolute disbelief and moved away, not believing a word of what I had said.

Finally as the D-Day arrived, I was all prepared. I had enough money saved to buy an exuberant bag as a gift. It was gold in color with shimmer increasing it’s exotic beauty. It had an ornate look which captivated the onlooker.

Armed with the gift and candles and a cake in hand, I headed towards her hostel room. I creaked her door open slightly and saw her studying without looking back. I fumbled for the switches and turned the light off. As she turned towards the door, I lit a candle and shouted or to be appropriate screamed hysterically, “Happy Birthday!"

I then ran towards her, thrusting the gift in her hand and giving her a bear hug. When I finally let go, she said, "Huh, don't you think it's too late? It's almost a month now! It was on December 29th you know and Sanjana phoned me to wish on your behalf as you were busy studying for the tests", she exclaimed with a raised eyebrow.

After a minute of pondering over my huge silly mistake, I burst into uncontrollable peals of laughter as I explained the situation to Nandita. Then we both had a really late birthday cake with each of us laughing our heads off!

Hello to all! I told you I would be back soon and so I am. I had a gala time and now I am getting busy with the loads of holiday homework. Thanks for all your wishes and I am trying hard to read all your updates there!

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In A Bid To Help Our Humanity .....

Equality amidst all, every human is our brother…..we have all been taught this; but have we ever done our bit to help humanity? It is worthless if you do not contribute in spreading the feeling of brotherhood and helping our mankind.

While you ponder over this, I have penned down how I could do that! I have a really marvelous and as usual, there is a streak of insanity in my creation too…..

I have always seen bony, weak structures [who in no way look human] dressed in rags. They dwell upon the side streets and call it their abode. These people live in such poverty and are so impoverished that they do not have money to wear clothes that can cover the body or to buy food that can fulfill their hunger.

Looking at them, do you not have pity and sympathy for them? Have you not always wanted to help them and make our country a better one? Yes, we all have! And to fulfill my desire, I will outshine the stars too…..

I would become a scientist and create and invention that stirs the world. An invention that can be of extraordinary use to humanity...an invention that can help all in need…an invention which abolishes hunger and poverty…an invention which benefits all!

Yes, you heard it correct! I would stand all day through in that stuffy little room [laboratory] with a green test tube in one hand and a red one in the other…watching the flames that burst when I mix them and the fireworks, I would endure! I would be called an insane, crazy scientist but I wouldn't care until I'd have completed my breath taking invention!

Now that it stirs your exciting nerves, I would tell you what it would be called! The name of my unique machine would be "The Ray Of Good Hope". It would be the silver lining in the sky for my fellow humans.

Now, what is it you ask? Okay….Now it's time I slid that black cloth from over my inimitable device. It would be a small compact machine with a red and a green button. With the press of a red button, the device would emit a golden beam which, if falls on any object (mind you, anything, I say!) could make it double it's original size. Yeah…a single grain of rice, could grow into a gigantic mountain, providing food for thousands of people!

It could abolish slums and provide a proper dwelling place, clothes and food for all. Wouldn't that be fabulous? This machine would make every person on Earth live a dignified life and would spread equality and brotherhood among all!

Being a little covetous, I would like to actually live in the small card house I've made at home! Just scared the wind doesn't blow too hard! I would also have loads of candies, chocolates and ice-creams…Wow! That's what I call "life"!

Being a benevolent girl, I would allow free usage of my machine to every needy person. Now, have I told you what the green button is for? The green button would be to rectify the mistake of any person and return the object to it's original size! So there's no chance of ill handling! (You see how intelligent I am??!)

Okay friends, I got to go now….And bury my head into the huge Science Book! After all, I have to work hard to complete my invention and the next time, I'll be sure to be back with some more of my unique creations….

Until then, goodbye…..

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The Murder

I woke up that night and saw a huge man standing near the door and his red bloody eyes were staring straight at me….

I rubbed my eyes and when I opened them once again…there was no one. I knew they were the initial hallucinations in this serene and silent night. There were terrible long dark shadows cast around the room as the moon beamed slightly through the windows and the curtains floated wildly in the wind that billowed in through he windows.

The bed creaked loudly in the tranquil ambience making my timorous self jump with fright. I looked around and for the first time ever, every sound I heard made my heart beat faster…..

Slowly yet steadily, I picked up the knife beside my bed and occupied with ammunition…..I walked towards my victim. I saw…lying silently in the darkness and so I cautiously stepped forward….every passing minute seemed like an hour as my sweaty palms fearfully advanced towards the motionless victim…..

There was no sound as I glanced towards the door…..no one there…so I looked back again…Then I raised my hand and closed my eyes…..silently plunging my knife into the victim…..

I opened my eyes and stared at the huge red patch…Finally I was glad…now I could get a larger piece of the watermelon before anyone woke up!!!!

He…he…what did you think?? Just can’t stop giggling :D

Looking Back ....

Sunday again and there was lots to do at home. Maya breathed a sigh of relief and sat down warily on the couch. Today was cleaning day and since their family was on a holiday last weekend, she would have to do loads of work today.

Mumbling circumspectly to herself, Maya got to work. She started with the old cupboard which contained hoards of items and could pop up old surprises, at any moment. She saw an old radio which was in the shape of a small square box with an even smaller dial at one end which produced strange gurgling noises when turned.

Lifting an eyebrow, Maya looked beyond. There was the doll that Mini, her daughter, had been given when she was nine. Now she was 15 and didn’t need it so it lay abandoned……with one eye popping out and her dresses worn and torn.

Suddenly a square piece of paper floated out and lay face flat on the dusty ground. Surprised, Maya picked it up. It was a black and white family photograph. It was taken years back when she was a young child. She saw her parents standing beside her and giving a screwed up smile. Remembering to tell mom about the awful dress she was wearing for the picture, Maya diverted her eyes.

Then she saw someone standing behind her mom. She hadn’t seen him at first glance because he was partially hidden behind the burly figure of her mom. The young man had a huge cap on and a large twitching mustache on his face. Maya remembered some movie villain when she saw him….after rattling her mind she remembered, it was Uncle John. Ah! How ummm….really different he looked. He still had the look of a villain and actually he was one too.

She remembered those dreaded days when Uncle John came to visit them uninvited. He sat comfortable on their couch smoking a pipe and not noticing when Maya coughed due to the pungent smoke in the air. He would then call Maya near and when she would be expecting a small gift that all other visitors gave, but from him, she’d get a pat on the back (which made her go tumbling forward on the ground) and bruised cheeks when he pulled them with his strong hands.

Being a military man, Uncle John had great many stories to tell about those days when he was fighting a war. He would start of unwarned when the others started wondering why in the world were they here, listening to him. All his stories were unbearably long, but the major problem was that he wouldn’t describe the bravery of the soldiers, but his benevolence. He was a military ‘cook’, mind you, so he would tell us stories about wars that were already over and where the weary soldiers were returning to the tent and how Uncle John would prepare for them some, healthy and tasty (?? Awww!) dishes. He told them how the soldiers praised him for his culinary skills (and going off to vomit secretly and swearing about him behind his back!)

He would tell unending stories about what he cooked, how nutritious it was, how very delicious his dishes were and blah…blah…blah….She remembered her dad going off to sleep during one of his long speeches and hearing him snoring softly, but Uncle John just didn’t care! He turned his face towards little Maya and continued along, not noticing her twisted face……He would continue long until dinner time and when mom set the plates, he would stand up, give a big yawn..stretch his hands and head towards the table…And when Maya gave a yawn he would start off with a lecture on how active he was as a child and how he never used to go to sleep but had thoughts in his mind even at bed time.

“Ah…yes, you are uniquely special (you know how!) and only you could do such things”, Maya mumbled to no one in particular ! And then, he would join in at dinner too….Yes, didn’t I tell you he was a villain? He would eat more than what the whole family could and mom couldn’t have prepared much due to the short notice. Maya would watch him finish the last piece of meat and the bowl of stew….which rightly belonged to her and laughing and showing his dirty yellow teeth and saying how Maya’s mom could have improved upon the dish, after eating around 5 bowls of everything!

He would then give a satisfied pat on his tummy and finally stand up! (And Maya would squeal delightedly within!) But still he would not go before giving an unnecessary piece of his mind to every member of the family. He would leave then, after telling us how much he enjoyed his day and leaving others mumbling about how he spoilt theirs.

Maya chuckled at these thoughts and with a pat on her head, got back to work. Suddenly she heard a doorbell…..She wasn’t expecting a visitor, so surprised, she wiped the dust and sweat from her face and ran to open the door. She opened the door and she was bewildered by the unexpected guest…….

There stood Uncle John, though with gray hair and mustache but hale and hearty as ever and starting off the talk with how dirty the house was and how Maya was not doing her job well and telling her a long story about how he did most of the work at home….

Maya sighed and sat down beside him…a funny smile on her face!