Monday, October 13, 2008

Of Sea Shells, and lay ups

// Listening to "Yeh Tumhari Meri Baatein - Rock on

% Plus have had an overdose of matlab and c++. Thats y the comment lines :)

/* This is not a serious post.. i realised i cud never write a post when i plan to write one.. there is an unfinished post n i dont feel like getting back to it.. */

Two places i love - the beach and the basketball court.

Wind in ur face, sound of the waves, sand in ur feet, and the salt on ur lips when u lick them after a while at the beach, footprints, crabs :), moonlight. I used to call the Surathkal sea princess, and we used to play a game. I ask yes or no questions, and if the answer is yes, princess kisses my feet..

Basketball court, laughter, hardwork, sweat, hoops, lay ups, defense, offense, hardeep & anusha, Tara, Mona & Suz, Shish,Esh,Tina & Mittu... The court is like a place of worship for me. I have no masks on while I play my game.

The one thing that is common between the two is that here I can be myself and let go of all my inhibitions, I am accepted for whom I am, I am celebrated for whatever I am worth.

I am all of 22. I have a huge friends circle. I am the confident, "extrovert", Ideal HR person. But is it the real me? Why am I afraid to be myself with ppl? Why am I worried about people judging me? Why do I care what others think? Why do I feel like I have to conform?

Cuz even if i dont I still have my beach and the basketball court.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

NPS - Batch of 2004

Faces of old and faces of new,
People we know and people we knew.
Growing together then drifting apart,
always an ending and now a new start.
At graduation we all grow nearer
and all our friends seem so much dearer.
And as we say our goodbyes,
One last embrace and one more cry,
A "keep in touch" and a "promise I will"
A "remember when" but better still,
A place in my heart, you'll always stay,
That is what's said as we go our own way.


14 years of learning, associating, collaborating with the best; 14 years of friendship, happiness and a myriad of other emotions; agreeing - disagreeing and in the process learning how to agree to disagree; 14 years of my life which can safely be termed as all my life; I have been part of this outstanding institution called National Public School.

I have made the best of friends and have had the greatest of times; I have learnt to adapt to changes, to work through difficulty, to appreciate and celebrate differences, to never ever give up and to always believe in my dreams and myself. But most importantly I have grown as a person in ways more than one, here at NPS.

I have been in the safe hands of my alma mater and it is time for me to step out from this protective cocoon, as a beautiful butterfly to explore the big mysterious world outside. Just as a diamond is worthless if not cut to the right precision, a stone remains a stone without a sculptor; in the same way, a person remains as just another face in the crowd without the right kind of environment and coaching. In providing us this platform and this environment, NPS has played a very pivotal role.

We the class of 2004, are now at the threshold of a completely different, exciting and new phase of life. Each one of us has decided or is trying to decide what line of career/education we want to pursue, either ways being sure what ever we choose we have the inner strength and grit to make it happen.

Being NPSites, a lot of values have been inculcated in us and also a lot of expectations set on us. It is up to each one of us to live up to these expectations, to outshine ourselves, to prove that the sky is not the limit, to know that success is a journey and not a destination and to hold the NPS flag high.

I personally, have had a lot of fun, lot of experiences, both good and the not so good. But School life and particularly high school will be a time that I look back on fondly. It's hard to believe that in just a little while I will be graduating and moving on to the bigger things.

But now for the class of '04, the great and "marvelous" years of high school are coming to an end. I must admit I'm going to miss it. I’ll miss the familiar homely and warm environment of school, I’ll miss wearing uniform (because every morning I’ll have to decide what to wear in future), I’ll miss all the mischief and all the pranks that I was part of, I’ll miss being captain of Pegasus (and the one who is trying to tell others not to do mischief!), I’ll miss the computer lab and the basketball court, but more than anything else I will miss all of you.

In all seriousness, I am going to miss a lot of things. Events, teachers, friends... To be honest I'm a little scared of leaving. I've been going to school for almost as long as I can remember, and now...what now? The truth is, I don't really know. However, I know that what ever lies ahead, we will have the courage to face it and succeed at it.

To you my dear friends, I say the World is but a small place and we may be meeting sooner than you think and to NPS my dear alma mater I say in the words of Tennyson like the BROOK “students may come and students may go but you go on forever...!” We the class of 2004 wish and pray that our beloved school grows from strength to strength and redefines standards each year “Making Competition irrelevant!!” As for students coming and going it is the nature’s law that “Old order changeth yielding place to new” so there will be other students who will come but we know that the Class of 2004 will be remembered by NPS as a unique batch with a blend of all qualities. I’ll miss you NPS!

My Petition for a cell :D

// Again when I was in 1st yr engg... sad attempt! :D Notice the sms lingo! lol! dont blame me! I was 18 then :D//

This is my petition for the cell
My idea I will try and sell
And various reasons I will tell
As to y without it is hell!

U & I try 2 get in touch time and again
But all efforts are in vain
And it becomes such a pain
That is y a cell is a gain

Phone lines in surathkal are 4ever bad
They are bound 2 make anyone mad
Do u see that if the cell I had
To get in touch wud be so much easier, Dad!

So I hope my case is clear
This time without emotion or tear..
Now I hope my points u will hear …
And give me a chance with the cell, dear …

As I spent so much time
To try and get this poem to rhyme
I think it is right to claim
For a cell all the same!

Eighteen :D

// Wrote this like ages back! Thanks tony for reminding me I can write :) It sounds like I am a 2 yr old //


Money in my purse doesn’t just go ching

A few hundreds are actually seen!

There are times when I think

Thank God I am eighteen!


With teen controversies, life’s not simple

World seems so hostile and mean

Calories, hair, and those wretched pimples

Oh god! Why am I eighteen?


Permanent driving license

Voting rights, damn clean!

Head and heart full of sense

Thank God I am eighteen!


Younger brother who is smarter

Reduce fat, become lean

Still want to be a dad’s daughter

Oh god! Why am I eighteen?


I am an adult now, I decide

Thank God I am eighteen!

But why do I feel like a child inside?

Oh god! Why am I eighteen?

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Tears



I read this sentence in this book "Mr God This is Anna - Fynn".. Your eyes are like windows. God makes u cry, when there is a lot of dirt accumulated on the windows. Tears help wash off the dirt and see sunshine.


It probably is true.. I always feel better after I cry.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Anger

I m angry. I know the reason of my anger. But i dont know whether i m supposed to be feeling angry for the above mentioned reason. Hmmm.. screw it.. for once i dont want to gauge whether what i m doing is "right" or "wrong".. like there is a clear distinction between the two.. blah whatever..

I m angry and if being angry whatever may be the reason.. comforts me.. or strengthens me.. then so be it....

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Four lettered words - i dont knw the meaning of..






Pain.. four letters.. a powerful word..

A sensation -A cut in your flesh, a bleeding wound, a gash in ur skin
Or a lack of it - A deep loss, chasm in your heart, an empty feeling
I stand in the rain
To numb my pain
Clutching tightly onto the sand in my hand, now trickling.

Love.. four letters.. a powerful word..

A gift on your birthday, a wish of success, a teddy bear, a kiss
Or the million sacrifices for that one moment of happiness
I sit in my alcove
Thinking abt love
Holding onto my treasure chest, memories of pure bliss

Fear.. four letters.. a powerful word..

Spooky nights, horror movies, ghosts, an apparition
Or the realisation that your loneliness is truth, not fiction
None can see or hear
What is this fear?
Trying to shut out the millions of images.. the premonition..

Luck.. four letters... a powerful word..

Crossed fingers, four leaved clovers , tooth fairies, shooting stars
Or the appearance of an angel, only sane thing in all this farce
"Doesnt last for long, chuck..
Dont rely on this thing - luck "
Hoping against hope, this joy it brought is not fleeting, not sparse