Once upon a time in 2008
In advance.
Have a very merry christmas and a happy new year. Well, since this happens to be my blog I would like to tell what all happened to me in this highly momentful year 2008.
January was a headache and so was February and March. Always, exams consume that time.
April, I entered my tenth board class. I was very much excited. It was a challenge for me which I had to win. I got my own study room in April too. And I showered it with posters and all. Bookshelves were installed and lot of other things were done.
May and June, were quite uneasy for me. I was studying like mad in holidays. In May, my cousins came and in June I went to my cousins place. I had an enjoyable summer vacation.
July, school reopens. Hmmm. And something more happened. I started writing my second book A Tenth Board Story – Where Edges Meet (ATBS). Also somewhere near 6 July, I also went for the Bal Shree locals to Bhopal. I was qualified.
August, ATBS was in progress and I was enjoying writing it. It was during that time that I made out that writing is not my hobby, it’s my passion.
September, was quite quiet except for the fact that I had qualified for Bal Shree Zonals. I went to Bhopal again and had a nice time there. Though like the last time the domination was still of Hindi over English but the numbers of writers in English had increased. Last time there was only one writer in English, yours truly. When I returned, one of the best things in my life took place. ATBS was completed. In barely two months.
October was quite jovial and happening. Diwali and Dussherra were there to be celebrated and a lot of birthdays in my family also fall in October so it was well. Also ATBS was read through and through and was now ready for publishing. It was sent to various publishing houses. Also I was waiting for my Bal Shree results. To be honest, I wasn’t sure that I will qualify.
November, on its first day only I got the good news. I had qualified for the National Level Bal Shree Camp in New Delhi. Wow! Later was just a wait for them to begin. Also I started blogging, which has now become my cup of tea.
December, the last month of the year gave me my most prized experience. My tour of Delhi for the National Camp of Bal Shree awards was a great time. I made a lot of friends throughout the length and breadth of India. For details check out the travelogue I wrote in the travelogue category.
And now, today is 23nd December. Eight days for my best year to end. It’s not every year that you finish a book, reach nationals of a competition and give your class tenth. I’ll remember everything of this year. Discovering my passion, visiting Delhi and learning to enjoy every second of life.
I’ll celebrate this new year like never before as a tribute to 2008 and I’ll welcome 2009 with the rest of the world.
Tell me how your year was. Keep rocking.
Respect BIOLOGY
Some days ago I did a post regarding my dislike to a school taught subject called Biology. Well, a lot of people responded to it. Most of them, negatively. And no one said to me that Shival, please stop it! Bio is a good subject. That’s why they teach it. Everyone said that yeah, Bio bores and there is no need to study biology.
Well, my dear Biology is a great subject. I have a deep respect to bio and it is so deep that sometimes I cannot even find it. Yes, biology can be sometimes boring as it is not such applied as physics, chemistry and mathematics. But it is a core subject. I used to think that people who are weak in maths always took bio but now I know, from my interaction with some new friends that people weak in bio also take maths. Some people love bio too. Bio gaves is biotech, biochem, pharma, medicine, cures, vaccination and LIFE.
Principles of bio can do what the principles of PCM can never do. It can save and give a life.
So people, respect biology as a subject.
Aww, forget it. Maybe I got carried away. I hate bio.
Lol!
Let’s Find A Way!
Hi folks. In Delhi, we were given a task to write a poem about the Taj Incident. It was session number 3 and was on 5th December 2008. I am not praising my self but I really liked this one. It’s called Let’s Find A Way!
That night the sun set as demise
Like it would never rise
Some men crawled inside
The Taj at real late night
They were very young
and spoke a foreign tongue
And their knives were not blunt
for innocents at the battle front
Pain and Agony didn’t hide to say
The terror didn’t subside to say
That please spare a day
Let’s find a way!
Those who live by the gun
always die by the gun
But the guests of Taj were innocent
what made them to pay the rent
of life which was only their
Their families ran here and there
shouting – Give me my son!
My daughter, my everyone!
And then they were also caught
like gunmen were never taught
That please spare a day
Let’s find a way!
I cry and cry and cry
The governments did try
The bravest and the strongest
took no time to digest
that DEATH was next door
LIFE wasn’t furthermore
but still they left and fought
and all the terrorists were shot
Some brave hearts had to die
Some brave hearts made us cry
That please spare a day
Let’s find a way!
The walls of the Taj are stained
Blood is all drained
People had to die
Families had to cry
Fear was in the eyes
HOW MANY MUMBAIS
will be murdered everyday
Like there’s no holiday
Like there’s no way out
Like some fool has to shout
That please spare a day
Let’s find a way!
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The Enemy Inside (Continued)
Hello my dear friends. I’ve lit some candles.
The post was not named the Enemy Inside just like that. It meant something.
Mumbai seems to be at peace. Mr. Ratan Tata has now raised Rs. 5 arabs for the reconstruction of the Taj. Most bollywood stars have also increased their security. Mr. Amitabh Bachhan and Mr. Aamir Khan have expressed their concern on their blog (follow link, if you want to). People throughout the country have given a silent candle light protest. They have said that we will not tolerate any form of terrorism again. Never again.
The reaction given to them by the so-called leaders were, ‘Its the kind of thing ladies do when they have no work.’ and ‘small small things keep happening in big big cities.‘ What can we do now? When peoples gravest feelings are called works done to replace idleness. Or when the loss of more than hundred lives is called a small thing happening in a big city.
All of you know me and those who don’t, I am only a small town teenager from central India. I have no political aspects of viewing what is happening and has happened. The only thing is that I want to stop reading the newspapers now, stop watching the news. So many have died, so many had to die and so many just laugh at their painful death.
I’ll never go to the Taj hotel. Not even if Mr. Tata renovates it for a dozen arab rupees. The ghosts of the martyrs will never forget its seven star luxury. They will wander there for ever. They will have no peace, only wait. An endless wait for justice.
I cannot let this happen but yet who am I? Does my blog make any difference? Do I make any difference? The people who usually make differences are now dusting their shirts from the ashes left after the cremation of the martyrs. Terrorism has no religion. Neither do we, if we ignore it.
So just forget what you just read. Forget what I ever wrote. Forget what happened at Taj. Forget what’s wrong. Just draw your blanket and sleep tight. Stay asleep till the bomb explodes from under your bed. Stay asleep when your parents cry at the loss. Just draw your blanket and stay asleep.
It’s time we should lead those leaders.
Tell me what you felt.
The Enemy Inside
Hello
Although ‘Atithi devo bhava’ has been the attitude of Indians for welcoming people from other countries, the ‘dev’ we only find from them is Yamraj. It’s so pathetic and so disgusting to find people dying right in front of you on TV. For the first time in my life, I watched the news lie three hours in both days of the Mumbai operation.
The terrorists. What do they think of themselves, I still wonder. Yeah, we welcome them. Cool, you are our athithy, so come loot us and murder our countrymen. We do nothing to you. We keep donating towards your country in times of crisis. And you come into our country and rape our security.
And by the way, I heard some saviours of Maharashtra and Mumbai also existed who wanted to throw all the north Indians away for security and peace of the city. Where the hell are they now? Tight asleep with dozens of bodyguards lulling them?
The Taj and the Oberoi were one of the finests hotels in India till 26th November.
They continue to be so. But something is not there. That trust which is lost.
Tourism industry has faced a decline already and other great hotels throughout the country have also recorded loss of interest. Home ministry was supposed to be answerable. SO we got an answer! Yippee! The answer is that the home minister resigned. Did it really mattered now?
The politics tried to use the national shame as medium of political fame. Right, the newspaper said something like this Let’s pay our tributes to the martyrs. Vote for XYZ Party.
I often critcise the media for showing nonsense on TV but now I congratulate them for keeping us updated with the operation.
Nothing left to say, friends. It’s number of times over in Mumbai, Delhi and other metros, once around in every rare city you only see on the atlas. From 9/11 to 26/11. We don’t have a choice. Next moment, next second you can hear that a bomb exploded in the other neighbourhood and the girl you admired since childhood died in it. Or your best friend exploded into pieces when he touched a random bag on a floor. Or the dead body identified on the local news was of…
My hands shatter when I write.
Why not to worry about exam
Hi all. The weather’s so cool today. I mean the cold cool not the other funky meaning of the word cool what we normally use. I’ve been working on blog design recently and I will add a brand new page where you can play flash games made by me. But wait for that. By the way, I’m not promoting anything, but I would suggest you to watch Yuvvraaj (hope I spelled that properly). It’s a good, decent movie.
As usual, your host has got something to bore you. It’s a story (not again!) that someone told me long time back.
This time it’s four friends who studied late night for their exam next day. Let’s name them Ram, Shyam, Mohan and Rahul. All four equally talented and prepared.They had to give a big, big paper, say IIT-JEE. Is that Okay?
Ram was worried about his result. He was worried that even if he tried his best, he was not destined to be at IIT.
Shyam was worried about competition. He was worried that even if he tried his best, there a million of other people better than him. How would he make it?
Poor Mohan was worried about the result and the competition both. He lost his interest in the paper before even giving it. He lost before he fought.
But Rahul (not to be confused with the famous Mahajan) was neither worried about results or competition. He was confident on his preparation. Something that was on since class X.
That night no one slept except Rahul.
Next day they gave their paper. After some weeks the results came out and only Rahul could crack it.
So the moral of this story is, well, DON’T care a damn about results and competition.
Try your best and forget the rest.
Sorry for boring you. But I’ll try to improve. Can you tell me how? Comment!
Improvement against Establishment
Greetings.
We often come across two factors in our day to day life. One is the mighty Establishment and other is the scope for improvement. Establishment is, well, more or less, established. Unmovable, unalterable and so on. Improvement is always expected. But sometimes Establishment and Improvement battle.
Sometimes what we do for improvement goes against the establishment. Just like Galileo and Copernicus, their discovery of scientific truths went against the Catholic establishment at that time. But their improvement in the erstwhile theory was for the benefit of science. In fact, Science is nothing but improvements done on establishment.
Law on the other hand is too complex to be improved. At least people like me, who know neither head nor tail of this subject definitely cannot comment on its improvement, but yes, here also establishment is minor to improvement. That’s why we exist and the law is nearly flawless. This establishment welcomes improvements.
Language is the most established thing in the world. But still, little more than ten new words are added to the dictionary every year. Improvement.
If such important things like Science, Law and Language can welcome improvements, why can’t we offer a little improvement to our established tradition of living.
So today, establish a new improvement on the establishment of your life.
If we can improve, we can establish. If we can establish, we can improve.
Now, please, establish a comment to suggest an improvement.
The Story of English
“I can talk English, I can walk English, I can dance English because English is a very funny language” – Amitabh Bacchan, Namak Halal (1982)
Today I will write something what happened with a boy who also thought English is a very funny language.
Once, not long ago, there was a boy who got appreciable marks in English every time. This time also the world expected him to get marks what others would dream for. This boy did his paper well too.
The teacher came and distributed the English answer sheets randomly and this boys answer sheet went to a boy, say A, who was this boy’s very best friend. A whispered into this boy’s ears that he got low marks. The boy signalled him to increase them a bit. A, for the sake of friendship and happiness of this boy, obeyed.
A increased 4 marks for this boy, without question. The English teacher also held this boy in high esteem. This boy was the most honest boy in the class, she probably thought. She entered the increased marks without question.
This boy became happy. Finally, he would get his 90% target achieved. But inside it hurted him. A voice inside him cursed him and shook him. The boy kept thinking of how cheap and characterless person he was. He was falling in his own eyes. His very best friends also got divided on the questions. Some said it didn’t matter as most of the class played with their marks. Some said it mattered.
The boy was confused and faced a dillema. The constant sound the termites of guilt made while eating his mind tortured him. How can he do this? Cheating? Falseplay? Was he like this?
Unanswered questions smashed into himself. Like darkness converging into his eyes and mind losing connections with the brain. What to do? What to do?
The boy took a firm decision. The marks go to hell! The rank go to hell! The prestige go to hell! He said to make the guilt inside him go to hell. The boy stood up. His friends supported him and opposed him at the same time. The friends who supported him didn’t want his morals to lose, the friends who opposed him didn’t want his rank to lose.
This boy went to the English teacher and abruptly said, ‘Ma’am, I played with my marks. I accept my fault and confess. I don’t want those extra marks. I don’t deserve them.’ The teacher got confused. She asked him to total the paper again. She expected him to be the most honest boy she ever met. But he was adamant on his voice. Ma’am looked at him with a clean eye.
‘I can award you those marks. Nevertheless, the marks have been entered. At least you have been honest.’ She said and smiled. Not guilty, her verdict said.
The boy felt the guilt flush away. He hugged all his friends and finally smiled after the whole day. The morals and rank both maintained their existence. The morals won and the marks became the trophy. The boy got the second highest marks in English.
Who this boy was?
I still wonder.
Biology
It is the first other than book post so please read carefully what a student has to say to you.
Some people get nightmares about Maths, some about Eng, some even get about Phy and Chem. But I never get nightmares. Not even for biology, my least loved subject.
But today the revelation of Biology marks in the half-yearly exams made me realize the inbuilt hatred fo that subject in my heart. I didnt always hate biology. I remember last year I got full marks twice. But now, my low score in spite of studying so hard is too much to handle. I am not complaining. I got low in Hindi too but I never said I hate Hindi. I am not saying this because I have a love for Maths and Physics or because Bio is not taught properly in our school. I hate Bio in general.
Why I hate biology, I dont know. Perhaps the reason is I don’t know how urea travels inside the body or I dont care how plants “translocate” their damned food inside their body or how the food travels in the stupid “alimentary canal”.
Well no comments for Bio-lovers, but certainly if any bio haters like me exist, leave your precious comments. Or tell me about your other least loved and most hated subject.
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First of all I need time to renovate this thing up and add my stuff. So pls give me some time. I want you to go through it after this. I have a lot of inside to share to you so you have to be a regular guest for me.
For instance the latest news with me is that I am going to participate in the National Balshree Award 2008-09 for the Creative Writing nomination for which I have qualified for the nationals. After nationals, I will be telling you the good news.
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