Thursday/Friday midnight: 12:15 am
Me: Net is working!
Chola: Shhhhhhh… Some one will listen.
It was in 9th class. We were on a school trip. In a bus, I had written a small Hindi poem. It went on to become a trippy thing for the rest of my school life, something which my friends used to take constant digs at me 🙂
Sadak ke kinaare, kal shaam,
Guzarti hui us neeli gaadi ke peeche,
Karun mukh, saumya chehra,
Sehmi si awaaz, bebas nigaahein,
Haathon me katora, aankhon me toote sapne,
Is paar khada tha main, us paar pada tha wo,
Hamare beech ek sadak ka faasla,
Ek zindagi ka faasla.
Last few days have been very gloomy. There are days when you don’t feel good for unknown reasons, there are days at a stretch too. As if dementors are around, invisible to us muggles, sucking away all happiness.
The fact that I was clicked and recorded in some funny manner few days ago seems so trivial now. After I talked to my sis (not the one who wrote the poem). She almost lost both her eyes last Wednesday. She is well now and warned me to stay away from UV radiation as much as possible. I shudder at the thought of what might have happened after a 5 minute exposure, when 3 second exposure can burn the skin.
I need loads of motivation for further work.
My younger sister (9th std.) wrote the following poem in 10 min and narrated to me over phone. I loved it, given that it was her first attempt.
Please note that Sacred Heart is the name of our school and ‘sister’ means the principal.
All mates kind and helpful,
All teachers nice and sweet,
This was the place I called my school,
Being admitted to it was a treat.
Years followed, time passed,
And then came the time I laughed last,
I spoilt my reputation with what I had done,
And also lost your trust which I had once won,
My name gained rank in the popularity chart,
And I was called the worst girl in Sacred Heart.
Aloof I suffered, aloof I cried,
To prove myself all I tried,
None understood the misery of this little heart,
Seeing it blamed all went apart,
Friends were there who always supported,
“We are there”, they often quoted.
The hush is over and the rumours nil,
Not for me, who is crying still,
Your trust again is all I need,
To gain it anyhow, it is my greed,
Promising never to repeat the task,
Your pardon, dear sister, is all I ask.
An advertisement we (Moli, Gautami and I) made for Young Birbals, a Student Consultancy Group for student startups, launched by the entrepreneurship cell of IIT Madras, C-TIDES. Special thanks to Sayash for the narration.
The subject reminded me of a t-shirt a friend used to wear. It had big bold letters saying ‘Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword’ spread across many lines. The first two words were in the topmost line and the space between them was unnaturally less.
Coming to the topic, I have decided to use pencil instead of pen. In fact, started using it already. The advantages:
- When wingmates come asking for pens which they never return, you can say ‘I don’t have one’ without any guilt.
- It’s economical – one pencil can last one complete semester.
- When people ask for notes for xerox, you can be sure they won’t benefit because pencil marks come very very faint in xerox 😛
First reason was the one I enjoyed the most, second one is fart, third one is highly unprobable – are people out of their minds to copy my (non-existing) notes? 😀