Adieu

Who would have ever thought that this would happen to him? I heard about Major Bhanu Pratap Singh and it affected me deeply. He made himself immortal on this earth by his heroic gesture. What else can a person gift his motherland than his own life wrapped in blood? Nothing can be as supreme as it. What would his parents be feeling after losing their son who was too young to die? What about his wife, who has got her entire life lying ahead of her, who would perhaps lose all her youth in living the life of a broken widow, lamenting on the death of her husband? And his 3 year old son who didn't even know what was happening around? Today, I saw his picture in the newspaper where he was standing with folded hands in front of his father's body and that poignant scene actually brought tears in my eyes. Nah, I didn't know him before I read about him in the newspaper, that too my mom told about it. But you know, there's a kind of strong bond between people on this earth. You won't feel good to see a person suffering from anything. It was piercing to know about it and it created a strong disgust in me for all those 'murderers' responsible for his death. But, I stand in a great honor for him, for the person, who could have chosen life but instead decided to grab the traitors and do something for his nation and yes, he succeeded. Nothing could have been great than his selfless sacrifice for his motherland and I feel great to be a part of a country where such great men are born. A salute to him!

Another Day with mixed feelings....

Why don’t I get through anything I try to do? Today we had our elimination round for the selections of ‘good debaters’. Our school has got 3 invitations from different schools for inter-school debate and there were six people to be selected in all. I knew that it would not be an easy task to get selected from the students of std. 10^th to 12^th, which brim with great debaters. But still, I gave myself a chance having a little hope of getting in. I prepared my debate well (atleast I think so), I m not saying good but yea, it was quite ok to stand with the pieces written by the veterans in this field. And, I was quite confident with it. But in school, when I got to know about the rebutting round, I got nerve.

I thought I would go later and as there was no time left, the judges didn’t hear the complete debate. That’s where I went wrong. May be the people who were the first ones to speak their parts got the advantage and got selected. Well, I would like to clear that I don’t hold grudges against anybody, or I am not envious too, but enraged with myself. You know it hurts to lose, even if you are not good at something. I just felt a bit dejected that time, but yeah, I am glad that my best friends got in (no sugarcoating here) and I truly did. Why shouldn’t have they?? After all they are the BEST. But now I m ok with it.

And you know, I surely was very confident and never felt jittery while exhibiting my piece.

But the other half of the day was pure bliss. It was so wonderfully great. You know, sometimes you just want to forget all your apprehensions in life, everything and just want to be free and become a small carefree child again. That’s what I did to perk myself up. I went to a near by park with my friend (now what I m telling u may sound silly to you and may prove me a lune) and enjoyed the see-saw rides. YES. You read it absolutely correct. It was so much of fun going on the slides and the swings and rejoicing the see-saw rides. I got a bit conscious too thinking what other people might be thinking about us but then I just didn’t give a damn about it and did what I wanted to. It was fun. Believe me. Try it out sometime. Wow. The other half of the day made me forget all my unhappiness of the morning. And it made me high-spirited again. Now, I’ll try to be better the next time. Wish me luck.

Jab I met …

Well, m not here with another story pertaining to love or something of that ilk but something diametrically opposite. Today i.e. on 9^th July 9, 2008 , I was en route to my coaching classes and was driving my bicycle in a haste as I had my first science test in the institution and hadn’t prepared anything (Reason: I was more interested in watching Imraan-Genelia’s new flick), so couldn’t get the time to study. So I had my theory notes in one hand and I held the handles with another and was totally engrossed in the former job, my eyes were on the theory sheets and as I was nearing my destination, I was crossing the road , I checked for anything that was on the way and after being sure that the path was clear and safe for me to cross I took a turn but at the spur of a moment a stupid brat appeared there at such a high speed as if he was having a race with the wind or may be he was a ‘Dhoom’ freak and he didn’t even care to apply breaks and – zooooooom!!!!Bahhhhhhh! there he hit the back of my cycle and he fell. Now, He fell, that itself implies that he was guilty of that tiny-miny-terrifying “accident”. And, on tht he asked me “road dekhkar cross kiya karo”! stupid fellow! I accept that am a careless driver, I really am sometimes but this time I swear it wasn’t my fault. He should have checked his speed at that delicate zone. Anyway, God is there to save. Thank God.

Finally back on track

Well yeah, the school’s reopen and life has been set up on a fixed track. Waking up at 6 in the morning, getting in the school uniform, setting the bag with the books meant to be taken to school according to the time table (it won’t matter if you leave a book or two, or don’t even bother to take any), and then leaving your house to reach the bus stop on time, of course in a haste and you end up forgetting some of the must-to-be-taken things.

After a couple of minutes, you reach school, after the first bell has already been rung, and you run all the way to your classroom, keep your bag anywhere, and move to the ground for the assembly where you have too stand (urgh) for around 15 minutes (even more if the day happens to be Friday). Then after all those prayers, articles and daily announcements, you reach your class and look for your ‘lost’ bag which you find somewhere lying on your foe’s (may be) seat (gee, here you exchange grumbling expressions). Then you finally find a place to sit, sometimes, next to the person you find stupid but you have to maintain a rapport in order to get through well for the next 5 hours (reluctantly). This is when you class teacher comes into the picture and takes a tedious attendance where you can’t resist talking and finally forget to make her aware of your presence and when you realize this, she has already incepted teaching. Err. Ok, forget it.

The whole day moves on, period after period goes the same and you feel like yawning after getting cheesed off by studying for around 1 & a half hour (wow, such a long period). You are finally elated when the bell rings after the 3^rd period and rush out of the class to meet your best buddies. And all that while, you get so engrossed in a tête-à-tête that you don’t care about the Tiffin your mom made for you with so much of love. Nah! It’s not tasty. Well you have not even finished gossiping and ‘ting ding ting’. You reach your class and then study, study and STUDY. And to make the things even worse, you are under another pressure of studying ‘hard’ this time and are perpetually reminded that you have your boards this year. STUDY HARD!! After fighting with the boredom, the school gets over and you reach your bus. Oh sorry, before that too you undergo another round of stupid-but-interesting talks with your pals. After that you reach your home back, and without wasting a second, change your dress, have your lunch and rush for coaching. Urr, well after 2/3/4 hours you return home and then again studies. (This will kill someday). Have your dinner and go off for a long sleep. Next day goes the same way. This is how the life of an ordinary teen (exceptions are always there) goes. It’s tedious and tiring. Yeah, but there’s no way to escape it and it’s up to you to make it exciting.

Now I realize that I have grown up. WHY?

A way to Heaven

What people of my age often reminisce about is the time they had spent with their grandparents (nana & nani). They tell how their grandpa/ma’s narrated them stories to get them into sleep or how they used to relish spending time listening to them and hoe they used to scold their moms and supporting them in the silliest thing they did. In vacations too, most of my friends usually visited their grandparents. But here I am, standing aloof with this brigade of my peers. I was around three months old (as told by my mum) when my nani left for heavenly aboard.

Albeit I had my nanaji, I wasn’t as close to him as generally people are as I hardly used to meet him, for he lived somewhere else than with my uncles. So, I never got a chance to spend some time with him. And I was too small, perhaps 5-6 years old, when I was in a constant touch with him. So I don’t remember that time. After that I met him at the time of my eldest uncle’s death, three years back. I never had that close bond with him. I was aware of his presence but had no clue as too where he was or his well being.

My mom often told me how great he was. He had been, perhaps, the most loyal, veracious and a dependable man in uniform. She says that he epitomizes a perfect honest officer. He was so benevolent that he had never hurt even a thief behind the bars. In his life, he had achieved a lot of admiration, respect and applause. And this is what makes me feel proud. But I lost him too. The day (14^th June ’08) is a dark page in the diary of my life. Though I never had that affectionate and loving bond that a usual pair of grandfather and granddaughter has, still I feel that ‘YES!’ somewhere, somebody was there in my life, who has gone beyond my reach. I saw my mother craving to catch a last glimpse of her dad, weeping and fainting every now and then, and that scene still makes my heart beat faster. I just can’t imagine how she must have been feeling after the loss of her man, who brought her in this world. I pray that he remains happy and peaceful where he is. I MISS HIM!!