When the date is set for the taking of pictures for the Year Book and your classmates start bringing their cameras to school to capture every possible moment left …
You know the end is coming.
When the date is set for the taking of pictures for the Year Book and your classmates start bringing their cameras to school to capture every possible moment left …
You know the end is coming.
Apologize (Timbaland feat. One Republic) and With Me (Sum 41) are the current favourites.
Sometimes friends who might have faded into oblivion have a way of walking back and picking up not quite where they left off.. and it’s a nice feeling
It is now the last-but-one-month. I can’t bear to think of saying goodbye to that lovely building!
There is something comforting about seeing a pond with goldfish in it.
I spent half an hour arguing with a bunch of friends over the pronunciation of the word ‘stupid’. I like Stu-PID. While some like saying StYUpid.
Also, the dog managed to lock us out last night for about 20 mins.
Don’t ask.
So today I got to attend “Renaissance 2007″, a program hosted by the Rotary International District 3190 to
“to inspire the younger generation to contribute for the development of India”
(as quoted from here). The highlight of the event of course was the address by Dr. Abdul Kalam, our ex (sigh) President. The event was attended by around 5,500 students from a 125 schools from and around Bangalore. We arrived at the KSTLA (Karnataka State Lawn Tennis Association) at 8:30 am, and I expected rigourous security procedures, but we weren’t even checked once! They didn’t even ask for ID, even though we were specifically asked to carry our ID cards!
Anyway. once we were settled in, Dr.Kalam arrived promptly at 10 am and was greeted with a thunderous round of applause from all around the stadium. He talked about the key role of the youth ( to excel in studies) and recounted his own past experiences as a youngster. Hesaid that the three key people who affect the youth today are the father, mother and primary school teacher. His talked animatedly, and asked the audience to “repeat after him” several times He also talked about the role of knowledge and courage in the youth and the need to start with keeping our own places clean as it would keep our homes clean and therefore our state clean and therefore our nation clean!
Dr.Kalam asked the audience to raise the hands if people wanted to become engineers, and several people did. He then asked about doctors and administrators, and again a large number of students raised their hands. When he asked about political leaders, however, only a few ( yours truly included) raised their hands which led him to stress on the need for more smart and intelligent young people to get into politics!
All in all was a once in a lifetime experience and I’m glad I got to go
It’s been one those week’s where everything that could possibly happen did!
Lets see..
Monday : Geetanjali Chitnis gets hit by a bike while crossing the road. Geetanjali Chitnis lies on the road for about 5 mins wondering “why didn’t my life flash before my eyes!?” before realizing that she is in fact alive. Yippee. So Geetanjali Chitnis picks herself up, and walks away. Nobody came to help. Nothing major happened, thankfully. Just some bruises on my ankle, calf and hip. Ouchie.
Tuesday: Nothing much happened, stayed at home because of afore mentioned incident.
Wednesday: Geetanjali Chitnis walks to bus stop wearing lovely white kurta and freshly washed jeans. Geetanjali Chitnis stands at bus stop, thinking “oooh its raining maybe wearing white wasn’t such a smart-” when WHOOSH! A car whizzes past, splashing yucky brown muddy puddle water on lovely white kurta and freshly washed jeans. Great. Geetanjali Chitnis also gets nicknamed “RoadKill” in school. Heh.
Wednesday on the way back from school: Geetanjali Chitnis is on her way home after a long, tiring day in school because of upcoming interschool fest. Geetanjali Chitnis is waiting to get home and change out of muddy clothes when the bus that Geetanjali Chitnis is on decides to break down in the middle of the Hebbal flyover. So Geetanjali Chitnis and three other girls on the bus get off the bus and wait at the side of the flyover for rescue cars to arrive, while the boys push the bus to the side of the flyover. While waiting, of course, Geetanjali Chitnis nearly gets run over by two buses and three bikes ( yes, I counted). This is so not my week.
Thursday and Friday were pretty much uneventful.
Saturday was a busy day because we had our fest. Busy busy day. But fun.
Sigh. What a week.
Came across this while researching the Rome-Berlin-Tokyo Axis :
Some Italians born in this time were named Roberto, which briefly acquired a new meaning from “Roma-Berlino-Tokio”.
From here
Very interesting although I don’t know how far true that statement is!
So I finished my first set of exams on Friday. The next set will be in January and then my finals in *gulp* March.
I dislike commenting on how my papers went, since my answer will invariably be held against me either at that time, or later! However, I did figure out that one of the secrets to writing an ISC exam is to actually write everything you know about a particular topic, regardless of if you have actually finished answering the question.
(Does that make sense?)
Oh I expect I should say something about this.
Well I don’t really know what to say. Disappointment? Sure. But then I guess he is one of those people who cannot function at all without without being comfortable with his situation himself. So if this is what makes him happy, then I’m sure it was the right decision to make.
Oh and on Friday, I gave in to temptation and bought one of those smiley-faced yellow stress balls :
But I know, deep down, it’s only a matter of time before my dog discovers its existence no matter how well I hide it in the desk drawer.
Sigh. Life is harsh.
In a couple of days, I’ll be beginning my last year of school. According to the school calender, January 25th is scheduled to be, officially, my last day. I’ll have to go back for my results and other things of course. Then, the next time I go to school, I will have to wear that “alumni” badge.
A lot of times, I’ve thought about how it would be if I had been one of those kids who’s studied in different schools. Would the changes have made me a different person? They would have, I guess. Maybe I would have made friends a lot more easily. But then, when I hear a “oh my god you’re so lucky to have studied in one school”, I think of how lucky I am. To have stayed in one environment, to have grown up in a familiar place that has provided consistency in my life without me even knowing it. To be able to greet almost every teacher that passes by me in the corridor because I’ve been taught by most of them. To able to visit the Elementary School building, and walk inside all the classes I’ve been taught in. To be able to drink from the same water fountain I drank from since I could barely write. To walk past the sand pit I played in and made “soft sand” in. To look at the bridge in the Adventure Playground and remember how scared I used to be when I had to jump off to prove to my friends that I wasn’t a chicken . If I had gone to different schools, my memories would have been scattered all over the place.
It’s impossible to list all the things this school has done for me. No matter how cliched it sounds, this school gave me everything I know.
Expect a lot more school posts like this. Sigh.
The last two weeks have been busy and exciting, what with me turning 17 and the ending of 11th grade. Which is why I titled this post as “Hello, Goodbye”, because I’ve had to welcome new things, and bid farewell as well..
This has to have been one of the best birthdays of my life. It started of with me juggling three different cell phones at 12 am on the 30th : my mom’s, my dad’s and MINE! Yep, I finally got my own phone (all the people who I regularly complained to be about how unfair it was that I didn’t have my own phone – you can heave a sigh of relief now !) ! When I got to school, most people remembered which was nice. What was especially nice was that my Lit teacher read out a Sylvia Plath poem especially for me
The fun began on Saturday, when around 16 of my friends came over for lunch. It was amazing fun just to be around most of the people that I enjoy being with on my special day, and to add to it, there was some yummy biryani too ! After lunch, we all changed out of our “nice” clothes into clothes that we could get wet in because..
WE HAD A WATER FIGHT!
And boy oh boy was it some water fight! Armed with some incredible water guns that my friend brought along, plus the garden hose, we got completely drenched ! I felt 7, and not 17 , and it really didn’t matter at all! Everyone was soaked to the bone by the time we were done, and we enjoyed every bit of it. After that, we sat on the porch to dry up, with some of my mom’s amazing chocolate mousse to keep us company.
The best part of a party (after the company and food ofcourse) are PRESENTS , and I got such really lovely stuff !
The fun didn’t end on Saturday, but carried over to Sunday, when a bunch of my “non-teenager” friends came over for lunch. The highlight of the afternoon was the unwrapping of some curiously familiar presents (hehe) and one completely unexpected one -
A fantastic , black, and insanely beautiful 30 GB video iPod! (A big thank you to everyone who gave me the one thing I wanted the most after the phone !)
School, meanwhile, was really hectic as we drew near the ending of 11th. We 11th graders had to prepare for the Graduation of the 12th graders, and so most of time was consumed in that . While sitting through the Graduation ceremony this evening, it finally sunk in that the time had finally come to say goodbye to some people who have always been around in school, and that I was probably never going to see some of these people again. On a more selfish note, I realized that next year, I would be part of the Graduating class and would have to *gulp* leave school, and that I was now a Senior. I wish my seniors who graduated today all the very best in life , and school’s not going to be quite the same without you guys around !
So all in all, 17 started off on a high, and hopefully it will remain that way for a long while..
Sigh.
Last year, when I was in the 10th, I would day-dream about how life as a Humanities student would be just wonderful. And now, here I am, enjoying every moment, but wondering how I’m going to :
and manage to have read and understood every bit of:
by the end of the year.
Where am I going to have time for spare reading??