Hostel Hostel (Not the Film)

Hey Blogmates…long time yaar!!  As usual…yours truly takes the blame for this long long long hiatus! I take complete responsibility and accept any punishment for this crime… Anyways, you know what? I have been living in a hostel for the past 3 days and am simply loving the experience!!! I never thought it would be so much fun!!! But it is… *touches wood*… and I hope it continues like this for the next few days. Anyways, I have highlighted some of the many many many experiences that have made this experience worth writing about, and so here they go!!!

1.)    No worry about the clothes to wear…just get into anything (and anywhere in front of anyone of the same sex.)

2.)    Rejoice when you see that today lunch includes a special Chinese menu (in the most unhyginicaly prepared manner) as opposed to the usual soggy rotis and dilute dals…

3.)    Lying on your friend’s bed forever even though he frustatedly has been banging the door of his own room for the past one hour.

4.)    Living in a universe of people of only your age group (with some adult aliens here and there.)

5.)    Consoling each other and sorting out one another’s worries to the best of your capabilities.

6.)    Cracking jokes and talking non sense till eternity.

7.)    Nicknaming people (examples include Depression, Angels & Demons, CS i.e Chain Smoker etc.)

8.)    Deciding where to go- CCD, Dominoes, Subway or Dosa Plaza.

9.)    Completing each other’s homework.

10.) Missing Home. 

LISTEN TO THE ENGLISH TEACHER...

Hi Everyone! I have written a poem on something I really beleive in...though let me warn you that the poem itself is not that good. But still, I would always appreciate your views on it!

Listen to the English teacher,
reflect on what she says!
Each word of hers, worth its weight in gold,
each thought of hers, can enlighten your soul!

Embark upon a journey,
across the seven seas,
when she begins to read out,
those beautiful stories!

Flow with her serenely,
on the boat of emotions.
When she reads aloud her poetry,
get drowned in its lyrical ocean.

Enlighten yourself as she narrates,
the beautiful experiences of life!
For there is abundant wisdom in her words,
that can sustain you till the moment you die.

No history teacher can explain the mind of an emperor;
no science teacher can applaud the work of God’s Hand.
If there is one person who can do it,
it’s only the English teacher who can!

Again I say,
Listen to the English teacher,
reflect on what she says,
She unites you with the Universe,
And this is definitely no child’s play!

'BUY'OLOGY

It is said that a smart investment never goes waste. Keeping that in mind, I feel that schools should make some smart consumer choices and purchase a few things that’ll never go waste (assuming the current circumstances persist in the future too!)

1.)    In house GPS: I remember having to submit a Science notebook before the 5^th Period to a teacher. But by the time I found her (and that too in the music room) I had already crossed the deadline (and lost a lot of weight having searched around the school) Thus, she refused to accept my book.  A GPS will surely help solve this problem.

2.)    Sound Proof Walls: We seniors are always disturbed during times of our ‘serious’ studies by the junior classes ‘din. Ok, just joking, we too make an equal amount of noise (if not more.) In such a case, sound proof walls will be heaven for both us and the teachers!

3.)    Canvasses- There seems to be an enormous amount of urge amongst students to express their talent of visual artistry...on desks, behind notebooks, computer screensvers and so on. Having a canvas will surely provide the satisfactory medium for all this (hopefully!)

     4.)  Ultra Safe Security Vaults- This is a VERY important device needed to protect the most sacred item of school life...lunchboxes!!! And sadly enough, it is one’s friends who rob them of their lunchboxes...and the delicacies in them

Neo Studentism- An Open Letter

Hi Blogmates...long time no see! i have finally got the authority to publish my Open Letter....uncensored version! Hope you like it, and do comment if you agree!

OPEN LETTER TO A TEACHER….

Dear Teacher,

Gone are the days when both of us would sit under a banyan tree wearing bark clothes and I would have to obey each and every command of yours. If you would ask me to go and fetch a fallen bead from a 40-feet deep well, I would have to do so, no matter what. If you would ask me to walk 20 miles and pluck a flower, I would have to, no excuses. If you would ask me to cut my thumb and give it to you, I would do so without thinking twice. ALAS! Not anymore.

For I have changed! And that too a great deal. I would rather push you into the well, drag you through 20 miles and slit your throat itself. Ok, just joking. I won’t. But the point is that, gone are the days of the old “Guru Shishya Pratha.” And if you expect us to behave similarly, we won’t. Today, we can look you I the eye and answer you back if you ask something unjustified or unsound. For we aren’t gullible, unquestioning and susceptible as we were before. Why? I don’t know…maybe our new generation of (Apple)s and (Blackberry)s is 2 steps ahead of their predecessors. Whatsoever the reason may be, we aren’t as naïve and vulnerable as before!

Don’t get me wrong. We aren’t adamant or arrogant or ill-mannered. We absolutely love, admire and look up to our teachers…. but only if they earn our respect. And this respect is earned not by dumping extraneous work, mocking one of us in front of others or by highlighting our inabilities to not do something. It is infact earned by casually interacting with each of us throughout the term, giving extraneous work (but explaining why it actually has to be done, how will it help us etc.) and constructively teaching us how to do the stuff we are not actually able to do. And then you watch how each one of us admires you. Even if you are the worst in this Universe (which you are surely not since you’re still reading this letter), your students will simply love you. After all, it is You who are going to instill some wisdom into us, essential for our survival in this world.

Who am I to say all this? Well just another student! Every other student will want to tell you this (or perhaps, something even better than this in a better manner.) Sure some of us are simply hamburger chomping, soda gulping, video game addicted couch potatoes. We get into all sorts of troubles and don’t know about the innumerable trials and tribulations of this journey called life, which most of you have largely experienced. But at the same time, some of us are the very same people who spearheaded numerous protests world over. When time came, we did leave our hamburgers, sodas and video games for larger reasons.

Sincerely hoping to have not offended you by any means, I end my letter here. Hoping to see a new you soon.

From
The New Student

Guilty As Charged Blogdosts

Hallo Everyone!! I have been ridden in guilt considering my very regular posts! (hope you understand the sarcasm.) But then, I had my reasons (like ammmm... amm...)....but seriously, I had my exams was very busy. I am definitely going to compensate with my new ser of articles....which includes an Open Letter and many more! Hope you like it! Till then, All the Best folks....Have Fun and Spread Positivity!

The Swan

Hey Blogmates…. First of all sorry for the long delay in this post of mine! (I see that this is happening quite often.)  Anyways, I have just posted a poem that I wrote a while back. Its inspiration is an international icon (a female let me add.) I remember when this world famous someone was just a few metres away from me on the 13^th of July and I had absolutely no idea! Talk about bad luck…I sooo wish I had noticed her, I would have gone and taken an autograph. She really is not a very big favourite of mine, but somehow she was the inspiration to this poem.  Curious about who am I talking about…well, maybe the title may strike a bell (maybe not…most probably.) Well, no one will probably know who she (NC) is…

THE SWAN

The swan walked across the crowd,
Everyone stepping aside for her,
walking, yet flowing like a fluid,
Her strides making Hearts stop,
Her eyes, staring towards the Heavens,
where She lives & truly belongs…

Walking on a carpet of roses,
She, adorned with glistening stars,
smiles, towards the flashes alight.
Her Smile, that kills a million hearts….including mine.
 Her Smile, that sets to roll several trades.

It makes some jealous, some aspire,
that why She get a path of roses? 
But little do they know, it wasn’t so always,
the path was thorny, and bumpy,
it had teasers, mockers, scorners, scoffers,

Her eyes downtrodden, sad and conscious,
She adorned by nothing at all,
Had only one thing to cling on to-
Her Inner Strength.

P.S  If any of you can guess who am I talking about, or if you have a unique interpretation of your own…do comment!

MY FAVOURITE NOBEL LAUREATE

“This little flute of reed thou hast carried over hills and dale, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.”

These utterly beautiful lines were written by a person, who was not only the First Nobel Laureate of India, But also the First Nobel Laureate of Asia. Indeed, I am talking about , the one and only, Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore.
 
Rabindranath Tagore is truly my favourite poet, not that I read a lot of poetry, but still, he is my favourite poet :P!! The reason? Well, I feel he has that quality to actually delve ddep within his extremely refined mind and bring out such pearls and gems of thoughts, that may be so simple to look at, but difficult to understand. What I mean by this is that, you would be banging your head in frustration trying to pick out one of the many meanings of a line, so as to be in coherence with the next one. This truly demonstrates the multidimensional nature of each line of his poem. (How does he do that?)

Moreover, he has the ability to actually put forth these complex thoughts in front of a common man in the form of…say…his stunning paintings, his soul stirring music, his interesting stories (they always make a good read) and The Ultimate…his beautiful poetry. And it is actually THIS talent, or rather THIS ‘multitalent’ of his that makes him one of the few persons India has contributed to the Global Creative Community.  

Tagore’s poetry are not just words or phrases, they are emotions. They contain the bliss of a peaceful night, the glee of a babbling infant, the melancholia of a distant cowbell ringing, the serenity of a sweet flowing river, the passion of an ardent Kama and the fury of a fiery Kali.

Gitanjali or Song Offerings was his collection of poems that actually won him the Nobel in 1913, and it is truly a wonderful composition. I’ll be honest, I did not understand the deep philosophical meaning of it, but what I did admire was the sheer genius with which he used vocabulary to create music. His poems were humble as he was, but majestic as his soul was. Initially written in Bengali, and then translated to various other languages.  But no matter what language, his poem still retained the force with which they penetrated the heart of the readers. This truly demonstrates the universal quality of his poetry. Not only were they ahead of his time, they couldn’t be held by any language as barriers.

In the end, I would like to say that I am a Science student. Thus, one would always find me in the middle of tests and exams and assignments and practicals and viva and record books and projects and ….. It is usually in these trying times that I am reminded by my favourite Tagore lines that say, “Oh Almighty! No matter how deep a trouble I find myself in, do not redeem me! But empower me enough, so that I learn to fight with them myself.”