I chose to chanGe

They laughed at me

They called me names

They neglected me

Cuz I chose to change.

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I was stranded in the crowd

My eyes began to cloud

But they still laughed at me

Cuz I chose to change.

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Friends deserted me

Acquaintances conveyed their sympathy

Sympathy... thats something I hate

All this happened cuz I chose to change.

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There I sat with a grim face

Weeping silently in that little place

Never have I been in this state

But I am now! Cuz I chose to change.

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They are still laughing

Still judging me

But I won’t budge an inch!

Come what may, I’ll win this race

Cuz I know, its MY game!

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Yeah.. I chose to change!

Sausages and Champagne glasses!

Today, as I was walking down the road where my school stands, too many memories came gushing into my mind. There were so many little, happy and silly things that I did back at school. It's really funny when I think about it now. It'll be too hard for me to put down all the incidents but let me share one of them.

It was a bright sunny day. There was bull (as we fondly called our math teacher), teaching algebraic identities and there were we, myself and Ashy sitting in our scarred bench. I was giving the finishing touches to my champagne glasses, a lil' bit of shading here and there. As I was about to finish, Ashy grabbed my notebook greedily enough, saying it was her turn and then she turned over and started scribbling down her soup bowls and burgers. We were having our own little laughs every now and then, relishing our vignettes! We were actually calming our hunger pangs doing so, as the lunch break was AN HOUR away and our little bellies were already on fire!! As my turn came, I started sketching down huge, appealing sausages *mmmm* on the paper, while Ashy was muttering curses up on every single carnivore on earth.
'Shuttttt up ash!'- I barked.
'You shut up! whats your problem?'-she barked back.
'You are my bloody problem..how can you not like sausages??? you don't deserve to live on this planet! '- I said.

and she softly replied with a "moron", followed by a "*****" and for another 10 minutes we cursed each other and threw each other's stationeries around, hitting the unlucky heads :D .

All of this was suddenly disrupted by a bulldozing voice -
'ayye rasscalllss get upp! vaat are you duying?!'
Oopsie! We just realised we had done enough tamasha to distract bull from teaching. My heart was pounding hard as bull walked toward us cuz she was very famous for leaving bulky hand prints on the cheeks! Both of us got up and said we were just copying down the crap that she was crapping on the blackboard. Like duh she dint believe us and she grabbed our notebooks to find Ashy's blank and mine *omg..omg..! my cheeks!!!* filled with a whole page of food display! :D

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After a few draggy moments of apologetic and shamefaced drama, I and Ash had to spend the next five minutes outside the classroom. Hearing the cheerful hubbub and imitating bull, we were acting like two self-lost maniacs. The bell rang, bull came out to find us laughing around and seeing her I couldn't stop sniggering... Kya karen childhood problem hai yaar...I suffer from non-stop laughing syndrome, especially in wrong siuations:(

I felt like throwing up seeing princy's smug face, ridiculing us. The 3 of us were inside the Principal's office. While both, my principal and bull were pitying our respective futures and advising us, I and Ash were standing there, our heads facing the floor beaming at each other sideways. Yeah we were a lil shameless (lil??) ;) . The day was followed by a major parents scolding session as the news of our *misbehaviour* somehow reached them.
Now, if you assume that was the end of our devilry...nah you are wrong!

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It was a cool windy day. There was Koms (our lovable 'SST' teacher)cracking her usual pjs, boring her admirers with her past life stories-astrology n bullshit and there were we - myself, chandu, thaks, cd, ashy and the whole row playing name-place-animal-thing-swear words!

STOP
STOP
STOP!!!

Yeah, I can hear you say that. Heh. You can guess the rest, can't you? ;)

*yaWn*

I sit alone in my room,

not knowing what to do.

I am done with all the chores,

is there more you could ask for?

The air is musty and boring,

I can hear my soul deeply snoring.

Deep down I desire for fun,

this desire seems to be ever undone!

Then, I decide to play the strings

but, nothing perfect seems to ting.

Yet another gloomy night,

there I am, fighting my plight.

I open the window and oh!

and, oh I face a thousand stars,

they promise me they're not very far,

a cold wind gets me to jump,

my adrenaline begins to pump

and, now I feel I shall survive d slump.

I close my eyes to get some sleep,

to find myself in the world of dreams,

my heart jumps and hops with joy,

I hear the beep and I say oh boy!

its a new day, hope it does not annoy! :)

looPy daYs

There I am sitting in the left hand side corner of the last bench. Tiny droplets on my forehead, staring blankly at my question paper. I've filled only 7 pages till now. Yeah 7 pages of cock and bull stories! And it's already half past ten which leaves just an hour more for the exam to get over. 'Just' an hour? It is one BIG hour! How am i gonna pass it? damn... Hands on my head I try to recollect what I've learnt. Nothing comes up. My mind is blank. Then, suddenly I hear a familiar music growing louder every second. I look up, to see everyone staring at me. Hell! it's my phone and it is right next to me in the desk!........... the invigilator comes rushing towards me.....I make up my mind to get a sem drop, my heart's beating like greased lightning!
"Divya! It is already 10! How long will you sleep????!! Look your phone is ringing! Get up at once!!!"
I spring up from the bed, totally flabbergasted and I stare at mum.... whoAAAAAa! It was a bloody dream! Ha!..... And thats kavz calling me. I beam at mum like never before and she leaves the room a lil' confused.
This is how most of the days before my exams passed, full of nightmares! Rather loopy. Still recovering from a horrible exam trauma. :D

the Clash of Frequencies

Gone are the days when teachers used to nag us for presentations on various subjects. Back at school I have done many projects and presentations and one of them is 'the clash of frequencies', that i had penned down with a little help from my friends ash and swetha for the English class.

'The clash of frequencies' is all about the clash of two stations on the frequency band of a radio, one airing a cookery show and the other, a cricket commentary. There are 3 characters-

commentator 1(was played by ash)- C1

commentator 2(swetha)- C2

cook(me)

Here it goes..it has to be read fast to enjoy. Please don't mind if it is too kiddish as i wrote it in my 8th grade!

C1 : good day! isn't it sir, perfect for a tiring match.

C2 : indeed it is.

COOK : welcome to our show- spice'n bites! today I'm gonna make some lip smacking pav bhaji. the dish consists of the following ingredients- 2 sour tomatoes,

C2 : sachin, saurav, zaheer,

COOK : garam masala, chilly powder, some roasted

C2 : dravid and sehwag

COOK : now heat some oil in the sauce

C1 : field and Pakistan has won the toss and they choose to bat

C2 : the match has started.! sir, how do you think the starting is?

COOK : it is getting heated and now you can add some chopped

C1 : audience who are cheering their country.

C2 : the opening batsmen are very energetic and are giving superb

COOK : salt to the dish. now boil 2 potatoes

C1 : sir, what do you think about taufeeq and anwar's performance today?

COOK : let them boil for some more time until they are cooked.

C1 : that's a big wicket! sayed anwar is leaving the field with 101

COOK : sour toma!toes. now add some garam masala and the best brand of garam masala is

C2 : that's an LBW! and it is the fifth wicket for team India

Mandira Bedi : namashkar! extra innings mein apka

COOK : pav bhaji is getting ready

Mandira Bedi : the Pakistan team gave an awesome batting performance and

COOK : the onions give a smacking taste to the dish

Mandira Bedi : the Indians have bowled well. we have 'super fours' brought to you by Airtel. waquar younnis is hitting

COOK : turmeric to the dish

C1 : welcome back . pak score is 201. now the indians need just 202 to win this match. here comes

COOK : chilly powder

C1 : to the field

COOK : and now mash the

C2 : fielders

COOK : and add to the bhaji.

C1 : sir, do you think akthar would take this wicket?

COOK : sour tomatoes would always do better for the

C2 : that's a very good catch by waquar younnis , sachin leaves the

COOK : sauce pan

C2 : without finishing his century....

C1 : dravid is playing very well

COOK : the dish is almost ready....

C2 : only 2 more runs!

COOK : for the pauv bhaji to be ready

C2 : its damn hot and the cricketers are sweating a lot...

COOK : aaahhaa! and that smells wonderful

C1 : whoa that's a beautiful six by dravid! India has won the match and the men in blue are shinning

COOK : you can add some fresh cream for garnish.

hope you liked it :)