Its that time of the year when students eagerly wait for their tenth or twelth grade exam results .My brother has written his entrance exams now and is waiting for his results too…and I think back of the times when I was waiting for my Tenth results…the moment is still as fresh as it happened yesterday…
I was a bright student and one of the top rankers in my class, but unlike most of the other toppers I was not as hard working…and so my mom always told me to work harder as people have high expectations..she told me that I should score more than 90% in my board exams (90 % then was a very high score and mostly impossible to get) , and I was sure I will never get it….hehe
The day the results were coming, we had chemistry first year quarterly exams, and although nothing about the results could go tht wrong, I was dead nervous…it was like my pen wouldn’t just tilt on the paper….and so I could say tht even if the results came good or bad, I was sure to fail in the exam I was then writing…hehe
And then somebody said tht the results were put on …and I still remember that I just wanted to fly away or just disappear from there…. I told the teacher tht I finshed writing and need to go out .. but she said I have to wait until the bell is given… and I swear I was so angry tht I thought I would hit her.. and then finally the bell rang and I ran out of the class… just realizing moments later tht my heart was pounding out of my chest and tht my feet were so numb to walk further..i finally made it to the noticeboard where the results were put out… and my little sister also found her way out near me and started to search the notice board for my marks… and since I was so confident tht I wouldn’t top , I started my way up the list from the last name ….and my nervousness took full control that I just couldn’t find my name in the list..lol… I thought I had failed…and my sister shouted saying that im the third highest scorer in my batch…. I couldn’t believe what I heard.. and couldn’t believe what I saw after that …my percentage was 91.4%...and I had achieved what I never thought was possible..
And then my best friend chai also came though and saw tht she had also performed really well… and what we did after that was quite embarrassing to think of now … but for us, at tht moment, I didn’t think anything a t all mattered…. We hugged each other so tight and started shouting and dancing at the centre of the school ground…. We knew there were lots of strange looks …. But who cared….we were on top of the world and that’s all what mattered… I had made my parents proud and for me
I had achieved the IMPOSSIBLE…..
Monday, April 26, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Happiness in bounds
Happiness can be defined differently for different people.
For a mother, it could be the birth of her child whom she had in her womb for 9 months. For a father it could be the graduation of his son after which he is going to make his father’s dream come true.For some others, it could be getting their daily bread. For others it could be living without fear of getting raped or molested. For some it could be a thought that their loved ones have survived through a day at war. For others it could be when their son has come back home alive after being at the war.
I have never tried to run behind happiness in my life.. never felt the need to … I had always thanked God for what he has given me and I have learnt to be content, to compare with people who are less privileged and less fortunate than Im .
I come from a part of India where being fair skinned mattered. And I used to be very upset that I was not fair also taking into fact that I was born to very fair skinned parents. My grief just grew when my sister was born fairer ..she looked like an angel… and I envied her for years…Through my early teenage, I think I grew darker coz of my darker thoughts… I always wanted to be fair.. and also used to try most of the fancy face creams which claim to make us fairer.
Once I was travelling by train in India, and saw a girl in the next compartment…. She was beautiful , fair and any one would have looked twice at her without doubt. Her Hair covered a part of her face and when the wind blew it off… my heart ran through a chill. The other part of her face was burnt. She had bruises over the eyes and forehead… and if someone looked at her from that end, they would have just said…ughhhhh. i went up to her and asked her what had happened and how bad she felt after the accident.she told me that she was not sad, but happy instead. The accident was terrible and she was happy to survive after that . she lost her parents , but somebody had rescued her little brother. And so she was happy to be alive for him , to be able to take care of him. Usually people after listening to her story would have sympathized with her. But for me, it was a new chapter in my life. A feeling that one has to be beautiful from inside, not outside. One has to be fair from within too.It changed my life forever… I have never felt the need to be fair after that ...after all it takes God just a split of a second to take away all that he has gifted.
The incident had made me live again and made me very realize that Im beautiful the way Im. I was glad to overcome what I thought was my biggest grief.i smiled to myself… I was happy …..
For a mother, it could be the birth of her child whom she had in her womb for 9 months. For a father it could be the graduation of his son after which he is going to make his father’s dream come true.For some others, it could be getting their daily bread. For others it could be living without fear of getting raped or molested. For some it could be a thought that their loved ones have survived through a day at war. For others it could be when their son has come back home alive after being at the war.
I have never tried to run behind happiness in my life.. never felt the need to … I had always thanked God for what he has given me and I have learnt to be content, to compare with people who are less privileged and less fortunate than Im .
I come from a part of India where being fair skinned mattered. And I used to be very upset that I was not fair also taking into fact that I was born to very fair skinned parents. My grief just grew when my sister was born fairer ..she looked like an angel… and I envied her for years…Through my early teenage, I think I grew darker coz of my darker thoughts… I always wanted to be fair.. and also used to try most of the fancy face creams which claim to make us fairer.
Once I was travelling by train in India, and saw a girl in the next compartment…. She was beautiful , fair and any one would have looked twice at her without doubt. Her Hair covered a part of her face and when the wind blew it off… my heart ran through a chill. The other part of her face was burnt. She had bruises over the eyes and forehead… and if someone looked at her from that end, they would have just said…ughhhhh. i went up to her and asked her what had happened and how bad she felt after the accident.she told me that she was not sad, but happy instead. The accident was terrible and she was happy to survive after that . she lost her parents , but somebody had rescued her little brother. And so she was happy to be alive for him , to be able to take care of him. Usually people after listening to her story would have sympathized with her. But for me, it was a new chapter in my life. A feeling that one has to be beautiful from inside, not outside. One has to be fair from within too.It changed my life forever… I have never felt the need to be fair after that ...after all it takes God just a split of a second to take away all that he has gifted.
The incident had made me live again and made me very realize that Im beautiful the way Im. I was glad to overcome what I thought was my biggest grief.i smiled to myself… I was happy …..
Monday, April 12, 2010
Girl seeing ritual for weddings in india
I have always wondered why is there a ritual in india for the guy and his family to come and see the girl for selecting her for marriage.. I mean it sounds worse than writing an exam… one might get so bloody nervous… I mean u dress up for the “show” and then the guy comes with his family for the interview…
I guess how much nervous/anxious the guy could be at this point. And I have heard my friends and cousins say that they ask very strange questions…whats your name, how far did ur education take you, do you know how to cook….I have also heard strange things like they make you walk , talk and sometimes even sing… I mean … pathetic…
I was also wondering what would I do in such a situation….but you know what … god had something totally different in store for me… I had to go through a language test…. Lol….My husband wanted to know if I really knew the languages that I had written on my biodata, and so he was very frank about it and asked me to speak in different languages…hahha… it was a lot of fun… in two ways… coz this was something completely unexpected and I knew I was succeeding in my point that I really did know the languages… I mean it was like a virtual first win over my husband…lol… and thank god that all of this conversation was thru the phone.. it was like a phone interview…and so didn’t have much difficulty when he really came to see me in person….
But I guess its high time now that the system changes… I mean girls must also get the privilege to go and see different guys.. and ask them stupid questions and check out their talents…lol…. I just wish the time comes soon …..
Saturday, April 10, 2010
U n ME
thinking of writing my first blog abt the most important people in my life .....hmmm
whom to start with...my father who always taught to look ahead in life or my mother who always taught to fight problems and always to do the right thing..., my sister who always was my inspiration of hard work or my brother who always taught me how to keep cool even in the toughest situation..., my friends who were always far from me... but always at a thought away, in sorrows and joys...,my past relationships which taught me tht family values are more important than anything else in the world...,my husband who redefined the word LOVE for me... who taught me that love is above the romantic candle night dinners and the shahrukh dialogues ...its about caring , sharing and understanding the real you....or those angels that GOD sents us when we cant share something with any of these people...like a light at the end of the tunnel or like a spook of sunlight through the dark and grey clouds.....
i really cant say who was more important ...i just have started believing that everyone comes into ones life for some reason... a reason sometimes so evident and sometimes so vague which becomes clear only when the time is right...we are all mere puppets .... like kites in skies...sometimes coming close...sometimes far....sometimes forgetting we are at the mercy of someone else who holds the strings...
whom to start with...my father who always taught to look ahead in life or my mother who always taught to fight problems and always to do the right thing..., my sister who always was my inspiration of hard work or my brother who always taught me how to keep cool even in the toughest situation..., my friends who were always far from me... but always at a thought away, in sorrows and joys...,my past relationships which taught me tht family values are more important than anything else in the world...,my husband who redefined the word LOVE for me... who taught me that love is above the romantic candle night dinners and the shahrukh dialogues ...its about caring , sharing and understanding the real you....or those angels that GOD sents us when we cant share something with any of these people...like a light at the end of the tunnel or like a spook of sunlight through the dark and grey clouds.....
i really cant say who was more important ...i just have started believing that everyone comes into ones life for some reason... a reason sometimes so evident and sometimes so vague which becomes clear only when the time is right...we are all mere puppets .... like kites in skies...sometimes coming close...sometimes far....sometimes forgetting we are at the mercy of someone else who holds the strings...
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