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07 October Bye!I'm done with Live Blog. Blogspot, here I come!
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Meet me there! 15 March What about you?There is just so much competition out there. At every step, there are 300 guys fighting for footing when only 10 can remain standing. In a simple Indian Class Room, there are 60 students. In Bishop Cotton Boys' School, there are 60x8 students per standard. You must be a person with a completely different caliber to come first in the class, let alone the standard. And the scary thing about it is that this is only Bishop Cotton Boys' School. What about all the other countless schools and the rankers there? My parents keep telling me that there is so much competition. They keep telling me that because there is so much competition, I have to be so much more than what I am; that I need to top the school and the city. I never understood them. I always figured that I was getting my marks and that was enough. Ah, how wrong we can be. What about you? 08 March The End of an Era.
Goodbye, old friend.
Ah, how far we've both come! I will really miss you.
Last night, I sat up and watched seven episodes of my most favourite show. And, with that, it came to an end.
I'm sure you might have heard of DragonBall Z/GT either from myself or from someone else. And if you don't follow it, I'm sure you wrote it off because it was just another cartoon with a lot of fighting in it. But, I can personally vouch for the fact that that is not true. I've been a fan since my 4th standard year, and at the brink of my 12th, I still am. Nobody tolerates me talking about the show, and I mean nobody. So don't worry, I won't talk about it. But, like I said earlier, it's like saying goodbye to a really old friend; a friend you've shared laughs and gasps with, a friend that you could always depend upon to satisfy that manly urge of fighting one gets, a friend that's always there to be there.
I know I'm not one for blogs such as these. But I really miss the show, damnit! It's taught me so much and given me so much happiness. I once completely cried in a barber shop because the show started at 6:00, and it was 5:56 and my hair wasn't cut as yet. And when I convinced my mum to reschedule my appointment with the doctor just so that I could watch another episode. And when I was just learning to use the internet, the first thing I'd have to look up would be DragonBall Z/GT. I read up on all the stories and episodes because Cartoon Network stopped showing them. I once tried to download a 300 MB file with a dial up modem of some 24 Kbps. Boy, was my dad angry or what :).
And these are just a fraction of stories I can tell you about my Not-So-Childhood Obsession. It's also taught me so much just by character analysis. After watching the show, I WANT to have the 'never say die' attitude. I also want to fly, but that's besides the point :).
Some of you won't understand anything I'm saying. It WILL be Greek and Latin to them. But Thomas, don't write off something you don't know about. Open your mind and think of Microsoft claiming bankruptcy. It's something like that.
I guess, there is nothing else to really say. Goodbye, dear friend :). Drop in sometime and I'll receive you with open arms :). Or, more aptly put, with an open heart :).
29 December A living reality.The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer. With every aching second that passes by, the number of disgruntled people increases. There is so much hatred in India today, so much animosity. And, truth be told, it's expected.
Imagine a man who lives in a village. He has a family to sustain but no work by which he CAN sustain them. So he travels many many kilometers to a beautiful garden city; a city with hopes and dreams; a city where a software professional is born every 0.9898989 seconds; a city which is home to thousands of Multi National Companies. He arrives and realises that he can find no work, no housing and no money. His thoughts are always with his family, eagerly awaiting some money that he is supposed to send them. After much struggle, he gets a job, if that's what it can be called. It's his specific duty to open the door of the Apple store in Forum. It's his job, if that's what it can be called, to welcome the young and the old with equal courtesy and bow as low as he can with every greeting. His journey to work from the slum he stays takes him exactly 1 hour and three quarters one way.
He isn't earning too much; hardly enough to sustain himself, let alone his family. He sends them 3,000 of his 5,500 Rupee pay check per month and does his best to manage with what he has. And, all the while, every second of his work life, he sees young, spoilt, wealthy teenagers who are out to spend their parents' hard earned money. His blood boils every time he sees the tubby kid walk into the store with some new complaint about how his latest gadget isn't in working order. Further, he feels like smacking the boy down every time the boy gives him condescending looks. He sees food he can never afford. He sees happiness he finds very hard to attain. And at every moment of his work life, he wonders,” Why. Why?! Why?! WHY?!" These questions hit him when he sees the tubby boy and thinks of his own, malnutrition-ed son. He, compadres, is a man ready to blow.
At the beginning of this blog I asked you to imagine. Now, I ask you to shed any and all imaginations. This man is a living reality. He is everywhere, yet nowhere. He's your security guard. He's your driver. He's your dhobi. He is everywhere, yet nowhere. An Angry India is brewing and this generation is definitely going to feel it's wrath. I firmly believe that when you're dealing with people such as these, be very courteous. Smile and always say,” Thank you." It would make his day a li'l lighter, and make your tomorrow a li'l more secure.
09 October On The Theory of Connectivity of Energy. [Must Read]Aim : To prove that all spectators watching cricket at home play a crucial part in the proceedings of the game and the final outcome.
Means : Pure, unadultered Physics and a whole lot of common sense.
Proof : Let us consider the Indian cricketers on the field and the spectators at the ground and at home as a single system. Now, Einstein proved that all bodies attract all other bodies with a certain gravitational pull that is directly proportional to the mass of the body. This implies that each cricketer on the field and every spectator is experiencing a pull from one another.
The sum total of kinetic and potential energy of a system remains constant. In this case, we'll consider only potential energy as only the distance of two or more objects is necessary.
Now, if the cricketers are playing well, all the spectators must stay in their EXACT positions so that the potential energy remains the same and hence, the cricketers will continue to play well. Any sudden movements or change of positions could alter this energy and hence, the cricketer will invariably be inconsistent in his performance. This implies that the spectators play an enormous role in the victory of Team India.
Reason why Team India doesn't play well consistently : Due to India's big population, there are more number of shifts in the position per second. As a result, the potential energy keeps varying and Team India plays inconsistently. Also, when Sachin bats second, more people pace around the room in tension, hence, the variation in potential energy is maximum when the li'l Master Bats.
Reason why Oz play well on a consistent basis : The Australians are known for their beer. So, a huge percentage of the population are out cold after the first few deliveries themselves. This ensures that the potential energy doesn't vary as much and they perform their best.
Assumptions : Here, we assume that only the cricketer and the spectators of his nationality affect the proceedings [ Come on! I'm only in the eleventh grade! ]
Personally, the BCCI must publish this proof and put the blame firmly on the shoulders of the Spectators. :)
This is on a lighter note. But, if we were to think about the implications of 'G' on a serious note, we'll learn that stars SHOULD affect our behaviours and patterns of life due to their tremendous size and the continuous movement from and to them because of the revolution and the rotation of the earth. 09 July He's the guy who sits in the corner and watches. He's the guy who sits in the corner and watches. His eyes are wide with expectation, though his heart is already heavy with the thought of knowing he won't be included. He watches anyway. What else can he do? He's already worked out all his math homework. He's already upto date with all his studies. Maybe he can read his english poem one more time. But he decides to watch them anyway. He observes everything. He sees the smiles. He hears the screams. He feels their joy. And, at the same time, he feels no joy of his own. He's the guy who sits in the corner and watches.
They're all around us, aren't they? The ones who aren't as popular. The ones who don't have amazing friends who'd do anything for them. They're just as nice. They're just as human. I hate it when I see one of them. Once a friend in my class had absolutely no friends. So, every lunch break, he used to go to his younger brothers class and eat lunch with him and his brother's friends. He was in the 10th and his brother was still in shorts. This guy was really sweet. He was super nice and always ready to help. He used to listen to the teacher in class and according to the boys in class, that was his biggest flaw.
Children can be really cruel, can't they? What happens when a guy like this grows up? What countless issues will he have? What about his children then? What do the schools do?! A large part of the population in my school is just socially inept. They can't sustain conversations if they're life depended on it. And when they do, they get shot down by the other cruel kids. I'm not referring to 1st standard or 2nd standard kids. I'm talking about 7th,8th,9th and 10th standard people.
I know its way too much to ask anyone to become a friend of someone like this. But next time you come across them, why not smile and say,"Hey! How's your day going?" I know it would make that person's day. I know that it would make a significant difference. So make it! 03 June From HER eyes. This, again, is an out-there blog entry. Read it. :)
Family. She definitely loved her family. She smiled everytime she thought about them. She knew that they were always going to be there for her. Family.
They say down for a very special lunch. It was very special indeed. It was her birthday. They come once a year, or so people lead you to believe. In fact, they come many many times a single year. Every second you are reborn and you experience a new birthday. But that’s a different story, isn’t it?
So there she sat, with her grandmother howling to the rest of the world to get their behinds to that holy table. Patiently she waited as her grandmother served Lord Ganapathi in true Indian fashion. Eagerly did she greet her family members. And happily did she realize that she was lucky to be part of such a loving family.
Her mother served everyone in just the right proportions, though, not in the right way as was pointed put by her grandmother. There was commotion all round as people got ready to sit down and eat a truly special meal. Water glasses were being thrown in every direction and great efforts were being made to ensure all the items were there and were abundant in nature.
Between her sips of water and chewing of food, she silently sat back and watched her family at full go. There were smiles all round and at the same time there were tempers raging. There were satisfied faces and faces going red with embarrassment. It was then that she realized what she was missing living away from her family. It was then that she realized that she was never ‘away’ from her family.
With a huge effort she had to raise her hand and decline her third helping of rice. With a huge effort she had to find the strength inside her to drink her second glass of payseem. But by looking at the smiles on her grandmother’s, mother’s and nana’s face, she knew that it was worth every sip.
When she finally reclined on a full stomach, she was in heaven. She was able to hear the sound of constant chatter and laughter from her family. She was able to feel the presence of a full house. And as she fell asleep, she was able to feel part of a great family. |
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