When the lights fade out, all the sinners crawl.

She hates me. And, don't I know it.
She hated me from the moment I had first stepped into class- two years ago.

It was not like I wanted us to be best friends or something.
 I kept my distance. And she kept hating me.

Now don't take this wrong. She was not a bully or anything. Far from it actually.
She's barely 5' 5" and I easily tower over her with my 5' 7".

I went out of my way to keep her out of my eye shot.
One of my close friends in school was her ex-best friend. They had been inseparable, the first year I had been in this school. I had heard countless stories of theirs. They shared everything. Even boyfriends.
But the next summer, everything changed. Overnight they went from being practically leaches off the other's skin to scrunching their noses at the mere mention about the other. Something beeeeg had happened, but thats not my story.

Every now or then I would listen to how much she hates me from some of our common friends. I used to just push those thoughts out of my head. I could care less- she could just take all her hate and it and shove it up her ass.

We never had a proper conversation. Never.
A word or two here and there- That's the farthest we could bear breathing the same air.
She showed me the finger behind my back one day, and my best friend blew her top. There were a  truck-load few cuss words exchanged. And I had to literally drag my friend away to avert the nasty brawl we'd otherwise have had to witness.

I never hated her. She had done nothing to me.
I am far from judgmental. Being judgmental is wrong. I had learned it the hard way, and vowed to never do that again.

Whenever I passed her in the school hallways, I always smile or even put up an act to depict my happiness; I could literally see the hatred radiating off her. And this time I'm not exaggerating. And then looking at her, I don't even have to put up an act.


What puzzled me on more occasions than one, was that what would she have against me. Just why did she loathe me so much?

I thought back. I had done nothing to her. Not a single thing. But then I stop pondering over that- I have better things to do. I have a better life than hers-  I have every reason to be happy.

...This sounds like a typically high-school drama. *Shudders*
It is dramatic, indeed. But I reckon, as long as we have bitches like Harshika to grace the face of planet Earth... lets just say we'll never run out of entertainment.

Shoot down a skyline, watch it in primetime.

On my first day in school, I was made to sit next to this guy.

One look, and you can see attitude and over-confidence dripping off him. With spikes on his head and a jazzy cellphone under his desk, Swayam cemented his image as a typical troublemaker in my head.

First impressions can be deceiving. And that was what exactly this case was- I gradually understood.

As I was new, I tried to make as good of an impression as I could manage on my teachers. And, so unknowingly this guy was pictured me as the geek.

He, himself turned out to be pretty good at studies too. Particularly, Chem. Which, I loathe.

One convo between us, that I remember, happened when I solved this tough Chemistry equation before anybody else in the class could. 

"Oh, I thought you hated chemistry?" He taunted.

"I said I hated it, never said anything about not being good at it! " I shot back.

*Swayam, if you are reading this Im sorry. I couldn't remember anything significant from that year ;) *

By the end of that year, we were friends. Somehow.

Then came along 9th. Where we had almost all classes together. 

Grade 9 Science, had only five girls. And 15 boys. And, I fancied it that way. 

So, time passed. We all grew closer, and become quite a united bunch.

The teachers still considered him a handful.
But, he seemed different than the others, somehow.

And, Swayam and I invariably became closer friends.

And, finally 10th.
Where, he started having mood-swings. And, back came the attitude.

So, from singing Noddy, chatting on the floor in the library, hating computers, getting detention, Hunger Games, Physics, and Grey's Anatomy .___. we have come quite a long way. 

And, Swayam. I just wanted to say, I not glad you came. And, somehow discovered my blog :P

But, Im glad you're here. :')

So, what's the point of this post, you ask?

Weeell, you see. Swayam here, sorta asked me to write about him. And, this was what he took to keep his mouth shut about this bloggedy-blog of miiine. Cuz I didn't let anybody who knows me personally read this. So.

Later.


xx

PS: And, his phone got confiscated, on my very first day! xD

#Respect

A girl in school, 2 years ahead of me, lost her father yesterday in the Thane Marathon due to a heart attack, on his birthday itself.
I cant imagine what the girl and her 11 year old sister might be going through. All I can say is, may God give her and her family the courage and strength to go through these difficult times. And, faith that this too shall pass.
#Respect.

Haikus, Ironies and a Pile of Hamburgers.

Okay, so here I am. At 1am. Sleep just not ready to come and grace me with her presence, even after listening to a bunch of hindi romantic songs. And none of the guys available to text, they always put their phones on silent mode before hitting the sack, though I wonder why.
Laying in bed, I start to think about tomorrow's exam. Its the last one, and its English. Okay, mind you English in GCSE is tough, but there's nothing you could actually study for. Its like either you have those language skills, or not.
But, my exam was far from my mind here. I actually thinking about my previous English teacher.
And, he was not your average good 'ol english teacher. He was different.
From his 6-inch mohawk, to his arms full of tattoos, Mr. D was intimidating from Day 1. From the time he had entered our first English class in Grade 9, the guys had instantly taken liking to him. He was the ultimate definition of a "cool" teacher.
For starters he allowed us to curse in class. Not that it mattered to me, but 'twas definitely a big plus point for him, as 90% of the class instantly thinking he was "the best".
In almost every class of his, the discussion would turn to either Illuminati or the ongoing football matches or how Twilight sucks. And that constant bickering between the guys(which now included Mr.D, too)always earned them an eye-roll from me.
Those constant debates over Americans or Brits, Soccer or football, Blackberry or Any other company!
And, he almost never took a class in a class! As in, he never conducted a class in a classroom. Whenever the bell rang for his period, our spirits were automatically lifted as we made our way to the resource room or the audio-visual room. Where, he would show us videos of different not-so-famous-but-with-a-strong-perspective videos and make us actually ponder over matters that mattered.
Also, the fact that he (in all his right senses) asked us to burn ourn our textbooks, did the final deed of landing him in the #1 spot on our list of favourite teachers!
It was like he had decided not to follow the mediocre ways of teaching, instead take on the path of making us good, world citizens with ofcourse, a proper command over the language...
In his quest to do the same, we picked up of things,you may say that we previously hadn't and would possibly not forget over the years..
And some of them being Haikus and ironies. We had these extensive debates on whether the mentioned statements were ironies or not!
He always taught us to make our own, individual perspective. Irrelevent of what other people think.

And, Haiku's were a delight! We had to come up with one, as a part of our weekend homework. But at the end of that weekend- zilch, nada. I just couldnt  make one (And we had also sworn to him, that we would never use the aid of the internet to do our English homework, so that option was out too..)
But after two long weeks of brainstorming, I came up with this:

Sock and shoes make a pair
Just like Pitt and Anniston did

Brad and Jenny had a tiff
Angie took advantage
Stole Pitt

Socks and shoes fell apart
Just as Pitt and Anniston did

Yeah, lame. I know. And, probably it wasn't even fitting the proper conditions of a Haiku. But it was the least I could think of! And, he appreciated it  B|
And then the fact that he gave us group assignments, made the class even more enjoyable. Like, there was this one assignment where we had to create a story which had random characters like Lady Gaga. I mean, Lady Gaga! Which normal teacher would do that?! Thats why we loved him.
Also we had this assignment where we make a short story, anything pertaining to our interests, and then go on to make a comic strip on it! I mean, how cool can English get!?

Mr.D was the conductor of our weekly movie clubs. Almost the whole of the high school had signed up for it. Trust me, Im not exaggerating.
The movies he showed us were decided by him on not their being suitable for our viewing, but on their content. And, by that I certainly do not mean Heidi or Jane Eyre. The movie club had started with Fight Club as its very first movie. And I literally fell in love with that movie. The other movies we saw (and I loved) were The Illusionist,  Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Dead Poets' Society, School of Rock among others.

His adorable handwriting on the green-board, the way he used to hold the chalk...literally had us die with laughter!

But, jokes aside. What I really like about him, was him. He was originally, him. Gosh, I dont even know whether that makes sense.. Its just that he inspired us to think creative. And be ourselves.

And, reasons why I hate my new English teacher. Frankly, I dont think I have any.
Its just the idea of her, being his replacement that bothers me. Its just that I act like such an obstinate mule in her class, refusing to do anything she asks me straight away and never answering her properly; makes her hate my guts. And, in order to instigate her, I wrote this rebellious essay in my review, expecting a low grade and a long lecture. But she gave me the highest marks and even read out my essay to the whole class. Talk about embarrassment -.-

That's all for now. I wrote this in an utterly agitated and sleepy state, so please excuse my rants one more time?



Later.



Ciao ;) xx

FAB!

So, a couple of weeks back, our school had this annual exhibition, and this year it was called F.A.B- Fun And Business.
Its was an integrated project for Grades 9 and 11.
So, I decided to make Neo-flickies, seen in Step Up-3, but I got a bigger magnet and sold them as glow-in-dark fridge magnets, and stuck little circles of paper and decorated them.

Neo flickies- without the decorations and stuff

I made about 40 of them, and sold each for Rs.20 each. They had LEDs on them, which glowed for about 2 weeks.

So, on the day of FAB, I got a table with this guy from 11th. For now, lets call him- Black Sabbath. He was olive skinned,  lean, about taller than me (Im 5' 7") 

He was selling these natural air fresheners. There were about 15 of them. In the first half  hour itself he sold 4 of them. Which, was a great thing cuz they were highly over-priced. He so deftly talked his way into people's minds and conned  convinced them into buying those. He had really great skills!
So, I tried to ask him how he sold almost 20% of his stock (The nerd I am!) in just half of an hour...And he just shrugged it off with a smirk.

By the end of that hour, I was awestruck, and decided to talk him into spilling his secrets. Turned out he was a metal-head too!

He helped me create my "sales speech"! And I even sold one AC/DC flickie to his brother. 

And he was a pot full of sarcastic remarks. But, he was fun to be with!

And after he sold out all the air fresheners, he started selling some of those empty packaged spray bottles. Over-priced, yet AGAIN. And BAM! Sold out, in a couple of hours! 

By the end of the day, all my flickies had been sold. And I was being told, many-a-parents liked the idea, very much. I earned a total of Rs.960!Yeah, I know thats an odd figure. cuz the last ones I sold were over-priced too.Thanks to BlackSabbath..*Evil laugh* I made a profit of whole Rs.260! I know its not much. But still. I was overjoyed! Thaat, was my first, hard earned money. 

My dad was so happy and proud of me, that he gifted me the first G-shock he bought with his own salary, when he was 19!

The G-shock 

So, it turned out to be a great, Great day!

And in the evening, I got a call from my friend, saying that once I left, some more parents had come, asking for my flickies and that my coordinator had to sell her own flickie to them. 

That was it! My happiness, knew no bounds! I was exhilarated!

See, what hard work and hard earned money does to people. It encourages and motivates people like hell!
 In this case- Moii ;)

Later.

Ciao =) x