Conversations from the Accounts exam.=)
A: Hey I know a way to learn this!His Rags Smell Like Kaka!
N: WATER BABA!
T: I need to pee.
S: Omg I just saw Mervin.
S: Duudee I won't get more than 85!
N: I'll marry Akhil.
N: I will teach you Dissolution,Taazzyy!
R: I think I'll get myself a Pakistani boyfriend.
J: I haven't done ANYTHING in Physics.
My mind: Sure.
S: You can have my Parker pen.
F: I am sick of Forfeiture sums!
A: Kya yaar!Kaisa hai?
S: I saw cool boy in the morning.
T: I want to see him too!I see sexybeast everywhere.eww
N: Omg me too.
S: All Hindus are brothers and sisters,Tazy.
A: Um,I forgot to get your Eco book.BUT WHERE IS MY THANK YOU NOTE?
S: My bathroom's gonna be filled with cockroaches!
N: You can't make out Shehjar's voice?!
S: I want to see my hair.People are blocking!
Z: I have been a bad girl.God doesn't like me.
N: We are famous now!Niki looks pretty here.
T: Have you named your paintbrushes?
N: Oh yes.Incy,Wincy,Spider...
G: What's with Shruti?
T: Oh she was crying.
G: Why,what happened?
T: She broke up with her boyfriend.*moment of silence* HAHA GOTCHA!
N: How's accounts.Physics is BAD.
A: How namy times will you ask me about Pranav and the Social Interview!
J: Where's my card?
T: I think you'll make her a card before she gets you one.
T: The cools boys are here again.
S: Haha where's his orange bag?
N: You never replied.
T: Yes I did.
N: You are really stupid!
S: How do I look?
T: Very sleep and sad.
S: I am trying SO hard to stay awake!
My mind: Sure.
S: She's so fake.I don't like her.
T: Shut up.
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Haha you guys are frikken AWESOME.
Identities are not revealed.You know what you said:)
Monday, November 16, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Cradle me to Sleep.
I opened my eyes and I saw you tired and exhausted,but I saw happiness in your eyes.You planted a kiss on my forehead and drowned in weakness.I was taken away from you and I felt lost and lonely.You cradled me to sleep but I was taken away by people with white masks.They pierced needles and covered me with things.I was frustrated and longed to be in your arms,Mama.But I knew something was wrong because I was in pain.You tried to make me smile but in vain.I saw the pain in your eyes but you hid it by just holding me tight.I remember touching you,mama-your soft cheek.But you were in tears.And I wondered why.I was taken away again and I saw you cry.But don't worry Mama.You gave me a year-a year of love,care and everything you could give.You gave me everything and I love you so much.You were in anxiety and pain.Pain.It was everywhere.I didn't want to see you like that,Mama.A year was enough.You gave me a lifetime in that one year.Thank you,Mama.I am up here-safe,without Pain.Content,watching over you.Yes Mama,I am watching over you.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I am Back!
Oh well it's been a month since I wrote here and well I've been busy.Last month was VERY busy.The Holy month of Ramadan and the torturous tests we had prevented me from updating my beloved blog and that's why my Bestie- Shruti a.k.a Toots (I CALL HER THAT)decided to do it for me.I thought of of her to be my guest blogger because she doesn't write much for 'things like this' but surprisingly she didn't refuse.She's a lovely woman(yes,I used the word lovely)and she's pretty awesome.I've always wanted to secretly steal her brains to do Accounts.
School's been hectic lately.We've been SLOGGING-yes we have.Except during business.Ah we just end up sleeping or pass very 'important' news through our awesome notes.I am going to miss this all.Oh yes,I will.
HOT TOPIC-The new music sir and our lives after school:)
HOT SONG-Hallowed be Thy Name(I LOVE IT!)
HOT MOVIE-Wake Up Sid.(HAHA)
HOT BOOK-As of now,I am reading Lighthouse-PD James.Brilliant-till now.
I have Math test*and Integration's filling my head.I can't wait for this weekend.That's the only time I have time for myself.Okay,I have to go now.VERY less time.And too much work.
*log(secx)=tanx?
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Let Your Loss Be Your Lesson
Hi! I am Shruti Gupta and I will be writing as Guest Blogger for Tasneem as she is too busy fasting as well as feasting!
The summer of 2009 was the hardest, most challenging yet the most eventful and memorable month of my life. I went for GYLC. I lived on my own for a month and a half, something I thought would be easy to do with absolutely no nagging and lecturing. However, it wasn’t until I was thrown in with 200 other people from around the world did I realize that I had taken people around me for granted all my life. I missed home, I missed seeing a familiar face around, I missed being woken up in the morning to yelling, I hated being lost in the crowd, I hated the fact that the people around me, the people I befriended could probably just be posers and I would never know, I hated tearing up when I heard a familiar voice, I hated counting down days to when I would be on a plane back home and I hated the fact that such things actually have a huge impact on me and get the better of me and all I could do was try to smile bravely, which failed me quite often. However, now that I am back home, I miss the experience, I miss the friends I made, I miss the places I saw and I miss the moments I missed out on. It’s hard being regretful.
When I was there I vowed to myself that I would come back and appreciate the people around me and I would enjoy things rather than mourn about them. I guess old habits die hard because I’m back to cribbing about school, the workload, the incessant nagging at home and the never ending lectures. And the worst part of it all? I know I have less than a year to enjoy all of this because in a year once again I’ll be living with people I don’t know, in a place which is unfamiliar to me, far far away from home. I know I won’t be meeting a lot of my friends again and in spite of that I don’t seem to cherish it all. Is it just being juvenile or am I just not trying hard enough? Whatever it is, it’s hard to shake off the horrid feeling of not being thankful for what I have.
My loss was my lesson which I seemed to have learnt nothing from.
The summer of 2009 was the hardest, most challenging yet the most eventful and memorable month of my life. I went for GYLC. I lived on my own for a month and a half, something I thought would be easy to do with absolutely no nagging and lecturing. However, it wasn’t until I was thrown in with 200 other people from around the world did I realize that I had taken people around me for granted all my life. I missed home, I missed seeing a familiar face around, I missed being woken up in the morning to yelling, I hated being lost in the crowd, I hated the fact that the people around me, the people I befriended could probably just be posers and I would never know, I hated tearing up when I heard a familiar voice, I hated counting down days to when I would be on a plane back home and I hated the fact that such things actually have a huge impact on me and get the better of me and all I could do was try to smile bravely, which failed me quite often. However, now that I am back home, I miss the experience, I miss the friends I made, I miss the places I saw and I miss the moments I missed out on. It’s hard being regretful.
When I was there I vowed to myself that I would come back and appreciate the people around me and I would enjoy things rather than mourn about them. I guess old habits die hard because I’m back to cribbing about school, the workload, the incessant nagging at home and the never ending lectures. And the worst part of it all? I know I have less than a year to enjoy all of this because in a year once again I’ll be living with people I don’t know, in a place which is unfamiliar to me, far far away from home. I know I won’t be meeting a lot of my friends again and in spite of that I don’t seem to cherish it all. Is it just being juvenile or am I just not trying hard enough? Whatever it is, it’s hard to shake off the horrid feeling of not being thankful for what I have.
My loss was my lesson which I seemed to have learnt nothing from.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
And a Wildflower still grows
I stared at the empty screen.I heard the glass vase break.I had enough.I got my coat and slipped out quietly.it was the Christmas Eve.And I was walking through the streets of London-lonely and cold.I saw a homeless family singing carols.They huddled together to keep themselves warm and they all wore a smile on their faces.A tear slipped down my face.The snow started falling hard.I crept back home,dreading every step.My mom was in the kitchen crying.Her eyes were blotched and her hair was a mess.I had noticed the car was missing.So my dad had gone to the pub.He was always there.I just stood there.I was frustrated and I didn't make a move to comfort her.
It was the Christmas morning,and there was no sign of my dad.I knew something was wrong and just then the phone rang.My mom still in her pajamas,picked it up.My dad was dead.He met with an accident.I saw my mom crumbling right in front of me.She was in a state of distress.All this seemed unreal to me.I didn't cry.I wanted to be the strong one.My mom kept her pearl earrings in the coffin.It was her first gift from him.She cried out loud.She knew she made a mistake.I took her home.
A year later.
It was the Christmas Eve,I looked out of the window and watched the old couple dance.They were in love.I smiled.A sad smile.I heard the glass jug break.I ran out to check on my mother.She was laughing and just then I knew I had to take care of her.I drove her to the mental asylum.I had to leave her but this time I had someone to take care of me.He held my hand and kissed my forehead.I knew everything was going to be okay.He picked some wildflowers for me.I placed them in the glass vase.And I smiled.
It was the Christmas morning,and there was no sign of my dad.I knew something was wrong and just then the phone rang.My mom still in her pajamas,picked it up.My dad was dead.He met with an accident.I saw my mom crumbling right in front of me.She was in a state of distress.All this seemed unreal to me.I didn't cry.I wanted to be the strong one.My mom kept her pearl earrings in the coffin.It was her first gift from him.She cried out loud.She knew she made a mistake.I took her home.
A year later.
It was the Christmas Eve,I looked out of the window and watched the old couple dance.They were in love.I smiled.A sad smile.I heard the glass jug break.I ran out to check on my mother.She was laughing and just then I knew I had to take care of her.I drove her to the mental asylum.I had to leave her but this time I had someone to take care of me.He held my hand and kissed my forehead.I knew everything was going to be okay.He picked some wildflowers for me.I placed them in the glass vase.And I smiled.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
In Her Shadow
As I walked on the cold sand,
I recollected my memory.
I wanted more,
of the feelings that no one could see.
No one would really care,
if something happened to me.
So I wouldn't dare to share,
what's on my mind and heart.
I search myself for answers,
for the questions that fill my mind.
I search for answers,
so that I could be free-again.
I am trapped and I am lonely,
aching for something I couldn't be.
But then,I knew I could break away
if I could just get through one more day.
As I walk along the sea shore,
I observed a girl in front of me.
I felt like I had seen her before,
she seemed free and happy.
I finally caught up with her,
It was me.
She looked at me and smiled,
she told me to break free.
I recollected my memory.
I wanted more,
of the feelings that no one could see.
No one would really care,
if something happened to me.
So I wouldn't dare to share,
what's on my mind and heart.
I search myself for answers,
for the questions that fill my mind.
I search for answers,
so that I could be free-again.
I am trapped and I am lonely,
aching for something I couldn't be.
But then,I knew I could break away
if I could just get through one more day.
As I walk along the sea shore,
I observed a girl in front of me.
I felt like I had seen her before,
she seemed free and happy.
I finally caught up with her,
It was me.
She looked at me and smiled,
she told me to break free.
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