Happy Friendship Day

I remember those days when me and my friends used to sit all night and make friendship bands.When i look back to those days, it always leaves a smile on my face.Each one of us had more than 20 friendship bands on our hands. We used to play and have fun all the time.I was lucky that i landed in Krishi Vihar.Life was heaven.no tension, no sorrows, no problems.I wish i never left that place.I wish we never got transferred.I am sure we would still find time to play gallery once a week.I wish we never grew up.I always imagined what it would be if we were still together in Krishi Vihar celebrating friendship days, Ganesh Pooja, new year, fun fare, dandiya n lots more.

Everyday at Krishi vihar was so fun. Not to forget the april fools day.I dedicate this post to all my Krishi Vihar friends.After all u all were my first friends(bade se le kar kacha nimbu tak :P) Our group would have been incomplete without you all.. Every single one of you have contributed to my golden and precious moments.

Wish you all a very Happy Friendships Day "Our Friendship rocks"

First Day at College

Our car was standing outside the IMIS gate and waiting for the gate to open. My heart was pounding. I was happy to start a new life at IMIS but there was a fear somewhere within.As i entered the colleges i saw many students and their parents walking with their luggage to their rooms.Boys rushing to one side and girls rushing to another side.And there were hundreds of thoughts rushing in my mind.By the time few people came picked up my luggage and started to head towards my room.

I reached my room.Mom and dad were seeing the room and i wanted to run away.I wanted to scream and cry and tell them i dont wanna study here. But i acted d other way.Kool and casual.Soon mom n dad left.i was sitting all alone in my room.This was the first time in my life when my dimag had become totally blank.i wasnt thinking anything.I sat there for almost 2 hours and had no clue of what was i going to do next.i wandered in the corridors and found all the doors locked.I went to the other floors and started looking for people whose frequency would match with me.luckily i found them.Seema, Sangeeta, Pooja, Ankita and Pragyan.All of us were in the same state of mind. The first 24 hrs we spoke like the worlds greatest pessimists. We were into our senses very soon.. And today its more than 1 week in IMIS.I am happy.And I hav learned to live my life.
I will  be writing on "My life at IMIS" very soon... till then stay happy. :)

What is this feeling?

Few days before I was very excited about going and staying in the hostels. Thoughts of becoming independent, taking my own decisions and no one to ask me why, where, when and how. Life will be just the way i want it to be .Everyone says hostels are fun.Even i wanted to hav that fun.and here it is, I am going to hostel to do my MBA.I should be happy.But i am not.As d days are nearing, I don't feel like going to a hostel.Again a college life is gonna begin.And i am so ready for it.(ahh.. because of the movie ready, whenever ready word cums to my mind, dhinka chika follows) Right now i am having a mixed emotion. "HAPPY + ?". Trying to find out the "?" mark. I know there is no answer to it. It will just end the day I reach hostels and my classes start.

I lost d Challenge

Mom always told me stories about the first day in my school. Parents were standing with their kids in the school premise. Kids were not ready to leave their parents and go to a new world. I had no tears in my eyes. I was very happy. Mom left me in my class and left. I don’t remember what happened next.

Mom tells me that when she came to pick me up, I wasn’t ready to go with her. I cried a lot. And I was not ready to leave seema mam(my first teacher)She had told mu mom that I was very talkative

Throughout my school life, I was the most talkative student in my class. All my report cards had a special comment “Very talkative”. Whenever my parents went to the parents teacher meet there were a lot of complaints about me. And one of which was “she talks a lot in the class”

I never realized it till yesterday that I was actually talkative. Dad had challenged me to keep quiet for half an hour. I was quiet for 5 minutes and after that damn I wanted to talk. There were hundreds of things popping in my mind. I started to act in front of mom. Luckily she understood. :P But I couldn’t keep quiet for longer. And I lost d challenge…

Have to practice to keep quiet.

I love Sketching

There is a big story behind my drawing classes too.The first drawing class i went to was in Mumbai which was then called Bombay.I don't remember much about those classes. I remember sir had many turtles. And i used to hate them.

I never payed interest in my classes.If sir taught me coloring using crayons i would tell him to teach me water color. I used to get new colors every class and spill it in his floor. I liked coloring d walls n floor more than coloring in a drawing book. :P I was a little girl at that time.I was in 1st class.

After moving to Hyderabad preeti didi was my teacher.It so happened that my teachers alwayse changed.but i never changed.Preeti didi was my mom's frnds daughter.So i had got more privileges.She used to draw boxes and circles and ask me to fill it up wit colors.I hated doing it. When i was asked to draw something, i told her to draw for me ans i used to fill it up with colors.I was asked to replicate the same drawing on another page and get it.Next day i used to bring the drawing and feel very proud of it(when i see tat drawing book today, i wonder why was i proud :P)

I never payed attention to any of my classes. But i had lot of fun wit didi. She is great that she handled me so well for 2 months.(I was in class 5).That was my last drawing class. I never joined any drawing class after that.

My Music Classes

Music saves my soul. I love listening to music and singing. But learning music in a class was what I never wanted to do. I remember a sir used to come home to teach me Hindustani music. He used to play a Harmonium and ask me to repeat after him. I always gave him a frowning look. I nwas never ready to play the harmonium. But when I was forced I agreed to play the keyboard but sir used to push the d bellow. He always complained my dad “SHE IS NOT PAYING ATTENTION” But things never improved and finally a day came when my music sir ran away. That was the happiest day in my life. I was free on Sundays, no one forced me to play harmonium and I could play for more time.

After a year my mom forced me to join Karnatic music classes. My first day in that class was horrifying.I saw everyone singing and doing some hand movement and hitting their laps(later I came to know, it was called taal). Days went on and I was only pretending to sing. My teacher realized it very soon and she started telling me to sing individually. Soon she stopped taking classes for some personal reasons and the smile on my face never faded.

Happiness doesn’t last long. It’s very true. Mom arranged karnatic music classes at home. This was worse than the previous class Because I was alone .I could not pretend to sing, I could not hide myself behind some tall guy. Huh… My sister moon, Pooja, Richie and W joined the class with me. And I was very glad to know that none of us were interested in learning. Beginning of a karnatic music class was SA PA SA PA SA( SAAP SAAP…. Hiiissss hiisssssssis what we did) As the class used to start W used to make a excuse of loo n never come back. Then we all made the excuse of calling him and we used to run away. Sometimes we used to appreciate sir very much. Don’t get me wrong. We were never good. He became flattered when we appreciate and he sings, his eyes closed. “Wah….. Don’t stop sir….. Such a nice voice……. Very nice…… “these words were enough. 2 hours always passed away like this. And we never learnt.

The biggest blunder we did was on the stage. Instead of singing we were doing a combo of singing and laughing. The microphones in front of us made it worse. Mom was very annoyed with me for days. But it wasn’t my fault at all. :P

And finally the day came when sir stopped coming . He was my last music sir. I never liked him till he was my teacher. But he is my favorite music teacher now.

PS: I had given a music exam and passed it in 1^st division :P