Verdict 20 years later

One of the worst bombings in Mumbai in the 90's , a direct consequence of the Gujarat riots has its day finally today where The Supreme Court sealed a man's doom and delivered justice to the 257 killed that day.

Half of it anyway, since the masterminds Tiger Memon and Dawood Ibrahim are still absconding.

 On Friday 12th March 1993, 13 bombs killed 250 and injured 700 . Some of the iconic places in Mumbai like Hotel Sea Rock,Zaveri Bazaar,Air India Building,Hotel Juhu Centaur and nine other places were damaged.

Over 100 of the 129 finally accused were convicted by the TADA or the Terrorist and Disruptive (Prevention) Act in 2006.  

This was the first batch.

Then came finally in 2013 8 years later The Supreme Court upheld the death sentence to Yakub Menon, but commuted the sentence to life imprisonment of 10 others.

He has been put under max security in order to prevent another Ram Singh, (who was accused of rape and killed himself in Tihar Jail.)

Essa and Yusuf Memon, Rubina Memon sentences' has been commuted to life imprisonment.

 The verdicts of the planners is still awaited with the prosecutors looking for a death sentence.

Sanjay Dutt has been sentenced to five years in jail after already having served 18 months . He was arrested later in December1995 and re released in December 1997 under bail laws.  

In 2006 the case opened for sentencing for all accused  The period between 2006–2007 saw Dutt spend 7 months in Arthur Road Prison and Pune prison on three occasions for arms offences, although in 2006 Dutt was finally acquitted of any TADA-related offenses but was charged under the illegal possession of arms act.

The actor has been given 4 weeks to surrender. the Supreme Court said that the circumstances and nature of the offence was so serious that Dutt cannot be released on probation.

The rest of the film fraternity has rallied behind him saying that  he is a "changed man ". Justice Katju has appealed to the Governor for a lighter sentence for him.

This hs become another instance of the phrase " better late than never' . Which is turning out to be the defining statement of the last few months. Such as Ajmal Kasab's hanging for 2008 26/11, Afzal Guru for the Parliament shooting in 2001.  Many have applauded this comparatively fast decision making to deliver justice to those who have lost lives and loved ones in all these attacks.

But as people have said before. These mass killings deserve better. They deserve speedy justice and compensation, they do not deserve a court case which spans most of the current generation's lives.

The slowness of the judicial system is starting to irk people who demand that cases such terrorist attacks take precedence and not be tied up in red tape and bureaucracy.

But more than that people demand that India has to stop taking such  a soft stance on Pakistan. the Supreme Court has held Pak responsible for those attacks. And it has not been the last one and  then and probably will go on and on if India doesn't become tougher on Pakistan's evasion on the terrorist masterminds holed up there.






 

The new French Revolution

 Why is it always us? Is a question women all over the world ask. Why is it always us ? Why is it always us who are violated? Why is it always us who have to bear the faults of men? Why is it always us who are blamed for our violation ? Why is it always that when we dare to speak up to demand our rights we are put down ruthlessly by those who are supposed to protect us? Isn't it our right to want to protect ourselves and kindred spirits from being used by truly sick men as if we are nothing but blow up dolls for them? 

WHY IS IT ALWAYS OUR FAULT?

Ever since the dawn of time , we are always the guilty party. We are supposed to bear all the abuse and discrimination silently . If we speak up for basic rights we are treated with violence and abuse as  if we deserve this. Why? Just because we were not born male? I say with absolute sarcasm when I ask forgiveness for our OBVIOUS gender defect. When we are raped or sexually harassed we bear it silently and never talk about it 'cause let's face it , who the hell is listening to us? I mean , we have been brought up with the same antiquated , sick mentality that we are nothing but breeding grounds for men and they can do what the hell they want with us and we are supposed to shut up and let them do it. 

Women are always blamed for it. We wear short skirts, that "provokes" men to rape us. We smile at a guy we are "asking" for "it". We are nice to a guy  and that gives guys express permission to manhandle us. We should not be travelling outside at night , we should be dressing up as nuns . In Bihar recently women using cell phones was banned. Wonderful , could you behave more "anti - women" like?

No place knows all this better than Delhi , our capital in many ways than one. Its not only the nation's capital but is Rape Central. A place where parents are terrified of sending their daughters to study or work.  

My grandmother blew up when my dad suggested a University in Delhi. So did my mom. For obvious reasons. 

After years of abuse, violation and silent suffering. The city's roiling emotions and anger finally boiled over when a girl was gang raped and thrown out of a bus and the government which is supposed to protect those in need did nothing but put their hands on top of one other and condemned the incident and gave verbal assurances while the girl fought for her life. Typical.

But the city'd had enough. Especially the angry youth who were tired of seeing the same routine over and over again. Tired of apathy, uncaring , they decided to launch a protest at India Gate against the easy dismissal of the government of such heinous crimes against women who are wives, daughters, sisters to someone in the country and the city. They demanded that those sick rapists be given the death penalty and stricter anti rape laws and sexual harassment laws be established to put fear into every rapist and potential rapist until they are so scared that they treat women with nothing but the utmost respect and deference.

The government has seen such protests before and decided to dismiss it by sending brute force in the form of the stellar Delhi police thinking they will go home . 

Watching the images of police beating up peaceful protesters which included women who were protesting a rightful cause it was like watching pre-independence India . Sad. But surprise , surprise they refused to move , in fact the crowd got bigger. I guess, in all the politics they forgot to look at the level of anger of the country's youth.

They were facing the next generation who were just beyond their tolerance limit. The police could whatever the hell they want , they weren't going to budge. The protesters got louder and more stubborn to move the protest from the India Gate . Even after enacting Sec 144, the protesters which included equal amounts of boys and girls, sent a clear message " We ain't moving. Bring your worst."

And now the government got worried . The protesters meant business. Sonia Gandhi met a delegation of protesters  and despite "assuring" that the criminals will get the highest form of punishment , the protesters were not convinced or satisfied. 

Politicians you need to know something about us. We have seen it all before. We know your every move thanks to the media and quite frankly we ain't falling for it. We want it all and we ain't moving even a little inch until you give it to us. So either give us something real or we are going to make your lives a little bit more difficult day by day.

The government then tried another method. Sending violent hooligans to force the police's hand into breaking up the protest with tear gas, water cannons and lathi charging which was basically an excuse for the police to beat up the blameless protesters also. Amazing , really genius . Could you fall more in public opinion ?

Of course , such a big event could not escape politicising . Baba Ramdev, Anna Hazare, and the Aam Aadmi party led by Arvind Kejriwal and try to spoil it by turning it just another selfish , greedy movement against the ruling party.  The students were furious at this and said that they wanted no part of the politics 

This was a movement for basic human rights not a political vendetta.

Eventually , the protesters moved to Jantar Mantar but are being dished the same treatment by the police.

My message to all of you there is this-

You guys are freaking awesome. Its time the apathy stops and we show the power that we  are done. We are done with shutting our eyes and letting the government get away with trivializing murder, rape and violence. Its time we protect the ones in need , cause let's face it, the ones who are supposed to do so aren't doing so great.

This entire post is in red to signify the blood shed by the protesters and the brave girl who is still battling for her life.

Go with God and Godspeed.

The Reelection of the Prez of USA

A race many thought would be one of the closest in history. The current President of the United States of America , Barack Obama and his Republican challenger Mitt Romney both vied for the highest position in the country. But reality was a tad bit different.

The Prez had a diffcult four years in office when he succeeded George Bush and adopted the issues which had arisen in his predecessor's time. the war in Iraq and Afghanistan, the issue of gay marriage and legalizing marijuana , and most important of all ,the economy which was pretty much in the dumps somewhere. He did manage to make a difference in some issues such as healthcare, the rate of unemployment is comparatively down , gay marriage being legalized in cities such as New York , and recently the legalizing of marijuana in Oregon . But for many embittered Americans who had lost their jobs and livelihoods it wasn't enough.

Hence he faced a tough challenge by Republican Mitt Romney. Tougher than the challenge he face by Senator John McCain in 2008.

From the beginning the competition was fierce. Neither campaign was shirking from slinging mud at each other. The Obama campaign portrayed Mitt Romney has a rich capitalist who cannot connect with the middle class people of the country and is only looking out of the interest of the upper classes such as on tax cuts and is against the rights of women such as on contraception and abortion. Whereas Romney's campaign portrayed Obama has a President who has failed to deliver on his promises.

One of the tipping points for the President's campaign was when a video was published where Romney was saying at a campaign event  basically that he was writing off around half the country. and of course the recent comments by the Republican senators about rape and pregnancy really did not help curry favour with the women voters who statistically voted more than the men voters in the country.

Romney also did not spend much time winning over minorities such as Hispanic people who are the fastest growing population  and states like Pennysylvania which made the difference in the electoral vote count eventually.

and then in the closing weeks of the election campaign came the Presidential debates where the undecided voters would be wooed by both candidates.

The first one was an absolute landslide for Mitt Romney, the President was soft spoken, distracted and simply paled under Mitt Romney 's forceful and confident aura. Maybe he was wondering what to get the First Lady for the anniversary gift, who knows?

When the polls showed that Romney had now got the slight edge , it was a harsh wake up call for the President which basically told him" Nice doesn't win".

The Vice Presidential debate between Joe Biden and Paul Ryan was a lot more interesting as neither candidate was willing to concede and both were impressive and forceful about their view points on the issues inside and outside.

The second Presidential debate was in a word nasty. The dormant "blue" dragon had woken up from its slumber and was in the mood to tear and rend into the "red" dragon who was no less capable. The candidates got in each other's faces and Romney was clearly starting to get irritated by the Prez interrupting him and finally snapped at him. The Prez also shot back at him when Romney questioned him about his pension he sarcastically replied that it was definitely not as big as his.The debate was a bitch fest basically and even though it was a victory for the President not a lot of people were happy at the tone of the event which was basically - get in each other's faces.

But it did help the poll numbers for the Prez.

The third Presidential debate was on foreign policy -The US Ambassador attack in Libya, the rapidly escalating civil war in Syria  and most importantly China . For someone whose investments were in most Chinese companies Romney was pretty determined to make China the whipping boy of the debate and the "currency manipulator" became a hot issue in not only the third but also for sometime in the second debate.This one was mostly as a draw

As the election day neared, another issue came up Hurricane Sandy which has ravaged the tristate area of NY, NJ and most of the Eastern Seaboard. This Hurricane proved to be a blessing in disguise for the Prez.The Prez had the opportunity to show the country about how he was in charge and how he personally went to the damaged areas and he took it with both hands.

At least he did it better than the Katrina and FEMA thing.

and Election Day-
Election Day was a day of projections by everyone from CNN, BBC to the Daily Show  to the Colbert Report to anyone and everyone involved with news.

There were not a lot of shockers as the Southern states like Missouri, Alabama, Texas went to Mitt Romney where as Washington,Califorrnia, New York , Pennysylvania, Connecticut, Delaware and most importantly Ohio which is the clincher went to Obama giving him the necessary 270 votes to win the election. Even though projections showed that it was Obama who would become President again,his Republican challenger's campaign did not wish to concede as they hoped that they still would have a chance in Ohio.

I don't blame them for that, a hard fought campaign  will not be given up that easily especially since they lost before to John McCain. It was truly a hard fought campaign where they actually believed that this time they had a real chance to win.

 But as the electoral votes came out in favor of the President, Mitt Romney called him up to say congrats  and conceded with a warm and nice speech where he wished the President the best of luck.

Earlier, reporters had asked him whether he had written a victory AND  a concession speech  and he said he had written only the former. That was not a wise move. Tempting fate. Bad juju.

When the President came to Chicago, Illinois (HQ) to give his victory speech , he gave a rousing, hopeful  and optimistic one where he promsied to do better than the last four years  and that he believed good times were to come.

Well we''ll see won't we?
The Electoral votes count like this-
Prez Obama- 303
Mitt Romney-235

Should Performance Enhacing Drugs be allowed to athletes?

This is my side of the debate on Friday. We cam 2nd. Still don't know whether to be happy or depressed at that.


Disclaimer- This is SO not what I believe. It was just a debate.

From Romans to footballers, from war to sports, one statement has always been the thread of commonality between them. When the odds are against you, a little help is always welcome.

Good morning everyone, my name is Abhilasha Pawar and I really do believe that performance enhancing drugs should be allowed. You see, I believe that all’s fair in love, war and competitive sports is akin to war.

We live in a cutthroat world, where competition is the name of the game among people. Especially for sportsmen. Not everybody in the world has the God given gift of running like Usain Bolt or swimming like Michael Phelps, we have to make do with whatever fate has handed to us and work extra hard on it. Yet, most of us fail because sometimes even that much hard work is not enough. Our dreams of seeing our country’s flag raised and touching that coveted medal with our hands have disappeared because quite simply someone was naturally faster than you.

We are all so quick to condemn those who have been caught taking performance enhancing drugs. We all scornfully say that they did out of a sense of personal glory. Has anyone considered that the reason could be more altruistic? They did it out of a sense of desperate want to make their country proud. To put their country on the map for that particular sport.

And how many of us seated here don’t think of personal glory? How many of us won’t go to any lengths to gain it? If you serve your country along with it it’s a double bonus! Who doesn’t want that feeling to be hailed as one of the country’s greatest? Who doesn’t want to be a hero? Not all of us here are Mother Teresa.

There have been great athletes over time and again who have been tested positive for performance enhancing steroids.  But that never took away their legendary status. It never diminished their natural talent and skill at their game.  Lance Armstrong is still considered the greatest cyclist of all time despite the scandal. Diego Maradona was tested positive for ephedrine in 1994 which effectively ended his career yet he is still one of the greatest footballers in the world and he was the manager of the Argentine football team in 2010.

Plus, the rules for forbidden drugs are different in every country. Some country has a certain drug in every medical store yet in another country it is forbidden. The rules for performance enhancing drugs are conflicting and confusing for the players. In one country the drugs are one man’s meat and in another a man’s poison.

I would like to conclude with quoting Bill Shankly about the importance of a sport “Some people believe football is a matter of life and death. I'm very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that.”

Do marks matter?

This was my side of the Rotary- Landmark debate. My partner and I got thru the regional finals!!

For over centuries, a person’s talents, skills and abilities have been judged right from playschool. People who have judged us over time have changed but the one thing that hasn’t changed is marks.

Good morning everybody. My name is Abhilasha Pawar from St Mira’s College and I am resolute in my belief that marks are important.

Marks are a blessing and a curse to us students. We owe our promotions to higher classes and admittance to colleges to them yet we consider them a necessary evil because much like good things in life it doesn’t come easily.  To reach the very pinnacle of marks, we are pushed to our very limits, every ability, every skill we have is tested and it is through these that we know where we stand in the scheme of things.

Marks are unpredictable. Sometimes we have the good ones, sometimes we don’t. Yes it is disheartening when we get the bad ones but it is those bad ones which push us, motivate us. They keep us on our toes and remind us every day never to get complacent. A lot of people blame the marking system, saying it is unfair to judge people on them. Tell me, what else could we judge them on? We cannot judge somebody who has come in for e.g. for a position in a company or a seat in the college just be looking at them or trusting them by word of mouth. We judge them by their report cards, . Because, unlike people marks are impartial, they tell people what you are without prejudice and in clear and concise terms whether you deserve to be there.

Geniuses like Bill Gates or Mark Zuckerberg, yes they dropped out of school. But their marks were good enough to get in the most prestigious college of all Harvard University.  In fact, they both were considered one of the brightest students there.  Hence this proves another point, success today and in the future will be determined by how well you score or grade in the subjects you have studied in. All these subjects whether you decide to study further in that field are essential and higher marks will improve your understanding of the world and everything in it.

Marks also help us to figure out our talents, that special skill which puts us apart from everyone else. How else are we supposed to know what are we good at? What are we horrible at? What needs improvement?  I would like to give my own example here- I was consistently low in my marks in science in high school. It was those marks which reminded me every day that I needed to buck up, and work extra hard to get where I wanted. And in 10^th I was successful in reaching my target. It was also my high marks in English, History and Arts subjects which convinced me that Arts is the field I wanted to enter in 12^th.

I would like to sign off by quoting something which I personally love by Napoleon Hill “Great achievement is usually born of great sacrifice, and is never the result of selfishness.”

Our topic for regionals is Should Performance Enhancing drugs be given to athletes? ITS RIDICULOUS AS HELL!! Unfortunately I have no choice . Worst part I'm FOR!!

The debate's is on Friday. I will put up my speech after that.

Olympics- A saga of sweat, blood, tears and victory

London Olympics was a pretty special one for me. Considering it's the first one i watched from start to end.

The opening ceremony was a true dedication to British life and culture, from the portrayal of old London during the Industrial Revolution to the journey of British music and culture portrayed by teenagers. And of course the entry of Her Majesty the Queen of England entering the second most famous personality from England other than Shakespeare , Bond , James Bond.

The final journey of the Olympic flame where finally it was lit to form an enormous cauldron by the future athletes of the world was truly special.

Then started the Olympics.

After an impressive medal haul (to our standards) last Olympics there was huge expectations from this time's contingent.

Oh the bane of every Indian athlete and sportspersons. Expectations.

It definitely did not start great by the archers and shooters disappointing . Even the top ones had a disappointing run in the Olympics.

But this was also the Olympics of the dark horses. Vijay Kumar and Gagan Narang came out of the shadow of their fellow athletes and performed brilliantly  Giving us a silver and bronze respectively.

In boxing unfortunately the men disappointed but the silver lining came in the shape of a woman by the name of MC Mary Kom who won the first bronze for India in women's boxing.

Saina Nehwal truly had the gods on her side when she won the bronze in badminton , proving to be a true inspiration to aspiring badminton players around the country.

But along with the victories , came the flip side of the coin who got lonely . Controversies.

The badminton players who were disqualified for 'not playing to their best efforts" to the athletes who failed the doping tests , to the appeal which overturned a victory for the Indian boxer , controversies came thick  and fast in the London Olympics.

When it comes to GBR, the stars of the day were Mo Farah, Jessica Ennis , Andy Murray most importantly who become overnight heroes to so many in their countries.

Usain Bolt proved he was the best winning the 100 and 200m race back to back and to add the cherry on the cake the 4 x 100 relay. whoo hoo!!

Michael Phelps just added another number of medals to his already considerable tally making it up to 26. Huh, what's ours again??

Hockey. Oh god the hockey. Nightmare of apocalyptic proportions. It was like watching ManU and Mna City last year where the Red Devils lost 6-1. Painful . Stroke worthy painful.

  Shed a tear . Moving on.

The wrestlers however the highlight of the evening before the closing ceremony with the bronze and the silver from Yogeshwar Dutt and Sushil Kumar respectively not only become highlights but also immediate icons for the country.

They shed blood, tears and sweat as they struggled to reach the pinnacle of sporting events. The coveted Olympic gold medal. Unfortunately it wasn't our year. But the medal tally truly is impressive.

Hopefully one day in summer 2016 we add one??...

Sports for us

Now i needed time to think about what to write ,so sue me for the tardiness of the post.

Now what's happened?? Oh yes Wimbledon.

Six time champion Roger Federer beat Andy Murray to reclaim the title and end the title- dry time. Serena Williams also similarly ended her title dry time.

To this i will only say this .

Yippppppeeeeeeeeeee!!!

I remember that the first thing i did was call up my friend and gush about how awesome it was and also spared a thought for poor Murray who was our second fave ... u noe if  he wasn't playing against our favorite.

That reminds me of how much sports changed the atmosphere in my class. Whether its inter school , inter house (mostly) or an international one. Cricket to football to tennis . This also factors in the girls.

Yes some of us watch sports.

Its usually football which creates an air of excitement , tension and fights ( verbal) among the boys and girls. I remember the way i chased my friend across the class and almost tore his blazer when he started dancing in front of me after semi final of World Cup 2010. All of us got really mad at the boys as we were all pro Germany and they were ... well you know.

Cricket wasn't very popular among us teens since football dominated our every thought and action. But whenever something happened especially during IPL  most of the guys and gals who'd come from other places to Pune, it'd get pretty intense.

Facebook is our outlet for all the sports results and we were very vocal on all wins. The online debates were always stirring. I remember when Chelsea won, there were so many of my classmates online and every status was pro Chelsea including mine.

When we won the World Cup there was a kind of craziness on Facebook. Since it was after Boards so we couldn't meet the next day but we all talked and met each other on the street as we went out to celebrate.

If you think this is bad you should see us after the football matches in school. That's a whole different ball game. Especially the ones after rivals in -school and between schools. Anti Bishop remarks are brutal and ... welll you can imagine.

Whe the footballers came in after winning the match , even if we're in the middle of solving an equation we all cheer and clap . So do the teachers!

So basically  i wanna say that all of us love sports. The ones who play it and especially the ones who watch it . In one word we call them  something.

Fans.

Peace out.

Depression to elation

Sorry i needed two days of stablility to get over the roller coaster of emotions i went thru on thursday.

Starting from  Euro Cup Semi final no 2

What the hell happened ??

Germans and of course me were taken aback when Balotelli  scored the first goal for Italy and then were taken apart when he scored the second one in quick succession . The minute I saw a German supporter shedding a tear after the second goal my resolve was set.

I went to bed that minute. I knew if i kept on watching I would too burst into tears.

Depression, sadness, incredulity and bone deep anger against the coach Joachim Low were my major emotions that night. How the hell could he have dropped his good players against a team they have NEVER won against in a major competitive tournament. In fact the most draws in FIFA history are between Germany and Italy!!

I woke up the next morning glum as hell over the last night's spectacular crash and burn of Germany . Sadly, i took my breakfast, switched on the TV  and finding nothing of interest on Star World  decided to watch the news.

I think i was stunned speechless the minute i saw the latest news about Wimbledon .

Two time Wimbledon champion  and recent World no 2  Rafael Nadal had crashed out against a virtually unknown player 6-7, 6-4, 6-4, 2-6, 6-4 !!!!!

My dad got so scared when he heard me screaming in utter joy and elation . He got all huffy with me when i told him why. He thought I'd hurt myself (lol).

Thank you Lukas Rosol for cheering me up and providing me the best news I've had all day!!

Wow!! I don't think i've had so many mood swings in one day ever!!

One of the best underdog stories I've ever heard!! Go Rosol!

Busy supporting the germanz!!

Sorry dad this is pretty short.
Busy supporting the germanz in the Euro Cup 2012 and will write when they win the Euro Cup and kick Spain's butt all the way to their country.
If the defending champions win then will also put up a post about how much i hate them and i hope they rot in hell.
All in all very positive!!

An interesting audience to a final

IPL Final - KKR VS CSK- As it happened in my home

9 pm - After i finish doing tp on my laptop , i relent and decide to watch the final . My dad's been watching from the beginning. The CSK are playing brilliantly and set a formidable score of 190.

9.12- We have engaged in an argument coz i believe tht KKR still has the good to win this match. Using statistics and his conviction tht whoever he doesn't like doesn't win at finals . i remind him tht if statisitcs were infallible then india wud never have won 1983 world cup and his dislike is baseless.

10.00- dinner is served. i tell my mom tht to prepare a nice big humble pie which my dad wud eat voraciously.He glares at me and says " in the end dhoni and i will have the last laugh".

11.00 - He's getting worried as Bisla and Kallis are beating the hell out of the bowlers. I'm grinning , he's not.

11.30- We see a tweet about a guy who says that it is weird when a father and his child are sitting in the same room and supporting different teams!! We laugh our butts off  and dad then sits down on the floor  while i'm sitting on the couch.

11.35 - My sis comes home from the neighbour's and is grinning from ear to ear saying " who's winning now!" My dad high 5's her  and looks so happy tht someone was supporting CSK until i tell him while laughing at his disappointed expression tht she was talking abt KKR. LOL!!!

12.00- Kallis is out. Oh crap . Grinning males are annoying , even if it is my father.

12.30- A four!! "noooooo!!" from my dad. I'm doing the monkey dance sitting. 3 runs from 3 balls.

12.32- Four!!!!! KKR has won!!!! Now i do the Macarena and the monkey dance and jump across the Tv room in joy!! My dad looks so crestfallen its actually funny.

12.45- He gets even madder when SRK does cartwheels on the ground while i'm just laughing!!

1.00- To put the bow on the present which is my dad's disgruntlement , KKR lifts the cup!! As i go up, i tell him " You know I'm going to torture u with this for years".

He looks at me and says " I know."

and just to annoy him further , i skip my way up to my bedroom.
This was an interesting final.

The rise of boy bands

90's . my favorite era.

Why? Coz it was the time when a group of men singing together was "in". Namely, Backstreet Boys and N'Sync. Their pop music and obviously looks garnered many many fans. Mostly female (like me!).

But by the time i grew up i found out that they had gone out of fashion as  either they broke up or others just took their place  and soon all "awesome" music was either rock or rap. Which i really hate.

 The only surviving band from that era was pretty much forgotten(except me. I bought their most recent album ). I.e Backstreet Boys.

But thank you  One Direction !!!

The British - Irish group brought back memories of the awesome 90's and the height of  Backstreet Boys and NSync's careers.  The music, the craze behind the boys . Everything. People remembered what that time was like .

" What Makes You Beautiful" reminds me of songs like Shape of My Heart by BSB, As Long as you love me - same , NSync's Bye Bye Bye. The catchy tune makes me nostalgic coz it brings back memories of a 6 year old me watching the video of "Everybody( Backstreet's Back) for the first time . It was the first video I'd watched of them and i instantly fell in love with them.

Even though people wondered about my sanity when i told them that my favorite band was one whose heyday was when we were toddlers i stuck by it. I'd always loved their music and people can say what they want.

It was always my wish that i could get my hands on a time machine and go back around 18years. That is not possible so fate brought that era to me. Yippee!!

Guys and gals, the 90's are here!!

The reality of Mother's Day

Everyone on Mother's Day talks about how great their mom is. How much they treasure her, how much they love her. They all make all kinds of gestures to demonstrate that.


I guess, in all the hoopla they forget that probably just one day before they were cursing them to hell and beyond for" ruining their lives". "For suffocating them"


" My mother is my idol" How many times have i heard that statement or read it?  Though this statement is true for me.


My mother is the most awesome person in the universe. She's my best friend , the one person i depend on when others forsake me.


But that doesn't mean I don't hate her sometimes.


We hate our mothers when they try to guide us on the right path. We hate it because somewhere we know she's right.


" You don't know anything !" Is a statement many have made in anger. We say it because we don't want to accept that ,yes ,she knows the world better than us.


 According to us,our mothers have real Old World ideals. We call them 19th Century ladies. We say that today's world is different. Their lessons are n/a.


There is a saying in Greek. Chronia apostraph, anthrice mi achi. Time moves on, people do not.



When we rail at them , curse them, they take it silently. Much like God. Coz they know at the end of the day that we cannot live without them and we won't be able to tell them that.



So we take out this one day. One day , where we tell them things in the form of gestures how much we care for them. How much we depend on them. . How much we love them. 



Mother's Day is where we honor the greatest creations of God  after Earth. But like her we don't always realise their true value and their true love for us. Even when we don't act exactly lovable and dependable.

Western women vs Indian women

International Women's Day was a couple of days ago and I know , I know this is a little late but humor me.

My History teacher one day asked us that whether the suppression of women was restricted to only Asian countries and to my surprise many said yes. I was pretty loud in disagreement in class in that period.

Women in India, dream of freedom and independence abroad. Ladies, one point to deliberate about , the freedom and independence the Western women enjoy has only come with a lot of hard work and blood spilt by their ancestors. While, we should thank our stars that unlike them we got our rights without having to say " Please" .While women have fought for respect and the right to feel proud  about being a female over the centuries. In fact, Iraqi women have JUST received the right to vote.

In India, before the Later Vedic Age , women were considered more or less equal to men . The right to education, to choose their own spouse was given to them. Rituals and poojas were considered incomplete if the wife wasn't at her husband's side.  It was a pretty cushy life then.

Whereas abroad, the bane of development, the inferior being to man , the strayer was always woman ( Eve ). When Adam ate the forbidden apple we got the shaft and the blame. I really want to ask ,didn't Adam have a mind of his own? Didn't he know there is a reason God told him "No"?!

The person who unleashed everything wrong with mankind and the world again a woman, Pandora. The reason for Trojan War , Helen.Lady again. Greek mythology, again hates all womankind.

Throughout history and mythology women are the reason for downfall of men. The bad guys of the endless movie called life.

Women were burnt at the stake for being strong, powerful and most importantly intelligent in a little place called Salem .In millions! By saying we're witches coz we're more intelligent than males!! At least, in India we didn't do that. Thank you God for that little mercy.

Today, women are valued for their degrees of education and their jobs in India by propective husband while Western country men are busy marrying women who don't have a single brain cell in their head and have barely passed high school leave alone college!

Every religion in this world except Hinduism is male chauvinistic. Male gods ,are worshipped everywhere and the woman is always seen bending in submission to MANkind. Whereas, Durga Puja, Diwali , Dassera to name a few are festivals where female goddesses are worshipped by entire cities and states. And the coup de grace -

Stepford Wives was an American movie!!

Women have struggled on and on everywhere, i do not undermine the effort women have gone through to earn some rights in the country, but when we complain about grass being greener on the other side remember that the most advanced country USA has yet to elect a female President. While female Presidents and Prime Ministers have already been elected in countries like Germany, Australia and obviously India.

When we see the news about male chauvinistic policeman on TV we feel angry , sometimes apathetic and resigned to our fate.  We dream about living independently from our parents and possibly abroad while the same fate some other lady goes through in the "promised dream land".

Everywhere we go, women have to work to prove themselves, there is no doubt. But we should never delude ourselves that life , culture , bosses and most importantly PARENTS are different somewhere else.

So to all, women in the world, when we feel the world is against us , when we curse Eve for her mistake, remember that somewhere else another woman is cursing the same people for the same reason. Even in injustice, chauvinsim and suppression we're all with you since , we KNOW.

Happy Belated International Women's Day to all!

The Gods must be getting bored with rock n'roll , guitar and old actors

One after the other , we have witnessed some of the greatest names in  history dropping like flies. From The King of Pop  to the Queen of Pop ( Not Madonna , the other one) to the best villain of the Batman series (The Joker) to the Prince of Cricket to the most beautiful woman in the world ( Don't get a heart attack , it's not Jolie).  We have seen the most beloved celebrities of Hollywood and Bollywood drop dead all of a sudden. There has been a sudden influx of celebrities dying WAY before their time in the last three years starting from Michael Jackson in 2009 to Whitney Houston this year.

 I want to put this question up to the big guys WAY upstairs. Do you really think we are not going to catch on? Do you really think we are not going to figure out that you're cutting their lifelines way before you should because of some devious plan you guys have in mind? Stop underestimating our intelligence people !

Well, i'm not saying i KNOW the reason why but i can make a plausible guess. According to me, the Gods are "recalling" them is because  they are bored of the same damn repitition over the years and want a change of scenery.Apparently, their scenery change means they are tired of Elvis's rhinestone suits and brooding Henry Fondas ( Sorry Dad). They want a change of music and  venturing into dangerous territory i will say the goddesses want a change of men . Lol.

Look people we get it okay, you guys are bored. Listening to guitar from Jimi Hendrix and John Lennon singing gets old and afterwards a little irritating. Talking to the same kind of guys with their deep baritones and brooding looks while really nice at first ,will kind of stereotype. So, you call up SOME  different looking people or musicians whose genre is different. But seriously?? So many ??!! Leave some for us man. We would like to go to their concerts once we're old enough! Stop "drug overdosing" them and making us miss an opportunity to see them in live action just so that you can for eternity!!

The actors. There is a reason the entire goddamn world mourns when they die ok? It's because we love them!! We love watching them in movies because they're awesome!! Stop robbing us of the opportunity of watching them play a role of a lifetime which not only makes us love them even more but gets them a whole lot of freaking awards!! Coz i doubt, you guys are giving them the Black Lady or the Golden Boy up there??!!

So Gods and Goddesses  it is my sincere request. Please stop it. At some point they all will be there, waiting and then you can give them the job as entertainer in your parties. Until then, wait . Unlike you guys we ain't immortal. We have a limited time on Earth  and in this time we would like to enjoy ourselves listening to our favorite music and seeing our favorite movies without feeling sad and depressed that we could never see the genius they create ever again and this was the last thing they did. Let us have the hope that some day we would get to see them in concert live in flesh and blood . Not a tribute concert.

The plights of the Indian audience in 2012.

From Reality TV to Cricket, Indian audience is pretty much screwed.

 Reality Tv is defined as " TRP hungry actors who are trying to make themselves household names by screaming like loons and yelling abuse like an inebriated man being thrown out of a bar". Not pretty to watch . Neither healthy and gets the BP high with irritation when you see perfectly normal people screaming at each other for no rhyme or reason.

Talent shows where teenagers get so emotional when they see a yesteryear star judging them that they start crying. Yeah really? We won't cry even if we see Lionel Messi in person. Squeal like a small girl is an absolutely different thing.
Talent shows where the most popular bahu or tv figure wins while the rest of sane humanity watchs helplessly when the wrong person takes away the prize.Btw, also an eg of uncreativity sicne this all " inspired" from British and American tv shows.

Soap Operas- That is another book on stupidity and absolutely limited thinking of writers and producers. How many times are you going to repeat the same stuff over and over again? Doctors falling in love . Been there , done that and definitely dont want to go back. A tv version of Princess Diaries . Big whoop. A screwed up  and Indianized version of the Vampire Diaries . Don't make me watch that again i'll scream.
The same rubbish over and over again. I think it is truly too much to hope for something light and awesome and well written at the same time because they are all lying somewhere in the trahs or the basement of the production horses while the same BS is being recycled over and over again.

Finally , the worst part of all - Cricket. -
When the rest of Indian televison disgusted us , we turned to something which has always made us feel better- Cricket. Now i'd rather watch another Doctor romance soap opera than feel the pain .

2007- 2011- The best years of Indian Cricket. From the T 20 World Cup to No1 in Test rankings it was a good 4 years. But everyone will definitely agree with me on this , the most beautiful shining diamond in the crown was the long desired World Cup! 28 years was too long . But better late than never. When in 2007, we crashed and burned , we all thought bye bye forever. But the Men in Blue fought back to win it. What a day that was.

But as my mom says , nothing ever lasts . I truly wished i'd listened to her before being eager for the India- Australia series. It would have saved me a lot of cursing and heartache.

From the lousy performance by the "famed" batting lineup  of India , to the inconsistent performance of the Indian bowlers, we could just watch in horror as Team Aus pulled the carpet from under them leaving them on their butt and bleeding.
 My dad the eternal optimist, has lost all hope and refuses to watch any match after the last two Tests.

Yeah, 2012 should be fun. Not.

The two busiest months of the year... Yeah right! Not anymore!! :-(

November and December are the to busiest months of the year.. at one time. Now i feel like it 's just one extended holiday. I've been feeling like that since college started but the feeling has increased threefold. The chaos, fun, the ditching of periods and the whole learning of scripts for our annual play, Sports Day , dances so much!

I had expected that this would be the time I would miss school the most but i never expected the extent of it . It's like envy wrapped in nostalgia. My sis still has a few years of this stuff  for her but unfortunately and i say this with firsthand knowledge , enough to teach a lifetime course on it time goes by WAY too fast .
The worst part is that i'm not even going to have a week's holiday for X'mas!! My favorite time of the year. Gifts, decorating the Christmas tree, dancing and listening to classics like Jingle Bells, Felize Navidad and We Wish You A Merry Christmas and so many others!!

All in all it's gonna be a miserable Christmas.

The Fates really have it in for me. A college whose only good is that they are going to give me my Certificate for  12th Exams, friends i don't feel particularly close to .. to say the least  and everyone else having amazing fun. Yeah, this Christmas is gonna be SO much fun!!

But i hope everyone else has a better Christmas. Merry Christmas to all and everyone . Have fun, go crazy for the presents under the lavishly decorated tree and eat a whole lot of chocolate with your family like i hope i can do!!

The badass is going to have a furry companion!!

16 years. About as old as i am i'v e been told about a beautiful female Apso named Diana who was my mom's beloved dog . She died when i was 1. I saw the longing in my mom's expression whenever we saw other people with dogs. Finally my mom is going to have her wish fulfilled . It' s going to be a birthday present she''ll never forget. A Labrador male puppy!!

For me , what this will mean? Well i'm glad u asked.

It will mean a new brother. A new sibling who proves a great distraction from my humdrum life. A little bundle of joy( not for my dad though .lol) who is going to make the three females in the house deliriously happy. I mean. sure there will be days when we will feel like Owen Wilson and Jennifer Aniston in Marley and Me. But at the end of the day he will be a beloved member of the family.

My grandma is equally overjoyed. At least the good thing is that the hole left by Diana's death ( she died very young)  will be closed somewhat. I hear the longing, the fondness and sadness in her voice whenever she talked about Diana. She was a hellraiser and i hope to God this one will be too.

May this be a b'day my mom will treasure forever

Diwali ..Wonderful!!

Please note the heavy sarcasm when i say "wonderful'. I mean i love the whole "festival of lights" thingy and the whole sweets and spending time with my family . But i hate the damn noise outside!!!
I think i have been scared of the goddamn firecrackers all my life. Loud, scary, smoke and fire. I hate the whole freaking package of it! Smoke, fire and TOO MUCH DAMN NOISE!! Three of my biggest fears. The worst part is that everyone else loves it. Revels in the smoke that friggin chokes you and makes you feel like someone is smothering you . The crackers which are more likely to explode in your face and leave looking like Freddy Krueger in Nightmare of Elm Street. If you want to live dangerously why don't you just scar your face like the Joker in Dark Knight ( May he RIP) and then go terrorizing the people of freaking Gotham City!!
The sad and quite ironic point is that i think the crackers will kill us faster than the police.

So , basically my point is to everyone in India and abroad who celebrate Diwali. It is the festival of lights not blasts or damage. Spend time with your family , eat sweets , watch tv but for God's and Ram's sake don't use crackers! Make it a smoke and damage free Diwali!
Cheers to everyone!!

My new story.. tell me if it is ok. Just the 2 chappies

Furies.

The female chthonic deities of vengeance. The avengers of the dead. Born of the Prime Titan's blood when his own son castrated him, their birth itself violent they knew no other way to punish. Ruthlessly. Mercilessly. They had as much pity on the scum as much as they had pity on their victims. The true form of the women was stuff of legends and rumors as no one had lived long enough to see it.

Alecto, Megaera and Tisiphone were the only things which made the gods sit up and listen. No one dared to cross them… Unless they were suicidal. For centuries their will ran supreme.

Until Megeara did the one thing which was sure to get her killed. She slept with a god. Namely Thanatos, the god of death and to make things worse, she was pregnant.

Terrified, she confided in her sisters about the dark child growing inside her. Alecto, Tisiphone was stunned and scared as they knew that even though Thanatos was considered minor by Zeus himself, they were aware of his secret which only a choice few realized since they actually cared to look. If he wanted, he could topple Olympus all by himself.

 You see his powers of old age, suffering, doom, deception, blame and so many other things he could make not only humans destroy each other, but if he cared , he could destroy pantheons. Combine the powers of destruction and vengeance, the child could not only kill but could also destroy the universe. If the other gods knew about this, they would order the Fates to cut the child’s life thread, which they knew that they would do.

The Furies hatched a plan. That night, Megaera gave birth to her child and before the Fates understood the significance of the child, they stole the thread which would be the span of the child’s life. They hid it in the sea foam where Aphrodite, the goddess of love was born while the child was hidden in the human realm in the womb of a kind and sweet woman who they hoped would temper her destructive nature.

When the Fates realized what they had done, they asked to surrender knowledge of the child’s thread. The Furies refused. Pissed off to a level beyond the normal, they cursed them. Atropos proclaimed that while they could not take away their immortality, they would give them old age and suffering. The sisters would lose their swiftness and agility within the next twenty years.

The sisters knew that all they could do was choose their heirs. They went to the Oracle of Delphi, who prophesized that the ones to inherit their seats on the Olympian Council, their responsibilities and powers would be humans who would have special sight into the Mist which blinded humans from the supernatural and freaky stuff. But the last two lines of the prophecy were bone chilling as she said something they did not expect in any way.

‘ Born of a passionate union between the cold

The leader of them will have powers of yet untold

Death, vengeance and suffering will run supreme

Unless she grants them the reprieve”

The Furies were glad that they never killed an innocent babe. From that day, they waited patiently, as old age overcame and their limbs weakened. They sought refuge in Hades’s domain and retired there feeding their powers by the anger and the need of vengeance of those who had died violent deaths, biding their time until the kind hearted and gentle woman who would give birth to the child who would end the world came into existence.

Chapter 2

31^st July 1992 New York, USA

Trina Samuels lay on her bed as she rubbed her distended belly contentedly. She could feel her girl moving about in her womb. Her lips curved in a beautiful smile as she thought about her girl. She would grow up to be as majestic and kind as her parents.

She looked out of the window as she saw to her surprise that in hot, hot summer, thunder clouds were starting to gather. It looked like the heavens were preparing to break hell upon the Earth. An ironical statement if there was one.

The atmosphere was starting to turn cold and creepy as if evil was planning to come upon Earth and have a vacation.

‘ Ri, how is she?”

Trina turned to the door and broke her conspiratorial thoughts as she saw her husband walk in the room with her health juice of orange juice. He sat on her side and put the drink on the side table. Looking at her belly and her with love he clasped her hand and kissed it. “ Please tell me our child is moving like an athlete. “

Trina laughed at his usual request. He had a peculiar thing about restless kids which he fervently believed to be a sign that the child would be actively involved in everything… like her father .

“ Yes, silly, obviously. She is your daughter. What else do I expect from the heiress of The Searcher?

‘ True. You know as a child i would always be suspicious of our neighbor ‘s daily outing in the night and one night I sneaked out of bed-

“ To follow him to the graveyard where he hid drugs which he dealt there”. Trina finished amusedly and started to laugh as Alex subsided and glared at her. As she laughed she felt as something broke inside her and she stopped abruptly as intense pain went through her, she caught her belly and groaned.

“ Baby, what ‘s wrong?”. Alex immediately came to her side and looked at her concerned as hell.

“ Water breaking . What the hell else did you think?”. Trina ground out between clenched teeth and Alex immediately called 911 as he helped his wife up and called a cab.

“What is your emergency sir?’ the cool voice of the receptionist asked when Alex asked for an ambulance. Just then Trina screamed from a contraction “ ALEX!!!! HURRY THE HELL UP! This baby is going insane!’.

Alex turned to the phone and said dryly “ Well?”

The receptionist on the other line said wryly “ Ambulance is on the way… Congrats Mr. Samuels”.

Alex gaped in amazement “ How did you know?”.

“ I recognized you wife’s voice. I work for one of her many charities. May your child be as great as she is”.

Alex smiled and hung up. He picked up Trina and walked her to the door as he heard the ambulance from all the way from the other side of the street. Trina smiled “ don’t worry dude. This baby ain’t giving me too much hassle. I was just yanking your chain”.

Alex sighed with relief as they wheeled Trina inside. God bless his wife . She remained calm even though it must be excruciating.

Three hours later Trina was panting as the nurse wiped her sweaty brow as she pushed and pushed her baby out while her doctor was encouraging her .

“ Could somebody have this baby for me?” Trina panted as the doctor said “come on girl just one last push’.

Alex was standing outside meanwhile as he watched the news , waiting anxiously for his own. After his wife had cursed him and all the men in general to hell and back, the doctor advised him to sit outside.

The meteorologist was saying “The freak storm in middle of the summer has baffled meteorologists everywhere. The electricity is haywire; all lines are down today and I can’t believe I’m saying this but is the end of the world happening a little too soon?”.

Everyone in the studio laughed as the main reporter said “ It certainly feels that way George. Many low lying areas have had to be evacuated since the Ocean seems to be acting up. This situation has sparked the suspicions about Marlin Cortland’s proclamation about the advent of evil and destruction on Earth as he claims it is written in Greek legends. Hmmm, I thought that Greek legends was about gods cheatin’ on each othe”.r

More laughter in the studio as the reporter went on to talk about international issues and Alex’s attention was suddenly distracted by Trina’s curse. It was so foul that it made him blush. Alarmed that his dignified wife could say something like that, he rushed inside and saw that Dr. Wilson was encouraging her “ Come on Trina, she’s just started to crown. One more push.”.

Mustering her last bit of strength she screamed in agony as she gave one last push and a tiny girl was pushed out. Almos child! t immediately she cried out in indignation. A nurse came running inside and exclaimed in panic as they wrapped the child in a blanket “ Doctor, the patient at Ward 18 has completely lost it. I mean more than usual. He’s yelling the place down to kill the children born today”.

‘Oh great! This guy really gives a new meaning to insane.” Dr. Wilson muttered. He turned to the nurse and asked “ Can’t you deal with it?”.

The nurse snorted “ Yeah right. If he tells me Apocalypse is coming, I swear I will betray my code in the worst way possible”.

Alex frowned as the definition reminded him of someone “ The insane nut is not by any chance… Martin Cortland?”.

Dr. Wilson said sarcastically , nodding  “ Oh Yeah .The guy tried to attack his wife screaming at her “ you’re bearing death’s child !You’re bearing death’s child! Almost killed her and the baby. He was admitted to the mental facility here. But until today he has been ok .Today must be a special day.”

Doctor Wilson handed the baby over to the mother as he ran to WARD 18 as the speaker blared with his name asking him to answer to the facility to Patient no 13.

Trina caressed the baby as she cooed at her ‘ Hey baby girl. What’s up?”.

Alex came on her side as he kissed both his girls gently on the forehead he took the baby from his wife’s arms and said to her softly ‘ You will be denied nothing and given everything. If someone denies you anything I will beat him’.

Trina smiled at him as love for both swelled up in her. “So what do you think we should name her?. We still haven’t decided that’.

Alex frowned as he thought of a perfect name for the girl who was their dream come true. They had tried so hard for 5 years and finally God answered their prayers with a beautiful baby girl.

Unlike her parents who struggled to get where they were and had to sacrifice a lot, their child would be given everything they never had. Love, security, and a content home. ‘Tara.’ He said aloud as an idea struck him. ‘We should name her Tara. She will rise to such a height that only the heavens will be able to see her full form”.

Trina smiled fondly at Alex “Baby boo, she will be so, if she’s anything like you”.

The nurse came up to her and asked for the baby. Trina handed her over to her as the nurse took her and led to the recovery room.

The nurse took her to where all the babies were kept and as she lay the baby down the others started to cry and yowl. The nurse was puzzled as she tried to quieten them . The babies had been peaceful until then , why did they react so badly once she came in ? Weird. As she started to move out of the room , she felt a pull to the baby. It was not her sudden maternal instinct which overcame her . It was more of a dare. The instinct overcoming her senses was whispering in her ear “Dare… Dare”. “The nurse shook her head to clear it of her ludicrous thoughts. She should take a vacation, she thought wearily as she trudged up the lift. The door behind her opened again as another lady entered the room.

The lady was tall and flawlessly beautiful. Blonde, green eyed and was wearing a Greek peplos; she made her way to Patient No 13 in the mental facility. Her mind was determined, ruthless. She refused to let anything happen to the child who was the key to freedom, to absolution… to everything. Whoever threatened to reveal her identity would be silenced…forever.

Martin had been highly sedated after he tried to warn everyone about the child who could destroy everything. He knew her potency and the extent she could go to. He felt his strength slowly returning, he tried to move. One step after another he told himself. As he rose from the bed, he felt a presence in the hospital. An inhuman presence. Panicking, he tried to run but suddenly a force pushed him back on the bed. He smiled as the tall and impossibly beautiful woman came inside “Thought you would come … Eris”.

The goddess of discord smiled “You know I would Martin. You know when I gifted you sight, I didn’t mean you start blabbing about killing of a harmless child.

Martin snorted “ You know she ain’t innocent. This is Meg’s child we ‘re talking about.”

Eris smiled evilly “I know baby. But this child is everything to me. With her powers, I can end Zeus once and for all. “. Leaning to him she whispered “No one will stop me. Leave alone you”.

Martin burst into flames. When only dust remained where a fully grown man slept, Eris went to the room where the baby was sleeping peacefully.

She went straight to the baby girl peacefully sleeping in the room. She touched her cheek and closed her eyes. Instantly a mark appeared on her hand, it was in the shape of a creature with wings. She kissed her head and whispered to her in Greek.

“My darling. I love you very much . I will not always be with you, but remember I will be always watching over you. Anytime you need us, your mother and me will be there defending you. I hope to see you ascend to the greatest heights and make us all proud. Help us to destroy our enemies and take our revenge against those who had wronged us”. She kissed her again smiling at her as the baby yawned and stretched and vanished in thin air.

Life has a funny way of setting things right

Well, the last time i posted was in June when my sister started skul and i expressed that how weird it was tht i was not going along with her in my uniform like for the last 13 yrs. Now... i really don't care.

I shud explain from the beginning. Since going to a skul for 11th and 12th was pointless since there were only two skuls which had Arts and i wud never go to them evn if i was on gunpoint... anyway i'm rambling. I applied to the most famous college in the city, Fergusson College, it was Arts so i guessed it wud be a shoo in for me , but the day the results were posted online i was shocked and angry!! Who the hell in their right minds wud put the cutoff for ARTS as 90%!!?????

 So , i ended up in my thrid choice and btw, it was only for my mom since it was her alumni otherwise noooooo. St Mira's College for Girls! I spent years in a co- educational school for years. Girls all around!!! SOS!

 I had entered with the single minded determination to hate it and act like a spoiled ICSE kid.... I wud have succeeded if a girl had not asked me whether all Arts students have to stand near the Sanctuary.

Today , two weeks later Maryam, the girl that day, Insiya, Sara and Zoya are better friends to me than all the school friends have ever been. We share the same dreams and goals, we have the same crazy sense of humor and sense of fun. When i told Maryam "yes" to her question, we started to talk to each other and I realized that i no longer felt like lonely and misunderstood for my choice of subjects and profession. She later introduced me to Insiya and Zoya and we became fast friends. We included Sara in our gang a few days later.

My anger and my grudge melted away like a chocolate ice cream standing out in the sun ... especially today's

Today was Maryam's b'day and she treated us at CCD. After that we did tp at Jewel Square . The entire time we yelled , laughed , had fun , teased and  talked. When we finally returned to college I looked at them and thought " Thank the Lords that i was not accepted in Fergusson . Where else wud i find friends and become a known figure in my class in one day????'.