Exams.

Exams. The world itself might bring some sadness (or happiness) upon you. A simple word can either make you stressed or angry (or happy if you're different). When some person comes to you and tells you a week before the exam, "We have exams starting next week!" you don't feel the pressure. You only feel it once it is a few hours away and your blank. And you get even stressed when your friend has finished more than you.

And nowadays I witness girls cry for stupid exams like their life depends entirely on it (I'm not criticizing you but it's what I think). I find it absolutely foolish. I mean, you must do well. And if you didn't do well your the one to blame. And like Ross (from Friends) said in one if the episode, "Don't blame the questions."


And in 10 years time, when you will be making out with your dream person (forever alones aside), this wouldn't matter, would it?

The lost can sometimes be found.

Don't you find it awkward that when your searching for a particular thing it is nowhere to be found but when you aren't, you see it all the time?
Like when you have to go for school and before your school bus arrives you search your whole house for your identity card. But you are sure that you kept it above the table the previous day. Or when you have to jot down a number or a reminder and you're frantically searching for a pen, and when you find one it doesn't have ink.
These things happen in each and every house. You keep one thing in a place and it gets shuffled to some other place by your cleanliness-addict mom/dad or your housemaid (or sibling). And whenever you inquire them, the frequent reply you get is either, "I DON'T KNOW," or "you keep your things in a safe place next time."
And one of the things which is most misplaced in the house is the CELLPHONE. But thanks to the landline, we can ring it up and find the phone. I once found mine in the obscure region of the toilet. Thank goodnesss that it wasn't in silent mode!
Keys. Car keys, house keys, cycle keys. They just disappear when you need them. Suddenly you have to go  buy something(which you remember in the last minute), and your searching here and there for the keys(if your not going by walk) and when you find it, you promise yourself to hang them in their proper place henceforth but never do.
We all know that there aren't any ghosts roaming around your house trying to make you look like a complete idiot. But I mom tells me that I'm careless, lazy and a absent-minded person. And I don't think this has anything to do with my carelessness. Ohh wait... then again, she might be right.

The power of a dad.

A father can be the light of your life. From the time his sperm penetrates the egg (think scientifically) till your graduation(and maybe more), he is there every step of the way. He makes up half of your existing chromosomes for all species. Let it be from hippos till donkeys, the father will always protect it's offspring from any danger.
A mother will take the idol of caring and being nice(some) while the father will teach you about etiquette(my dad got me a book titled etiquette). A mom will be there whenever you have a problem, a father will help you overcome it.

Happy Father's Day!

My careless life.

My life is pretty embarrassing, especially if you have an awesome set of parents. My life has been through many ups and downs. And I might be able to take you through them. And yes, this is a long post. So if your interested in my life, read.

When I was young, I used to literally be a magnet to diseases and disasters. When I was hardly one, I fell of a pram and received stitches on my upper jaw. They kept telling me that I was like taking care of a fully filled cup. It was pretty hard to tame me and make me behave properly. Believe it or not, when I was in 1st Standard, I was listed as one of the most troublesome kids in the whole primary block. And I maintained that name until I moved to China - which was after 2nd standard.

I used to be a brat when I was young. I used to pull my mom's hair while she was driving, go underneath and push the pedal or play with the gearbox. Now imagine a small boy who wants a sticker book soo badly that he would donate a kidney for it(use your imagination, may not happen at all under any circumstances at that age). Ten times that and he would be equal to me (according to my relatives).

Totally, I have had 3 stitches(including the pram incident). One on them is on the left side of my lip, because when I was in LKG, I was jumping from table to table when some wise kid held onto my leg and I fell on the side of the table face first. That was painful then, I guess.
The other was when I was playing with this gate like a see-saw. It kept coming back whenever I pushed it. So one day, when I was playing with it, my mom suddenly called me. So, I turned, forgetting everything about the swinging gate which was coming back at me, just like a dog would once it fetches your ball. The gate smashed squarely above my right eyebrow. And thus, was the last of my stitches (so far).

And there was this particular thing which cracks me up every time it passes my mind.
In UKG, they used to give us clay for us to play with. It used to be fun. I used to make the roundest balls of the whole lot (and took out my spoon and knife and pretend to make dosa). And there was this day which I don't clearly remember, but I ended up in the hospital. And when I inquired my mom the reason for my presence in an unhygienic hospital room, she answers, "you have clay in your ear." I couldn't remember a thing. It was like being woken after a drunk night (PS - I'm speaking from other's experience). They doctors dozed me and did took out the clay and kept it on a tray. When I woke up, I realized that the clay piece was soo damn big that you could shape it into a small marble. When I went to school the day after, and since I had no idea what happened, I kept put the blame on my classmate, Arunachallam (the boy who couldn't spell his own name).

Since I was in China, I had always been prone to fire/hot water. The first time I got burnt was when I was in 2nd standard. I tried taking a heated bowl of rice from the microwave while it was still hot. I slipped and fell and the hot water poured right on my face and the top of my chest. It was horrible.
And then the second time was, yet again, with hot water. I was terribly sick and I had to inhale that hot water fumes. So I was sitting on a table and had a blanket over me. As I got closer to the water pot, my forehead slightly touched the top of the rim. I immediately pulled my head back, and the water pot along with it. the boiling water feel on top of my soft spot. And no, it didn't make any mark over there, but it did above it. And  I had to sing that night (yes, I was in the school choir because I had a charming voice, until puberty destroyed it).

From what I've learnt, it's that even if you make the biggest mistakes which at that point might seem like the end (unless you die), is actually isn't. It just leaves a huge mark on your skin reminding you to never do it again. You learn from your mistakes, and your injuries. Like I did. Now I will be extra careful when pulling things out the microwave and I will never jump from one table to the other.
And that's just the summary. I couldn't put all the stuff I did when I was young. But the thing I liked the most was my numeric system when I was young - one, two, thee, four, five, six, vathan, eight, nine, ten. And I swear to god that, that once was our answering machine's tone thingy.

Life is a bitch. A beautiful one.

Since the dawn of mankind, or lets say dinosaurs, the world had and has always been in a state where the most dominant takes over the least dominant. Like when the T-Rex can win a brawl against a Stegosaurus. Or how a rich person can eat a large pizza and a person suffering from poverty has to eat shrubs which are filled with sharp thorns. And just like Charles Darwin called life as the "Survival of the fittest," the worthy shall only make it good. So to become really awesome - soo awesome that not even teachers dare to speak a word against you (get the sarcasm) - all you have to do is start of big. Big in the right direction, too.

Life is like a wave, it goes back only to come back to shore again. Only this time, to come back up further. And life IS a bitch. She will act nice and one time and seem to give you the happiest day of your life. But then, the next day will probably seem to be worst day of your life. But at times she might give you some reason or the other and start boasting on the things you didn't have. And you will feel utterly depressed and you can't tell her to stop too. Its like asking a wall to make you a sandwich. You know it can't make it and you do it just for the sake of it. But she is a beautiful one because (basically because you might have a good taste in women) even though it makes you feel bad, you can't help but love it. Its like having a useless watch in your pocket and whenever you want to check the time, you keep looking at it even though it is pretty much useless.

I guess I hardly make any sense, but if we are like minded, you might be able to know what I'm trying to say.

Just saying sorry is meaningless.

Sometimes apologizing doesn't actually make the difference you hoped it would. Saying sorry after doing something wrong is like buying the ingredients for a cake for his/her birthday. It doesn't actually mean anything until you make up for it.
I personally feel that saying sorry doesn't make anything right. For me, somebody apologizing without doing making up for it is like giving me a sandwich without any filling. It basically worthless.
People can apologize for several things, like from losing a friend's rubber/eraser, losing your boss's Ferrari car keys or even sleeping with their bestfriend's girlfriend.
Imagine your bestfriend slept with your girlfriend(imagine you have a girlfriend in the first place). And you walk into them making out. You could probably feel the betrayal oozing out of your fingers. Your bestfriend might make it up to you by exchanging with his girlfriend with yours(probably a smile might creep into your face), or punch you in the face real hard, so hard that you wake up and realize it was a dream.

There will always be a point in your life where you've ruined another person's day. Or you might have not kept up the promise that you swore never to tell anybody. But if you say "Hitler promised not to invade Czechoslovakia, bro," your probably on the safe side.

There are always conflicts between two or maybe more. And sometimes just saying sorry doesn't make any difference. Just like the old woman apologized in front of some thing in Valentine's Day (FYI, I watched it for Jessica Alba and Emma Roberts and a bit for Ashton Kutcher).

Bafishy.

Never dwell on things too long. It just makes you feel worse when you lose it. 

Learn to let go when it becomes too dangerous and it might hurt you if you cling onto it too long. It's basically like a never-ending Subway sandwich. You know you'll like it when you see it. And you enjoy it once you start devouring it. But after time passes, it starts to rot and and things can get ugly. And if you start munching on the bad stuff, things can turn bad - like you have a loose bowel movement or it blasts out from the other side as fast as a garden water hose(including the smell too). It can also cause inner pain which might probably be unbearable - depending on how strong you are. 

But hey! Look at the bright side too. If you enjoy the never-ending sandwich, it might not be that bad.

I have no idea where I'm getting at, but this is entirely coming with the flow. :D

All I'm saying is... hippos can't fly.

The start of a new bud.

Hi there! This is actually my first blog so don't mind if its kind of different. People call me by different names. My family calls me Kaushik or Kuttu (yes, that is my pet name). Some of my friends call me random girly names which I don't pay attention to.  But the most prominent one, which most of my friends (and my Computer teacher) is 'Cow', since the first syllables are pronounced the same way.

I currently study in this school by the name 'The PSBB Millennium School' situated in the outskirts of Chennai.
Life in my class is pretty different. Especially when you're surrounded by a group of  birdbrains who constantly keep making you go crazy half the time. My school is pretty awesome though. It might not be air-conditioned or have supply of electricity for the full 7 hours of school, but its pretty awesome when you have got the right group of people to cheer you up when your down.
I will be moving to Dubai by the end of August. I got the information a year ago and I have been living the past year dreading that moment. I had never thought time would fly so fast. But as they say - 'Time flies when your having fun.' My mom granted me permission to study for the first term of my 9th year. She kept reminding me that it will be the last time I study in an Indian-based Syllabus. She has also advised me to have fun and not to concentrate too much on he upcoming exams which I follow.
Some people think I'm awesome, which I cannot agree more (sarcasm intended, but seriously some people really do think I'm totally awesome).
Life is pretty much awesome for me now. I just enjoy it just like I enjoy eating sandwiches. But not as awesome as sandwiches though..