There is never a place like home.

To be honest, I was kind of excited to get out of Chennai. It felt that it would make a difference in my life. It might've been also to learn a new language. I felt that "I know so many languages that I could speak one for every day of the week, including French (inside joke :P )" might have been a cheesy pick-up line. Cheesy but it might work, probably. On the other hand, it was nice to be reunited with my mother.

Dubai is a good place to stay. Hot, but good. The roads are cleaner, the people much more friendly. Adults and teenagers give up their space for senior citizens. The atmosphere isn't polluted with smoke (sometimes sand) . Although a litre of water is costlier than petrol, life is satisfactory here.

People respect other people the same line they respect themselves. Disposable bags are thrown in the bins as supposed to. Traffic rules are regulated and followed. Almost every Indian has stories on how many times they have failed the driving test. From what I've heard, one of my mom's friend failed in the 17th attempt.

Dubai is (mostly) everything which Chennai is not - and yet I miss Chennai. Chennai throbs with an entirely different culture and means of living. Every morning I used to wake up to the shouts of the vendor lady screaming at the top her voice, 'keerai!'.

I miss the people. Even though they will scream at me if I try to do some stupid things in front of them saying I don't have any 'arivu'. Seems that if you are intact with the madness, you long to get away from it. Once you are away from you, you miss the very exact madness.

PSBB Millennium. More than just a school*

PSBB Millennium. The name might itself bring about some sort of memory you would want to relive again and again. I have several in mind. It might not excel academically, but you can be damn sure you'll have fun in other methods.

When I transited to India from China, I came with a mind completely filled with bogus - such as my friends will be lame; the teachers will be strict; I will get punishment from time to time, etc. But it was not always like that. I made new buddies, better friends. And then I had my time. I felt like it was the awesomest time of my life. I never wanted it to end. It was like a never ending roller-coaster ride. I had my thrills and turns, but I would be going in the same loop again and again.

And then my mom came and told me that I would have to emigrate to Dubai. I felt like someone had stopped the roller-coaster. I felt really bad. And then out of the blue, it dawned on me. I had been so engrossed with PSBB that I feared leaving it would leave me lonely and incomplete. I was like a frog born in a well. I would have no shot of escaping unless someone throws down a bucket for me to climb on board. And throw a bucket they did.

First I was looking at the Cons of going to an another place. And then my mom gave me a huge lecture on how my education plays a huge factor and how I could be two step closer of being an Ivy League graduate (yes, she thinks I'm extremely smart and I have a chance of going there. :P ). I listened to her drone on about other stuff as in the culture and the environment ( {on a semi-unrelated note} ironic thing is, she had a talk with me yesterday about the male Sheikhs here. Seems that they don't have exposure to women at a young age, so most of them turn out gay. So she advised me to not get to attached to strange Arab people as they could molest me o.O ).

And then after self-convincing and self-motivation, I finally brought myself back onto the same level as others and started behaving like nothing is going to change. I could now say "I was living life to its fullest!" I knew the power to not give a blueberry pie when a problem arises, and experienced how it feels like to not complete a task when given and nothing devastating would happen to you. It felt LEGENDARY! You should experience that feeling once.

I got back to reality and tried to enjoy it to its fullest! Although these loony FAs and SAs acted like a speed-breaker. But in the end, I had enough fun and memories to remember for a long time, unless I get hit in the heard really hard and I forget everything or a large alien army recruit me and brainwash me to work for them. A man can dream, can't he?

And all those imbeciles out there who are darn sure that I will forget them and will lose touch with them after a while. Well, I would like to ask you the same thing.If you're soo sure I wont remember you, how can I be sure you will? Right back at ya'! well, if you still have even a shadow of a doubt, well think again you paranoid sleazeball. You're just as wrong as that frog which thought the well was the world.

Overall, PSBBM was an amazing school, and some people there are good. You get the right set of friends there and you ready to go on a ride which you'll never experience again (or maybe will)!

Thank you TPSBBMians and the school for making this small awesome person an even awesome-r guy (if you're offended in any way, well I'm sorry but its true. Its time for you to face the truth you fat old geezer.)

Note 1: I was being sarcastic on that one.

Note 2: Actually I wasn't.
*Conditions Apply. Only for happy and satisfied people.

Goodbye, Shiny.

When I first saw him, he was a small white puppy. My mother had bought him for me as my 20th birthday gift. We named him Shiny. I used to play with him like I was a 6 year old chap. Every evening we used to go to the park and I used to throw a tennis ball and he used to fetch it. He was my best friend. I would tell him stories even though he wouldn't understand them. He would just loll his head. 

Early mornings on a weekend, I would take him to the beach and watch him play in the sunrise. He would get himself wet, roll around in the mud and come towards me. I could do nothing but laugh. Sometimes I would go into the sea for a swim, and I would watch as he paddles towards me.

Then afterwards, when I got a job, I would come home after noon to inspect and feed him and I would be off until four. Every time I used to set foot in the house, he would pounce on me like I were a magnet and I would fall down.

Then the time came when I got married to Hannah. She moved in and it was the three of us living together. 

The playing time decreased and Shiny started to feel left out. For a long time, it was just the two of us, but now he felt that Hannah had taken his place. What Shiny didn't know what I loved him just as I loved Hannah. But I should have reserved some play time for Shiny because he went in front of a truck and was squashed like a watermelon and a hammer.

Keep in mind - Its not my story! :P 

(Working title)

The baby's cry reverberated of the room. The blaring sound was much awaited. The nurse handed over the just born baby to the mother. Tears of happiness and joy poured out of her eyes. The nurse informed her that the small baby was going to live a happy life. The nurse then took the baby of the mother's soft hands and handed the baby to the father. The father's face showed nothing close to happiness. He put the baby back into the cradle and silently walked out of the room. And he was never to be seen again.

The boy was recognized as Zaphia. He was brought up by his mother alone. At home, he had to do all the chores because they were missing a pair of hands. He used to wash his and his mom's clothes and do the dishes. His mother used to return home late. Every month, she used to return with a story in hand. The mother used to read one to him every night before they slept. Zaphia adored his mother above all humanity. Every weekend, his mother used to take him to the beach and watch the sun rise. It was a wonderful sight. They could see white ball of light rising from the horizon. This would be the highlight of the week. Then, his mother would bear his weight on her shoulders and run around the beach even though it pained a lot.

When he came of age, Zaphia was sent to school. He used to take his studies seriously. He believed that if he studied well, he could give his children a life his mother never gave him. He was the smartest student of his age. Everyday after school, he would run home and clean the house. When his mother entered the house, he would pounce on her like a dog does to its owner. He would tell her each and every interesting incidents which occurred in school and his mother used to listen intently. They used to continue this routine until Zaphia went to college.

The mother went to drop her son at the train station. The mother kissed him on the cheek and said, "I'll be waiting." With that, Zaphia boarded the train. The solitary mother stood there, waving in one hand and holding a handkerchief in another. After the train was no where to be seen, and all the other parents departed, the mother stood there and reminisced all the things they did together. With a tear in her eye, she left back home, knowing that no one would be waiting for her. All was gone.

During his first year, she used to receive a post card every week regarding his hospitality, events happening in college, friends he made, etc,. But then, the time between cards started increasing and increasing. It became two weeks, then four and then once in two months. And all of a sudden, she never received any postcards. She felt really bad. It was as if a opaque wall had been put between Zaphia and his mother. She felt lonlier the minute.

After a couple of years later, while returning home from work, she found the front door slightly open. Her fear bloomed. She could feel her heartbeat throbbing on her neck. She knew that if robbers broke into the door, she wouldn't have the strength to fight them. She quietly opened the door and the house was filled with darkness. She took the object closest to her, which was an umbrella and headed towards the hall. There she could see a silhouette of a man standing. She was about to throw the umbrella at him when the light turned on. It took her a couple of seconds for her eyes adjust but when it hit her, she immediately dropped the umbrella and rushed towards Zaphia. After she finished hugging him, she realized that he was holding a medal. Engraved on it was 'Student of the year'. She started smiling so much that her cheek started paining.

At night, they slept in one bed and the mother recited one of the stories she used to tell when he was smaller. But this didn't last long either. Soon, he got married and emigrated out of the country. The mother got lonely again. She used to receive some money and a postcard once a month with pictures of her grandchildren.

She quit her job and lived with the money sent by her son. Zaphia planned to come meet his mother along with his children but later cancelled it because of his promotion.

Soon, the mother became very ill and had to stay in bed. Zaphia took a month off and came to visit her alone. He switched off his phone and removed all modes of communication. They went back into the old times. This time though, he told her stories.

Then one day, the mother woke up somewhere she remembered being a long time ago. The sight was dark. Beside her was Zaphia. He said that he had a surprise for her. He turned the chair around and seated a couple of yards away was a woman he had only seen once and two children he had only seen pictures of. The children ran towards her and hugged her very tightly. She remembered Zaphia hugging her a long time ago. Then he turned the chair back to the initial position. She was facing the sea. They five sat facing the east and watched the sun rise. It was the same as watching it forty years ago. The golden sunlight rose from the horizon. It was a treat for the eyes. Then slowly, she turned towards her son and melodiously said, "I love you and thank you for everything," which she had been waiting to say for some time. She faced the rising sun and gently closed her eyes. She thought quickly of the things she could have done if her husband hadn't left her - the life they could have had. She thought of the dark abyss which will engulf her. And slowly her eyes closed, never to be opened again.

It was raining heavily outside...

So today I was bored in class, so I asked a person beside me to give me a starting phase for me to complete as a story. She gave me "It was snowing heavily outside...". So this was the story I did in class.

It was snowing heavily outside when I woke up. I found out that I was abandoned by my team. An empty rifle sat beside me. I was in a deserted house, window glasses shattered. Suddenly my walkie-talkie began to beep. At first I thought it was a malfunction, but later discarded that hypothesis. Once I picked it up from my left leg, the man on the other line said, "Both your teammates were killed in action. You're all alone. There are still enemies hiding. Be at the pier in two hours. A helicopter will be waiting to pick you up. This shall be your last chance. Oh, and, keep the rest of your fingers safe."
It was then when I realized that the ring finger on my left had had been amputated. I left the house and out to the blistering cold. I noticed that beside it was a warehouse. I broke the door and went in. Inside, there were shit loads of ammunition, an awesome looking motorcycle, hefty sandbags and some jacket. I reloaded my rifle, took some other guns and grenades and took the black jacket. I hot-wired the motorcycle and ventured out into the cold road. I knew where the pier was. As I was travelling, two bikers from behind started to open fire at me. I had little to react and just dropped a grenade. To my luck, the grenade blew up just in time and finished them both off. When I reached the pier, it was deserted too. There were flying posters here and there and big barracks in the middle. I had no idea why they were there. As I went to the middle of the pier, people dressed in black started shooting at me. It was an ambush! There were almost 7 of them. They must have seen this forthcoming. I took the machine gun which was hanging on my back and took cover behind one of the sandbags. I started killing 'em one by one. When there were two of them left, I heard the helicopter's blades slicing the wind. I glanced at it and fired a flare to show my presence. It was a little later when I realized it was a grave mistake, as it wasn't my ride. I knew they they would finish me from above. Once they were directly above me, they poured transparent liquid. I thought it was acid, but when it fell on me, nothing affected my skin. It was extremely cold. At that instant I knew what it was. It was water. But it struck me, why would they pour water? To freeze me to death? Then another wave was poured, but this time it was carried along with a low voice saying, "get up!"

The scenery changed as fast as a blink of an eye. I was staring at the ceiling. My clothes were soaked in water. And when I sat upright, I saw my dad with a bucket in hand. He was yelling at me cause I was late for school.

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.

An awesome representation of a poem! :D

The beautiful lady or the hungry lion?

This story came for comprehension in my class. I felt like that the story was awesome. I could have made some alterations or added some stuff along the way.

There once lived a semi-barbaric king. He had a beautiful daughter that was the light of his life. He loved her very dearly. Later on, when she came of age, she had an affair with one of the courtiers. He was young, tall, handsome and brave. Their clandestine love affair had been been going on for 6 months, until the king discovered its existence. The furious semi-barbaric king sent him to the dungeons till the day of trial. When the day of trial arrived, it was held in a big arena which accommodated people from different parts of the kingdom awaiting to see the final decision. The procedure was that the youth would confront two doors. He would choose one of them which would ultimately choose his fate. Inside one of the doors was a peckish lion which could chow down any flesh that was presented before it. The other was a beautiful woman in a bikini. If he had chosen the beautiful woman, he was granted the permission to make her his bride, albeit if he chose the one with the craving lion, he would have to brawl with it. The king and the other courtiers were sitting in the tallest tower overlooking the arena. The daughter, who was sitting beside the king, was still in love with the young man. However, she knew who the lady behind the door was. She was the most beautiful woman in the court and resented her very much. The youth entered the arena through a small door in the side. In those times, it was accustomed to bow before the king before performing any heroic acts. He did not bow. He was constantly looking at the beautiful daughter seated right of the king. The king and the courtiers along with the daughter knew behind which door crouched the lion and which door stood the lady. While the young man and the daughter exchanged eye contact, the daughter raised her hand and with a quick flick of wrist pointed right. No one else witnessed the movement. As the young courtier moved towards the door, every eye was fixed on him, every breath was held and the arena was filled with silence. Without any hesitation, the man went and opened the right door.

This story was actually written by Frank Stockton.