Free!!

Just one more, she thought to herself..
"two minutes left, make sure your papers are arranged in order and tied properly", the invigilator exclaimed.
She looked up, he looked as bored as ever.. but her heart was hammering, her hands shaking. I can do this, just one more, she thought to herself.
As she finished writing the last word, he began collecting the papers.
She looked around at her friends.. the grin on their faces.

They ran out of the classroom.. screaming..

We're FREEEEEEEEEE!


Now, I don't think you get it yet!
I'm free! Like, FREEEE. Like, no more school rules. No more TWO plats, no more uniform, no more "you're allowed only one earing", no more pinning up bangs, no more horrid smelly school shoes and socks!
I can wear nail polish! I can wear all my earings!
I can wear my rings!
I don't have to avoid Laila ma'am anymore!
I don't have to tie my hair ever again!

I'm DONE. School's over!
As much as I'm going to miss it, I'm excited! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!! = D
I'm alumni now! HA!

I'm done. = )

Livin' On A Prayer

Dear God,

How be you? I'm not so good right now.
I know I'm not overly religious, but I do believe, so that counts, right? I don't thank you and all, but for the first 15 years of my life, I said the "Our Father" everyday, and meant it most of the time. *sheepish grin*
Anyway, I was hoping.

PLEASE MAKE THESE EXAMS GO AWAY SOON.
French was.. blaaah, after all the hard work, even an 80% seems, well, difficult.
English and Geography were good, but.. that's it.
Business maths is done Tuesday, whereas I'm only doing my SECOND main subject. Why is that, by the way?
Is this my punishment for bein' bad at math and running away from it?
It IS kinda' your fault y'know?
I got all the wrong genes.
Why couldn't I have the logic and the art? It's as bad as giving me my dad's arms and mom's legs.
But, you gave me brains, decent brains.. but you also made me illogically true to myself. That sucks, y'know?
Anyway, coming back to exams.
Why do I get the urge to write my book, or.. read Jane Eyre ONLY during my exams. Why do I get all these bright ideas, draw so much, want to cook so much, ONLY DURING MY EXAMS?
Are you going to turn me into a slothful leech after? Please don't?
So, I'm requesting that, just for another week, till the 23rd, keep a check on me. Make sure I study, properly. And please.. I need to get into a decent college.
HELP. ME.


Yours-truly-in-need-of-help.
Shrutilaya the Desperado.

P.S. Mom thinks I'll get 94%, please make sure she realizes how deluded she is.
ThankYou.

Guest Post - Shatabdi

It had been shaky since days now. It would momentarily pain every-time she bit into something hard. She even tried to feel it with her index finger one morning. Ewww gross.

Chinky was 8 now, one grown up girl. Three kids in her colony called her didi! She had lost the first of the pair two months back when her brother had punched her hard on her mouth; Most painful experience ever. He was naughty and he was evil. Yes, it was only by mistake but it bled for hours after the incident. Like her mom said, ‘there were neater ways of doing it.’ Days late it was replaced with a brand new shiny one. But she had not forgiven her brother yet.

She was fearless. She had even begun to sleep on her own in the tiny room near the balcony. One visit to the dentist meant nothing.

Or so she thought.

Now as she sat on the dental chair, with the huge round glowing bulb on her face, it seemed very different. This man was actually going to strategically remove it. Or, was he going to knock it out too? He looked fairly similar to the punching brother. He was going to turn and place the fist on the face. Or was he?

“Such a pretty pink frock chinky,” The doctor quipped noticing her anxiety. “Who bought it for you?” “Mumma”, Chinky feebly replied. “Okay, very nice.” The doctor gave a kind smile. He then asked pointing towards his mouth with a little frown, “Does it pain?” “Hmm” she didn’t know what else to say. “Bad one. So we shall stop the pain, come on, let me have a look.”

She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as she could. “You have a very brave girl as a daughter Mr. Mehra.” ….

And then it was done.

Two hours later, she was walking down the street that led to her house. The left hand clutching her father’s finger and in her right, a cone of vanilla ice-cream.

Guest Post - Jinxed Pixie

Dedicated to Ki and Shrutilaya

My first guest post!!!!

(Ki, you introduced me to Haiku, and now here is a post on limericks, which is another form of poetry. I know mine sucks but you’ll just have to bear with me, no??)

Limerick is a form of poetry that consists of five lines, and is usually humorous (though mine is anything but humorous)…The last words of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd lines rhyme, while the last words of the 3rd and 4th line rhyme with each other.

1. A fairy in the heaven above
On seeing a one-winged dove
Exclaimed in fright
“Aye, it ain’t a pretty sight”
And ate it up with clove.

2. Once decided a homesick gnome
Someday, I just might go home
And packed all his junk
In his rusted trunk
And exclaimed “ I might as well not go”

3. An extremely self-possessed young lady Ki,
Said you and me make we,
But the boyfriend argued
That he was misconstrued
And that Ki and him actually made three

;) ;) ;)

Ki, I hope you got the idea… ;)

4. A lass Shrutlilaya who had a blog
And had to, for her boards, slog
Decided while nibbling a toast
That she must get people to write a guest post
And pretended to be suffering from a writers block

;) ;) ;)