THE NEW GIRL IN THE NEW SCHOOL

I apologize to that entire ‘Wake up Sid ‘fans for morphing the vital sentence of the movie. Well, I am sure you won’t fell bad at the end as I crossed the code of conduct. Yes, I represent the not so welcomed; preposterous bunches that enter every class, every year in every school. Yes, you are right. We are the ‘NEW ADMISSIONS’. And I take the pride of being a new admission thrice!! Though there are lots of friends who have a higher record of changing schools than mine, I take the vanity of making my clan proud. This article is just to let others know what they have missed in their life!!! DO THE NEW! · We have tasted ‘Ragging’ long before you! We have faced real time Rann Vijay’s and Raghu’s.(This obviously increase our immunity) · Our real friend list is really longer than your orkut/facebook ones. · We had been exposed to ‘THE CHANGE’ before Barack Obama showed it to you and we have changed too… · We shoot to overnight fame just by entering amidst the class. (Our publicity doubles if we top a small class test, triples if we have a small argument with the class leader, quadruples if we are beautiful/handsome!) · We get a delightful variety of astounding and astonishing nick names for which we’ll always be remembered for. · Our ability and probability to create and multiply enemies with the class toppers and their fraternity becomes an all time high and as time passes we become an expert at it. · And of course, our negotiating skills immensely increase as we make friends with all new faces. Thereby we are here to prove the Darwin’s bicentennial theorem, ’THE SURVIVAL OF THE ADAPTEST’. For all those who resist changing schools, take this note! Go ahead. You will find a whole new world ahead you. Explore and excavate! Enjoy the topples and tumbles!!You may be your tribe’s Orlando Bloom or Keira Knightly. Let out the adventurer in you! Do the new!!Be the new (admission)!!!

THE RESONANCE

George pushed his empty plate out of the table and lifted a cup of coffee to his lips.” What about the people who don’t measure up?”
“They are taped eventually and become our social scientists. Ingenescu is one. I am a registered psychotherapist. We are the second echelon to speak.”
George finished his coffee. He said,” I still wonder about one thing.”
“What is that?”
George threw aside the sheet and stood up. ”Why they call them Olympics?”

Adithi smiled. She swiftly closed the book. She looked around herself. it was completely dark, except for her table. She eased herself on her chair and slowly closed her eyes. Darkness surrounded again. Gradually images flew by inside her… Isaac Assimov… mammoth’s….. Suddenly there was a beep. She held up immediately to find that the power was gone. It was her UPS which held her up. She switched off her system and lay back on her couch. She started to reflect.
Adithi was in her holidays. She’s the hyperactive student of her clan. She’s the science kid of her college and considered to be a geek, though she’s not.
The clock struck one. She couldn’t sleep. Holidays were boring though she expected it much. All of a sudden it banged her mind. “Is this science fiction for real?””If not so, why the hell the market is flooded with these books?”” Will such things happen for real?”… “Am I gone crazy? Why do I question myself in midnight about such stuff?” Unknown to herself, she fell asleep.
The morning’s golden glow left her to feel the warmth of sun. She opened her eyes to see that a new day had broken. The sun’s rays fell on her like cuboids of brightness sliced by her window panes, so mystical which makes us feel new and fresh.
She took out her mobile kept beside to check out. ‘1 new message’ prompted it. She opened the message. It read “Good Morning.” It was from Sid. Her only friend and her best friend. As of now, he’s only a friend.
She replied him and went to brush. She slowly took the paste and placed it carefully on her brush. She had never been this slow. She thought about Sid. “How they became friends and how it continues even now” words spoken; gifts exchanged; moments enjoyed; moments fought; and… her untold love.
It bumped into her mind suddenly. The time when she and Sid planned to fly themselves to the “Paradise Island”. The one they got to know from a movie, up above our world. Above our mountains, above our clouds above our skyscrapers, lies a world enchanting, beautiful, mystical and super natural.
By constant to and fro motion the paste lost its power and sheen by now, and reminded Adithi to wash.
She did her daily works as soon as possible and sat before her computer system. She opened her internet browser prompting “Google” and typed “PARADISE ISLAND.” The page opened as spontaneous as the ripe apple would fall to the ground. Adithi concentrated on it carefully. The third link seemed different. It read,
The story of travel
The world up above and deep below.
The travel to reach the beyond.
www.travelstory.com
She clicked it to find a series of pages with details on science fiction and the expeditions tried out in real, since past ages. She eventually lost her interest and felt of getting some fresh air.
She took her bike and rode to the beach to find a lone place to sit alone. She felt as if the beach had cast a spell on her. She felt different. Her mobile beeped. There was a new message.
“Are you interested to explore the enigma?
To know the unknown?
To find the lost?
To know who I am??
Have your steps ahead!”
Adithi was puzzled and bewildered. How absurd this is! She tried to reply back. But it failed. She wished to forget it. But it kept pondering over her mind. Have your steps ahead!! Ahead!! It was only a ragging sea ahead of her!!! “Should I go inside the sea!” thought Adithi.
Only a few moments passed, she stood stiffly and walked swiftly into the sea. Hardly was it only a few steps from the world, the world she lived. She fell down. Deep under. It was like the fastest roller coaster. She screamed her best. But heard nowhere. As a miracle she didn’t suffocate. She didn’t know what to do. Her free fall gradually slew down and acceleration ceased abruptly. She heard a computer generated voice. “Velocity resonated” “velocity resonated” “velocity resonated.”
She was free. Free to move and walk, as if living on land. She gazed around. A complete, flaw-less, untouched world down under. She paced slowly. It was blue everywhere, far and wide, high and low; it was blue; ultramarine; turquoise. To her surprise she didn’t find any marine creatures. She wondered, if it’s a real sea.
As she moved, she felt an existence instinct. To her fascination she found a man at a distance. He was blonde; amazingly tall; light skinned.
As she advanced to him, he grinned and said,” Willkommen Sie. Ich bin Hugo Foerster.” “Danke. Ich bin Adithi”, replied Adithi. “Gut. You have known German, “he said. “Ein bisschen (a bit),” answered Adithi again.
Before he started to speak, Adithi asked, “It is you who messaged me, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I liked to have a visitor to my place. It’s been long. As like you, I was even bored,” He said calmly.
“This is ridiculous,” shouted Adithi. “Who are you? Why should I visit you?”
But he seemed calm and cool. He was well possessed and replied,” Look, not everyone could meet me. I liked you.”
Adithi inquired,” Well then, who are you?”
He just smirked.” I am from Germany. You are from India. But the place we are standing now in nowhere in the world.”
Adithi’s eyes enlarged and she was bewildered.
“I’m not a scientist, as you consider. I am the one like you, interested in exploring science the facts and myths.”
“So…” started Adithi. She felt something and bent down. She saw three dogs licking her feet.
“Dogs!!” she exclaimed.
“Yeah, they’re mine. I love dogs. So I got them with me,” said Hugo.
“While reading science fictions I read a lot about time travels. They were so real and factual. I could not believe it’s for myth. So went out to try every trick. And I found this! The one we are experiencing now.”
Adithi paid close attention. She corrected her spectacle.
“When the velocity of your motion, the gravitational pull and the upward thrust of the medium you’re moving resonates, you would be in the metaphysical state alienated to your world for a brief period”
“Is it? Then how is that you could stay here always??” cross examined Adithi.
“It’s not so. I am just an illusion of 8 nano lasers colliding at 360o to provide you with an optical image of myself. Even the dogs, the sense you felt, is because of controlled pressure application. Entire things here is self-programmed and engineered to answer you with my inbuilt search engines as your favorite Google,” told Hugo.
“Wow”, amazed Adithi.
“The integral reason to get you here is to prove science is not a fiction. Only fictions are written on science. Science fictions become reality only when people close their book and try out in real, than moaning in dreams!!” Hugo said emphatically.
“How did you know that it was me buzzing on it?” she investigated again.
“It was you, who googled it. I check out for people who search such stuff,” he posed with a cheeky grin.
Adithi smiled.
“Go on. Go to your world. Live your life; use your knowledge, serving science and world. And as a personal note, always make your intentions clear. Tell Sid about your love.” Said Hugo softly.
Adithi blushed, thinking of searching the Google for the best possible ways to propose love to a friend.
“But, I have a doubt.” said Adithi.
“How is it possible to create an illusion in a metaphysical or excited state??”
“I told that I am not a scientist, but not an inventor. An inventor never lets out his secrets”, grinned Hugo.
She smelled something annoying but well known. “Wake up, Adithi.” She heard her mom. Her dad cried, “Darling, wake up.” She heard her mom and dad cries all over and again.
She heard another voice too!
She opened her eyes. In a translucent glow, she saw her mom, dad and SID. He is here. She felt elated inside. She was in hospital. Her mom kissed her so hard as if kissing her for the first time. Her father was praying to god. Sid stood there silently seeing her. He had cried. She could see it from his face. Everyone blasted in tears, beaming with happiness.
Sid came close to her and went to her ears and whispered, “I was afraid I’d miss you. I can’t live without you, dear. I love you.”

For my dear brother!

For my dear brother

I'm fortunate, and I'm glad
I got you for my brother;
Even if I had the chance,
I wouldn't pick another.
I'm happy you're in my life;
Im lucky you're in my life;
Im proud you're in my life;
YES,
You're my winner, come what may.
May your every wish come true &
Here I am to love you.
Lots may happen;
Lots may vanish,
But remember,
Your sister is there
As always….

Do we still need nature??

‘It was a single step for man, but a giant leap for mankind”, were those historic words. But small steps mean smaller footprints in the context of global warming.

What we see depends on where we are. Many of us do not understand the real threat because of standing at the wrong place. It’s hard to know what we are looking at, until we step away and see the bigger picture.

Our planet has to be and admired, adored, desired, liked, enjoyed, played with, loved.
But we had used, destroyed, ravaged, and devastated her.

Will she be available for our children?
Our children’s children?

Nature provides inspiration, not only to biologists, but also to millions of naturalists, explorers, painters, photographers, writers, poets and musicians. After Aldus Huxley read Rachel Carlson’s “Silent Spring”( about the loss of songbirds due to DDT), his comment was that “we are losing half the subject matter of poetry”.

We do not know what our value systems will be in future, or what the value systems of our successors will be. Perhaps they will need vast quantities of some species that we now consider insignificant or even harmful. Nobody could have predicted that a bread mould be a source of antibiotics; that armadillos would be the only experimental animal to be infected by leprosy. So is the nature.

As Al Gore rightly claimed to us to think globally and act locally. Our generation is not the first generation to do damage to the planet, but we are the first to realize the extent of the problem. We are the one who really became aware of the fact that the human population is causing irreparable damage to the planet -to the air, water, soil, biological resources.

We still consider global warming as yet another topic for public speaking. But global warming is real. Glaciers melt; ozone hole gets big, Tigers, Pandas, Rhinos(list goes on) follows Dodo; pollution increase! On the whole the effects are drastic.

Our invisible and innumerable activities are questioning ourselves against survival?? We don’t have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

Now let’s take your turn;
Plant a tree, have our say for global warming,
Save earth and save ourselves,
Come what may, she’s always ours!!

We have to take a step back and a step up from where we are. The neighborhood
may look the same, but if we can see the entire planet and the damage that has been
done in the last one hundred years, the changes that have occurred will be very clear.
Global warming is not about point of view. It’s about survival.

SPIRIT'S DREAM!

Simple was the day,
Sizzling was the rain,
It was you on your way;
When you won,
We, the world called it your day!
Your smile beheld me,
Your shots bewildered me,
Your play bewitched me,
It’s not just grand slams you mean to me,
My beloved;
It was the day you and your world yearned for,
So, is the day I’m glad for.
Our birthday, by the way,
The day we share is the one I look for.
Roger,
I like you very much,
And,
You’re my dream ever and forever...

So… What happens after I graduate??

“What’s your aim in life?” When popped with this question since fifth grade, our answers were of delightful varieties. It was obvious that our class toppers answered as “IAS officers” and the others as doctors, engineers, software professionals, VJ’s and RJ’s (Youngistaans!!).

But are these that we really take up in life??? Irrespective of our passion, ability and interest we land up in different careers, decided by our society. The best minds of CBSE and State Board mostly get settled in IIT, AIIMS and Anna University, MMC respectively.

It is pathetic to accept that we indeed panic to pursue our passion. Once Mr. N.R.Narayana Murthy said, “Don’t be an engineer, just because you have a degree in engineering. Do what you are good at. And you‘ll be good at what you think.”

“So… what happens after we graduate?” I think this is one of the most common questions among world’s youth today. And, we DECIDE.

But little we know about the impact of our decision. In fact this is the decision which not only affects our SELF, but also the fundamental part of how our society (the reality which influenced our decision), economy and development system works. I bet you really haven’t thought about that.

What’s really amazing is that we don’t know anything about how our value and development system works. And it’s quite astonishing that our education system doesn’t give us a chance, to even think in this dimension.

It’s not only great, its our duty and right to know how development is really the sum of our lives, like the ones of students like us, who is benefiting from these educational programs. Better quality of life can be achieved at a massive level in our countries by shaping our lives in a better way. Let’s know that joining defense is not the only way to work for our nation. (Even using our mobike’s less does a great deal!!)

Whether our way is ‘Road less traveled’ or ‘Road most traveled’ we can call it our day, only when our decision to life is long sighted. Because it’s our choice which is going to affect our club and community. Only then, our next generation wont give the goosey answers when questioned, what we were questioned.

So…. Let’s make sure, for SUCCESS - attitude is equally important as ability.

MISSION IMPOSSIBLE!!!

If the clogged table is the sign of clogged mind,

What is the bare table is the sign of??

-Albert Einstein.

As a unique and priceless example of complete chaos, this room has been declared as ‘National Hysteric sight’ and awarded,

“ The Messiest Room in the World.”

This note welcomes you into my room. It lets you to adore my self-made wonder.

This is the reason for which our parents, relatives, well wishers or anyone (whoever have a partial remembrance of their room) jumps into the scene. Well, they give you a delightful variety of advice, ‘Why is your room like this?’ ‘How will you study here?’ ‘I wonder how you are going to live your life.’ Of course, everyone have their own degree of advice no matter what they do.

Post examinations, the cleanliness, neatness, organization (or any abstract noun which could be dealt here) is of our main concern. This goes to any youngster irrespective of being in college or in school.

Thousands are the times, when we make our mind to keep our room neat. Any resolution, be it new year or our birthday, nothing works out here. Moreover, success is sweet only when it overcomes challenges. Same applies to searching an important paper, assignment, library book before starting to class in our own established room.

Arranging and organizing our room regularly is tough though. And the people who achieve it are indeed sacred souls. And we should make sure that these sacred people don’t reside our next doors or be our cousins or in anyway acquainted to our parents. Or else our probability of getting into trouble is directly proportional to square of the neatness of his/her room!!!

This is the mission which everyone could not accomplish. Not everyone become Ethan Hunt (Tom Cruise).Until then no part of this room would be rearranged, removed or reorganized so that future generations would enjoy this breathtaking wonder!!!