The end of 2015

So 2015 is finally coming to an end, and this is my last blog of the year. So I decided, why not rewind it a bit and take a look at how my year went? Here we go!

January. 

On the first day, of the first month of 2015, I turned 15. Yes, my birthday is on January 1st. What a great way to start the year right? In January, though it was the beginning of the year, it was nearing the end of our academic year, which means one thing. Final exams. It was coming closer and closer, but not that close enough to get you worrying! 

February. 

February, just like the rest of the year, went by in a flash. My mom celebrates her birthday in this month, spa part form that it was just studying, studying, and more studying. I tried to savor every last moment of my last couple of weeks in 9th standard, and I tell you I did! That being said, exams are coming closer and closer.....

March

......And they're here. Realization suddenly hits students, and the fun and frolic is all over, including for me. March goes the slowest. Well, of course, time seems to go so slowly when you want to just get done with something. So March goes in last minute studying, hyperventilating and, not to forget, writing my exams. And let's not forget that the Cricket World Cup was won by, none other than, Australia! Proud moment for me, but I couldn't get caught up in it. Well luckily enough my exams do end at one point, but it's not the end of this hellish period of the year!

April

The hellish period I mentioned earlier ends with the collection of the report card. And every student dreads that. Well for me it wasn't to bad. A few hiccups here and there, but I could be forgiven. Putting aside that, my 10th standard term began from the very next day, and excitement and that little bit of fear began to flood in. It's nerve wracking, your first day of school in a new academic year. Waiting to see your new classmates, your subject teachers, it's all an experience I was all to familiar with, and a feeling I'll never forget. There's also the fact that it was my last year in NHVPS, and I wanted to make it a memorable one. I landed up in what turned out to be a fantastic class, with a pretty good set of teachers. The ten days of April go by as fast as I hoped it would, and vacations finally begin. But first I start the treacherous holiday homework, which I am determined to finish within the first week. Well, who am I kidding? 

May

Vacations, vacations and vacations. Sitting at home, whiling away time, a bit of homework here and there and a lot of eating is what fills the month of May. The last week of May is when my school begins again, and I actually can't wait. I hate sitting idle at home, with nothing to do but homework. It's boring. School gives me something different to do, and I get to meet my friends! School starts and I get into my normal routine, and life goes on the way it should. 

June 

School, school and school. 

July

More school, even more school and, yep you guessed it, even more school. 

August

What can I say? The life of a student is very boring, apart from what happens at school there isn't really much....'flavor' in our lives. So let's see, Independence Day celebrations are probably the only thing worth mentioning here, but that to is kinda boring so I'll spare you the details. 

September

10th is going great so far. Made new friends, new memories and studying well. But half yearly exams are nearing, and it's that time again. Studying pays of cause I do well in my exams, and by the end of September I'm through with it. An exciting rumor begins to spread that my own school will be conducting a basketball tournament, and I being a part of the school team am thrilled! Exciting times ahead!

October

I have to make it through a week and a bit, to make it to Dussehra Vacation. And I do. We have been having Sports Day practice for some time now, and all the girls of 9-12 are doing cheerleading. Yes, you read it right. So just before we disperse for our break, our sports day is conducted. Though the cheerleading came out quite superbly, rain played spoilsport and cut short our sports day, and we tenth graders didn't get much of a chance. 

Vacation time!Though we have homework again. Not surprising. For the first time ever my Mom, sister and I decide to keep dolls for the occasion on a large scale, so that's fun! Dolls come in from the collections of my grandmothers, from both sides, and our own. After setting it up it looks just fabulous. Over 3 days we have cousins, relatives, friends and colleagues streaming in to see our doll set up, and it is a very satisfying feeling. Also not to mention that my sis and I touched up almost all of the dolls, and it made me proud to see that it impressed people. So yeah! October was a bit more entertaining than the others! 

So school begins and we have our Basketball tournament on the 30th and 31st. 'Bask in Glory' it was called, and it was one of the best school memories I have until now. 

It was personally good for me, because I played my best match at school. We faced Kumarans State team, and I scored ten points to help my team win! It was a fantastic feeling, one I'll never forget. My schoolmates and teachers made me feel like a queen, like someone important, and I did feel so. Unfortunately the next day we were knocked out in the semis. Tough luck.

November 

As all the events of the year are slowly coming to an end, reality starts to set in. I'll be writing my boards in no time, and the race begins to finish up our portions, though let me tell you at this point we are against time. 

December 

And finally December. One of my favorite months. It brings joy and excitement to all, and when it nears the holiday season, you can just feel it in the air. December was fun! Went to Kerala for a vacation and it was great. I just got back at 8 in the night, and here I am, on the 31st of December, typing out my last blog

But right now, excitement is strangling me to death, as my birthday comes nearer and nearer. 

Well, a happy New Year a bit in advance to you all, and I hope the new year brings in happiness, prosperity and success!

As for me, the countdown to my birthday begins!

The Story of Christmas

I know I'm a day late in my Christmas post, but never mind! Hope all of you out there had an amazing Christmas, and I hope the New Year brings much happiness and success!
I remember how exciting this time of the year used be for me, and for small kids all around the world. But even though I'm turning 16, nothing has changed since I was a kid. I still believe in Santa, and I still look for his sleigh riding up in the sky, not to mention Rudolph's shining red nose that guides it. And sometimes, I think, maybe if I had taken some time to leave the jolly man some cookies he might have come home. Or dropped through my chimney. Whichever. And so I wrote a poem on the hype before and during Christmas.

The Story of Christmas

The Merry month of December
Brings much cheer and joy
For it's the month of Christmas
Eagerly awaited by girls and boys

Every child is at their best
The 'Naughty' list they do fear
And no nuisance is caused by them
During this time of the year

Christmas trees are put up
And decorations taken out
And gift shopping is hurriedly done
And people are running frantically about

Christmas Eve is finally here
One more sleep till the day
But even that is too much to wait
It just seems so far away!

Excitement fills the air
As the children get into bed
But sleep is difficult to find
As thoughts of Santa fill their heads

And hen Santa does visit town
The children act as if they're asleep
And to get a glimpse of the jolly man
They desperately try to peep

And then the best part comes
Its time to open presents
An overwhelming joy fills their heart
As they see their treats magnificent

A very Merry Christmas
To one and all out there
Spread the joy and love
For it is the season to share

                                                                      

My Last Field Trip

A week or so before the day, we received the cirrcular that every school kid waits for. The cirrcular about the school trip. We were to visit Bellur and Hallebeidu, and it is a place you must visit. Right from from the point we received the cirrculars, the excitement began to build up. By the time the last sleep came I was jumping out of my skin in excitement, and I couldn't sleep through the night.

Finally the day came. It was December 12th, and I had got up at 4'o clock in the morning so that I wasn't late.

But it was not to be. I woke up with an eye infection, eyes bloodshot. But nothing was going to stop me from going on that trip. I continued to get ready, after which I began my first task of the morning, which was to wake up all those sleepy heads of my class. I began calling them one by one, and I will never forget all their sleepy voices! 

I took the necessary medication for my infection and left my house at 5:30. The eye infection didn't make me any less excited, and I couldn't wait to get to school and meet everyone else.

Our school had two 50 seater buses for the trip, and my class was seated with 'C' section. We boarded the buses and you could feel the excitement in the air. 

I figured my trip couldn't get worse, but it did. Just a tiny bit, it did. On the course of the bus ride I got a temperature, and I couldn't enjoy our bus ride after that. 

The actual temples were just a beautiful sight. Being an artist myself I could only imagine the time and dedication it took to carve those beautiful structures, not to mention the patience and the talent. It will truly open ones eyes about the culture of India. It was magnificent. 

But now after hearing all that I went through, it may give you the impression that this might have been the worst trip I've been on, but it frankly wasn't. 

While I couldn't enjoy our busride personally, a constant smile was brought upon my face after seeing my crazy batch mates dancing and having the time of their lives. It was super fun to watch, and I can guarantee that. Their singing (though it may not have been the best) was very nice to hear, and though they don't know it, it made my trip a 1000 times better. 

This was my last trip from school, and though I didn't enjoy it as much as I would have liked to, it was a trip that overwhelmed me. 

To see how much my teachers and my friends cared for me was very overwhelming. It was a trip like I've never had before. Normally I would remeber a trip for the fun times we had, and that being said I owe it all to my teachers and my friends, because of it hadn't been for them, I wouldn't have enjoyed the trip at all. It's a very good feeling when someone shows concern for you, in general. Just the thought of how much love and care I was given that day brings a tear to my eye. A tear of joy. And this trip will be a brilliant memory for a long long time, and I never want to forget it.

The Power of One

The Power of One

One person is enough
To make a big difference
One word is enough
For someone to take offense

One match is enough
To start an explosion
One drop of water
Can quiver an entire ocean

One word is enough
To break someone's heart
One mistake is enough
To tear two friends apart

Just One act of kindness
Can change a person completely
And one burst of anger
Can change who you used to be

One person is enough
To change someone's take on love
And only one miracle is required
To convince one there are heavens above

All it takes is one lie
To ruin someone's trust
And all it takes is one bad day
For you to complain of life being unjust

Just one star of light
Can clear all darkness
And it takes one bad memory
To turn you into a sobbing mess

The sight of just one smile
Can bring one on your face as well
But one criticizing comment
Can put you into an overthinking hell

One friend is enough
To show that someone cares
And one careless step
Can send you tumbling down the stairs

Don't ever underestimate
The power of one
For a small thing like this
Is weaker than none

To My Mother

So today I kind of had a disagreement with my Mother. I said something, which after much thought, I regret, for this woman has dedicated her life to me.
I realized that after a fight, your Mother might be more distressed than you. She never intended for the argument, and neither did I, and after it happened we were both left feeling sorry, but her more than me.
The children of today have arguments with their parents all the time, and over this time we sort of learn to be numb towards it all. But not our parents.
After our argument, and my mom came back downstairs, I could feel that she felt bad about what happened. She brushed my face, ever so softly and ever so lovingly, and asked me if I was upset. And I said no. But I was. Yeah its confusing, even for me. I felt terrible about what happened, and I'm really close to my mom, which is why I felt worse.
Now, another known fact is that the children of today also make their parents feel even worse, by not responding, or making a face and sometimes even storming into our rooms, slamming the door and refusing to eat. But ask yourself a question: Does your parent deserve this? I think not. No parent deserves this treatment. 
Moments after my mom left the house to run an errand, I found myself in tears in my room, thinking again and again about what I said, playing it like a tape recorder in my head, and feeling worse every time. And I know she feels the same way, or probably worse. And every time I fight with my mom, I dwell deep into the thoughts about a mothers love.
A mothers love is unconditional, and in every literal sense. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, your mother will always love you the same, or she may love you even more. There is no third option.
My mom is the best mom in the world. So supportive, so caring and not to mention, she loves me dearly. A love that comes from the bottom of her ever warm heart. A love so hard to find that you can spend your life finding it, but you will be unsuccessful. Its called a Mothers love for a reason. And no matter what hurtful things you say, you can never mean it. NEVER. And the best part is she knows that you don't mean it, because she knows you better than anyone, and she knows that you love her with all your heart.
And now when my mom comes back from her errand, though both of us will not speak of it, we both know that we are sorry. That's another thing about a mothers love. It heals itself.
I love you Mom, and I always will, and I am ever grateful to you an your love

                                                                            
                                                                           💌

Phil Hughes

27th November. The day Cricket united as one, to mourn the loss of one of it's young. It's been over a year since we lost Hughesy, and it hasn't been an easy one.

The game he loved so much is what took his life, and it makes us realize how short our lives are, which is why we must make the most of it. Live for today. Don't live in the past, and don't jump into the future.

The entire cricketing world grieved for Phil. Bats were kept out in his honor. Black arm bands remembered him as the sport tried to move on. But they couldn't. That cheeky smile, and that massive  grin on his face that couldn't be wiped out was too big a loss for the sport. That classy cover drive that whipped the ball time and again to the boundary. That booming voice that would shout out for a run. It was all too much.

Australia played every match of the the 2015 World Cup with 12 players. Hughesy was one of them. And he always will be.

He will be the Guardian of our much loved sport Cricket. He will be out there on the SCG wicket, for that is where he fell. And his voice will still call out for a run in that booming voice. And the ball will continue to be sent to the boundary time and again. And Cricket will go on. For it must, because that is what Phil would have wanted. 

Phil Hughes was a player yet to enter his prime form, and yet he was still so brilliant. And a player of such caliber is tough to get out, which is why Phil Hughes will remain 63 not out FOREVER. Even in his last ball, even in his last breath, Phil Hughes was not capable of being dismissed. His innings will never end, just as his spirit will never die. And he will live on through this wonderful sport.

Rest In Peace Hughesy