The Pain of Loss...

The day still fresh in my mind as if it were only a few weeks back (which it was or else I would have forgotten by now)... Just a usual day as always, had just finished my classes and was waiting there with a few friends as I soon had to go to college to submit my English assignment, which the teacher had asked for a week before the actual submission date... Hardly do I complete them on time, let alone a week beforehand... However I managed to write both the family tree and the letter for submission. It's not a problem as I know that I won't be writing any letters in the future so why not enjoy it while it lasts... :)

So I headed for college having about half an hour in hand...  Met a few friends on the way and was waiting outside in the hallway chatting with them only to find out that the Ssc board has a totally different format for writing of letters ( "Oh crap"; I thought in my mind)... All that effort gone to waste... It is only five minutes before the start of the lecture that we are informed that the teacher has conveniently postponed the taking of the assignments on the actual date of submission... I mean come on let there be at least some form of organized functioning...Is the frustration of students really your main aim...:P

Angry I left the college, not having the mood or the patience to attend the other lectures. Also convincing a few others to give me company... So we headed outside, addressing the professor with quite a few harsh adjectives (by which I mean abuses)... I reached the bus stop and by now I was alone as all my friends had left for the station... I was a bit hesitant to leave, as I knew that all the buses would be crowded at this time... I was almost ready to catch a rick when I saw a bus to my destination on its way to the bus stop... It was fairly crowded... Well you really can't expect to always go in empty bus in a place like Mumbai...I boarded the bus not knowing what was in store for me inside...

I climbed into the crowded bus with quite some difficulty... Ironically the bag which is supposed to help me was becoming a nuisance in this overfilled vehicle of mayhem and added to my misery... Then as I got a decent place to stand, on came the conductor asking for the fare... I reached into my pocket and found something amiss... My cell phone... It wasn't there, in any of my pockets... I searched frantically. It was surely misplaced in the bus as I had felt it in my pocket as I came in... I asked a fellow passenger to lend me his phone and called mine hoping for it to ring... But my worst fear was confirmed, the cell was switched off even though I remember the battery being half full when I was in college...

I knew what to do and got down a few stops early to go to the nearby Vodafone store to deactivate my SIM... After a half hour ordeal at the store I was preparing for my next... Confronting my parents... I reached home, half sad for my loss and half confused about what to say... Surprisingly my parents took it really well. I mean they were smart enough to deduce that scolding me would have made matters worse. The incident had me shaken for a few days and the saddest part was that I now had all my contact numbers lost... No one to call, to know when the next class was or when the next submission date for assignments was. I no longer had the courage to climb into a crowded bus...

But time heals all wounds (by this I mean three days)... I was by now ready to travel in filled buses again and prepared to face the Mumbai crowd with my trusted bag. The experience was one that made me learn to be more careful, so I guess I'm happy that it happened (unlike my father of course who now had to spend for a new phone)... So as they say you win some and you lose some... As in this case I lost some I take that as a positive sign that I will surely win some in the future...:P

P.S.- I know this is a bit more serious compared to my last two posts but it was something fluttering in my mind for quite some time and I had to take it out...

Your Eyes Tell it ALL....

Hey there... First of all I'd like to apologize for not updating my blog for so long... The classes were too much to take and my stupid Hsc exams just got over ( I term them stupid cause they actually are)... Well actually thats a lie, with my Facebook account deleted and my new attitude towards attending college lectures( by which I mean not attending them at all) I get a lot of time. But my laziness and the lack of a nice topic prevented me from updating, until a few days back when something interesting happened with me, worth writing of course.. So here I go with the ongoings...

Recently I have developed quite an affinity for the show Lie To Me... The interesting story line surely makes it a must watch. I learned that even though the show is purely fictional the concept its based on can definitely be applied to real life. By this I mean the idea of catching lies by a person's facial expressions. To give you a better understanding I'll give you an actual example which I had to face...

My classes conduct regular tests about every month and they are quite a few on one's mind and capabilities... Last to last week was the last test given by me and I gave it expecting no more than the marks I was usually getting. My rank so far had been varying, not super high like top three and neither below the top fifteen.. Little did I know that this test was going to change the attitude of the friends around me... 

Then a few days later I came to class a bit earlier than usual, the first one to reach in fact... As I headed to the classroom I just glanced from the edge of my eyes that the results had been put up... I kept my bag in class and went to see the result. I was pleasantly shocked to see my name second on the list ( yaaaaayyyyyy I yelled in my mind ).I quietly went in and sat down on my seat not talking much lest be considered a show off. I sat down and waited for the sir to come, but was rather greeted with unpleasant looks from my fellow class mates... Well I'm no Cal Lightman (lead character of Lie To Me) but I surely know what a look of anger is like. I could clearly read on their faces of what they thought like "that ass, got more than ME in the test" or "bloody scholar I bet he must be studying all day" and I was like whoa if you hate me keep it to yourself, don't give me those looks. Only three people out of a class of 20 actually came up to me with a smile ( not exaggerating, the number was exactly three, i counted :P)...

I guess training for IIT does makes you kinda  insecure over the slightest of increase in competition. I'm surely over it by now and so are they... One thing I'm certain of is that their views about me will be back to normal as soon as they see my usual marks in the next test... Thats how life is, you have your ups and you have your downs. Sometimes everyone is with you and sometimes their all against you. But all one can do is enjoy the ups and not let the downs get to you... Enjoy everyones company or walk alone if you truly believe in the cause because of which people left you... They say that if good times don't last so do bad times... Enjoy your days and if things seem a really tough and you feel like quitting just remember that the sky is the darkest just before the sunrise. No matter how hard the difficulty is remember that its a sign of the joy waiting ahead for you...

So I said Hi and now I'd like to say Goodbye!!! Hope you had a good read. And I would really like to apologize again for not updating sooner. Will surely try to be more quicker next time... and yeah thanks for reading..:)