Me and My Euphoria

09:56 PM 27th March 2011

I am all excited (for obvious reasons!). Yesterday was a good day for me. I started my morning with a few milliliters of mango milkshake (not so yummm). Late in the morning, at around 11:30 AM, my dad went out for shopping - cucumber shopping - Well at least that's what I thought. But he came back empty handed and went out again. This time he did not return empty handed. He had a sort of application form or something in this hand, and kept some thing on the "deewana". It was a Sim! For me! YAY! He had actually said I won't get one before I leave this morning. He had lied? No, he was busy hen. Ok leave that apart, let's talk about the Sim. It was a Prepaid Vodafone Sim. No free messages tough. Or wait... I still don't the offer properly(stop laughing at me! duh!).

After lunch, my packing began. This is the first time I am using a suitcase, because I have never been away for more than 5 days.
My mother helped me in packing and, mainly, in fitting ALL my clothes into that bag without damaging the neat folds of the clothes. Later I had to lock and unlock the suitcase several times as I kept on inserting more clothes 1 by 1 till late in the evening. So that was packing, and I am all set to go, with two bags waiting as eagerly as me!

Next was dinner. Actually I was not hungry for a change(Me.. Not hungry...Something's wrong then!) I had eaten one sweet(dry fruit burfy) in the evening, and that would not have sufficed me if it was "just another day of my life". It was a special day, or rather, the eve of a special day. And yeah, coming back to dinner, Dad, Mom and I went to the Udupi Krishna Bhavan @ Gandhi Bazaar. MoT was the auto. It is a good hotel, offering only South Indian food. It was brimming with people as usual. It is very common in a place like Gandhi Bazaar, that too on Sundays in the evenings.

And after all these, at the end of the day, finally, I have learnt my mobile number! YAY! Unlike that of others in my house, my number starts with 8. Three 8s!
Time to sleep. But I didn't sleep. I watched TV till 11 PM and then slept. And I got up today at 6 and I am Blogging right now at 7 AM. I am leaving my house in an hour and a half, and leaving Bangalore at 11:40 AM. Will be back on 5th April. (Here's Vidha3, Signing out, literally!) Till then, bye!

Function overloading >> Mal-function

I just saw a pamphlet when I was opening the newspaper. It was about Handwriting classes.
I requote, "HANDWRITING CLASSES". Those were unheard of for me till I came to 10th. All I had heard of were music class, dance class, drawing class.

Pity my nieces and nephews. Pity myself too.
Kids are not kids anymore. They are very busy during weekdays, and get busier during weekends. At the age of 5, they become responsible, as they bear the aspirations of their parents on their shoulders. What not they have? School, homeworks, music classes, dance classes, HANDWRITING CLASSES and so on. While parents want their kid to become a superkid to excell in all possible co-curricular and extra curricular activities ALONG WITH STUDIES, they unknowingly deprive them of their childood. "The world is getting more and more competitive" is a mere excuse. I was not put into classes at the age of 5,nor was I mollycoddled by my parents. Yet I envy my cousins who were born in the '80s and '90s. They know what childhood is. They know that childhood is all about school, play, cartoon(that too good ones, not these newly emerging dumb ones, like the new T n J series :-/ ) and enjoy. They had not heard of Internet when they were 15. Yet they have come up a long way in their career.

This is what once happened in my dance class:
"My daughter(5 years old) is very interested in dance. She starts dancing everytime we play a song! Please take her as you student."
"Sorry she's too young." said my teacher, firmly.

Now, she's a five year old. One moment she will be Madhuri Dixit and the next moment she will turn to Lady Gaga. Things like music and dance are literally "a child's play" to her, and not an art or a talent. She makes some movements out of her sheer joy, and Mummy thinks she has got hidden talent in her. How ridiculous!

Parents these days, from what I have observed, look for fame than talent. They believe "where there is fame, there is talent", so want fame first. They don't realise it's the other way round. They don't care if their superkid is just an average singer, but they will feel proud to see them on the Idiot Box in a reality show (Reality? Really??).
But it's not the same with Karate classes. They not only teach methods of self defense to children, but also infuse self confidence in them.
These ever mushrooming classes only waste the parents' money. Give them their own time to discover their likes and interests. If children develop in some activity, let them explore it themselves. They have their own ways to do that. Don't admit them("Admit!") to classes and make the pre existing interest fade away.  Overloading can happen only in Java. Not in your kids.
Please don't make childhood a career.

LUB DUPP, LUB DUPP!

23rd March, 10:45 PM:  I felt sleepy. I closed my book and went to bed. I tried to sleep. I couldn't. I listened to songs till 11:45 PM. I realised I will not sleep. I went back to study for some time. I found a book and a pencil. And I wrote this:

11:59 PM 23rd March 2011

I'm floating in a concentrated solution of joy, my density being much lower than that of the solution. I'm not able to cry "Holla!" to neither my tongue nor my happiness. The World War has come to an end and it's time to behave As You Like (it). It is just 12 AM, 24th March 2011 and it is not even A Day's Wait for -me- us. Adrenaline is gushing and                        
                        "LUB DUPP, LUB DUPP"
                                                            says my heart, in its language, meaning,
                       "I'm waiting, I'm waiting!"
(note that i'm leaving lines for dialogues! Yay! Finally I learnt!)
                            And yeah, my heart is also waiting for The Moment. Our ecstacy has gone OutOfBounds, and I don't think any of my ICSE co-mate is an Exception to this phenomenon!
Tomorrow(that is today), I can say:
                                       "Temporarily I'm free like a bird, and free FROM birds too!"

All that I still wonder is how come I didnt suffer from "impairment of night vision" inspite of being a part of the wonderful and noisy (wonderfully noisy!) class, MY class, A2.
When I mention A2, I don't think I sould speak about all the entites of A2. Because A2 includes everything. EVERYTHING. Including Chandana Mam and all others who have endured us all these years.
The pencil is becoming blunter by the minute, while I see bats flying around my house, a weird insect buzzing near the fluoroscent lamp. The cool breeze is adding to my ecstacy, while I murder two mosquitoes without making much noise! Dogs are barking to their glory down the street, and yeah! Time to continue with Computer Applications... Where was I... - Yeah! "Array OutOfBounds Exception"...

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