What sort of students get into IITs?

Finally, The Board results are out. Pretty cool, huh? Yes, it is…my school did quite well this time, (as usual…)! YAY! **pats on the back**

The highest percentage of 10th this time in DPS, Bokaro, is 96.2%…got by Nupur .

The 12th is 98% got by Shailesh Jha. (98%! Don’t you think that’s ickle bit too much?) The funny thing is he didn’t get into any engineering colleges though JOINT, JEE, or whatever the hell they’re called, in general entrance exams – pardon my ignorance. Absurd, huh? Otherwise there are 32 students who got in IITs from out here…holy shit.

One particular guy comes in my attention when I speak of all these stuff – Rohan. He got 66th rank in IIT this time – and I’m sure a pretty swell rank. And oh! Boy. That Rohan Bhaiya as we call him, is just soooo funky. I mean you wouldn’t think likely he’ll get into the private engineering colleges even. With highlighted hairs his Unicorn bike and all attitude and loads of style…one wonders how he did so well. A Blue Blazer, Gold Medal, Scholar Badge Holder, he is some wonder. Looks like some hero (rather loafer and a dropout who flunks every class); in actuality he’s a whiz kid! Kuch to hai us mein.


Shailesh Jha on the other hand was the emblematic geek. Study. That’s all he knew, so there’s no more to it.

I was just thinking…ahh, yes…so very like me. When swiftly it dawned on me that I fear my 10th Board Exams (which I’ll be giving in 2008 Feb-March), more that IITs. I’m such a creepo! I’m soo scared right now! Even if I study hard and not get a good result? Or not get into the IITs? I know it won’t be the end of the world, and my parents won’t slaughter me…but still, I myself will feel like a big time loser. But with the likes of Rohan and Nupur, I wonder, what kind of person you actually have to be to be an IITian.

Dad says that although Rohan and Nupur might look like funky guys, in actuality they’re surely very serious and academics conscious. I dunno. I’m really bewildered and bemused. What sort of students get into IITs nowadays?

Suicide. The word itself is alarming and sends images of hanged people and blood-spattered veins across your mind. If you ask me, suicide is nothing more than a self-felony. It’s a sin against nature. People who commit suicide surely aren’t normal guys…what’s got into me, huh?

A guy in my locality, Arijit Ray, who got 93% this time in 10th Board exams committed suicide. Horrible. Surely the reason can’t be worried and depressed about his academics? No. He’s wayyyy tooo gooood. His mock tests results in FIITJEE were superb. I think he came 2nd.

People around though aren’t sure if it was a suicide. You know, murder. It’s really bad. You know like he was studying at that time. His Physics book lay open along with a Math Notebook with an open pen on it. Besides, he didn’t hang himself, neither cut his veins, and nor taken poison. He was found with a towel around his neck sitting in front of his wardrobe. Funny, huh?

Yet again there’s buzz that he tried to do some Phy experiment on himself and in the process there occurred some accident of some sort and he got himself killed. I really don’t wanna think about it. If you ask me, then I think he was just plain thick and idiotic to try an experiment on himself, in the first place.

School opens on Monday with the usual Monday Test. It’s Social Science (History, Civics, Geography, Economics) tomorrow. It might’ve been alright if it’d been split up into separate subs. Fuck it. I’m really bonkers. I’m totally at a loss. It’s worse cuz I know I’m failing it. It’s just too scary! I hate this sub, first place. And I can’t wait to abandon this sub and get a grip in my life.

The Social Science Test Disease Syndrome –

Ø Several spells of wakeful distressed and disturbing nights
Ø Quite a few attacks of brainless mugging
Ø Bulging, stuffed strained and overwrought eyes (sometimes dark circles)
Ø Calorie consumption to thwart you to rest your poor eyes
Ø Numerous fits of stress, trauma, constant worry, anxiety (read: pimples)

Cure –

Ø Sadly, none. Just pray to God....might help you out...

Duration –

Ø 1 week Maximum

Prevention –

Ø Uh? Study Social Science every sec in your school life till Xth standard. Still you really can’t put off the virus. It’s very nagging and determined.

To end on a lighter note the latest flix I caught up with are The Chronicles of Narnia, King Kong, Da Vinci Code and oh, Fanaa. Shall tell about them in next post. So long…XOXO

Interview with the Dreamer...

Ø So how shall we call you? Your real name or your pseudonym?
Ø Well, definitely my adopted name. Why would I’ve kept a name if I’d be in love with my real name?
Ø Oh, so you hate your real name?
Ø Did I say so? No, I don’t hate it. It’s just a bit long.
Ø It’s a real cool name.
Ø Thanx. Haha.
Ø So, this your book.
Ø Yeah, this my book.
Ø What is it about?
Ø A girl.
Ø A girl? You mean a girl’s affairs and all that?
Ø Ah no. It’s really simple. But presented in a different way.
Ø In what way different?
Ø Well, the girl is you know a bit of a loner, but I won’t label her as a loser...no. Usually teens are not glad that they’ve no friends or that they’ve some freaky parents who you know traumatize them, you know, the Cinderella stepmum sort of? But Chez is entirely different. I mean her degree of solitude is so great that she’s completely unaware of normal things and that now she doesn’t want any company. She’s better left alone. To conclude she’s found happiness in her solitude.
Ø So does Chez has some problem?
Ø I don’t think so, no. Chez is just another victim of loneliness. You know, there sometimes comes a stage in your life when although you’re surrounded by a hundred or so called friends, it dawns on you that possibly no one in reality is your chum. Another case maybe that there are some people who are just a plain loser at socializing due to less exposure to the society at childhood and the growing up age. And so in the end they end up being alone and so lonely. Some people become all gloomy, depressed. Some people turn to violence to voice their thoughts, whereas some people just go on without giving it a thought. Chez chose latter option. And then her magnitude of loneliness became so huge that she ultimately surrendered herself and became another world person. Where their entire secret desires and disguised dreams actually do come true.
Ø Another world?
Ø Of their own. It doesn’t truly exist – and they know it doesn’t…just to keep their leftover hopes in existence they go and take the pseudo-consolation out of their world. Let me make it clear, it isn’t another MPD or schizophrenia. It’s very simple thing. Chez knows there’s no another world of her own. It’s a bit of a day dream, far-flung hankering…you know Alice in Wonderland sort of.
Ø So Chez got less exposure to society, you say?
Ø Yup. You’ll have to read that between lines. Her parents didn’t understand her, were you know if-I-let-my-daughter-go-out-she’ll-be-kidnapped control freaks, were violent and all those horrid stuff.
Ø Cool, so do you happen to have a world of your own?
Ø Although I’m not a loner, but I do like to have a world of my own where all my crazy ideas can play free from the cares of the world. But it’s not important. It’s, you know, personal.
Ø Could Chez have been you?
Ø Why not? Haha. No, not at all. I’m exactly the opposite. I’ll leave my books to hang around with my friends. And my parents are just fabulous. I mean, OK, they do get a bit hyper if I’m late from somewhere, but I think that’s pretty normal for parents. No, Chez is not based on any other real life character either. It’s purely fictitious. Original, period.
Ø What about the name Cheznie? Even this name’s cool.
Ø Thank you. Someday, it used to be by name. In fact I’d lots of name. Renee, Elektra, Arwen, Angelica, Samantha, Lizzie…list is on. Chez also used to be one of them. I’m very much in love with the name even today. But no see I’m so selfless I sacrificed it to my character. Haha.
Ø Why did you choose this theme for your story when it’s an era of Harry Potters and Eragons?
Ø Well, first of all. I actually love Harry Potters and Eragons besides Dan Browns, Jeffrey Archers, Paolo Coelhos, and Sidney Sheldons. They are real cool books. Why I chose this as my topic, because I’m not that sort of girl who follows the trend…the trend follows me haha.
Ø Which author of the ones you mentioned or any other inspired you to write?
Ø Well, I don’t really think you can corner literature to any one particular author. No, it’s the attraction of writing and lettering itself and the engrossing power of your own thoughts that can ultimately propel you to write. I started out by reading Enid Blyton, and I still revere her till date and lovingly gorge on her Famous Fives, and Secret Sevens, but then I’ve matured in my reading, and now go for sundry authors provided the book is good. Just because the author is popular doesn’t means I’ll like his stories. I know some brilliant stories, which haven’t been penned by any eminent authors yet they were magnificent and comparable to Saki or O.Henry.
Ø You could’ve chosen any other topic also – suspense, romance…? Why didn’t you?
Ø I don’t like romance. They freak me out. Yeah suspense, thrillers are exciting but I don’t know if I could’ve written them gracefully and with the same penmanship as the signature suspense writers do. This came straight out of my heart; there was no need of laboring and thinking hard about it. It was spontaneous and impulsive, in other words.
Ø So you are about 15. A fully-fledged teen? How’s your life?
Ø Cool. But my online life’s cooler than offline. Online I’ve got my blog where I just pour out all my crappy shit thoughts out…ahh, it gives me relief. Then some fun chat sessions. Mail check. Google. Then whatever is in my head at that time. All attitude and loadz of style. Offline I’m not so bold. Rather shy. But I make sure that I don’t miss out the fun. My friends are just brilliant. No, I don’t have any clique. Damn them. I try to make sure I go and mix out with all sorts of students- nerds, geeks, preps, gothic. I’m friends with the geekiest to the super popular pretty baby. There’s no favoritism in my life. I’m the general mixer. Haha. You’ll find me everywhere. Yay! I’m omnipresent. At home, I’m the laziest bum…and I don’t plan to change…I’m fine as I am. I’ve got a cute little brother, Ryan. So time flies for me with him.
Ø Wow, cool. What’s your URL?
Ø Lashkara.blogspot.com. Go and visit it. It’s not super but it’s enough for me to shoot my thoughts.
Ø So what are you at school? Preppy?
Ø I dunno. I hate labels of any sort, at first place. I’m just a simple, down-to-earth girl who enjoys her school and her life.
Ø You must be very popular – you’re pretty, you’re smart, and now you’ve got a book!
Ø I’m definitely not the prettiest nor the smartest. There are hundreds of people I came name who are prettier and smarter than me. Oh and about the book, it’s just a passing fad. It’ll stay up for a couple of weeks and then it’ll all ebb. Out of fashion.
Ø And what about the media hype and the huge no. of fans you’ve got? The way people mob you at public sessions? And the huge calls for photo calls? Doesn’t that bother you who isn’t the queen bee of her own school even?
Ø Well, at first yes. I just used to freak out. It used to be terrifying thought of stepping out of my flat. But right now it’s OK. I think I’m used to it. See? I’m a real adjustable person.
Ø How do you feel about it?
Ø Definitely not bad. Hey, people who you even don’t know wanting autographs and photos – it’s a nice feeling that I’ve brightened someone’s day.
Ø So do you happen to have a boyfriend?
Ø Haha. Lol. No, not yet.
Ø What do you mean? 15? People have boyfriends from 13!
Ø Yes, I know. But alas, that’s the case in the states or in UK. Nada. Not in India. A relationship between a girl and a boy, in India, is seen only as of husband and wife or bro and sis or dad and daughter…no friends out here. But it has liberated a bit, so you can have friends as a guy but no, not a boyfriend. It’s totally anti-social.
Ø But that means you’ll never have a boyfriend!
Ø Maybe. I won’t. I couldn’t care less. I like my life independent, free. I can’t stand the thought of me being dependant on someone or someone being dependant on me, for that matter! It’s preposterous! Why can’t I live my life my way? Which I’m doing right now? I’m fine this way. Don’t spoil the fun.
Ø God. You’re different. For American girls not having a boyfriend is a disgrace.
Ø I heard of it. I’m sorry for those girls alright but I’m sure they can’t help it. American society is like that.
Ø Which society do you find better?
Ø Now, that’s an impossible question. No don’t ask me that, I don’t know. There are plus and negative points of all things in the world. Nobody can be perfect except nobody!
Ø That means you’re also not perfect?
Ø I’m lousy. I’m not even P of Perfect.
Ø But you’re funny, did you know that?
Ø No, but thank you. But I’d rather not be a joker.
Ø What would you like to work upon in your life?
Ø Well…I’d like to slim down and go sing some pop songs!
Ø Well, you’re not fat!
Ø Hah. Thanks for the false consolation!
Ø Well! It’s not.
Ø Alright.
Ø So you wanna become a pop singer?
Ø Oh not really. Just a day dream which I wish will not come true. There are some things of which you’ve got mixed feelings.
Ø So what do you wanna be when you grow up?
Ø Definitely not a writer if you were hoping that’d be my answer. No, writers suck. Sit and write. Any other job? Nay. I’d like to have a mainstream profession, energizing, exciting, creative, fun. That doesn’t means you don’t expect any more books from me, I hope my ideas don’t end. I’ll write as many books as I can. But that won’t be my profession. I’ll write books for pleasure as I’ve done for all this time.
Ø Cool. Like what profession?
Ø Scientist. Engineer. Professors…they’ve got the same foundation so I can really be all of them! If I can…
Ø So what other types of books you’re working on?
Ø Well, not many. I’m working on 2 books right now. Both are different from each other. And I’ve got another idea in my head. But I won’t pen it down until I’ve concluded my other 2s.
Ø You seem organized!
Ø Yeah, I’m pretty much the opposite.
Ø Can we get a hint what are they about?
Ø Sorry. Patience is something we should learn.
Ø When are they coming out?
Ø I can’t stand deadlines. They’ll come out, don’t bother with them or me right now. Go on with your lives as you do.
Ø What’s your message for wanna be authors?
Ø I’m not old or wise enough to hand around messages, please. All I’d say as a friend and as a wanna be author myself is that the first mistake we all do is just starting to write a story. That’s a big error. First, you must work out the entire and intact story in your mind, sketch it out in a paper and then begin with your story. Your story’ll automatically be enchanting and you’ll feel good and easy writing it. Trust me, I’ve tried this stuff out. I must have written a thousand stories till now, but unfortunately I didn’t make out the story sketch or outline first. So I’d to drop it midway, which was a regret…because the introductions were really cool.
Ø Really. It was just cool chatting to you, Sierrah. Honestly.
Ø Same with me. Thank You. Honestly.

An extra-stupid Saturday morning. I’d finished (Hah!) all my homework, except some numericals of Phy that I just went into my customary hankering disease. I just wanna get cured of these stuff. I just go into oblivion thinking about make-believe stuff…they’ll never come true. Stupor.

Watched all FIFA matches. Haha. Imagine my academix…couldn’t care less. Enjoy karne do yaar! Life is after all, all about masti, isn’t it? Hopefully!

Particularly, I loved the Argentina-S & M (6-0) match. Stupendous! Amazing! Awesome! Couldn’t have been better. Maradona just went hyper – so did my dad, a regular Argentina fan…

I was really sad with my dear England’s (read: Beckham) performance. Just 1 goal against paraguay and 2 goals against T&T. Anyway, I expected some more spectacular midline goals from him, but whatever…the best is yet to come! GO ENGLAND!

Of Fairies and FIFA World Cups...

Just yesterday I was indexing my lil library (It needed indexing badly, the old index showed a lousy and abysmal 114 books, while right now it’s over 150), when I reached my segment of Fairy Tales. This made me give a curious smirk for indescribable raison d'être. Maybe for the verity that I was so love-struck and smitten by them - before the age of 12 – and I now I don’t even mull over their existence. It also made me thinking.

Fairy Tale, initially time-honored castle-in-the-sky chronicles about delightful and magical people; the expression, surprisingly, now also covers far-fetched tales from many sources, including folktales and fables, which do not always embrace magic. Fairy tales are often supposed to have “timeless” rudiments, and there are unquestionably intermittent features: brawny heroes, fluky peasants, stunning princesses, good-looking and valiant princes and iniquitous - and I must say - wicked stepmothers (or stepfathers, for that matter). Similar stories are found in many countries, and early tales very often have the qualms and dreams of the regular people. (The wolves of contemporary versions of the tales were formerly the werewolves in the nameless darkness outside the firelight; in later cultures, working girls could dream of finding a sapphire slipper that would fit them and win them a prince as a husband! I wish! I wish!). Many of the tales are heavy with bloodshed and regrettably sexual symbolism. Despite their “universal” self, the tales are frequently customized to ensemble the cognizant or cataleptic tastes of each age band, chiefly when they are adapted for kids.



Britain has a protracted institution of magic and magical beings, which have passed through many fashions and crazes. Shakespeare momentarily popularized the design of gauzy-winged little creatures in A Midsummer Night’s Dream (c. 1595-1596) – you’d know if you’ve read it or seen the movie variation - but on the whole the indigenous British tradition was more stout, with giants, ogres, goblins, and banshees (whose wails foretold death); the Irish leprechauns – whom we also find in Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire as the Irish supporters - have a repute for playfulness, whereas kelpies were firstly water-demons, and pixies led people off beam.
The fresh fairy tale derives from a trend in late 17th-century France under Louis XIV. The prior French chapbooks (the bibliothèque bleue) and the Italian Pentamerone (1634-1636) was possibly – I haven’t read these books! A friend of mine told me about it, so I can’t be sure - the font of “The Sleeping Beauty”, “Cinderella”, and “Puss in Boots”.

In Britain, from the 1760s, most likely, the tales appeared in discounted popular editions (although they were less popular in the United States). In the 19th century the stash of fairy tales was augmented by the addition of English folktales, such as “Jack and the Beanstalk” and stories derived from the Arabian Nights.

Despite antagonism from moralists and educationalists, the fairy tale became progressively more all the rage in the 19th century, moving swiftly from adults’ to children’s editions. No fewer than four versions of the Hans Christian Andersen collection Eventyr (fairy stories) – I’ve read them, they’re terrific and fab - appeared in 1846 (1st edition, i.e.). Some scholars feel that Andersen was the writer who had the most sway on the growth of children’s literature in the 19th century, and his often-heartrending tales, notably “The Little Mermaid”, “The Ugly Duckling”, and “Thumbelina” have remained popular and have been fruitfully filmed. Though as for me I haven’t seen the movie versions…I read them being excellent in an Internet article.

As a result of this popularity, fairies of various kinds appeared in children’s literature: famous examples are George MacDonald’s The Princess and the Goblin (1872), and the collection of short stories, The Happy Prince (1888) by Oscar Wilde. At the end of the 19th century, fairies became part of a exceptionally over-romantic and schmaltzy view of childhood; the olden English spirit, Puck, in Puck of Pook’s Hill (1906) by Rudyard Kipling, complained that they misrepresented the hard-hitting, potent, magical figures of legend, in an accentual way…

As fairy tales became more and more exclusively reading material designed for children in the 20th century, they have urbanized and changed. Generally, the cruder, more sadistic and scary elements have been cut out. A good example is “Little Red Riding Hood”. A very good example, I say! In its earliest versions, which I read, the wolf kills the grandmother and puts her flesh on a plate, and her blood in a bottle *scary, eh?*; Little Red Riding Hood then comes to an distasteful and horrid closing stages in the wolf’s bed. Other adaptations show her (but not the grandmother) escaping through her own ingenuity which made me go BONKERZ I got so puzzled…Nineteenth-century versions introduced the male woodcutter to save the “vulnerable” females, and many 20th-century editions present a blissful ending in which only the wolf is actually debilitated—and most recently, as I read in my 6 year old cousin’s book of fairy tales, even the wolf has been rehabilitated. Wow! Generosity. Psychologists have seen the story as being fundamentally about relationships between men and women. I wonder how.

Major influences on the development of the tales have been the films of Walt Disney. These have been criticized for corniness, and embodying explicitly American values – Though I didn’t find that objectionable with me! In recent years there has been a fashion for “adult” fairy tales (!!), for example, The Bloody Chamber (1979) by Angela Carter, which proved really weird for me, you know, it’s nothing like those sweet little charming fairy tales you read, and for feminist and “politically approved” versions.

Fairy tales are at the heart of the British pantomime tradition, you’ll find them in some of the Enid Blyton stories, and have become immersed into the national (and global, for that matter) ethnicity. Such is the assumed pervasiveness of the tales that Roald Dahl was able to incorporate fairy-tale characters in his parodies Revolting Rhymes (1982) which is really cute. The fairy tale seems likely to carry on to be an indispensable facet of world mores.

I wonder if Harry Potter essentially is a Fairy Tale…? You know, considering it has magick and everything… Perhaps it’s, but the idea is so preposterous and ludicrous, that I can’t help dropping it! What do you think?
OK, now done with that shit. Sometimes, I myself dunno what I ranting about…my brain is you know jammed and stuck and totally grossed!

So, now I’m back from my enchanting trip to US. It was heavenly. It was heavenly. It was heavenly. It was heavenly. Ahh…what else…can you describe heaven? I went there along with my maternal uncle. They live at Pennsylvania. My uncle works at Pennsylvania University, see, so it was bit academicky milieu for me for the former fraction of the trip. Later on, as my uncle issued a leave, we, that’s to say, uncle, aunt and their 2 sons who are older that me – had a super-duper blast. We visited California, District of Columbia, Illinois, Florida, Massachusetts, New York, Texas, Washington, Hawaii, Kentucky. Phew. Now you know, why I’m being an all creep and behaving like a weirdo. All these 10 states in, let me see, I went on 24th May, and returned on 6th June. So that’d be 13 days! Yo, American babe! Haha! Of course I didn’t visit all the cities in each state – only, which were chic and flashy like San Francisco, LA, San Diego and a few others I don’t remember the names…in California.

The people over there were so…different! They were you know blithe, laid-back and well unfussy…people walking and cycling around with headphones and walkmans (men?), and the studentz well they can hardly be called studentz! Wearing what-you want dresses at school, life is just happy-go-lucky for them! I wish! I wish! I went to Abbey’s school, he studies in grade 11, and my! What cute girls and what handsome guyz! Like, o_o! But they were also damn tall, and to me uh uh, I sucked! All the girls were I could swear no less that 5’6” although they were just maybe 1 or 2 years older to me! And the boys were oh, 5’9”! Abbey himself is 5’9” and Ray, who is now in college, is about 6’…I hate myself! **sobz**

Although Ronney doesn’t studies in a hi-fi school but the school was much above Indian standard schools...the infrastructure was too good for words! But I must say the items were pretty expensive…so not much shopping out there for me…I only got some glosses and some T-shirts and my uncle and aunt gave me perfumes, outfits, toyz for Ryan, make up stuff for mom, shaving kit for dad, loadz of chocolates (YUMM!) and this that…trinkets you know. Abbey and Ray gave me loadz of CDs and second hand trashed junk (which includez stunning posters of different celebz…I’m not sure if I’ll put them all up…cuz some of them are uh not really good)…but no less good for me. Hah! I wonder what they’ll be thinking if they’re reading this right now. Creepz!

Then I met with Abbey’s 14 girlfriendz…**winkz**…if you ask me, all the girlz look charming and just charismatic…but the girlz I saw were mostly Spanish…there were hardly any you know native Americans…who aren’t as good…

About visiting the attractions, well, can I say bad? It was incomparable and brilliant! I’ve never seen anything in my life so dazzling! I guess it’ll take me an entire day describing facts and trivia to you, so letz drop it. I’m not in the mood to waste an entire day… It was good. So there’s it. My vocabulary and lexis is devastating and distressingly underprivileged and incomplete in even the most crucial wordz **uh** so I’m not the brightest person around with adjectives cuz the only wordz which are coming into my head are nice and good (and fine)! Damner!

Nearer home…R.Y.A.N. Hehe. His latest ‘school-name’, as we say it here, is Ryan Archit Paul, or Archit Ryan Paul. Any one of them…give me your poll. Huh. Which one soundz better? Or if you have any good names, I’m wanting. My fave names are you know just too many to list. I wish I’d more brothers…haha.

If I’d the emancipation I’d change my name to Cheznie. It soundz so kewl. Or Kenzington. Kenzy for short! Damn me!

Latest addition to my library is Best Of Guy De Maupassant and Tell me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon. Book review later.

To end on a bitter note…uh…I’ve yet not completed my shitworkz, Physix and Math are still untouched…long live untouchability…no pun intended!
My individual projectz, well,

English – ahh, almost done, haven’t still made the Q card. But it’ll probably deal with some grammatical know-how whatsoever. My book review is on Eragon of The Inheritance Trilogy by Christopher Paolini. It’s a damn terrific book; I’ll post the analysis sometime. It’s not great, but at least you’ll get an idea. Wall magazine is on the development of surnames in England. Damn boring, but whatever. When was shitworkz exciting? Lotz of aricles, poems for the class magazines…I intend to whip up a story also, if I can. Collage is on Football World Cup 2006 in Germany. It’s pretty eye-catching with a burgundy frame. Dad loved it and gorges over it everyday! I must say a mishap happened tio it. We were supposed to do it on a half chartpaper, but I simply forgot about it and made it lavishly on a full chart. When I came to know I was like pissed off and broken…poor me! Mini-Dic is group and I’m least bothered! Haha.

Bio – I’ve worked out what I’ll make. It’s on smoke conservation and air pollution – or the other way around. You’ve got to make a working model based on any ecological issue or on any theme which is in your syllabus. I went for the former one! At first I was simply lost! How do you make a working model of anything? Although I’ve done a 3-year Electronix course at my school, but still without some sort of backing it can prove tricky. But then Dad became a sweet angel and showed me the way. I’ll publish it here once the entire class submitz their model…I don’t want them creepz coming in and stealing ideas from me – damn cheaterz! Damn plagiarizers!

History – no idea…I mean no idea how I’ll do it…I’ll probably ask Zeba, the History mugger.

Chem – Group. And the group suckz.

I saw the opening ceremony of FIFA world cup on Friday night. Wasn’t it funny? The girls flying all over the place on whatever you call dresses? But it looked arresting and beautiful nevertheless. The match between Costa Rica and Germany was also fascinating. 4-2 to Germany…YAY? This is probably the first opening match Costa Rica lost…but like against Germany! Germany minus Ballack played stupendously! I predominantly loved their passes! Whhosh! Smooooth! Oh, btw, my new crush, Klose…nay, kidding, no one can be akin with my *david*! Long live English team! My dad supports Argentina but sayz Germany has a good chance to win…I support England but say England has a good chance win…haha, an English girl through and through! That I am! I’m particularly on the lookout for Peter Crouch…wonder how he’ll be…

So, I think it’s really a loooooong post, so that gives me a pretext not posting till next Sunday! Haha! I can say with poise and self-reliance that I’m the most slothful and languid person in existence, and that I plan to keep myself that way – NO MATTER WHAT!

Word Count – 2280 wordz. Just to show you how much I (am) RIIIIGHT!

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