Not Yet A Soccer Princess!

• 5 am: Alright, Rei. That’s it…wake up! Chalo, uttho! (Ugh, yeah, that was mom).
• 5:15 am: (Finally woken!!) Right. OK.
• 5:30 am: (Finished brushing and whatever hells, turning to arrange my books) where’s my Economics Notebook, Mom? Kahin dikhayi nahin de raha hai…(Angry ‘irresponsibility’ yells from the smelly kitchen…wtf!)
• 5:45 am: (All dressed up…checking if I look extra fat in the mirror…not really, not really, a tug here, a pull there and there I’m…ahhh, splendid…) now, where’s the comb?
• 5:55 am: (Finally all the hair tucked up into a coquettish looking ponytail…wtf…wtf…or I might just leave it open if I’m in that mood…puts some Vaseline…indispensable part of my school going life) Here, doodh. (Milk. Ugh ugh…Of course, Mom as she hurries to see if Ryan’s alright)
• 6:05 am: (Pulls on the loose socks and black/sports shoes, good bye kiss to Ryan, who in turns begins crying…yeah, I know, real cute…mom yelling not to ride fast…dad bids ‘have a great day’…as if!)
• 6:15 am: (On my bike…ahhh, the sweet air that blows…brilliant!)
• 6:20 am: (At last, in my dull and gloomy looking class IX D…although the students do their best to tang it up…) Hi, Gourav…(who sits their with a Science book open before him…speaking of geeks!) Was there any homework, class? (Gets 14 shrugs in reply…no one really knows…you wanna do homework, do…don’t want...well…we couldn’t care less…!)
• 6:30 am: (Class in an uproar…there’s a fight between Vibhas and Tushar…a eternal flirting session between Prateek and Niyaty…a gossip-update from Anjali and Co…Nishit making swirls on the green board…Ankita busy in adorning the class boards…a quarrel between Neh and Kushal…a full-fledged discussion about FIFA World Cup among the sporty guys…a idle assembly between Anjum, Shimmey, Bonne and Me…a tuition talk between Pallu and a few other girls…the rest? Ahh, we need some audience!)
• 7 am: (Bell rings…Kedia Sir enters…that’s our class teacher…tch tch…roll call…quote of the week…this that that this)
• 8 am: (Still Standing! Yup…this, my friends, is what DPS, Bokaro should be famous for…and I’m sufficiently curious how it’s not! Yo. Teen ghantey (3 hours or so it seems, if not 3) we’ve got to stand in the hot (but certainly not sexy) and sweltering glaring sun…(I wish I’d put my sunscreen…)
• 9 am: (Soon, I’ll be loosing track of time…damn it, I sit on the front bench…you really can’t fall asleep…so I just make sure to note down each and every word of the teacher to prevent the tempting urge…damn…back benchers)
• 10:30 am: (Recess…at least that’s what they call it…it’s more like you’ve let loose a pack of hooligans…hooting, screeching, hollering, LOLs, teasing, wrestling for the chow mien, struggling to get a grab of haldiram’s mixture…this is how the guys behave…girls are quieter and nice…share your tiffins…I hate it…I mean OK, you’ve my food as much as you want…but don’t give me yours…ugh, unhygienic…please…maybe I’ve got some phobia…but I really can’t stand eating anyone else’s food or water…unclean, germ-infested…who knows?)
• 12:45 pm: (Finally the last bell rings…bikers go first, so, there’s, Pallu, Rash, Abhishek, Abhinav, Neh, Kushal, and somewhere lost, there’s me…tugging…)
• 1 pm: (Home, sweet home)
• 2 pm: (Had my lunch, feeling sleepy, pulling my eyes to stay awake, go and grab a biscuit…might help…ahh, nope...asleep)
• 6 pm: (OMG! I was sleeping!!! OMG! What about…) Mom, mujhe bulaya kyun nahin? Dekh nahin rahi thi main so rahi thi? Bula diya karo! (Eng Ver: Mom, omg, you didn’t wake me up? Didn’t you see I was sleeping? Oh! Why didn’t you? ) (No answer, she’s busy watching TV and Ryan)
• 7 pm: (Finally, sat for some serious study…)
• 10 pm: (Still studying…yeah…I can be a geek if I want to be, yeah…I’m large…I’ve multitudes! But finally served dinner…something called roti-sabjee…eng ver? Pancakes and sauté salad. Sounds yummy? Maybe in Eng, not in Hindi…I know I just cracked a PJ. DUH…who cares!?)
• 10:30 pm: (Dad arrives after a B-shift…I quickly pull out my Moths book to show him his studious and academically serious girl…dad smiles, he’s happy, mom shouts about my entire day’s account, he’s heated (just back from Blast Furnace!)…Gives me lecture on my future…how he’s against any sort of donations (even I’m)…tells me to study hard from next time…silence…silence…silence from me…I nod my head…)
• 12 o’clock: (Quite house…I like it…I can concentrate a lot more…study…study…)
• 1 am: (Switches on Computer…this that that this…blog, network, others, google, chat, comment, ymail, gmail, hotmail, reply, new message, delete spam folders…)
• 3 am: (Switches off computer…sleepy…open science book…reads a line about a million times…no, crappy…finally…switches off light…switches on AC…with book on my stomach…I fall asleep…for yet another day…for yet another day…another day as a veiled princess of her own imperfect life…)
  
  
  

  “Marry Prince Williams? Why not …tell me, who wouldn’t like to be a princess?”

  Britney Spears.
  
  Who wouldn’t? I just need to pep up my training, ain’t it? Yo!
  
  I really hope you guys (soccer fans or not) saw the match between Germany and Italy…breathtaking and awesome…believe me. A beautiful game. Both the countries played magnificently – till the last bitter end…
  Although I’m no Germany supporter (as it defeated Arg) but I just can’t help appreciating them. It’s a bittersweet reaction that they lost provided that they played so well and that they’d whitewashed one of my faves. They played, I’m sure, their finest and I must say best. Thank You, Ballackians. You illustrated the world some world-class soccer – and this game of yours I am certain won’t be elapsed easily in football history.
  Italy. Italy. Italy. Now, what can you say about them? Defence. That’s what comes into your head. Yeah, it’s true that theirs is the superlative defense in the soccer world and they evidently displayed it. But it was really smart of the coach, Lippi, to get in 4 attackers at last. Which shows that they took care both of their attack and defense. Really tactful and discreet. Grosso’s goal, I must say, just pulled them into action. And Del Piero’s goal was a counter-attack. Good luck, Italy. And I wish to tell you guys that now you’re my faves to win the cup.
  I’d like to tell them who’ve missed this match to watch it whenever it’s being retelecasted. You won’t regret it, trust me!
  
  Now, Portugal vs France. I’ve missed the game. I fell asleep at about 9:30 pm asking my dad to call me up when the match started but according to him I mumbled in my sleep “I’d rather sleep. Hell with soccer…” DUH.
  Guys at school told me France had a good chance to win, but many liked Port.
  But what my dad said to me that it wasn’t any top-notch game, the game being decided at the 33rd minute when Zidane got a penalty. According to him, it wasn’t a big offense that should’ve been given a penalty. Like, IDK. I don’t care much either about Port or Fr. They’ve never really awestruck me somehow although I’ve heard they play it well.
  
  Eagerly waiting…Italy vs France. +Cross Fingers+ Hope Italy wins…who are with me?