When she called!

The time was somewhat 2 in the afternoon. It was Friday and I was watching TV as usual. I always kept my homework for Saturday night when the rush set it. Till then, I laze off in the happy hours. The phone rang and I ran to pick it up. This was usual in my house. When the door bell rings or the phone rings, I and my sister run to pick it up. Not probably because we were expecting a call or someone to come…but just like that.

At first, it wasn’t clear on who was at the other end of the phone. And then I realized that it was Sofia, my best friend forever. She had gone to India a few years back and I hadn’t seen her since. We used to call each other on particular occasions such as birthdays and Eid. She always used to say that she was coming back for a visit. But every time she said that, I knew it wasn’t true. Her birthday was coming up, in fact it falls tomorrow, on the 26^th of April. I wondered why she would be calling me when I was actually the one who had to call her. That too tomorrow! And then I knew why she had called and I leaped with joy. Her tickets were booked and she was coming to
Abu Dhabi for a one month vacation. The students in India had summer vacation at this time of the year while students here had summer vacation during July-August. At first I didn’t actually believe what she said. But then, when she said it again, I knew this time she was saying it right. There are no words to express how much I am waiting to see her. She is coming here on her birthday; tomorrow! The happiness of meeting an old pal is just too hard to describe. Words are too mere to be used. And so I am too poor to explain them! I am waiting…to finally meet her after all these years…to share experiences, love, grief and more love…. After all, that is what friendship is all about!

Never drink & drive

This particular poem/story was a really touching piece that was sent to me through mail. who ever wrote it should be greatly praised. but anyways, I just wanted to share it with u guys.

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life it was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, Because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school you had to have a clout, And dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem! ! m stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night. Her parents frowned but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies, But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would have to wait. For Jeff was half drunk by this time. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard, call an ambulance!
These kids are in trouble! Voices she heard...a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars
involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, And if the people in the other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside her head, As they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car!? "Jenny cried. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, And wish I could return their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there-she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse,
"Why didn't you do your best?" To bid that girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad. "Because the people in the other car
were her mom and dad."

THE LONELY CLASSROOM

i couldn't believe 7 whole years went by just like that. all the fun and problems I've had with my friends....i enjoyed every moment of it. there were times we fought like cats and dogs...and then there were times when their shoulders were all we had. i just want them to know...that they will always be... forever special!...this one goes out for them...

Walking through the lonely roads
Passing by the lonely trees
Picking up a flower or two
To please my lonely teacher

These lonely roads they lead
To a huge lonely school
The bells have long rung and gone
But laughter, it still rings

I walk in to a lonely room
With chairs messed apart
The blackboard, chalky washed
And pencil scribbles on tables

Looking at nearly every seat
I see me seated there
Friends surrounding me
And laughing crazy geese

Dressed in shabby white and blue
Some in dark blue blazers
Paper rockets and crafty hearts
Zooming past the lazy fan

I see myself laughing
Truly fully enjoying
Throwing foils and icy glares
I see my self pleased

Oh! Then this insight hits me
I curl like a baby’s hand
And when a tear dropp drips by
I know my heaven was here!


AUGUST 2,2009

sania harris

READING...I CRIED!

I am an avid reader. If you are planning to ask me how many books i have read till now...my answer would be, "i don't know!". I have read loads and loads of books. Most of it were interesting while about a handful of them were boring. Some have made me laugh loudly while some have made me sad. But till todate...there has only been one book that i grew so attatched to that i cried like a child. My heart grew heavy reading it and i found it hard to breath. such happening are usually rare in my life! Apparently, this was the first time it happened by reading a book. The special book i am talking about is A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS- Khaled Hossaini.

Reading about Mariam's fate, i cried.

Seeing how Laila lost everything, i cried.

And the thought of being in their position made me cry.

I wickedly smiled at the fate of Rashid.

Smiled at the thought of Laila and Tariq together.

And ultimately, fell in love with Tariq though he has a small role to play in the whole story.

I secretly wished Tariq would come to life so that he could be mine. And i grew jealous of Laila on how fortunate she was to have tariq to herself.

The last line of the book is what appealed the most to me. If it is a girl, I've already named her. made me wonder how a line as such was born in the writer's mind. and i hoped that one day....one day i'll also write great books as such....:)

BIEBER FEVER!

Everyone talks about this boy. Presently a 16 year old teenager, he was found through YouTube at the age of 13. he had posted some of his home videos which was ultimately found by Scooter Braun, a friend of Usher. he later introduced Justin Bieber to Usher and now he is THE thing. WHO DOESN'T KNOW HIM? you don't? then you are missing one heck of a lot, friend! he is what girl would call...a dream boy or a chocolate boy. He is what the guys would call...A spoil sport bcz he is all the girls talk about!

I heard about him last year (2009). My exams were going on and right before my science exam, my friend came up to me and asked me, "have your heard about Justin Bieber?" I usually know every cool people out there (=D). so even though i accepted the fact that i didn't know him, the first thing i did when i got back home was check on that dude. that was the beginning. since then, i've had this fever. The fever that infects the girls the most....BIEBER FEVER!

WATCHING HER DADDY COME

Another successful poem i've managed to write long back!''

The cherry wind stroke her face
Shuffling her locks aside
With a beaming smile she sat awake
To watch her daddy come

Her scenic eyes were going scarlet
And often she closed them soft
But nothing stopped her blue eyes wide
To watch her daddy come

She fell tired every minute or two
And again she wakes to look
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come

Today or tomorrow, he may come she knew
With loads of sweets and candy
To receive with hugs and sugary kisses
She waited for him alone

When time goes by, she will fall asleep
And wake up a bright new day
She will forget about her daddy to come
And will drowse in her games along the bay

When the lights go off and the smile fades off
She goes to her ancient window
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come

sania harris

ET TU BRUTE!

When i was in OOEHS, we had to do a project on the literature drama chapter- Julius Caesar. Me being lazy as usual, i couldnt put up myself to write a 100 page report on his part. and the laziness resulted in me getting a barely 7 on 10 and the invention of a poem i actually liked! so this is one of my collected pieces. =D.

A man in flesh and bones
Was Brutus, Marcus Brutus
He treasured his king, but kingdom more
And so, our Caesar, he slaughtered

Caesar was ambitious, he held
And why should any rebuff him?
For Brutus, Marcus Brutus,
Was an honorable man!

So if you enquire “oh why, Brutus? ”
Know it now, for you should.
Not that he loved Caesar less
But that he loved Rome more

Now Brutus, this honorable man
If phases were to re-wind
Would indeed desire a better route
For flaws, he surely had

Caesar’s angel, he was
And Caesar loved him so
His last words were “et tu brute! ”
Oh how intensely Caesar loved him!

Was what Brutus did precise?
Many, oh! Many shall ask
This an act of a valiant hero
Or one of a ghastly villain?

Caesar once did utter
That cowards die before death
But the valiant die, but once
And didn’t Brutus die, once ‘nd more?

For Caesar loved him, oh Caesar did
And still his dagger swept his flesh
Caesar, he slayed, not as a person
But as what he may in the throne.

After assaulting our darling Caesar,
To Antony, he says, his spirit in pity
For he murder Caesar
‘cos he loved Rome more

Oh! I saw, Caesar’s heart twinge
When stab, did Brutus in facade
Making every philosopher deem
“Would Caesar die if not for Brutus? ”

‘Cos love Brutus, Caesar did
And he, an honorable man
The most intricate in the country of Rome
Doth no wrong, without a reason

If I could, I would do Brutus wrong
But how wrong? For wasn’t Caesar ambitious?
He loved Rome, but a haughty man
Who saw, he not ‘come a dictator?

And Brutus, oh! What a man!
Killed himself, a day
For guilt, the prickle, prickled him
Antony exclaim “He the noblest Roman of all”

So I do Brutus wrong and Caesar wrong
For both hath enticing love for Rome
But sad, they lacked clear notions
For Rome, he loved them both

JUNE 17TH,2009

- Sania Harris

Go Daddy com

Votes are in!

The much awaited results finally came in today. i proudly revealed who i voted for bcz they won!

i voted for Harsha and now she is the Asst.Head Girl. I voted for Anam and now she is the head girl. i'm happy and they are happy.....

it actually doesn't matter to us who wins and who doesn't win...what matters is that on Sunday, all the students that got elected will bring chocolates! huge ones as we ordered....so as far as I've counted i'm getting 10 whole bars of chocolate!...mainly galaxy and cadbury!

The first thing i did once i reached back home was call my friend, Nahla to tell her about what happened in islahi today. she studied there before with me (a loong loong story! i'll probably tell you next time). and i poured in the news along with all the bits and gossips a newcomer; me heard.

YELLOW?!

In OOEHS, once you join the school, the sports teacher assigns you a house and you are stuck in that house till you take your TC and leave. As i had studied in OOEHS for 7 long years, i was stuck in Saturn house for all the while long. Even though the name is Saturn, the colour is yellow- a colour i actually detest. Ive noticed that where ever i go, if there is a house allotment, i end up in a house will the main colour yellow. its like i am hexed or something.

Today, in Islahi, we had house allotments. and this time, i jus prayed a lot hoping that i wouldn't get a yellow card. In islahi there are four houses- yellow, green, blue, red. four people each were called to select their houses. we had 2 pick a card. that was how it was done. and guess what....after a lot of "i don't ever wanna be in yellow again" weirdly and surprisingly i picked up the yellow card!!! I freaked out! seriously!!....after all the hopes of any house but yellow, i ended up in yellow again. and that is why i thought...I AM DOOMED TO BE IN YELLOW!

Campaigning!

It is the second week in Islahi and the campaigning has begun!

Students who studied in islahi for more than 3 years are allowed to stand for the posts of Head girl, Asst.head girl, Captains and Vice Captains.

Us 11th graders are allowed to stand for VC and Asst.head only. Harsha and Sana are nominated for the post of head girl and it is up to the students to vote and let one of them win. as for the post of VC, they are selected by the teachers.

It was hard deciding for whom to vote specially when you are new to the school and dont know anyone there. about 100s of people came and told me to vote for harsha and another group told me 2 vote 4 sana. then the head girl's groups came to me.....so it was a heck of a day!.

after a lot of thinking i finally decided whom to vote for. i dont think it would be fair to tell it out here. but hopefully, the person i votes for will do well get elected and will do well in the post assigned to them.

Befriending!

I am in my second week in the new school. I've managed to befriend most of the people i see. It's hard to just walk up to a person you've never seen before and say "hey, whtz up". well, i am doing that right now. the more i do it, its becoming thankfully easy. at times i get those glares where the person i'm talking to wonders, "what's with this girl?". they kinda find me weird...but i'm fitting in...and hopefully surviving well!

These are some of the people i'm some what close with. i had to hunt in Facebook to find this pic!

oh BTW, the moment i joined islahi, my facebook friends list started increasing so badly that i had to delete many fo the people i didnt know! all the guys and girls from islahi added me ad i had to accept all the people i knew or else the first impression they would get of me would be, "that girl has attitude". me, who kinda has a little attitude, shouldnt let them know it...=D

Those long gone days!

i miss my OOEHS friends a looot.....miss u Divya, Nahida, Rida, Nahla, Soujanya, Anagha, Fathima, Rochelle!!! more than anything!!!

FIRST WORST

Years and years back, I went to Indian Islahi Islamic school. i studied there for five years (from KG1 to grade 3). due to some problems, my folks changed me to Our Own English High School where i had my best experiences ever! After studying seven great years of my life there, i had to change again. This time it was because OOEHS had grades only till grade 10. Admission was tight and I finally got into a school. and that school was unfortunately Islahi- a school i never wished to get back to.

April 11th was my first day back to Indian Islahi Islamic school, now as a grade XI student. i had opted for commerce and i was sent to a class to wait. about 15 minutes later a bunch of students along with me were sent a new classroom. as i finally took a seat in my new class, i realized that i was not the only unfortunate girl. we had 18 new students along with 5 islahi students.

calsses commenced but no teachers took class. well! no one does when it is the first day of school. I had pals from My old school thankfully and so i survived my first day taking to them. even though i am a talkative kind of girl, i wasn't comfortable in talking with the new students i just met.

it was hell boring. i hadn't gotten my uniform as it took time to get it stitched. i kinda snored my day off and i was sooo relieved to get back home and do nothing. NOTHING IS SURELY BETTER THAN GOING TO DREADED ISLAHI!