... JUST A SIMPLE GIRL...
...WAITING TO LIVE HER DREAM...

Wednesday 26 May 2010

DUBAI- MANGALORE FLIGHT CRASH

It was May 22nd, a Saturday and I had big plans for the day- a day out in Khalidya Mall with my girl friends. I had set the alarm for 9 in the morning. But sadly, it was not the alarm that woke me up.

I woke up hearing the noise from the TV. The news channel was on and the most devastating news was shown. An Air India Express flight from Dubai-Mangalore had crashed near the Mangalorean Airport. The crash killed 158 people leaving 6 survivors. There were 4 infants and a dozen or so kids on board. The news was so shocking that I called my friends to know if anyone they knew were on board. I was invited into a sad reality that my friend Soujanya’s aunt and uncle were on board. Thought they were not sure whether they were alive or not at that time, now they know. MY father’s colleague, Mr. Noushad and his family were on board too. Through TV, we came to know that they had passed away too. Burnt in the fire, the news reporter said. There was one more man from my dad’s office that died in that flight crash, a young man of about 28 who was going to India to get married. His bride was waiting for him there. For the rest of the day and the next, all the TV channels reported news about the crash. It was the most devastating crash in a decade in India. Many whys and whose and wheres and whats remained in everyone’s mind as they painfully watched the news. I don’t want to go into any details about the crash as the point of this blog is not that.

That night I went to bed thinking, how many dreams had died down in that small moment of disaster. There might be a girl in the plane who just finished her 10th and is eagerly waiting to go to a new school in India. There might be a wife waiting to see her husband or vise versa. A child, waiting to see her dad. An infant with a hope of seeing her grandparents for the first time. A man, waiting to be with his bride. And air hostess, waiting to get back home from the long journeys.

Saying that I barely slept would be an understatement. It was horrible. How many dreams, hopes and aspirations. Didn’t god just take them all back in a minute.

That night, I prayed to god. Sincerely prayed. Thanked him for the roof above my head, for the family I have, for the food I eat, for the friends I have, for the love I share, for the love I get and most of all, for the protection I get from harm.

That night I slowly closed my eyes and drifted into an unconscious state. I slept…knowing that some day, I would have to say good bye to this life too.



THIS IS HOW THE PLANE CRASHED. REPORTERS SAY THE PILOT IS TO BE BLAMED.



A SIGHT THAT HAUNTS ME...A COP CARRYING THE DEAD BODY OF A SMALL CHILD FROM THE PLANE CRASH.



AFTER THE PLANE CRASH....DEVASTATED...



PEOPLE DID ALL THEY COULD....BUT TO NO VAIL....


THE KITE RUNNER






After reading Thousand splendid suns by Khaled Hussaini, I had an urge to read more of his books. That book touched deep in my heart and I knew his other books would do the same. After days of search, I finally borrowed The kite runner, Khaled Hussaini’s first book from my friend, Rochelle. And here is my opinion about the book.


It was a great book and yet not as good as Thousand splendid suns. At least that is what I thought. Sure kite runner had a lot of emotions (only emotions actually) and some good moments (very very few really). But it didn’t have the effect on me that I heard was on my other friends. It is the story of two friends, Amir and Hussain, mainly Amir. About how Amir’s life is filled with guilt. The book made me a keen reader and it had every aspect related to life. But now I kind of wish I hadn’t read it before. Don’t ask me why. Maybe because the book was so sad that I had a heavy heart for the rest of my week. Thankfully it has become light now. But the thought, the pain, it still lingers, its wondrous how much a book can make you feel and think.


Q. SHOULD I READ THIS BOOK?

I say yes and it is a sure read. But if you are an emotional person with a soft heart and cannot take in heavy grief, I’d rather say you stay away from it.


Q. IS THIS BOOK WORTH READING?

My answer again would be yes because the book is written in a unique manner where every scene can be visualized by the reader. Putting it in right words, it is a reader friendly book. You might take some time to take the story and grief out of your head, but I say, it’s worth it.





SO WOULD YOU READ IT…OR WOULD YOU NOT?







Friday 7 May 2010

FAREWELL REENA MAM...=(

This was a small farewell present i gave my teacher. Its a collage of some pix i managed to gather.

This is our last photo with her as a group.

Right before she left the school....:(



Reena mam was my English teacher and class teacher for 2 whole years. And i had the loveliest experience ever. When she finally had to leave, i cried. and with all that feelings in mind, i wrote a poem for her.

In the pic, she is the one who looks like a teacher...lol

FAREWELL, DEAR TEACHER

For some, you may be the candle
But for me, you are the light
That showed me how to handle
Even the daunting without fright

For some, your eyes may be warm
But for me, they are bright
They showed me the right platform
Leading me to a greater height

For some, you may be spring
But for me, you are the flowers
That groomed me little wings
To fly higher than the towers

For some, you may be a teacher
But for me, you are an angel
And angel whom I’ll never forget
But for now, it is ‘farewell

24th february,2009

sania harris

Can You Keep A Secret?





Can you? Now don’t get all excited and think that I am going to spill my deep dark secrets to you officially through a blog! I am not that crazy (hopefully). And it’s not that I have such huge deep dark secrets that I cannot tell anyone. At times, secrets should be kept as secrets. Like the secret about George Bush planning to bomb the White House to kill Barack Obama. I would tell about that to no one ever! Some things…they just have to be kept as a secret.

Now what I am talking about here is the book ‘Can You Keep A Secret?’ written by Sophie Kinsella. She is also the proud author of the shopaholic series. (Visit www.sophiekinsella.co.uk for more info). My sis bought the book from Magrudys boom store as she was fascinated by the author’s other bestselling books.


The story is mainly based on a lady called Emma who has a lot of secrets- secrets from her mother, boyfriend, best friend, flat mate…you get the flow. When I say secrets, I am talking about the day to day secrets that are either too small or too private or something like that to share. When one day she travels through a flight and turbulence hits, she suddenly feels like she is going to die. And out of fear and horror, she spills ALL the secrets she ever had to a stranger sitting next to her…a person who she THINKS is a stranger. And as usual, it turns out he is not a stranger after all.

The book was more than fascinating and awesome. The way the author has portrayed the scenes is magnificent! Throughout the book, I grew attached to the walks and ways of Emma. It is a sure read and a guaranteed fun! Won’t let you keep the book down until it’s over.



Wednesday 5 May 2010

THE GIRL I FELL 4!




Remember I told you about this girl called Safa? The one who played basket ball from the green house. Remember me saying how beautiful she looked? Well. I finally got hold of a pic of hers. Check it out! If I was a guy..i swear I would have fallen for her…:D

BASKETBALL MANIA!


Today we had basketball finals. It was Green house Vs Blue house and it was one heck of a game! Usually, in my high spirits I cheer loudly (most of the time screaming). But after coming to islahi, I kind of lost all that. I am not blaming anyone here. I am just saying that I’m taking time to belong to a house exactly. As I said before, I was positioned in Yellow house and I was least bothered.

Oh…back to basketball. It was one heck of a game (did I already say that?). I don’t exactly remember who all were there on the field, but some particular girls caught my attention. Safa {one heck of a beautiful girl !! (Am saying “heck” a lot…aint I?)} who played for green house was just awesome. Even though her shooting weren’t exactly great, her defending was marvelous! Sana Khan and Gnei (pronounced “ney” though we call her Geni. Our business teacher calls her Geeni. That that is another story) were the others who caught my lil eye from green house.

From Blue house, which eventually won the game with 16 points, harsha and farzeena played really well. But it was Fathima (we call her Fathoum) who had my total attention nearly 3 quarters of the game! She, being Safa’s best friend, was with her in the field throughout the game. Now don’t misunderstand me. I am not saying that they were great friends and so were inseperable. I am talking about how Fathoum defended Safa from ever getting the ball. Heh. It was really funny! It was war between them!

After the game, the Blue house group took a round in the school ground with their cup followed by the runner ups a.k.a Green house. We got back to class and it was the boring old day again!

Saturday 1 May 2010

A MOTHER'S DEATH!


When we lose something that is precious to us, we are left with a feeling of sadness. Whether it is a precious friend or even a treasured object, the loss can be hard to bear. It is as if a part of you has gone missing. Throughout our life we amass collections of friends and treasured possessions. Having close relationships help us feel as if we are not alone in the world. When we lose someone or something that is precious to us, we may realize that there is a certain aloneness that can never be filled. Ultimately the condition of life is one of being alone before God.

I wrote this poem when I was 13. Of all the poems I have ever written, this is the one I love the most. The thought of losing her made me write this poem. I just wish no one will ever leave or lie to their mother....ever.....because you have only one mother in your life time.


Today My Mother Died

© Sania Harris

Today my mother died
Silently without a sign
No inkling about her sadness
Even though we filled her with madness
Never being a burden for us
Instead giving us all a bless

Today my mother died
The one to whom I always lied
Screaming at her for her calmness
Creating all kind of fuss
Not thinking about her loneliness
Putting her in deep distress

Today my mother died
Thinking about her fate, I sighed
The times I went away
The times I never looked back
The pains she felt astray
The pains she felt setback

Today my mother died
I recalled her past and cried


Source: Today My Mother Died, Mother Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/family/poetry.asp?poem=20000#ixzz0mhuySerp