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A LETTER TO EAVIN

A public personal letter for the big dummy Eavin.. ;)

There is some weird problem with my hotmail.com ... Last week I couldn'nt open it at all.. and now that i finally opened it.. im not able to send messages.. they are just forming drafts..

on the other hand.. my exams started today,... Eco first.. maybe you heard from Greesh.. The paper was actually good.. but i didnt get to finish it .. so that didnt go as well as i hoped..

hows your work going on?.. I know it sucks sending you a public message.. but no one reads my blog.. so its not a big deal i guess..

FARMVILLE- A SAGA!

My mom is a farmville addict and she plays day and night. I want to dedicate this post for her. Its something I came across in a website.


Bum­ble has grown tired of Far­mville re­quests on Face­book. Every time he logs into Face­book some­one wants him to help la­bor on a farm, or send them a cow. Bum­ble ad­mits, Far­mville looked cool for a sec­ond. Hey Bum­ble even tried it for a day too. Here is how it turned out…



Bumble even had a migrant worker on his farm and still got bored really quick. Why? Because it’s not REAL! It will not save the environment, ease world hunger, make you less sad, or bring him back to you.

As a public service to Infidel Nation, Bumble has made some subtle posters you can share with your Farmville addicted friends that need an intervention. Feel free to pass them along…









My mom is a farmville addict and she plays day and night. I want to dedicate this post for her. Its something I came across in a website.

A BAD DAY AT SCHOOL

We all have those bad days in school when nothing goes right. The teacher that looks at only the students sitting in the front seat catches you snoozing at the last and farthest seat in class. The homework that you finally did is unbelievably eaten by the dog and the teacher doesn’t believe your story. The teacher catches you yawning, eating, drinking or doing ANYTHING other than concentrating in class. If these incidents happen to you, I consider it an unlucky day. A bad day is a bit different. Fate just shows its bad side to you and you just stand there helpless.







INCIDENT I-
I am a good student and I like to say it too (=D). Last class I received my economics test paper with the highest mark in class- 19.5/20. Of course I was happy. But I am not so sure that the teacher was pleased much. Looked like she didn’t want to give me the marks, but she was helpless because I had written everything correctly. So according to the usual practice, we are supposed to get the test paper signed by our father. Not mother. ONLY father. My school faculty thinks that fathers are sterner (I didn’t know STERNER was a word) towards our marks. Thankfully it’s the other way round in my house. My mother is strict and my father is the kind that says “Things will get better. Try again.” Though I knew I had to get my paper signed, I kept lagging it on till the time I went to bed. I got the highest mark in class. I didn’t have to be worried about anything.




Just like every other story goes, I ended up forgetting to get the signature from my father. During economics period, I informed the teacher about my forgetfulness and she told me not to misuse the freedom given to me and that I should get it signed by the next day. That was it. Teachers are always in a good mood towards good students. I happily returned to my seat. Then the trouble started. Six students had not done their correction work and had not gotten the book signed. Two among them who had terrible failed, were copying they correction work from someone else’s notebook. Seeing this, the teacher just flew into a rage. She, one of the sweetest teachers we know, got really angry because the students were copying their work and not doing it themselves. She went out of the class and into the Madam’s room. Madam, let me capsule it for you, is the kind of person that you just don’t want to meet on a good day. She came back to class saying that she had clear instructions from the Madam to not seat any of the “incomplete” students in the class. That included me as I did not get my paper signed. Imagine how shocked I was when I was made to stand outside the class along with the others! Highest mark in the class and there I was standing outside, punished. The time spent outside the class was 70% of fun as I had my very close (FUN) friends along with me. But I felt really bad in missing the class because the only reason I could keep up my mark in class was due to the concentration I gave in class.





INCIDENT II-
Our monthly tests were going on and we had the Accountancy monthly test in the first two periods. Having prepared so well, I was shocked to find the test tough. I somehow managed to finish it off before the teacher snatched it away. Dissatisfied, the classes continued. In the last period, the teacher returned the test note books. She had corrected easily as according to her, I quote, “There is nothing to correct”. Ignoring all my expectations, I had flunked. I got an F in accountancy even after all that preparation - My first failure in my two years in the new school. I was on the verge of tears. I was pissed, I was angry, I was nauseous, and I just wanted to scream. How would I get my father to sign the paper?




INCIDENT III-
Our third period was computer science and we were waiting for the teacher to come to class. We have rule that we aren’t allowed to go outside the class unless accompanied by a teacher. Weird? Definitely! The teacher comes by and asks us to be quiet for 2 minutes as she had some important work to complete. We ignored her request and started making a lot of noise. We are students after all! What do you expect from us? Anyways, the teacher returns to the class and finds us making a level of noise not acceptable by her. She starts shouting at us on how rude and misbehaved we are. She was hurt and she was taking it out on us. She made this girl in my class stand up and kept asking her why she didn’t listen to the teacher. Her response surprised me. She said, “Sania and Greeshma were making noise too.” I dramatically turned my head at her and mentally said an “EFF YOU BIATCH” (Hey, I don’t swear usually). Her response to all the other questions asked by the teacher was pretty much the same. Though I had the anger in me then, I chickened out from confronting her I just didn’t want to risk the thin bond of friendship we shared.




I feel like an irritating 7th grader complaining about her school day. I usually don’t have days like this. But the flunking really got to me I guess.

GLOBAL WARMING

This is an article I wrote that was published in Gulf News- a newspaper in UAE. This was written when I was 13 years old.


While most of us would like to think that we aren't a part of the problem, the fact is that if you drive one of the many vehicles on the road, you are contributing to global warming.

Global warming is defined as an increase in the average temperature of the Earth's air and oceans, which is a big threat to the future of the world. Everywhere you turn, there is something describing the dangers of global warming. We have finally begun to realise the effect we are having on the planet but, unfortunately, as far as I know no one has been trying to reduce it by recycling or reducing. No one seems to be worried about the future. We aren't looking ahead at how all this could affect future generations and because of that, the planet is going to be in trouble. So why are we waiting to be blamed?

Prevention is always better than cure. Global warming has started and there isn't a way to stop it. All we can do now is reduce it as much as possible but it's a shame that no one is seriously considering ways to do that.

Do your part

People may think that it is impossible to live without air conditioners here because of the heat, especially in the summer. But I think that people can find ways to cool down. However, they wouldn't be able to do that if global warming reaches its peak.

Here are some other things that everyone can do to help reduce global warming:

- Reduce, re-use and recycle, the triple R's. It seems easy to do, so why aren't people doing that? By recycling half of their household waste, people can safe up to approximately 1,088 kilogrammes of carbon dioxide annually.

- Drive less. When you drive less, you emit fewer emissions. Other than saving fuel, walking and biking are great forms of exercise.

- Turn appliances off. When you leave a room, turn off un-used lights as well as appliances such as the television, stereo and computer. If you're not using them, then they shouldn't be plugged in.

- Plant a tree. A single tree will absorb approximately one ton of carbon dioxide throughout its lifetime.

The final thing that everyone can do is spread the message about global warming and its consequences. That way when people are aware, they can find ways to reduce the carbon dioxide levels before it's too late. It's the least we could do for our poor Earth.

http://youtu.be/6CcM8wcspmM

His name was Stallone. Rescued during a dogfighting raid, this pitbull terrier won the love of everyone around him. The heartbreaking story of this victim sheds light on the extreme cruelty he, and other dogs like him, endured - fight after fight.

DO NOT WATCH IF SENSITIVE .

FREEDOM

Today, during English class, we had a deep discussion about what the word ‘freedom’ meant to us students. Though my friends just laughed it off casually and answered with whatever came into their mind, it put me into a deep, deep thought. When it was my turn to answer, I voiced my opinion of how freedom meant being able to take some decisions that we are really sure of. Freedom is the ability to stand on our own feet and not depend on others. My friend gave a similar but different opinion on that matter. She said, according to her, freedom meant being able to soar in the sky like a free bird. An image of a free bird soaring high in the sky with no responsibilities and no tension drew itself into my mind. It felt good. Freedom.


When I came back to reality and actually thought rationally about it, a free bird I not free from responsibilities or fears or tensions. Who are we to judge? Then what exactly is freedom? The various answers my friends gave were somewhat funny. One said, freedom is being able to chat in private without our parents watching over us. That, I do not agree to. Myself being a teenager, I know what a teenager is capable of doing online. It’s not a very pretty thing to say in a blog. If not properly looked upon and taken care of, a child can grow up in a wrong way. A million examples are portrayed in front of us in our society and surrounding. I have friends who are doing very wrong things that will bring shame to them and their family. Therefore, I am growing up a little and agreeing with the parents when they keep a watch on what their teenager is doing online in the privacy of her room.

I’m sorry for deviating from the topic of freedom. I don’t promise to stay on the topic though. A scene vividly came into my mind when the teacher told us about freedom. It was a scene from a movie. A wounded man was a battle ground fell to the ground and he screamed “FREEDOM” before he died. The scene sent a chill down my spine. Freedom is basically having rights. Having the power to be who you are. Not having to fear something or someone but god. When one of my other friends said that freedom to her meant being taken seriously, that led me into a totally different angle of thoughts. When she spoke, we could actually hear from her voice that she was hurt. She sorrowfully said about how her parents listened only to her elder sisters and not to her. It seems her opinions were never taken into matter. She was treated as a nobody. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had broken down into tears then and there. Some parents do that and knowingly or unknowingly, a child is hurt. She told us about how her parents ask her elder siblings about what colour the room should be painted, which type of cell phone he should buy, where they should go out for dinner etc. It seems they never bother about her suggestions unless it is solely relating to her. I can understand this situation if she was a 6 year old kid. But mind you, she is 16 years old. Her older siblings are 18 and 20. How does being 2 to 4 years elder than a person make that person anymore wiser? Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t.


I had a similar case in my house yesterday. My elder sister had gone for her evening classes when my dad brought home a new iPhone 4G. Now mind you, I already have an iPod Touch 3rd gen. An iPhone and iPod is not much different except for iPhone letting you to make calls and send texts. As my father was not much of a tech-whiz, I took the iPhone from him and started making homely (creating a mobile account, setting iTunes etc). My father’s first reaction surprised me. He asked me to wait for my sister to come because she would know what to do more than me. A full year of using an iTouch, and my father expected my sister (who owned no Apple product) to know better. If I actually had the power to do so, I would have slammed down the iPhone and walked away. Don’t worry, I didn’t do it. I suddenly remembered that when I had purchased my iTouch, my sister was the one to configure it and make it ready to use. I didn’t get the chance to configure my own gadget. Would you blame me for being mad? I wouldn’t!


That’s where parents go wrong. They forget who to give importance and what kind of importance. Somewhere along the path of growing up, maybe my parents forgot that I wasn’t a kid anymore.

DEVIATED! Haha! Anyways what I just wanted to say is that freedom has a lot of meaning to different people. For some, it is being able to voice an opinion. But for some other, it may be equal to being born. Every day in our life is a fight to get recognized and taken seriously. Everyone wants to be free. Freedom is an everyday fight to be who you are.

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” - Albert Camus