Monday, October 17, 2011




When my parents had first informed me that I would be moving to another city to pursue my higher education, I rebelled. I fought, I cried. I didn’t want to leave my wonderful life in Hyderabad and make a fresh start. I hated changes. I blackmailed them, I brought up old issues and examples when moving didn’t really do me good. But my parents stood firmly on their ground. I was going to move, and that was final. I hated having to not just leave my few school friends behind, but also my mother and little sister.

One day before the college re-opened, my dad and I arrived in the new city. Before he left for work he handed over to me a new Dell laptop, which surely did take my mind off Hyderabad temporarily. All day I stayed online, talked to my close online friends, my best friend back in Hyderabad, cousins etc, about this new change.

Early next morning I was up and ready for college. As I arrived there, I saw a large crowd which naturally intimidated me. I wasn’t fond of crowds. I stood amongst the crowd, looking around aimlessly and a little lost. I hoped for a familiar face, perhaps. Just then a girl came and introduced herself to me and I made a friend on the very first day of college. Unexpected, truly unexpected.

I adapted to the college lifestyle and new city lifestyle pretty well. The silent girl who at that point of time sat in front of me and I got along pretty well. She had a very different point of view to life. She liked challenges; she liked doing everything with a smile on her face. She was sincere towards her work and gave her best shot at everything. She was forever smiling and didn’t like to get into controversies or feel upset about anything. Live and let live was her motto. She is now one of my closest friends over here, a sister, someone who never fails to put a smile on my face with her outlook towards life.

Facebook has forever been one of my best companions, always there for me to while away time and get rid of boredom. I randomly started chatting with one of my classmates, about a project of course. Soon after that we would chat on a daily basis, about a lot of random disconnected stuff. She was extremely intelligent, a talented writer and singer. I realized we are quite alike, not fully though. Soon I started pouring out my tiny little life’s problems to her. She would listen, patiently, empathize, sympathize and relate. It felt good to have a friend who didn’t judge me and actually just listened. Today she is also one of my closest friends over here, a sister, a confidante, someone I trust with my life and it’s secrets.

Then came along the third one. The Harry Potter friend. How could we not befriend each other, having a mutual passionate love for Harry Potter (also known as my first true love)? The first few days were filled with continuous Harry Potter talk. HP this, HP that. She was impatient, short-tempered, friendly and bubbly. Over the time we started talking about things other than Harry Potter, like day-to-day incidents and such. I learnt that she stayed close by, so we would find more time to talk on the way home. She loved to criticize my eating habits and my laziness, but I almost always took it well. Today she is a sister, a Harry Potter sister if I may add and almost every day I stop by at her place after college for like an hour and we go on trolling, talking and having fun.

I have about 13 very good friends here. It is quite shocking, because back in Hyderabad I was extremely socially awkward. I had about 2-3 good friends in school, and of course my best friend who was sadly enough no longer studying in the same school as me. These 13 friends make my day. We have loads of fun in class laughing, talking, pranking, taking photographs and in short, making memories.

These people have accepted me for who I am: the weird, talkative, crazy, a little annoying, chilled out, prankster. They haven’t tried to change me at all, and they perhaps have no idea how much I appreciate that. Every day I look forward to going to college just to meet these 13 friends. I could care less about what is being taught. Okay. I am really not supposed to say that.

Anyways, after college we go to the mini-mall next door and hang around there until we are chucked out by the security guards with very little tolerance. We part with warm hugs and smiles. Every day I go back home with a genuine smile on my face. My Harry Potter friend and I keep discussing all the way home how much we love and adore our friends. It has become a daily routine of sorts.

I don’t regret coming to the new city. Not anymore. I am happy here and I have found the most amazing friends I could ever ask for. I love them so very much and I perhaps tell this to them a lot too, because I’m just so glad to have them in my life, people who make my every ordinary day extraordinary.




Thank you, my dear friends.

I really do love you all.

With love,
The Midnight Queen

“Der lagi lekin
Maine ab hai
Jeena seekh liya
Jaise bhi ho din
Maine ab hai
Jeena seekh liya
Ab maine…
Yeh jaana hai
Khushi hai kya
Gum kya..
Ab maine..
Yeh jaana hai
Kise kahoon apna

-Der Lagi Lekin; Zindaggi Na Milegi Dobara

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Back to the Nazi rule?

So in a particular educational organization a teacher gives her students an assignment to do. Fine. But there is a catch! Once the assignment is done, the teacher would grade them and classify her students as Excellent, Average and Below Average / Below Redemption. She mentioned that she'd shower the excellent and below average students with her attention, while the average students would be left to their own fate.

It is ironic how the same people talk about progress and development. My question is Why use medieval measures to achieve development? It sounds pretty absurd to me. Why is it necessary to classify students based on one freaking assignment. How can a person judge a students intellect like that? And judging itself is morally wrong.

The teacher might be thinking that she is commanding respect from her students and probably believes that the not-so-studious students will stop lazing around and study hard. But did she think of the effect it will have on her students? Did she think of the drastic psychological set back it'll have on them?

When a student is classified as an average or below average student, the self esteem of the person will drop down drastically. It's easy to say the torment is only for three years, but to be honest, the classification might leave them mentally and emotionally scarred forever. I remember living in perpetual fear during my seventh grade because of the treatment given to me by my English teacher then. I used to come home and cry everyday, not wanting to attend school the next day. It took quite a long time and wonderful teachers to bring back my love for the subject.

And it's not just about the psychological effects here. This classification will also cause an unnecessary rift among the students of an otherwise friendly class. There will be unwanted rows and arguments in the class, eventually leading to disharmony in the class. There are many students who want to escape this fights and disputes in school classrooms, and due to all this, it'll lead to the same in college also.

Why do these teachers think that they can classify students based on their intellect? Do they know them well enough? Even a psychotic killer could be extremely intelligent, while a humanitarian might be a notch less intelligent. Now does it seem like a fair classification? Do you know what this reminds me of?

Hitler and the Nazis. They had a stupid and unwanted prejudice against the Jews, causing discrimination and what not? I'm not saying that the teacher would end up murdering all the average/below average students, but...but she would  be slowly killing their self esteem and confidence level. Is that fair? Absolutely not!

I know that I probably don't make no sense whatsoever. Pardon me, for I wrote this article at 12:53 am, and I am, quite sleepy. I know I didn't even end it properly, that is due to my frustration. :(

Do leave your comments,
Midnight Queen.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Dear Girl- A One Shot

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You are perfect to me

-P!nk; F***ing Perfect (Clean Version)
Dear Girl

Dear Girl.

You don't need make-up to look beautiful. You don't need to be size zero to have a good figure. You don't need to wear mini-skirts to be attractive. You just need to be yourself. That's what's most important. Do what you like to do. Never change yourself for anyone, it's absolutely not worth it.

If God made you like this, he definitely has a reason for it. He didn't make you like this for you to change who you are. You might feel unaccepted by almost everyone around you. But, trust me, there will be someone who will accept you for who you are. There will be somewhere you will be accepted just the way you are.

Just because there are nicer and sweeter girls around doesn't mean that you are bad. You are perfect just the way you are. You might be misunderstood, judged unfairly and compared to your goody-two-shoes cousins, but that doesn't mean you are bad. It just means that they can't see you from your point of view.

You might feel like the whole world is against you, like the universe is conspiring against you. You might feel lost and lonely, cut off from the world even when you are surrounded by people around you. You might feel mistreated and ignored and mostly just unwanted, but you are special. You are special in your own way.

There will come a time when you feel tired of trying to make people understand. You'll feel like giving up. You'll feel fed up. You'll feel like nothing is worth it anymore. Just then, think of the one person or one thing that means the most to you. Think of them/it and remember, they/it are always worth it.

If others try to put you down, don't let them. If someone plays dirty, you ignore them. Not because you are weak, but because you are ten times the person that person will ever be. Let hater's be. They are only jealous 'coz they are not you.

Be proud of yourself. Embrace your individuality. Don't spend your life trying to become someone else's shadow, 'coz you lose a lifetime of being beautiful, being you. You are amazing, you are beautiful, you are perfect just the way you are.

There will be people who always find faults with you, who criticise you as if it's their birth right. Ignore them and move on. Don't give them the satisfaction of having gotten to you. You might feel like you don't belong where you are. You might not belong there, but you do belong in the world. Somewhere in this world there is a planet where you belong, wholly and fully. Remember that.

There maybe times when people don't get your feelings. They'll term it as "infatuation" and/or "crush" and just make your heart and feelings seem like shit. You might cry out to them and try to let them know that you are not too young for love and all, but it's actually better to let it be. Why? Because no one knows what goes inside your heart, except you yourself. Trust your heart, trust yourself and you will be absolutely fine.

Never give up on life. Never lose hope, no matter how bad things. Vent your feelings out. Talk to your best friends, write in a diary, listen to your favourite song or dance to your favourite tune. Or, just read this letter, again and again till you feel better. Never change yourself for someone else. Absolutely no one is worth that change. Never give up. Never harm yourself. Because the sun will rise tomorrow, bringing sunshine and warmth into your life once again.

Another girl who has seen it all :-)

Friday, June 24, 2011

Perfect Two- a One Shot

We are the Perfect Two
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
And you're the one I wanna marry

Cause you're the one for me (for me)
And I'm the one for you (for you)
You take the both of us (of us)
And we're the perfect two
-Auburn; Perfect Two

Another tiring day in University for her. MBBS was definitely one of the hardest courses ever. Not even one semester had passed and she was already going crazy with all the work load. She cursed herself for her lifelong dream of becoming a doctor. Sighing heavily, she grabbed her towel and rushed into the shower.

Standing under the running water was something Sonia Chopra always enjoyed. One could say it was her favourite pastime. It was highly relaxing, she would explain happily. She let the hot water wash away her tiredness and sighed happily. Happiness. She wouldn't exactly describe the past few months to have been brimming with happiness. All her friends had gone different ways and she hadn't really made any new friends in Uni.

The upcoming long weekend was an exciting idea. Finally some time off for herself. She decided to go around Uni and make a few new friends. She definitely needed that. Her stomach grumbled loudly with hunger as she hadn't eaten anything since the past four to five hours!  Groaning out loud, she got up to go to the cafeteria, when her phone started ringing loudly.

She glanced at the caller and smiled widely seeing his name. She clicked the "answer" button excitedly and greeted him with a happy "hello".

"Sonia," he said. "Hey."

"Sahil," she said. "How come you called?"

"I was looking outside at the moon last night," he said. "And it looked extra beautiful."

"And?" she asked, smiling. "What does the moon have to do with me?"

"The moon does look really beautiful," Sahil said. "But then I remembered the one face which beats even the moon when it comes to beauty."

"Aishwarya Rai's?" Sonia asked, chuckling.

"Your face," Sahil said.

She felt her face turn crimson red, or red like a tomato, as she preferred to say. She almost dropped the phone, but held onto it tightly and stammered a few words.

"Oh, really?" she asked. "I didn't know you found me beautiful."

"I always did Sonia," he said.

"You never told me before," she said, grinning cutely.

"There's always a right time for everything," he said, calmly. "Anyways, what were you doing?"

"I just showered," she said. "Yeah I know, as usual, but today I really did need it."

"When do you not need showers?" he asked, laughing.

"Never," she said, joining in the laughter. "It's so tiring here Sahil. Sometimes I curse myself for taking up this course. It always drains every ounce of energy from my body, plus I have no friends, even you are not here."

"I am not your friend?" he asked, joking. "I am highly insulted Sonia."

"I didn't mean that," Sonia said. "It's just, aargh it's tiring me Sahil. I feel like giving up, but I know I cant!"

"And you wont," Sahil said firmly. "Coz you are too amazing for that. It's just four and a half years and you'll be a free bird. Keep hanging on Sonia, 'coz I know you are one hell of a strong girl."

"Thanks Sahil," Sonia said. "I really needed that."

The two friends continued talking late into the night. Only when the lights went off did Sonia realize they had been talking for more than three whole hours. She knew that she wouldn't get any dinner now, so decided to go hungry for the night. Sahil scolded her for skipping her meal just to talk to him, but she hushed him saying she preferred talking to him than eating anyways.


The rest of the year passed away pretty uneventfully for Sonia. She made a few good friends and she felt much better about Uni. She had also started looking forward to her classes, as she realized that the workload couldn't come between her and her lifelong dream. There was something else she was looking forward for- the visit to India. She was ecstatic about it. She'd be meeting her family, her friends, and most importantly, Sahil.

In the past one year she had come to realize that he was not just another crush of hers. He was much, much more. No one had made her feel this way before. There was something about him that was so much more than just looks. The way he always called her up when she was down, the way he cutely scolded her when she neglected her food or something due to work, they way he fussed over her when she was sick (through the phone of course), it all made her fall harder and harder for him.

She smiled to herself as she looked for her parents in the crowded airport. They had told her they'd be coming, but she hadn't seen them yet. Just as she took out her phone to call them, she saw him. Her lips curved up into a beautiful smile. She ran over to him and hugged him.

"Sahil?" she exclaimed. "What a pleasant surprise!"

"Your parents wanted to come," Sahil said, grinning at her. "But I wanted to see my favourite girl, so here I am!"

"Favourite girl?" Sonia asked, blushing deeply.

"Nah I was just kidding," he said, winking at her.

"Shut up idiot," she said, punching his arm.

He grabbed her suitcase from her hand and insisted on taking it. Her attempts at getting back were futile, as he simply refused to let go.

The drive to her house was a merry one. Sonia kept on talking about anything and everything and Sahil listened to her patiently. He also kept staring at her and she had to, blushing furiously while she did, tell him to keep his eyes on the road, lest they get into an accident. That made even blush, but not as much as she did.

They arrived home, unscathed and unhurt. Her affectionate family started welcoming her very warmly, and Sahil decided he'd have to talk to her later. It was time for family right now.


The next day they two had decided to go out for coffee to the same cafe where they had gone for their first coffee outing, and also where Sonia had first told Sahil that she had a crush on him. It was really close to his place, so they decided to meet there itself.

"Hey," Sonia said, taking a seat opposite him. "This place holds...a beautiful memory."

"I know," he said. "First things first, what would you like to order?"

"A Cornetto," Sonia said.

"Just like last time," Sahil said.

"You remember?" Sonia asked, surprised.

"I remember everything about you lady," he said, with a wink.

"Okay you really should stop trying to make me blush," she said, fighting the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Oh-my-god," she gasped. "I didn't just say what I think I just said."

"Of course you did," he said, pinching her nose. "You are such a cutie."

"Stop it yaar, its not a joke," she said, pouting.

"When did I say I was joking?" he asked. "You really are cute!"

"Shut up," she said, covering her face.

"And you just keep getting cuter," he said, enjoying seeing her getting all flustered.

"Stop flirting with me," she said.

"India allows freedom of speech," he said, fighting his laughter.

"Not if I am involved," Sonia said smugly.

"Oooh right," Sahil said. "Anyways, chuck it. It's Minty's wedding tomorrow. You are going right?"

"Of course I am," Sonia said. "She's your sister after all. I wont miss it."

"I'm glad," he said, winking.


Sonia looked at the mirror for one last time before going for the wedding. She was dressed in a beautiful red saree which enhanced her lovely figure and made her look gorgeous. She had curled her for the occasion, and to say she looked beautiful was an understatement of its own. She flicked her hair and left the room.

The wedding ceremony was going on in full swing. She saw Sahil helping out his family with the guests and she couldn't help but stare. He looked so handsome in a sherwani, so adorable, that she felt the butterflies in her stomach multiply every second. If she had her way she would have spent the entire night just staring at him, but her mom took her around to meet some very boring old people.

When her legs were sore from all the walking and she just wanted to sit down, her little cousin came to her and told her that her cousin Rupa was waiting for her in the balcony. The kid ran away after that and she couldn't help but wonder why Rupa of all people was calling her out to the balcony.


Just as she walked into the balcony, she saw not Rupa, but Sahil waiting for her there, with a smile on his face. His face shone with happiness and he gestured for her to come forward. She closed the balcony door behind her and went up to him. She knew exactly what was going to happen between them, and felt her whole self glow as the wondrous feeling enveloped her.

"This is not a Bollywood film," Sahil said. "This is not a stupid TV serial."

"I know," Sonia said.

"I am not going to make it all dramatic," he said. "I love you Sonia. I really do love you."

She didn't say a word. Instead she hugged him tightly and felt him hold her closer to him.

"I love you too Sahil," she said.

"I know," he said, running his hands through her lovely hair.

"I am a little filmy," she said. "So I will tell you that I've never felt this way about anyone else. You are very special to me. And you will always be."

"I love you," he said again. "I don't really know what else to say. I feel I love you is the perfect words to express my feelings."

"It is," she said, slowly pulling out of the hug and touching his face. "I want to make sure this is not a dream."

"It's not," he said.

He cupped her precious face in his hands and placed  a gentle and sweet kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes to feel the moment and smiled to herself. They then walked back to the wedding party, their hands entwined together.

They were the perfect two.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

I dared -A short story


A quick update from me. Shocker right. :) I just had this random idea in my mind and wrote this story down. :P Nope, am not suffering from depression or anything. This is just a fictional story. :D

Enjoy :-)

I dared - a short story by the Midnight Queen

I was the loud, boisterous girl who hated the limelight. I was crazy, I was wild and I was, well me. All those numerous advertisements which screamed and screeched for people to dare to be different were I guess, made for me. I dared to be different. I dared to speak my mind. I dared to stand up for myself and my family. I dared to go out wearing track pants and a loose top. I dared to go to parties without applying make-up. I dared to laugh out loud when I found something hilarious instead of covering my mouth and giggling like a silly girl. I dared to be a not so typical girl. I dared to be me. And…I dared to love him.

Who is he? He’s the man I’ll love my whole life but perhaps never get. He’s the funny, handsome, charming, and wonderful man I’m in love with. And will always love. It’s funny how people mistake my feelings of love to be that of infatuation. Well at first I didn’t argue, because I hardly knew him. But now that I do know him, I know it’s not infatuation. It’s love. And you know what the sad part is? He doesn’t know I exist…and if life is as brutal as it appears, he never will.

And from what I’ve heard and seen, he’s with another girl. One of those girls. Those girls who are not worth him. The type of girl I’ll never be. The silly, giggly, scantily clad girls with a figure to kill for. The girl I could be if I tried. But I won’t. Because she’s not me. She just lusts after his good looks. She’s mean, rude and arrogant. Not that I claim to be the nicest person on earth. I’m known to have attitude problems, but hey, in my process to be myself and stay true to myself I’ve, I guess stopped caring what people think about me. That doesn’t mean I am not likeable. I am said to be warm and lovable, friendly, loud and talkative…with the people I love.

My friends and family told me that I just lust after his insanely good looks. I argue. That’s not true. Sure enough it’s those good looks which captured my attention, but it’s his personality, attitude and he himself which captured my heart. He had also dared to be different. And so did I. He loves (or so I heard), another woman, and I love him. I always will. I have dared to love him knowing that there is a 95% chance of heartbreak.

I dared to dream that he’d know me and fall truly, madly and deeply in love with. I dream that he and I would dance in the pouring rain and share a kiss in the rain, just like Noah and Allie did in The Notebook. I dream that he and I would lie under the sky, gazing at the stars, our hands (and hearts) entwined, and that he’d whisper into my ear that he is in love with me. I dream that he’d introduce me to his family and friends, holding my hand saying ”She’s the girl, the girl I love”, and I’d do the same with my family and friends. I dream that he’d take me to a romantic dinner and get down on his knees and ask me to marry him.

And then I snap out of my beautiful dreams and face the grave reality that he doesn’t know me…he hasn’t noticed me yet. There’s a terrible pain in my heart just as I see him and her walk down the street, oblivious to my existence. He accidentally looks at me, smiles politely and walks away with her. A new glimmer of hope starts burning in my heart. I smile to myself and go inside. Perhaps he’d love me after all. Perhaps that polite smile he gave me was the start of something new, something…beautiful.

Despite all I know that the chances are bleak…the chances of him loving me are so  little. After all I’m no her. I am me, the not so typical girl who dared to be different. And I dared to love him, selflessly. I dared to hope, keep faith and dream. After all, both of us had dared to be different. I dared to let my heart beat for him. I dared…

Do leave your comments,
Midnight Queen

Monday, April 18, 2011

Virat Kohli- An Inspiration for the Indian Youth

Hello blogworld,

I am back after a really long time. My board exams are over and I am finally relaxing and enjoying myself. :) Along with the board exams, the Cricket World Cup 2011 also got over, and what an end it was. It couldn't have ended in a better way, and I am so proud to say that I could witness such an epic and historic moment in my life.

During this World Cup I came to notice a young Indian player- Virat Kohli. Just 22 years old, he is just 5 years older than  me. At first I noticed him as the most handsome player in the team. Obviously, that was enough for a teenage girl. I remember post the world cup final, everyone was saying that Gautam Gambhir, Mahendra Singh Dhoni and Yuvraj Singh saved the day. As far as I knew, from twitter ofcourse, the India team was partly out of danger due to the 83 run partnership made by Gautam Gambhir & Virat Kohli. Then why was Kohli mostly left out of the praises?

The runs of the four players on the day of the final were as follows- Yuvraj Singh (21), Virat Kohli (35), Mahendra Singh Dhoni (91) and Gautam Gambhir (97). I failed to understand why Kohli wasn't getting his due. Anyways, that added to my interest, and I started doing my research on him.

The first part of my research was of course the great Wikipedia. Under the First Class Cricket heading of his wikipedia page, was written that he was noticed when he played for Delhi in a Ranjhi Trophy match against Karnataka. His father had died early that morning, and yet he was at the stadium to play for his team. His 90 run innings were crucial for Delhi's victory that day. And this was in 2006 when he was 17 years old, the same age I am today.

Only a person with remarkable passion and love for what he or she is doing can go ahead and do something so so...remarkable. It takes great courage and emotional strength to play such a wonderful innings on the morning of your father's death. At the age of 17 one is still a child, not fully matured.

Then I read a lot of articles and saw a lot of interviews on the achievements of Virat Kohli. He is the first Indian to make a century in his world cup debut match [his 100* against BD in the opening WC match]. For the short while he has been playing International cricket his averages are really good.

Another thing that stuck out to me from the articles were the mentions about the change in his attitude. Many articles said that earlier he appeared to a "young talented lad in love with his own game". He admits to have been carried away by the fame that IPL gave him [post the success of the U-19 cup]. These are his very words-

I think I lost my way in the first year (of IPL) very badly and I admit to it. I was taken by the fame, so many people coming to watch and it was all first for me. Some people can deal with it but I couldn't. I didn't do well in the IPL but scored a century in the Emerging Players' tournament in Australia. (Dilip) Vengsarkar (the chairman of selectors) was there and he gave me a break in the national team after which things have only improved for me. That Emerging Players' tournament was the turning point of my career

It takes a great deal of courage to own up to your mistakes. Only a strong individual can do that. Unlike what most teenagers would have done in such a position, Kohli was determined to change his attitude and work towards the best. This again is from his own words-
What people were talking about my attitude during first IPL was right to a certain extent. I have accepted the criticism and tried to take it in the right spirit. There are two ways to deal with it; either you ignore it and keep continuing in the same way doing the same mistakes or you can accept the criticism and rectify it. And I took the second approach

A word that defines Virat Kohli is confidence. Confidence oozes out of him, and we can see that when we see him play. I saw him play live on the IPL2011 match "Deccan Chargers vs Royal Challengers Bangalore". I must say I am privileged to watch such a great innings by the rising star. So, as I was saying when I saw him play I saw just one thing- confidence. Confidence in his abilities, confidence in his talent, confidence in his game. Isn't that what the youth is all about? Confidence?

I am naturally confident. If I believe in my own ability I don't see anything else in the field. I had in mind I had done well in Australia and might get a chance soon. -Virat Kohli

Why I believe Virat Kohli is an ideal inspiration for the Indian Youth is because he achieved a lot of success and has fulfilled his dreams at a young age of 22. Such an example is an inspiration to the youth who believe in going after their dreams at a young age. It's an inspiration for the ones who don't want to wait till they are in their mid 30's to achieve their dreams. Virat Kohli is a living example and a proof that one doesn't need to go through twisted ways, or wait for a long time to achieve their dreams. He is a proof that one can use the straight and honest path & yet achieve a lot in a very short time.
This is why Virat Kohli is my hero. This is why a 22 year old young guy is my hero. This is why I think he is an inspiration for the Indian youth. It's not because of his good looks, it's because of his perseverance, his patience, talent, confidence & honestly. It's because he was able to admit to his mistake and rectify it. Kudos to you Mr. Kohli. 

A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles. - Christopher Reeve.

A hero is one who knows how to hang on one minute longer. - Novalis.

Thank you for reading,
Midnight Queen

P.S. I wish Virat Kohli all the success in life. :)

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Exams...exams...exams...go AWAY :-(

Hello everyone,

Exams exams exams...the one word which is taunting all 10th and 12th graders around India. They never end, do they? Even after twelve years of school, we have a minimum of at least five years of examinations to follow, for some even more. Even though the half-yearly examinations just got over, a few weeks ago, most of us are facing the crazy great preliminary exams so soon! Not even a month's worth of gap between the two! :( Notice the number of times I have used the word examinations in the paragraph...there goes another one... :P

 On Monday the 24th, starts our pre-finals....YAYY! How cool is that...I hope you noted the sarcasm. Portions half done (and half forgotten), the party mood caused due to yesterday's farewell party, the usual laziness, trying to study when the mind is elsewhere...that is the condition of all my schoolmates (my classmates, especially) thanks to the two major upcoming exams. I myself juggled between the ever boring commerce and English Literature today. I wonder why, but no matter how I try, I simply can't get commerce into my head.

Approximately an hour after I study the subject, I forget the contents. :( The same goes for the most annoying subject known to woman (feminist here), Environmental Education! I will never be able to figure out why this subject out of all had to be compulsory. Math has always been my mortal enemy. That leaves out three subjects...three subjects I actually enjoy. Home Science, because I score well in it, Economics because the teacher is really good, and English because it has been my favourite subject since Grade 1! :)

Well getting back to the subject of exams, I am actually CONFUSED about how I feel. I know I am supposed to be tensed & worried, and bury my head in the books, but I am feeling really relaxed...unfortunately. It's weird, honestly speaking. Two years ago when I was in the 10th (also in the 9th), I used to be completely focused during my exams and wouldn't even remember that my blog, FB or IF or any other site even existed. And look at me now. :-o Somewhere along the line I am sure all my batchmates feel the same (except for the members of that one nerdy class). 

Anyways I am not too sure what more to write, as this is definitely not my favourite topic to write on. Next time I should write about hypocritical television actors who stoop to the most disgusting levels to publicize themselves as they have absolutely NO acting skills, or about why Harry Potter beats Twlight BIG TIME, or just about anything...just NOT exams.

With that said, I am logging off,
Midnight Queen

P.S:- Wish me all know I have exams pending.