It is really amazing how the best-laid plans often fail to work out and spoil your mood. But at the same time surprises too can make your day. That day I had planned to go for a movie along with my friend but right at the last-minute he just couldn’t make it. Now instead of going alone to the theater, I chose to call upon my friends – Siddharth and Gautam.
And at their place before I knew it one thing led to another with his parents and we all trooped out to watch the Auto exhibition which was being held on the Engineering College grounds. When we reached our destination, an attendant showed us our way to the parking stand. And it was then that we realized that a sizeable crowd had come to visit the exhibition. So the fair was drawing a good response and the attendant confirmed that this was the regular crowd. Continue reading “A treat for the vehicle freaks!”
Today I am sad and depressed for again, as on innumerable occasions, I had an argument with my parents. Arguments, rifts and disagreements between teenagers and their parents do occur. The elders blame it on our recklessness and carefree attitude while we blame them on our parents ability to understand us. Continue reading “An argument with my parents.”
Recently I happened to read this in a ‘Parents Agony Aunt’ kind of a column – “I sincerely need advice about our child.She has been active as a child and is healthy.The only problem is that she is slow in everything – eating, drinking and studying. She is good in English but poor in Maths and Hindi. Inspite of personal care and extra tuition she hasn’t improved. We can’t figure out what is her problem. She expects to be reminded of everything everyday over and over again. We want her to be normal like other children and do things independently. Her text marks are very poor and the complaint of her teacher is that she is slow. She gets nervous before a test and forgets everything. We feel she has no reasoning power of basic logic. Is there something wrong with her? Why is that she behaves like this? Kindly advise.”
Now most of you readers must have read such problems and may even wonder as to why I have taken the trouble to note down the whole thing and reproduce it here. Well the reason is very simple – the child is barely two years old! She is of the age off charming innocence and fun. She should learn by toddling and stumbling along about what life is all about. She should be having a whale of time and not be bothered about the harsh lessons of life so early. Continue reading “Depriving children of their childhood”
‘How I Count My Calories’ was a new column introduced by a local newspaper to ask their readers to share their own way of keeping fat away and inspire others. They also requested the reader to provide a photo – possibly to show that the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
I was definitely unqualified to contribute to such a column, so wrote a spoof on being ‘Calorie Conscious’ – it was accepted and appeared in the newspaper; under another column of course. And no, I did not send any photo along with the same.
“How do I count my calories?” Ah! That is my theme. I have a due right to write on this one, for if ever there was a calorie conscious person, it is I. When I say that I am calorie conscious, I mean that I am conscious of my calories – I know them well. And I don’t mind them. After all they are mine, aren’t they and if you expect anyone to be very possessive of one’s possessions, then I am. I wouldn’t part with a single calorie of mine. My track record proves it. Over these years, I have not lose any of my dear calories. In fact they are compounded regularly. The rate of return defies any Economic Theory. Continue reading “‘Fat Chance!’”
‘The subjects which were dearest to the examiners were almost invariably the ones I fancied least. I would have liked to have been examined in history, poetry and writing essays. The examiners, on the other hand, were partial towards Latin and Maths. And their will prevailed. Moreover, the questions which they asked on both these subjects were almost invariably those to which I was unable to suggest a satisfactory answer. I should have liked to say what I knew. They always tried to ask what I did not know.
When I would have willingly displayed my knowledge, they sought to expose my ignorance.’
– Winston Churchill, a famous orator, eminent British Prime Minister & a Nobel laureate.
This year I will be writing my H.S.C. exams. My parents, like everyone else’s, wants me to perform and pass the exams with flying colors. They cite to me examples saying that the son of ‘so-and-so’ has got 93 % and had figured in the Merit List. I am happy for him and the other toppers and rather in awe of their performance. But then not everyone can get such a high percentage and every one has his own capacity according to which he should plan his future. In fact if all of us get 90 % and above, it won’t remain special would it? Continue reading “‘The rot in the education system …’”
The piece was written in response to a reader’s trenchant criticism against a newspaper column ‘I believe’ and he even advised them that they should stop publishing it. The column was a forum for readers to share their beliefs in traditions that was regarded by some to be promoting superstitions and unscientific behavior.
The newspaper asked its readers for their views and got the feedback to continue the column albeit with a few changes. The paper admitted to having received a deluge of letters that made for a delightful read. I won the runner-up prize for my effort.
I would like to point out that people are superstitious partly because of fear and partly because they believe that following it causes them no harm. Mr. X may take sweet curd before leaving his home for an important assignment not only because he believes that it will help him ward off bad luck but also because by doing so he in no way harms himself or puts himself to any inconvenience. Let us leave the physical torments that one bears dues to certain superstitions for they are not prevalent at least in the cities and few educated people follow them. Continue reading “‘Superstition or Faith?’”
‘Papa kehte hain bada naam karega, beta hamara aisa kaam karega,
magar yeh toh koi na jaane ki meri manzil hai kahaan …’
So goes the famous Hindi number and it is so very true of me.
I am a teenager who to the older generation is all hands – a happy, clumsy and carefree clown. One who freaks out at parties, goes to movies, puts on music which is more of a cacophony ‘rock’ rocking the house. He’s impulsive. His room is a picture to look at – books piled up, clothes and cassettes strewn around, posters dangling. But this gives the wrong picture too. Only a rosy picture of our life. Continue reading “Is the grass so green?”
It was a Friday evening. I sat at my table, busy writing and also listening to my stereo. My mom and my aunt, who was paying us a brief visit, were in the kitchen and I could hear the mixer being run. My father was in the hall going through the day’s newspaper.
It was then that the power went off. I stopped writing, my father stopped reading, I couldn’t listen to music and my mother couldn’t prepare the dinner. Such was the crippling effect of the ‘power cut’. We all came out to the veranda only to see others too come out of their homes. Candles and oil lamps were being lit in a hurry while the affluent class was powering their generators. Continue reading “Cut Down On Watts”
Understandably there are a lot of things which we wish were not as they really are and this column enables the reader to give vent to their despair and displeasure. But there are two sides to a coin and there are some things and gestures that ought to be appreciated as well.