The Public Diary

Since I am posting after a long time, so to be fair, I am posting after a short interval. But with the same topic as these exams don’t leave you so easily; to be honest short of stock I am. ;) The other time, when a fellow student was actually cheating and was asking some answer from me. The teacher noticed us and forbid us by asking to not to cheat. I heard it the first time only, but the other one couldn’t hear what the teacher was saying so she said “What ma’am?” (Generally, people understand themselves what the teacher is saying in ‘such’ situations.) The teacher repeated herself. This time she let it go for the time being.  Later on, when we submitted our answer sheets, I saw her talking to the teacher about something. After coming out, I asked her “What were you talking about with the teacher?” and the reply came “I didn’t hear what the teacher was saying even third time so I was asking her what did she say at that time.” There was another teacher on duty ...

So, it’s been a long time since I posted a blog last. And I’m actually not feeling like doing it now as well. The reason: My fingers are so swollen that if I try to press one key to type, I automatically touch two keys. Too much to believe? Then don’t believe it either. ;) Moving on… I couldn’t blog for some time as my exams were going on. And this word ‘exam’ brings me to the situations relating to examination hall (the dreaded hall) itself.  I remember when I was in 5 th (or maybe 6 th ), I was all ready with my geometry box having 4 pens, just in case of emergency and this emergency did arise. One of my pens, with which I was writing, had no more ink in it. So I switched to another one. After writing 3-4 words I got to know that it wasn’t working properly, so I switched to another one which wasn’t working at all and so was the last one. At last, I had to borrow a pen from another girl. How stupid can you be to have 4 pens in an exam, with only 1 working and having lit...

          " Nothing is permanent, except for the change " Yes, it is true that none can stop the changes that take place in one’s life, but it is more about “How smoothly you tide over it.” Transition is something which affects a person to a great extent. Take, for instance, the pre-school stage of a child. How difficult it is to handle kids at this stage. But once the comfortable atmosphere of the kid is changed from home to altogether new surroundings of the school, the kid starts to learn to adapt to the new environment. Initially, it is difficult to adjust into the chained atmosphere bounded by dozens of rules but slowly comes down the acceptance. Another transition comes in the face of shifting from school to college. While many of us remember the initial school days as ‘cry period’, most of us, at the same time, have cherishing memories of the college days. According to me, it is because of the ‘more freedom’ which goes unnoticed when we...

When asked, “What would you prefer - Objective Type Paper or Subjective Type Paper?” the answer for the most of the people is the Objective type. Subjective is something people find it tough as it relates to describing things, sharing your views on a particular subject. Encounter with various subjects starts from the stage of going to the school and continues for long afterwards. Initially a choice subject, some subjects later on turn into nightmares. I have some strange experiences with several subjects some good, some bad ….and some not to talk about. (I know I couldn’t kick off this post with worse beginning) Let me start with the most-afraid-of subject MATHEMATICS. Some people just run away from this subject from the very beginning. But in my case, I liked it for most of the time or rather a whole of the time, except for the last year of my journey with mathematics. In that period of one year only, it developed enough hatred in me for mathematics to have enoug...

“I want to go for this one, can’t miss it any cost,” is the thought after hearing about ALL the trip plans. Every time you feel like this is the place which was calling you for years. But one thing I must say is that it is not about the place you are going to only; in fact it is more about the journey. (I’m feeling like I’m a travel blogger) Barring a few, for most of the people the first trip is to a ‘zoo’ when they used to be a kid; the excitement of meeting (or rather) watching the creatures about which the kids read in their storybooks - The king of the jungle, the clever fox, the huge Elephant. I distinctly remember that in my school days there was this announcement of the trip to science city. I was among the few kids who deposited the fee on the very next day. The trip was after two weeks. Just two days before the trip, I fell ill. So my parents asked me to not to go and take back the fee amount. After I did the same, in the next class our subject teacher, who just ca...

*Ting Tong* With this sound of the ringing bell, all of the family members get up to give the already messed-up home a little nice look (read ‘putting things in order to make some sitting space for on-the-door guests’). “Dad, wait for a while don’t open the door; the table is still Lionel Messi messy.” *Ting Tong, Ting Tong* The door is finally opened, “Oh Welcome, Welcome” says the person with an exaggerated smile on the face. They, the guests, explode into the house and reciprocate by flashing over-smiling faces. “Beta, Go and make some tea,” orders the mom. You are just turning towards the kitchen that you hear the other party saying, “No, No, What is the need to make tea?” “Why there is no need? Beta, go and make five cups of tea,” mom tells you again. “No, we’ve just come from home after taking the tea. You are troubling yourself for no reason.” “What is the trouble in this? Okay, you can take the tea in fewer amounts.” I don’t understand why this ha...

Kids - this word invites many reactions like “Awww! So cute,” “Ewww! They are a trouble,” “They are a blessing” and many more. I heard this dialogue on a show “I like kids…. but from a distance,” which is true to some extent. Whenever we see a kid, how much do we adore their smile, their chubby cheeks, their naughtiness and what not? But wait, what if you are asked to be with the same kid for the whole day or two. You get to see the negative sides. Huge responsibilities which come with it and I don’t think so that I need to enlist these responsibilities here. First of all, here is an alert : Never get too driven by their cuteness to get a picture clicked with them. Because if you do so, then the chances are fairly high that you’ll end up looking ugly in front of them, unless you are super beautiful/handsome. Their cuteness just overshadows, no matter how much you try. Then they are treated like stars, not the ones you see in the sky but like celebrities. Once the todd...

Women tend to sense ‘such’ things on an instinct. She knows when the guy bumps into her accidentally and when ‘intentionally’. She knows when the guy is following her and when not. Repetitive news of women being abused in the country continues to terrify her; fear has occupied a permanent corner in her heart. She had witnessed the Eve teasing events from childhood. She remembers when once she went to a fair in a group consisting female members only. She had pointed out towards a group of boys as one of them was wearing the same shirt as she possessed.  But one thing which she did not know at that time was that the same group of boys was going to stalk them on their way back to home.  She was getting panicked, as she was nothing but only a 7-year-old girl.   As it happens, in the most of the cases, the girls hid their residence by entering the wrong street. They managed to hoodwink the ‘goons’ somehow. But it left an imprint on her mind, instilled a fear in ...

Wheels - Helping humans to travel faster, from one place to another. First introduction with vehicles for, almost, every human being is in the form of the Bicycle.  Actually, a correction, first you face is a tricycle. Riding a tricycle is the easiest of all; you don’t need to balance, no brakes, no gears. But still it makes for a complex learning process cycle. Thanks to your short height, undeveloped brain to control the handle. Once you overcome these, you are on a mini-racer - Formula one tricycle. Then comes the second phase - Bicycle. I didn’t know how to ride a bicycle. But my friend knew. Once I casually mentioned that how in my school there are wonderful slides. She said “I want to see them. Let’s go.” We went to my school with her riding the cycle and I sitting at the back. It was for the first time that she drove through the main road traffic. Later on, when my parents were finding us out as we went without telling them, they got to know about it and I was r...

I'm late. This post was scheduled to be posted on last Saturday. But was caught up in ..... well, you'll get to know as you read on. It's been some time that I was trying for it, but finally, it happened. No, I was not trying to woo any guy or preparing hard for an interview/test. Okay! Enough of suspense as if I continued this for more, you'll get disappointed with what I got to say. Here it is: http://dailypost.in/your-story/45361-the-name-game I wanted to get an anecdote by me to get published in some newspaper. I was hoping (or say expecting) my name written over on the middle page of the newspaper - the opinion one. You know, there is some joy in seeing your name below something meaningful. I got a mail one day regarding my post getting a place in their newspaper. I visited the link and it was only then that I got to know that they published my story on their online portal, leaving my dream, of seeing my name in the (hard copy) of the newspaper, shattere...

One walks into the class late. The teacher asks, “Why are you late?” “Ma’am, actually, I missed my bus,” with this,  scolding of the teacher  is  conveniently escaped whereas the actual reason for being late was the dilemma of "Should I go to the class or not?" which one faces in morning. And if later on someone asks “Why did you miss the bus?” “It came before its usual time.” Excuses form the major part of one’s life; mostly used for defending oneself. Like many of us, when I got less marks in a school test I blamed the teacher for being partial, straightforward. See, if a teacher awards different marks for same answer, then it is partiality. What about justifying your low score in exams? Say “The exam was out of the syllabus,” “Perhaps the examiner couldn’t understand my handwriting” or “The difficulty level was too high this time.” This was a study-talk. Let’s move on to: How can one overcome inferiority complex? If I see anyone doing well wit...

Disclaimer: I don’t intend to offend anyone and become a controversial blogger. I woke up to a terrible dream and told this to a friend, who said “It might happen in reality as well. After all, morning dreams are likely to come true”. There are things which are beyond my comprehension. This is one of them. One day I was at  my college and a group of people (from a reputed organisation) approached us. A foreigner came along with them as well. (Eh, Unnecessary detail. Hold on!) They were convincing us to join their organisation. One of the statements made by them to convince us was: “They think that (pointing towards the foreigner) India is a place where there are cows and buffaloes all around. Join us and show that we are not that backward.” ( Pardon me if I am making an issue out of nothing) But don’t they have animals in their country? Their presence makes a country backward. Like really? They failed to convince me then and there only. That was something eve...

Holidays have arrived. Yes, the ones which you were waiting for months. But just like oth er times, this time too you are purely clueless about how to spend your holidays. What to do on free days? People who have fantastic plans on their minds, Go ahead! For those who have nothing to do, you don’t need to freak out. Here I am to provide you with an action course of plan (something which I myself don’t believe in). I have a gut feeling that it won’t be useful to any of you. But still…..   It is the same twenty-four hours of a day, complaining which people say that we don’t have any time but in holidays these 24 hours seem to be killing. To cut down time, one must not  wake up   before 9 or 10 in the morning . This would help in three ways: one you will be able to feel the joy of sleeping till late in the morning and two you’ll have less time at hand to spend (or I should say kill) and three you’ll get the habit of your mom chiding you for sleeping for so long (Al...

A guy approaches an unknown man to assure manipulate his fiancée. As soon as he is successful in his mission, that unknown person mis-recognises him as someone whom he knows. I can recall this scene from the movie ‘ Nautanki Saala . ’ Eh! Let’s not get into the details; I’m not here to tell the story of that movie. O nce we were coming back from somewhere and got out of our vehicle. I walked out of the vehicle, crying (I can’t remember the reason for crying, right now) and held hand of my father. Suddenly, my ears heard something and I stopped crying in order to see clearly. I realized that I wasn’t holding the hand of my father, but of some unknown uncle who I mis-took as my father. All thanks to the blurry view due to the moist eyes. Another day, when I was going to my school, I saw one familiar face few meters away. To greet her, I waved my hand high up in the air. As I reached closer to her, the so-called familiar face began becoming unfamiliar. To confirm this ...

Lately I got free from chains; I mean my exams got over . And the feeling was just awesome. Repeated attacks of excitement were visiting me. My sister was like “What is wrong with you? why are you smiling time and again?” Not that I have given exams for the first time, but I don’t know why excitement level this time was this high. It may be because I’ve made so many plans, blogging being one of them (preventive orders against which were given to me by my mom) or because I was extremely fed up of studying, for such long period (including those pre-exam holidays in which you are supposed to prepare for exams, in short, the little cousin of exams). Trying to understand such boring books in itself is a very complicated task. Add to it, people around you who are chilling. Your temptation to join them just goes up.  And if your luck is so bad, then the chances of some guests arriving at your home, along with their children (who would completely mess the house) will worsen th...