I'm missing you : Would've been this way

Yep! I finally changed the post title from I'll miss you to I'm missing you. That is because its been a week since I came to this city of lakes. So how do I find it? Boring! You would say that I am blinded by my desire to go back to Bhubaneswar, to my friends, to my school. Perhaps, you are right. I still call my previous school "my school" because even though I am miles away, I feel like I belong to that school only! I joined my new school a few days back. How do I find it? Not good! Rather, not as good as my previous school(my alma mater).
Missing friends just makes making new friends all the more difficult. I don't feel like saying a polite hello early in the morning or even a good-bye at the end of the day. During breaks, I look at my watch and think about my friends and what they might be doing at that hour. It's harder than I thought.
Dislike for the city and the school too makes life boring and dull. If nothing would have changed, my day would've been like this :
Waking up early in the morning. I get dressed up for school and gulp down the breakfast before going down to wait for my van to come. I get inside the van. My friend and junior sits down beside me and our endless chatter begins. We are the only two people talking other than toddlers. The van stops before the school gate. I bid her good-bye and enter my class. I keep my heavily loaded bag on the bench and get inside the adjacent classroom where my friends are waiting. The first thing I hear one of them say is that she was walking just behind me and I didn't notice. After that we chat about KKR's loss the day before. The bell rings. Time to go. I grab the hand of my classmate, who was also in the other section all this while, and walk back to my class. After the morning prayer, the classes begin. We study for four periods and then the bell rings. Time to go back to my friends. We go to the badminton lawn and stand under the shadows of our favourite tree. After eating lunch, we go back only to meet again in the games period. We, with a little bit of difficulty, grab hold of a bat. We drag one of our friends from the basketball court to play cricket(of course that takes some pleading). After bowling and begging my friends to field, I go back to my class. Then we study for another 2 periods. The school gets over. After bidding good-bye to two of my friends and my classmates, I walk to my van with my friend. On reaching my van, I bid her good-bye and she says that I am always trying to send her away. While going back, my friend and I still talk over all sorts of topics ranging from IPL teams to how she could be used for testing that water vapour's present in the air. :P I would come back to my home, have lunch, freshen up, watch tv and then go and study for the upcoming exams. I pack my bag before going to sleep and then wait for sleep to come(it never took a lot of time). I look forward to the next morning. 
That would've been a normal day for me in Loyola. I know that I am never going to have it ever again. :( 

I'll Miss You... III

This is a continuation of my previous posts : http://lifeisbeautiful-manya.blogspot.in/2013/03/i-miss-you.html and http://lifeisbeautiful-manya.blogspot.in/2013/03/i-miss-you-ii.html

Whoever said that we always end up at the place where we started was right. Perhaps, he had understood and wanted to share his knowledge about life's ups and downs. 5 years ago, I came to the city of temples leaving Kolkata behind after spending 10 years of my life there. It was exactly around this time when the shifting process had begun. The truck had been loaded. And I had already reached Bhubaneswar.

I don't really remember what was in my mind that time. Right now, my mind and my heart is screaming out loud that this is where I want to stay. Bhubaneswar, with it's calm and serene environment, seemed to take over me very soon. I loved everything about it. I still do!

This is my last day here until I come back here to meet my friends(I sure will). Its the same day but it appears to be gloomier than what it was 5 years ago. The truck has yet again been loaded and the house is again empty. The walls resound everything I see. Yet, no one can hear my desire to stay back...

I haven't left yet, but, I am only thinking of coming back asap...

I'll Miss You... II

This is a continuation of my previous post : http://lifeisbeautiful-manya.blogspot.in/2013/03/i-miss-you.html
There is so much to write, so many things that I'll miss and cherish...
My last day in school is just two days away. It is funny to see how time is galloping away.
Change is inevitable. I don't disagree. But who here likes changes? No one does!
I, particularly, get attached to places, things and people... Its hard to even think about a without my school, my friends. Harder to think about living in a new place. I know I am not the only child who has to move to a new place. There are so many others. They all too have friends. But, that doesn't make me feel less sad! In fact, it makes me sympathise with every other girl or boy moving to a new city, a new school or even a new section.
I've changed so much as a person since I came to Bhubaneswar. I started eating oranges, I took part in public speaking competitions, read books that I never thought I would like, started playing cricket, watching cricket matches and there are so many other changes! You would laugh and say that I could have learnt to do that elsewhere. But, that's not true. There are people who influenced me to do it and I won't be able to find teachers and friends like them!
The million dollar question is not whether I am going to miss my friends or not. The question is how long will I miss them? Will I miss them till I shift? Will I miss them till I join school in the new place or till I make friends there? I guess, I am going to miss them either forever or always, whichever is longer...

I'll Miss You...

For the last two three days I have been getting so many texts in which my friends have mentioned all the things that they are going to miss if I go away. I cannot do anything about my going to another city... But, this is to tell everyone, that I am probably going to miss you all more than you will!
Let's consider a few things... With whom will I scream and celebrate after kkr wins, after we see Brett Lee somewhere, after we watch our masterchef favourites perform well! With whom will I go to my vehicle after the school gets over? Whom will I irritate by telling her to go away when i sit down in my van? With whom will I click pictures in which I say Brett Lee rather than cheese?
Who will solve my doubts and whose doubts will I solve with as much fun as I did here? With whom I will talk for long hours? Who will console me after I finish watching Titanic? Who will make me laugh by sending '-_-' in the text messages repeatedly or by calling NaCl 'puchu'? Whom will I scold for sleeping late at night and waking up really early during exams?
With whom will I have the craziest moments ever? Whom will I ask to not break her bones while dancing? Who will wear(or have) the same dresses that I have? Who will entertain me by mimicking others? Who will be my competitor and at the same time my motivator in elocutions and debates? Who will throw balls at me like she's hell bent on murdering me? Who will get food for me from the canteen?
Who will help me tolerate my partner in class? Who will crack the worst pjs and yet make me smile even when I am sad? Who will come with me to the adjacent class during breaks? Whom would I call kabutar or dhruvswamini?
Whom will I play cricket with? Will there be another 'pedi'? With whom will I create hilarious CID videos? Who will come and eat away my entire tiffin in a couple of bites? With whom will I fight over the emcee script? Who will umpire the cricket matches if I do play them? Who will teach me where to pitch the ball? Who will stand behind me as I pose like Kate Winslet of Titanic? Who will be there to make me talk non-stop in the van? Who will always be there to guide, help, understand and be there for me? Who is really going to call me 'lal tamatar'? Who will argue with me over Sachin Tendulkar, Shah Rukh Khan?
There are so many other things that I am going to miss! I may not have written them down here, but, that doesn't mean that any of you is unimportant! One person's life is influenced by many others'. I wish I am able to travel 1427 kms everyday to meet you all or not go away at all!

Perhaps, it was this way!

It was a pleasant March evening. The sky was pale and a soft breeze was blowing. The birds were chirping noisily as the returned to their nests. Young Children's' Park was empty except for two boys. Jack was sitting on the ground and fiddling with twigs. Tom was throwing stones into the pond surrounding the field. When Tom got bored of throwing pebbles and stones, he turned around and said, "Jack, I don't want to spend the rest of my vacations throwing stones into the pond just because everyone else has gone out of the town!".
Jack was now standing with a twig in his hand. He said, "How can I help mate! What can two people possibly play?". Out of frustration, Tom hurled a stone towards Jack. Jack used the twig in his hand to shield himself. The stone went flying in the other direction. It didn't go very far as Jack had not applied a lot of force while hitting it away. The twig that Jack had used, broke into two pieces very soon after the encounter, just like a soldier who dies after fighting bravely.
Normally, Jack would've rushed towards Tom to beat him up for having almost injured him. But, Jack looked at him and grinned. Tom grinned back. They ran towards the trees in the park. They would go from one tree to another, break a branch and try to bend it. After going through all the trees in the park, they looked disappointed. They were unsuccessful in their search. Suddenly John exclaimed, "Hey! We didn't examine the branches of that tree in the middle of the park!". They ran towards the centre of the park. Right in the centre of the park, the oldest tree in that park stood mightily, surrounded by bushes. It was huge and looked scary. It was as old as Methuselah. It had survived all the earthquakes and cyclones that had occurred in that town over the years. It had numerous branches. The tree was tall too. Tom, who was quite tall, had to jump up to break a twig off it. Jack, being the stronger of the two, took it from him and tried to bend it. No matter how much effort he made, the twig didn't break. The boys were overjoyed!
They went to their favourite part of the park. Jack got ready with the twig in his hand. Tom took his position at a distance of about 7 feet from Jack. He picked up one of the many stones lying around him. He asked Jack, "Are you ready?". Jack nodded. Tom took a deep breath and threw the stone towards Jack with all his strength. Jack was prepared. He hit the stone hard with his twig. The stone went flying to his left. The twig in his hand was safe too. The boys jumped up jubilantly!
Every evening, they would come to park and play this game which they had devised. When other boys returned after the vacation, Tom and Jack taught them this wonderful game of twig and stone. Soon, all the children in that town, irrespective of their age, began playing this game.

Well, we all know, what that game is called now...

P.S : All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a only a work of fiction.

Thanks for reading!

Brushes, paint and paper! :)

With nothing much to do, I decided to paint a scenery. Honestly, I am horrible at painting. But, I think that this one turned out to be pretty good! I have clicked the pictures using a phone. So, they might not be very clear on the computer screen...

I wish...

My ninth standard finals got over on 14th february. This time, it was a different experience. Actually, both my 9th standard exams have been different from all others. I freaked out! Everyone asked me to calm down! Everyone!! But, that didn't really have an effect on me! I was freaking out a month before the exams and I wasn't my very best during the exams either.

The reason behind this change in me is unknown to me! I wish I knew...
We have our extra classes for tenth standard beginning from Monday itself! I never really liked session breaks and I always wanted school to open. But, this time I just feel sad to know that I'll have to go for extra classes to school while everyone else is enjoying their break!

There is no real holiday for us "tenthers". The school creates such a fuss about tenth standard! And honestly, I am not too happy about being a tenther! I had always wanted to come to tenth standard. But, now I wish that I am allowed to go back to 7th or 8th standard!

There is no excitement at all! And I am getting anxious about tenth and that is a very bad sign! It's hard to control! For the last one month or so I have been studying like a lunatic. And now, I am feeling guilty because I am not studying anything. But, I don't feel like studying either!

It's so difficult!! I seriously have no idea what on earth am I going to do in this coming year! Why on earth have I changed so much! Why do I have to be serious! I really wish that God brings me back to what I was just a year ago! :(