Spirit Of Cricket, huh?

For Indians, cricket is a passion.Its strange that people get so carried away by just a game, in which they might not even be playing,that they begin to do weird things. Things which they might not even mean. The past few matches against Australia have been an example of this. The racial taunting of Andrew symonds has left me quite disappointed. People were actually been photographed making monkey-like gestures,they abused him and made animal noises.
What is this? Is this the India that preaches secularism? Why are these people so set on destroying the spirit of game?
The game is seen as a symbol of tolerance, team spirit and diversity.
I mean,Symonds (fantastic player) was booed at when he went to receive the Man Of The Series award. The poor guy didn't even come to the media conference later. I'm happily surprised at how he handled himself. Any other person would have been quite furious and have done some thing to get back. These people were all adults, yet they could not behave sensibly.They were guests in our country, and how amazingly we treated them...(wow. ME, 15-year-old ME, preaching).
The racial aspect of this taunting was being denied earlier by the Indian authorities. But in the last match, they could not ignore it. Thankfully, they evicted some of the trouble makers. Indians have anyway never been known as polite, and now, this is further demolishing India's image internationally. What is symonds fault? That he plays well? Or that the Indian team can't beat them? That he's better than some of our players?
Apparently, some Aussi youths are planning to get back at the Indians (read: the Indian team) in the same way when they come to tour Australia. I don't think they'd succeed as the Australians don't hesitate to enforce their laws unlike the Indians who prefer to turn the blind eye until forced to do something.
I actually won't mind a lot he they do that. Some of the players themselves behave quite childishly. Take Sreesanth for eg. He taunts, screams and makes some rather unappealing gestures while in the field. He's aggressive and stupid. When asked (after the 20-20 world cup was over) about how being aggressive had become his identity and if he'd continue yelling his guts out (this is not in direct speech) I was irritated by is reply. He said that there was more good coming out of it than bad (don't ask me how) and that he'd continue doing it. He didn't regret being fined. He said that the loss was only of money and that the gain was more (of what?).
What the hell, man... Its just a game...

Perception changes everything

Perception: 1 a:result of perceiving: observation b:a mental image: concept 2:a capacity for comprehension
(courtesy webster)
Perception is a very amazing thing. Its basically how you see things. Everyone sees the same thing but their mind perceives it differently. I dont only mean the glass-half-full-half-empty thing, it also plays an important part in more complex things. You must have noticed it yourself, how people can see one piece of art as different things etc. etc.
Perception is damn important in things like classification of things (no,this is NOT chem). For eg, my french paper had an article that talked about how scientists are not counting pluto as a planet anymore. This got of thinking, who said what a planet should be like? We didn't get stones from god with rules for calling something a planet, did we? Its all how we think a planet should be, how we observed all the planets an supposed all of them should be.
In the same way, scientists suppose that a planet should be like earth to have life. Thats what they perceive after seeing earth, their only example. But, i dont agree. Maybe there are other conditions for life to exist. Maybe organisms on other planets live on a different gas, have different type of sense organs and can live only in high temperatures.
Ok. I am getting carried away.
But perception does change everything, even personalities. Inferiority complex is when a person perceives himself inferior, thinks lowly of himself (a person can have one even he doesn't know/accept it). Some people think of themselves as being fat, no matter what you say(yes, sam, refering to you). The psychological ink-blot test is based on perception and reveals a lot about how a person thinks.

Its basically about how the same thing looks different to different people. Not how our eyes view it, but how our mind does. This is all shaped by how we are brought up, how we are made to think and what things influence us. Like, a person brought up in a conservative family will be all giggly when talking about sex as compared to a person who is used to talking about it freely.
Its also depends on how receptive we are, how open we are to new things. The more we see, the more ideas we have, the more angles we can see something from. But, it doesn't help he you look at something with a fixed mindset.
All this is what I think and That's perception for you.

Amazing consequences of being sick before french exam

Wow. I've got a cold. Cool, huh? And that also just before the french exam, which i anyway dont study for, and now i've got a fair reason to snore than to study. The worst part is, its not like in english, that i dont study, but still end up getting in 80's. I study for french to get 70!
I dont know why i took french, maybe i had lost my mind. You get nice marks in hindi easily, but it isnt about marks always, is it? I never was good in french. Actually, i never tried to be. I still have a vague memory of how in 5th, we were to write about our family. Not being too fond of my brother then, i wanted to write some thing like,"he's dumb". Not being good at using the dictionary, i actually wrote, "Il est une âne". The french teacher had her own little laugh at this,me calling my brother a female donkey.
I also remember a french test in fifth. There was a question in which the only word i recognised was "nurse". I started to write a dialogue from me to the nurse telling her that i was going to the hospital and asking if she would like to come with me (god knows why and how i was writing that. I couldnt even conjugate etre properly). Later, when revising, i squinted at the question and it slowly began to make sense. It was actually asking what a nurse does or some thing like that. So you get the idea how brain-less i can be in terms of français. I actually bothered to learn the conjugation of etre in 7th!
I think i should go sleep.... Fever and all, you know....Sure, I'll study french. Maybe...
Oh yeah, and the stupid doctor thinks i look anemic!! Well, more of a reason to sleep....

Ramzan

All those with even a little brains will know that ramzan is the month when all good muslims fast from before sunrise to sunset. You cant eat or drink anything, inspite of that, i love the month. It has nostalgia attached to it the same way id or diwali does. The same conditions and seeing the same things bring memories back.
I love iftar time, when you break the fast. All sorts of delicacies are prepared, a new one each day. Being the youngest one in the family, there were a few years when everyone in the house except me was fasting. Then, i used to taste all of them, checking the salt and sugar. I also used to be pathetically mean, sitting and eating in front of others jaan bujh ke.
You feel the same feelings day by day, year by year as you sit at the table with your family. Slightly warm because of the dupatta wrapped around you. Feet, hands and face still moist after the wazu. The smell of chaat, pakodas and jalebis. The chilly wind outside.
I have encountered ramzan only in winters. It must be bad in summers, parched throats and all(no water). Ramzan is slowly shifting towards summer. *sob* Well, its a time i love a lot because of the family thing and its the one of the times in a year when i pray atleast once everyday.
I know, un-religious me.
I dont even fast everyday. Fasting is weird. When i fasted for the first time, i expected to feel very hungry. Actually, i didnt feel hungry at all. I did feel thirsty, but not hungry. Sometimes, i looked at the time and thought, lets in eat, and then remembered hybr fasting. I realised that most of the time, i ate not because i was hungry, but just out of habit. I actually find all this useful for the soul, you know....

Perverts

Some day, we were going through the teachers table and discovered a lot of junk in there. It mainly comprised of story books and comics for kids. We were going through some of the books, when the Pervert, i wont say who, started pointing it the pictures in the kids story books and declaring in a horrified way, "Porn!!!". Of course, it wasnt porn. He was pointing at pics of dalmations and saying they were indecent as they weren't wearing clothes. Aaargghhh!! Pervert!!! Here are the 'porn' pics....

Monkeying around

Anyone can enter our school, and no one cares. This monday, a monkey paid a visit to our honorable school. Though i came to know about it during the stay back, it had apparently been around since the 2nd last period. No one drove it away!!
During the stay back, it entered the other 10th ka NTSE class. Everyone came out and locked it in. It escaped to the corridor through the partially open window attached to it. It them escaped to the floor above. It came down the stairs an kids soon crowded around, going ."monkey, monkey". The monkey felt threatened, bared his teeth and attacked. Everyone fled. He slipped away. THAT was freaky. Never been attacked by a monkey before.

My phone

I got a new phone!!! Yaeee!!! Its a N 72. I love it. Its more than i expected. Its got mp 3, camera, net, bluetooth, movie maker,word, excel, e mail, messenger etc. Best of all, it has net! I'm writing this post ou the bell. It may be out dated, but its good enough for me. :-)

Ratatouille

Ratatouille is an awesome movie, I must admit. The idea is new, and Remy is very cute. The basic story is that Remy can smell the ingredients out of food and wants to cook, inspired by Gustaeau a fat and very famous cook, who has a five starred restaurant. He can even smell poison in food, so, his father (the leader of the rat pack) gives him the job of smelling poison in food (what did you expect?). Remy is very pissed with life, but everyone is forbidden from entering the kitchen. One day, Remy goes into the kitchen and is seen by the old lady in whose house the rats live. The lady shooting like crazy around the house, the roof falls in, and all the rats are discovered .They escape into a sewer using small boats. Remy gets late as he tries to drag along Gustaeu’s cooking book and gets lost in the sewer. He comes up to the ground to see that he’s in Paris and in Gusteau’s restaurant.

Only a few days earlier, a food critic, something Ego(forgot the name) had given a bad review for Gusteau’s restaurant, making it losing a star. Gusteau dies of shock, causing the restaurant to lose another star, making it only 3 starred now. Since he was in the sewer, Remy starts seeing Gusteau’s ghost. The ghost tells him to go into the restaurant. Here, Remy sees a boy, Linguini, whose mother had died being given a job as a garbage boy. Linguini accidently messes up the soup. Remy can’t bear to see it and fixes the soup. The Chef had seen Linguini fiddling with the soup and thinks he made it. Linguini gets a job as a cook, though he can’t cook. He had seen Remy fixing the soup and they decide to work together, as Remy wants to cook and Linguini wants a job. Somehow, Remy can operate Linguini like robot just by pulling his hair. So, Linguini keeps Remy hidden under his hat.

A letter from Linguini’s mother shows that Linguini is actually Gusteau’s son and he inherits the restaurant. Ego declares he will come to see how Linguini cooks and the whole restaurant is worried. Just a few days before, Remy has a fight with Linguini as he doesn’t get any credit. Later, they both realize they need each other and Remy comes back. On the evening when Ego comes, Linguini tells the whole staff about how Remy is the real cook and everyone leaves (don’t ask why). Linguini goes into his office, sad. Remy calls upon his whole rat family (hundreds) who help him cook. Linguini gets out his rollerblades and serves the food. Remy serves Ego, Ratatouille, a dish which seriously is NOT made of rats. I had become afraid that maybe Remy would sacrifice himself to serve Ego Ratatouille. Ego melts on eating the dish and gives a good review, even after being told who actually cooks the dish and how. A health inspector had also popped up in the restaurant kitchen just when it was swarming with rats. The rats kept him tied up till Ego left. As they had to let him go later, the restaurant was shut down because it was declared infested with rats.

In the end, Linguini opens his own restaurant, where Remy cooks with the help of his rat family and the restaurant is named, “Ratatouille”.

LE FIN

M(M)y Impact

Well, I meant to put it like the HT ppl do, with the title, “HT impact” and how their articles and news has changed situations:

I am proud to announce that my article Madame Misery(MM), which was recently published in the annual Dips Diary, has caused the school to look into the problems faced by children because of Man At Door. It was decided that Man At Door is more a nuisance to both students and teachers than a help, so Man At Door has been officially removed from the Door of the staff room.

Isn’t that great?? Now we can actually follow teachers to their desks, begging for ½ a mark more. Earlier, they could escape into the safety of the staff room. Now, the teacher’s pets can carry those high piles of copies for the teachers to the staff room again. Now, we can enter the staffroom without being labeled as criminals and without the need of bribing the Man At Door.

All thanks to M(M)e!!!!!

The Mountain Cleaver

He belonged to the musahar caste, who have a weird occupation of digging through rat holes after harvest and foraging grains stored by bandicoots. His name was Dasrath Manjhi and he spent his life cutting through a mountain. It was sort of in memory of his wife who died on the way on the hospital. They would have made it in time if the hill hadn’t been blocking the way. For 22 years, he cut through the hill, chip by chip. Now, there lies a path which has shortened the trip from 19 kms to 6 kms. But, it was no easy task. He did it himself, singlehandedly, using just a hammer and a chisel for a rock 360 ft long, 25 ft high and 30 ft wide. He died a week ago and is still remembered as “the man who moved a mountain”.