23 April, 2010

Vanessa's Frank Letter

I had written this piece for my College Magazine when I was in my First Year of B.A... was reading some of my college magazines and chanced upon this write-up of mine. This piece relates to the students state of mind on the eve of his/her 12th Board Examinations...

"Dear Friends,

I was busy walking to and fro, my mind concentrating on an uninteresting 'thing' a.k.a my reference book, when a 'twister' comes and knocks into me and guns are fired all around!! I soon realized that it's my pesty little sister and our neighbour responsible for the mini III World War.

I yell at them and scream at them till they cast me ugly, mean looks and slouch away to 'damage' another place. Somehow, the scene they enacted seemed vaguely familiar and it hit me - I forgot where 'Anne Frank' hid when the war was on!!

Out tumbled old question papers, guide books, texts, reference books and innumerable photo-copies. I found my English text and sit to revise, when there is a soft, gentle knock at the door, which soon ushered in my mother with a cup of tea. I took it gladly and sipped it... hold on, was tea an elastic or an inelastic demand? Gosh! I did not know my economics also! I wondered if I would forget all my subjects... oh that was a nightmarish thought. A bit of relaxation would do me good. So I turned on the radio and came across an Amitabh Bachchan song.... Oh heavens, what was the poem written by Harivanshrai Bachchan??? Was it some 'dohe' or about 'apsaras' or was it about 'terrorists'? By now I was certain that I would fail my exams. I was frustrated and was letting out hisses just like when air out of a balloon is let out slowly and goes 'issss....sss....ssss'.

I blamed each and everything in vicinity for my bad memory, when I remembered [yes, maybe I was just underestimating my memory] that this was DISPLACEMENT. I had learnt in Psychology... but uhm, did displacement come under the chapter of 'frustration and conflicts'?? I groaned, moaned and sighed as much as I could... I did not know what else to do!

I decided that a walk in my small, delightful garden would calm me down, but my garden too betrayed me! As I put my naked feet on the soft mud, I wondered what temperature was good for this soil, what minerals it was composed of and what crops were suitable to grow in such soil... Not Geography too!! At this rate my confidence of excelling in the exams was down to zero degrees. I had to cheer up and the best thing which cheered me was - the most obvious - the Television!! :)

So, off I trotted to the living room to see my father watching the news channel which showed some Rajya Sabha members...... Now I was truly STUMPED... What in the World were the functions of Rajya Sabha and Lok Sabha?

By now I was sure... I would fail my 12th Board Examinations!!!

P.S:- Luckily, I didn't fail... thanks for bearing with my boring letter."

Back to now, I guess those exams were little compared to the tests and exams we face occasionally in our lives. Life's exams are some of the toughest to solve sometimes. But solve them we do, we move on in life, every time!

Venice :)

14 April, 2010

Moons - My Doll

I treasure this memory – seeing my little sister for the first time. After a mad day at school, on returning home, instead of my mother I found my aunt waiting for me. I wondered what was going on, but my aunt focused on hurrying me up with my tea didn’t say much. She took me to the maternity center and while waiting there, a nurse came out carrying a tiny child who was screaming wildly and displaying its martial arts skills, by kicking in every direction possible. I looked at it in amusement when my aunt leaned over and said to me, “That’s your sister”…

You know those moments, where time stands still – and that moment feels like eternity? That’s how I felt when I looked at my younger sister. Oh the feeling… It would be difficult to express the feeling even in a million words. To see my sister, my little-bittle sister… so tiny, delicate and adorable. The nurse brought her wrapped in a soft cloth; my aunt took her and placed her in my arms. Her eyes were shut, her tiny mouth was a subtle shade of pink and she looked every bit like a miniature doll. I was proud to be the First one in my family to hold my sister! Oooh, so cute that moment was… :)

In the days that followed, I would wait impatiently for the last bell of school to ring, so that I could rush home and be by her side. Plus, it was great to see my friends fawning all over her! Those infant days of hers were full of fun! Her gurgles, mischievousness and twinkling eyes made all the days seem totally happy!

Then she started growing up and oh my… with that started our fights and quarrels! At first it was more of fighting for no reason at all – there were funny moments though – sometimes while giving her a good shake, it would seem funny to see her head go bobbing and we would end up laughing out and would forget about the whole thing.

But then, few years later, we began fighting for all the materialistic stuff – the T.V, a book, the music player, the internet etc. It didn't help that both of us were short-tempered... if one provoked the other, that was it! The verbal swords would be drawn and a battle of wits would ensue.

However, after all this, we still stood by each others side, especially if one of us was going through a hard time. If one of us were facing the music from parents for some mistake, we stood together… a slice of harmony was present then, a moment of understanding and a cord of sisterly love that bound us to one another.

We are different in our own ways, it’s just wonderful – magical almost – the way we accept each other as we are. It’s been amazing to see this little wild child grow up. From a diminutive doll she has now become one of the most genuine people I have ever known. Her charming nature, vivaciousness, spunk, generosity, her loyalty towards people she loves, her weird sense of humor and best of all her contagious laughter – all make her one person I wouldn’t be able to live without.

My little sister – You are truly adorable!