Miracles do Happen

Funny word – Death.

It scares the shit out of people. The mere word frightens you. Can reduce even the happiest person to nothing. 

But sometimes it makes you stronger. Teaches you to fight and makes you mature. It has the power to change an atheist to a devout, arrogance to humbleness, rich to poor.

 A couple of day’s back my grandmother was admitted in the hospital due to a major heart attack. News flew in that chances were less, she was on the ventilator. I was shell shocked, just couldn’t imagine her going. Tears in my eyes I prayed to god for the first time in two years. I was an atheist, a non believer in god and suddenly I was kneeling in front of Him asking for forgiveness.

Suddenly all the memories came back. I remember when I was small I only used to eat food from her hands. I slept by her side for 4 long years after my grandfathers death. I remember the small amounts of money she gave me every now and then. I remember her protecting me from every scolding my parents gave me.

But I am ashamed to say that as I grew up I changed. I did not notice the strongest woman I knew change to a shell of a person. I stopped listening to her. I demanded my own room, but she never complained. Still showered me with praises and loved me all the same. 

Friday morning we were all tense. She was still not awake, doctors had given up hope but she did not disappoint us. She showed her amazing will power again. She woke up. Doctors were shell shocked. This was not expected by them. But Miracles Do Happen. And they happen when you need them the most!!

 My father’s new office branch was supposed to be inaugurated on Saturday but it was cancelled due to dadi’s health. But Friday morning seeing her eyes and the blessings she gave him, my dad decided that we will have the inauguration. In one day we prepared everything and the inauguration went off well. 

 I love you dadi and I promise I will be back to what I was.

This is not my best but this is a tribute to her. I want you to come back home soon.

Entered As The Geek....Went Out As BULLY!!

First Day ,Class 11’th

I entered the class which was supposed to be my home for the next two years. I entered as a nerd with tucked in shirt, neatly tied hair sitting on the front seat right under the nose of the teacher never having bunked a class in my entire life.

I went out as the bully :P

 4 AWESOME FRIENDS- 2 FABULOUS YEARS

I was afraid. All the friends I had were in science. I was the lone one in commerce. I had no identity. It almost seemed that I was alone out there fighting 42 monsters to make a place for myself!!
But then someone came up to me. Someone with the lovely smile, the crinkle of the eyes and the messed up open hair. My first friend in Class 11’th!!

Richa Gupta her name is. She asked me to come to the back of the class and sit with her. Shy as I was, I refused. However she did not give up and at last she had her will.

And thus began the roller-coaster ride for the next two years. I met three wonderful people who I would come to love in the coming two years. And thus began the gang of gundi (Sarika Gupta), heroine (Richa Gupta), kitty (Kriti Gandhi) and bully aka me!!

Sarika, when I first met her, seemed a bit uncomfortable with me. Later as I got to know her, I understood that she was not uncomfortable but just wanted to know me first. A lil attitude and a bit of arrogance, she was the gundi of our gang. However underneath our gundi lies a very soft heart with the determination to prove herself .As the year progressed I thought she was a lot like me in some ways and we had loads of fun together!! She was the one who made me bunk my first class, the starting of many!! I just wanna tell you that I love you loads and MARRY ME!!

Kriti, the good girl in our gang, the peace maker (We other three were like tigers ready to fight it out till death!!). She was the most easy going and the most adjustable person I had ever met. Even though she joined us in the middle of the year she was the most hard working amongst us. She was the reason why we even did our projects. A wonderful speaker, she encouraged all of us to get onto the stage. Thanks a ton for solving out all the fights and just for being there whenever we needed you. Love you!!

Richa Gupta, whom I fought with the most but perhaps the one I am closest too. She was the one who made me what I am. She was the one who pushed me towards the stage, encouraged me to write and made me fall in love with myself. My constant companion on our bunking sprees, we must have roamed around the entire school discussing our lovelifes!! She was the kind of friend who would count the drops of the oceans for you. The most fun loving person, she taught me to enjoy life. I am really sorry for all the fights and all the trouble I have given you. I love you and I know you love me too. 

We had a new maths teacher that year, Sir Shukla. A portly, old gentleman with white hair. I don’t think we attended even 70% of the maths classes that year. Weather it was due to his leniency or our over confidence, I don’t know but we troubled the poor guy a lot. Loads of times we marked our attendance and vanished from class. For the first time in 12 years I actually saw the school I studied in and in this process I fell in love with it.

I remember that the whole year I, richa and sarika never attended a Indian music class. Close to the end of the year I was the only one given detention while the others got away scot free!!

I am still waiting for justice!! 

However in our bunking sessions, Kriti never accompanied us. She was after all the Sr. Management Prefect with the load of the school on her fragile shoulders :P

I can go on writing, there is so much to tell. Library, fourth floor hall and of course the canteen!!

I will never forget Bluebells as it gave me friends for life. 

LOVE YOU 3!!

My Brush With Love-A Story

It’s another winter morning. As winter holidays are going on I wake up each day to a mug of hot coffee however, today I woke up to find Naina in my room. She is a stunning beauty with an awesome figure and a pretty face. She is my neighbour and my best friend in the whole world. “Good morning, what are you doing here?” I yawned. “Remember, we were supposed to meet the rest of the gang in the park and we are already late so rise and shine” she replied.

The park is a strategic place in our colony where we meet each day. Let me introduce you to the gang; first of all we have Ali, the brainy one and also the most handsome. He has a lovely crop of hair and a good jaw; then Jaggu, the surd, and the most funny of our lot. He cracks nonsensical jokes which nobody apart from him can understand but he has an infectious laugh and when he hic-hyocs, he sets all of us laughing; next the short, petite Gargi. Her every sentence is littered with abuses and she can insult anyone on their face within minutes. She is very beautiful and looks angelic sometimes but we only know what a devil she is. There’s Naina about whom I have already told you about and then there’s me.

I am not as dazzling as others are however, I would not call myself unattractive. On any given day I am good looking, if not stunning. I love to read books and like to write; in short, I am a geek like Ali.

When we arrived at the park Ali and Jaggu were playing basketball with the other colony kids while Gargi was sitting on a bench reading. We went to Gargi while they both ran towards us. “Trust women to be never on time,” said Jaggu as he hic-hyoced and set us all laughing. We sat there for a couple of hours laughing and playing. Moreover, Jaggu dragged up the mall episode making fun of me. This reminds me of Armaan. But what is the use, as I would not be meeting him ever again.

However, I was to be proved wrong but will surprise you later. I am hungry and my sandwich is waiting for me!!!

I am back with a tasty cheese sandwich sitting tight in my stomach. Mom is again at her Victoria act, giving out orders and as usual instructing me to study.

Anyway later in the evening Naina and I were taking a stroll when we saw a couple of movers truck standing in front of a house. “Looks like someone is moving in this house” I remarked not interested much, that is until I saw the occupants.       There was a black sedan parked too and climbing out of it was someone very familiar.  Someone with a well built body, a handsome face and the striking eyes. I particularly noticed the eyes, very blue, very expressive. I was staring at him when Naina, noticing my gaping mouth remarked, “Isn’t he the same guy you banged into”. Before I could reply, he had spotted us and started walking towards us briskly. I panicked and turned back. I did not want him to remember me as the girl who pushed him in the fountain. However, the god of memory was not with me as he remembered me very well. “Hey remember me, Armaan, the guy you banged into,” I could remember you in my remotest dreams, I thought mentally. “Of course, I am sorry for that day again,” I said wishing I had something better to say. “Don’t be, by the way do you live here?” and then gesturing towards Naina continued, “I guess she’s your friend.” “Yeah, that’s Naina and I do live here. I guess you are moving here” I replied. “Just moving in. Have to go now but I hope to see you again” He smiled and strode away.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, he made my day. I cannot wait for tomorrow to come.

My Brush With Love-A Story

I am one of those girls who don’t believe much in love. Relationships are exciting but they don’t top my priority list. My priorities range from baking the perfect chocolate-chip cookie to reading books. I would rather do my homework than waste time and energy on a relationship. Who would want to waste time on figuring out the numerous troubles of a romantic relationship when they can rather solve math’s problems?  Math’s and love are equally complex; rather I feel love is more complex! Math’s can be solved with logical reasoning and you are always assured of a solution however deciding what to buy for your boyfriend’s birthday is a big dilemma.

          Oh wait, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Shreya Gulati, a student in standard XI of Riverways High School, Delhi. My school is one of the best but I cannot say the same about its inhabitants. They are a sophisticated bunch of self-confidant teenagers, each managing many relationships. That does not mean that they are doubling, just that they have made a lot of brothers and sisters. Children over here make every second person their so-called brother/sister. Don’t believe your eyes? Well read it again. Apart from this, there is an abundance of romantic relationships too. There is something like open porn happening in front of us each day. I go red in the face just by watching them. This is also because I hate public display of affection i.e. PDA. However I still love my school as I have spent the best part of my life over here. This is mainly because of the friends I have over here but I will introduce you to them later.

         I live in a nuclear family with my mom, dad and brother. My dad is Ashwin Gulati, the peace-maker in my family. He has the patience of an elephant and manages our contrasting interests with tact. Mom is Sunaina Gulati and she is the boss in our family. I and my brother jokingly call her Queen Victoria. She sometimes acts like a dictator, setting curfews each day. Still I admire the way she continues to follow her morals and ethics and teaches us to do the same. Lastly there’s my brother Vinay. He is a couple of years younger than me, in standard IX. He is totally involved in sports and dreams of becoming a great sportsperson. I want him to fulfil his dreams mainly because I have set those dreams myself.

         Anyway, as I said, I don’t believe much in love or love at first sight. It all sounded crap to me however, and I can’t believe myself, I am in LOVE!!!!!!!!

         Let me go back to yesterday. As it was the New Years Eve the mall we went to was packed. It is a beautiful place with shops all around and a fountain in between. I was out with my friends celebrating the advent of 2010 in our lives and that is when I first saw him. He was going past me when I suddenly slipped and fell on top of him and we both found ourselves in the fountain, wet to the core.

I found him on top of me, his hand protecting my head, his mouth very close to mine. I almost thought that he would kiss me. However he got up and offered me his hand “I hope you are not hurt?” he questioned, his eyes surveying me like an X-Ray. I suddenly felt very self-conscious, with my shirt clinging to my chest and my hair all wet. ” Are you ok?” he questioned again, a worried frown creasing between his eyes. “I am ok.” I replied staring at a well-built body, a handsome face and long legs. “That was quite a bad tumble you took” he said making me remember that it was entirely my fault. “I am so sorry, I slipped” I said sheepishly. “Its ok happens to all of us. I am Armaan by the way.” ”Shreya” I replied.  “So bye and don’t worry about the fall.” He gave me a small smile and walked away to his friends. He had a sweet smile, the warmth of which reached his expressive eyes. And beautiful hands, almost like that of a pianist. As my friends crowded around me, asking how I was, I was completely lost in him and suddenly I knew the meaning of love at first sight.