Holding on to Memories... Literally! :P

For a mom like my mom, who loves to work all year long, getting a vacation isn't just the right thing.

Vacations start with a long list of things to do and end with each thing crossed out, the sheet of paper totally crumpled, because of the numerous times it was shoved into each person's face. This vacation is like any other, our family firm on the motive of bringing the whole house down, sorting things, cleaning, scrubbing, making trips to the raddi walla and the like. For kids who fantasize vacationing somewhere in the hills, listening natural sounds instead of the neighbor's silly rock music, this can be a bit wearing.

Specially if you hold different views as to what is 'necessary', 'useless', 'waste of space' and your stuff, which your mom refers to as 'JUNK'! :/

I honestly had to keep all my sense organs open to prevent mom from throwing out any of my stuff. Though, sad as it may be, finally she did succeed up to a point.

Here's a bit of our conversation during one of the many cleaning (or 'working', as mom calls it) days.

Background: Mom's target - My Room. (OMG!)

SO clever. She chose the day when I had planned a day out with friends.

I, being even cleverer, stayed back (much to her dismay, but I had to save my belongings, didn't I? What if some day my friends came over and asked me to show the gifts and cards I received? Or the toffee wrappers we kept as a souvenir from the time we first had them together? What am I going to show them? Clean drawers? SO NOT.)

I shift between a pile of clothes taken out from the storage area in the bed (wait, is the gown I just saw the same one I wore in the eighth standard, during our annual function, when I dressed as a Mexican??? Wowiee!) and another pile, which I saw, contained the entire contents of the study table. (Who's going to put it all back eh? Me, of course :( ). Approach mom cautiously, who's busy sorting the things into two separate piles. The larger one contains junk, she informs me. Shocked, I find out it has those sketchpens I used every time! (Okay, I admit, they don't work anymore, but still, my best friend had given them to me 5 years ago!).

Me : Mom, let me do the sorting. You can see to dad's room, it's completely littered.

Mom (with a look that could actually kill) : I'm done with the room. The stuff you found littered will be the property of the raddi wala tomorrow. And no, you go and study, I'll do it.

Me (trying to control the urge to scream): Mom, I'm not in school any more, remember? I don't have anything to study yet!

Okay, let me just help you out.

Mom: Alright, sit here and help me clear out the useless stuff.

And why haven't you got rid of this yet? I thought I gave them away last year?

Me (yeah, you did, I just saved it in the nick of time): Mom, these belong to my barbie dolls! It's their furniture and see this, the dolls' car! (pink, of course. I love it!). What are the dolls going to use if you give them away? Our furniture?

Mom (looking at me as if I was off my rocker for saying what I said) : What are you? 5? Wanting your dolls' furniture? Grow up kid! I've put aside your dolls for your niece. (smiling satisfactorily, as if I want my precious barbies in that brat's hands).

Me: (horrified): Hello? I'm still alive! You can't just give my barbies-that-dad-got-me-from-different-countries-and-that-I-totally-love to anyone!!! I wanted to give them a shelf on the table! Complete with their stuff. Don't you throw away my stuff or I'll not talk to you anymore!

Mom: Okay! Save these till you grow old and have them do your household chores, du-uh! (Praying to God, asking Him to make me 'grow up' I bet).

I saved my birthday gifts (some I din't even knew existed) and pairs of shoes (wow, I didn't even know I own so many. I fought over a bright pink Reebok shoe I hadn't seen since the past two years, that I remembered I had purchased during my first ever shopping-for-college-since-I'm-no-longer-in-school. I remember having worn them once then taking them off on reaching home, finally realizing that bright pink shoes aren't really acceptable in college).

Mom (sifting through the jewelery pile): What do you need all these bracelets for? You haven't ever worn a single one from these.

Me (rolling my eyes. Seriously, was mom never a kid herself? ): These are friendship bracelets, mom. You aren't supposed to throw them. No (seeing she was about to start again), not even the thread ones, neither the ones that ring, nor the ones with broken hooks. (Throw-away-broken-things rule doesn't apply to friendship bracelets).

Mom: Fine, suit yourself. Also don't ever give away these hundred copies of Children's Digest to any needy kid. (Graduated to Readers' Digest, I had saved all these old copies, for I might want to re-read them. It's been 5 years at least, I haven't even touched them.)

Me: (finally, and sadly, realizing she's right): Okay, I understand. You can have them for your charity organization.

Mom (with a smug look): Thank you. Let's move on to your clothes.

Me: (gulp) Okay. See, I need these t-shirts! Agreed they're now a size smaller, but you know I may just reduce my size soon! Then you wouldn't have to buy me new ones!

Mom : You know what you're saying is just an attempt to save your branded stuff, but you know where these are needed. Picks them up and in they go into the charity bag.

Similar 'junk' was either dumped in the raddi pile or the charity one.

In short, despite my efforts, my room did actually get clean and free from useless (according to mom anyway) stuff.

The good part is, some of it will help those who really need the stuff. Those who will use our junk as a necessity. God, I've started thinking like mom! But it isn't so bad, when you come to think about it. It feels good actually. Plus your karma will be counted! (No, I'm not being selfish, really!).

I thought about the day while setting the top shelf with my barbies-that-dad-got-me-from-different-countries-and-that-I-totally-love along with their furniture, and of course, the pink car, till the time next year when I'll be in action, saving them once again!

THE Ride . . .

That morning everything was normal, at least for me. I got up barely an hour before my first class, getting a big lecture over the phone from my best friend on how I should manage my time (I really want to let her know that what’s wasting my hour at the moment is her, but that would result in another lecture so I barely listen to her), while grabbing my stuff from the wardrobe and hastily getting ready. Fifteen minutes for the class to start and I’m on my knees looking for my lost shoe under the bed (I’m positive I had kept them in the shoe rack yesterday). Grabbing the half made toast from the annoyed maid, I rush out, start my scooty and zoom away towards the metro station.

Right. Every thing was normal, my usual daily routine. I anticipated the ride to college reading this month’s copy of ‘Reader’s Digest’ and reaching college a quarter hour late, as usual.

I had no idea how wrong I was.

The scooty ride to the station was somehow annoying. The usual route was blocked. Last night’s shower crumpled up the already crumpled up road, enough not to let vehicles move over it. Terrible with directions, I tried to figure out another route. Remembering one I took with dad once, I set on it. The weather was sunny and I made my way easily towards the station.

However, to my dismay I found the ‘parking full’ sign. Usually in this situation, I plead with the parking assistant and he allows me to squeeze the scooty somewhere, being a daily commuter and all. Today was different. He didn’t as much as glance toward me and shut the gate.

I wasn’t going to give up. I couldn’t just turn around and go home! I was already terribly late. Add to it the fact that it was gradually getting cold. What happened to the sunny weather? Dark clouds were slowly forming up there and I had no umbrella on me!

I smiled and turned to the left, turned a corner and squished my scooty in the parking from the backside, (remembering a rogue-looking kind of guy using that gap in the wall once.)

Finding space was difficult, I mean REALLY difficult. Especially since I started noticing the weird makes of the some hundred scooters and cars parked there. They were… STRANGE. Right, just Strange. What suddenly happened to everyone? Why did their vehicles look so, well, ANCIENT! Extra large scooters and Buick-looking cars?

Did the station suddenly get old age commuters or what?

I stationed my scooty carefully near a moped. Yes, a real old moped. 

Trying to brush off the uneasy feeling, I paced towards the station, getting out some change for the old man who sits outside, begging. Moving towards him, I got a feeling of foreboding. The man looked at me straight in the eye and I had to restrain myself from backing away. The eyes got me. They had a strange glow in them, a glow that’s somehow- scary. I’m not usually scared, but that was different. The day was becoming strange anyway, so I turned around and started up the stairs- fast.

Huffing and panting, I went in for the security check, rummaging in my bag for my metro card. I’ve never seen the security lady before. Believe me, I remember people. Even if I’ve seen them only once - decades ago. (Oh, wait. I’m not that old, to remember people decades ago, I mean. I’m not even two decades old myself! Whatever, you get the drift). The glint in her smile seems awkward to me, not to mention a little unsettling. I mean, security guards NEVER smile. They always look bored. So what’s with the smile anyway? Managing a weak twitch of my mouth, I move towards the card reading barriers and get on the stairs to the platform- super fast.

As I pass people moving up and down the platform, I keep wondering if I still have the shower cap on my head, since everyone is staring shamelessly! Okay, I dress up differently and I haven’t had the time to get my shirt ironed. That doesn’t mean EVERYONE has the right to stare at me!!!

I don’t want to mention it, but I’m sure a girl even kind of sniffed in my direction. I know my perfume’s not strong enough and I had a bath hardly half an hour ago. What’s with the sniffing?

What really, and I mean REALLY made my heart pound was the FACT that all of them had strange orange glints in their eyes! Not really complete orange eyes, but a little tint you could easily notice. Plus, the weird twisted smiles they passed each other. PLUS, their weird clothing. Last time I saw those high up buns on a lady’s head and those sideburns on those men was in a movie I don’t even remember the title of. It was SO old.

The train rolled onto the platform and I dashed into it, trying hard to ignore them all. The women coach contains women (of course), ALL of whom turn to look, no STARE at me, again those glints and twitches unmistakably weird AND scary. I start wondering if I’ve somehow got myself into a place with werewolves all around. Shaking my head I try to remove the thought from my mind because of course, silly werewolves don’t exist. I should rather stop reading books that make my imagination so wild. BUT I’m absolutely sure normal people don’t make sniffing noises! That was REALLY chickening me out.

I tried to stealthily glance at them to get an idea of what was going on. The coach seemed kind of pale, the pallor of their faces making it so. Their clothing wasn’t very colorful either, just shades of grey, black or brown. I looked at myself- a pink t-shirt, light blue jeans, multiple color bangles and nail paint, purple slippers and maroon bag! What was I thinking, with all those colors?

I don’t even feel like reading my Reader’s Digest, my favorite pastime. But it’s way better than having to look into any of those eyes. That was turning out to be hard. The coach had enough space for everyone to stand meters away from each other, but those girls, or whatever were inching closer to me. I KNEW it. I’m not so stupid to ignore what was going on.

Same strange people kept coming and leaving as the stations passed. I couldn’t dare to move an inch. I planned on darting all the way down when I reached my platform.

Suddenly a little girl asked her mom, “When can I have her? I’m hungry!” “Just wait a little my dear”, replied her mom (whose voice made goose bumps rise all over me). Horrified, I try to ignore the fact the girl had said “her”, even though I was getting pretty sure that “her” was me. The little girl had a devilish grin across her face. I usually like little girls, they’re cute, but this one was ‘devilishly’ cute.

This was getting REAL scary and this was NOT a nightmare. Two stations left till I could get down-where I didn’t know. I had realized I was into some BIG trouble and a difficult one. It was not normal, neither was it my imagination. I mean, I can’t make myself so scared in my own imagination, can I?

As I’m wondering, I’m caught by the sight of an old lady, resting her head against the window. I’m transfixed as I see her head NOT hitting the window and resting against it, as I had anticipated, but going straight THROUGH it, when she brings it back and turns that head at me! I make a muffled cry and real tears start forming. I was dead scared.

One station left. Heart pounding and sweat trickling down, I tried hard not to look up when I knew the strange people, or ghosts or whatever they were, were coming closer. Had they sensed that I, their fresh victim and would-be breakfast, was about to go?

Looking up from the magazine (of which I hadn’t read a word), I couldn’t help but retreat against the door, dropping my magazine. They seemed to be actually coming FOR me!

The old lady, with a long black cloak had a pointy hat had got up and was in front of the group. She stretched out her hand toward me, a bracelet of bones dangling from her wrists and a ring with a human skull in her gnarled finger.

I’d had enough. I cried out loud, making a shrill scream that seemed to reverberate throughout the unusually silent train, just as the doors open and I manage to run. I swear, PT Usha would have fainted had she seen my speed, I flew out.

But then, she would have laughed, since I was getting slowed down- against my wish! I couldn’t move my legs! Turning back, I saw a whole crowd of ghosts or werewolves or witches/wizards or whatever they were, flashing those eyes and that smile and covering me from all sides. I was trapped. What could I do? I was going to die, becoming a delicious breakfast for these things! I shut my eyes tight and started praying. That’s what we see in the movies, right?

I felt a hand squeeze my arm- tight. I screamed again, but more hands closed down on me and started shaking me. Shaking so hard that my eyes flew open of their own accord.  

Shocked, but terribly pleased I saw my parents bending over me. I was lying in my bed, the sheets all twisted. My worried parents told me I had been screaming for five whole minutes! That was scary. I held on to them for a while, planning on taking a leave from college. I had just two classes anyway. That’s what I said, but really I was not brave enough to take the train that day.

“Can I borrow your copy of Reader’s Digest, honey?”, mom asked, coming in with my breakfast-in-bed. “Sure”, I replied and rummaged in my bag for it. It wasn’t there. I looked for it in my room, combing all possible places, but it was nowhere. Feeling unsettled, I tried to convince myself that I probably forgot where I had kept it. But it was tough. I’m not the kind to leave my stuff around, not knowing where it is. My cell phone beeped, a text message from an unknown number. Wait, it couldn’t even be a number, twelve characters including two letters? I manage to open it and stood frozen.

It read, “Aren’t you coming to take back your magazine, dear?”

  

Exams??? No problem! :)

Nobody likes exams (Note: References here are made to normal people, nerds are excluded).

Boring and stressful, they make us forget our normal lives and dwell on the mysteries of why a certain theorist thought demand would act in such and such manner if this and this happens. I mean, don't we have enough in our teenage lives already, that we have to wonder what made Pythagoras think along triangles to muddle normal people?

Yet, however fast we try to run, it ends with us being on a treadmill. We HAVE to give exams no matter what, even if they aren't designed to test the actual knowledge we've gained and we have to slog away HOURS cramming useless lines!

This exam season, I thought I would do some social service (it doesn't have anything to do with my pundit saying I'll score more if I do this, I swear) and share some tips and tricks to happily (honest!) give our examinations.

1. The rare classes that you actually attend- make them useful! Drooling and day dreaming (which, sadly, most of us do) is just a waste of time. You could benefit from actually listening to the teacher. You won't even have to read your notes if you just remember what the teacher said, thus saving a lot of valuable time you could use on Facebook, drooling and day dreaming ;).

2. Keep a tab on the mysterious people in your class who have the time and energy to attend all lectures and keep their notes up to date. Say Hi to them once in a while (you could use sunglasses if you're afraid to be caught by your friends). Believe me, when you ask them for help, they'll be excited! You'll make someone happy! AND you get the notes.

3. Burn the Midnight Oil. For those really dumb people who don't know it's a phrase, I don't mean that literally. You may love your sleep, but considering you have no idea about the subject, it will help to say goodbye to your sleep for a few days and get to know what to write in the exam! (PS. I don't leave my sleep, not even for exams. I just wrote it in the hope of writing something that sounds intelligent. Even if it doesn't, well, I've already written it!).

4. When your best friend says something is important, it IS important! Don't you get it? (S)He spied for long to be sure of 'important' stuff, because, like you, (s)he hadn't even known the syllabus! Be happy you got in on the secret AND of course, read the stuff. (I personally recommend asking your bestie to explain it to you, you would save a lot of time. Plus- according to a study- you tend to remember things you hear more than what you read).

5. Go to the examination hall in a neat, proper dress. Preferably wear specs (you could use those zero numbered ones if your eyes aren't weak), carry a proper and full pencil case and walk confidently (don't think about how you keep on forgetting the name of the subject, focus on walking!). Chances are, the teacher won't even look in your direction (err.. except maybe if you look exceptionally good . Note: Dress modestly). You'll look like a decent, intelligent kid (LOL, as if!) and if the invigilator is fooled, you can easily copy from your partner! ;)

Lastly, be serious. It's exam time. Get out the nerdy classmate's phone number (if you don't have it, hire a spy and find it out!!!), go to the stationery shop and buy new pens (remember how you used to get all excited earlier, at the prospect of getting new pens?), get all your notes in order (use all your superpowers and find them out from unimaginable places, from under the bed, for instance), get your phone charged up and patiently wait for your best friend's call! They never desert you. :)

PS. Don't let anyone who's a parent or a teacher read this article. I'll get murdered! :P

I Resolve to.....

" be good as gold, complete EVERY single assignment on time, stop fighting with my brother, learn to be on time, learn that my best friend is a human being with her own feelings, etc etc..." .Yeah, these are one percent of the thousand New Year resolutions I make every single year. God knows I remember even a SINGLE one when the year actually starts. I'm just the same, year after year. ;)

This time I've decided to act my age and actually, seriously make some REAL resolutions, which I'm positive I will be able to follow without any serious problems.(umm.. actually there's no guarantee to that!)

Here are some of 'em:

1. Get back with an equally nasty comment to the one who's being rude. There has never been a single positive to being good so far, so cut it!

2. Instead of simply giving annoying looks to irritating people in the Metro train, snap at them! Use your wits and tongue to say a few scary words, so they'll stay away from you. Step back on their toes if they've done it. (I'll test it with a friend first, though, I don't want to be hauled off by the authorities!!)

3. Even though I personally think the guy who invented the snooze button is an evil genius, I'm gonna do something against it.! Stop pressing snooze hundred times in the morning, because of which I always end up being late! (It's going to be REAL hard, gulp!)

4. Reduce fights with my brother (I know I resolve this every year). I cannot completely stop it (what's the point of having a sibling then anyway?). He's tougher, stronger, more sensible, but hey, I'm the big sister! I have some rights such as, first take at the TV remote, for which I'm willing to fight with the tough one! 

5. Stop impulsive shopping!!. I don't do that much anyway, but whenever I've done that, sadly, it's always been a disaster! Getting the cute pink tee just because I 'felt' like I should have it? I realize it's winters AFTER I'm done with the shopping! The new color nail paint? I later find out it looks TERRIBLE on my nails! The latest released book? It's not even my kind of fiction! :(

6. FINALLY I'll convince dad to let me take the car on my own! It's not that he doesn't trust my driving skills, I'm awesome at that to tell the truth. It's that I rely on his "now-turn-left-now-right" directions. Yeah, I'm HORRIBLE with directions :(...I'll try to improve that. (will throwing pebbles along help???)

7. I will NOT give my assignment/completed homework/classwork to ANY lazy bug who doesn't even attend all classes and shamelessly asks for the work I've spent hours on!!! I'm too good to refuse straight away, so I'll make excuses, for a start! ;)

8. One of my best points is being 'a good listener' (now I seriously consider it a weak point). I'm NOT going to sit there, while teary eyed people find me to relate all their woes, expecting me to give them solutions while I don't even have the slightest idea WHAT they're talking about!

9. I'll keep my wardrobe cupboard clean! True, it's a war every morning, fishing out clothes from all the rubble in there, a shoe here, a sock there, so I guess it's a good idea to properly organize it. (Don't think I haven't been doing it, but it just 'mysteriously' gets messy again! I think there's a mess-loving-casper-kind of ghost in there, might as well try a few mantras! )

10. I will REALLY and seriously think before speaking! I've landed in awkward moments just because of my BIG FAT unnecessarily large mouth! For instance, I've hurt people by saying a surprised "No" when they came up happily with the new (and disastrous) dress, asking "Isn't it awesome?. The same goes for the time when I said something about a teacher (and that something wasn't very good either) right in FRONT of another, who turns out to be her colleague and oh, did I mention, friend? And yeah, making remarks on somebody's ludicrous hairdo, when they're within hearing distance? (I now understand why my bestie suddenly turns away from me when I do this!)   And.. oh, I can go on and on.. there are numerous! 

Summarizing rest of the points, I'll be good as gold, complete assignments on time, will not be late, will not fight, help the needy, study seriously, be kind to everybody, think before speaking, etc etc..

(I guess I can't do without at least MAKING these resolutions, whatever happens to FOLLOWING them! )