Hmm so I'm in my final year of high school and all that...the big step towards adulthood...yea rite...graduation ceremonies and year books and proms... i can't understand what the big deal is anyways...its all a part of life, right? You have friends, dreams, plans- you choose one and try to hang on to the rest. Well. So celebrate it but don't expect me to go gaga over it. I just don't do gaga over a school I'm gonna be glad to get out of.
Suffocation with a pillow would be less claustrophobic- i mean blondes and jocks and your everyday average stereotypes...but I do have two good friends- two people I can trust and well if anything good happened while i was in school, they are it.
Who else would wake me up with a bucket of cold water thrown over my head or write a card with that cute guy's name on it addressed to me. They're gorgeous babes just like my mom and sis, but they're beautiful on the inside too. I on the other hand seem to have gotten a bit unbalanced on the beauty Vs brains scale. Is it any wonder the last guy i brought home went gaga over my sis- he was hang dog drooling which was when i asked myself 'So what did you see in him anyway' but he was half way out the door after my sister. Trouble is i live in the ever young Beverly hills. You look average and can solve a physics equation in 2 minutes= not a good social equation. Plus did i mention i tend to go crazy and am a give a damn loner.
But there's one thing i've promised myself- i'm gonna get myself dating a rocker if its the last thing i do, easier said than done right yea that's why they have that phrase- if only...
Seriously, even if i could just find that one guy who could understand me and be there for me... if only is rite!
Hey you want more of this, lemme kno and i'll provide the details of how i met Zack- my man...
Monday, September 24, 2007
If Only
Shot in the head. Right before his very eyes. His own uncle shot his father in the head. His world collapsed and thinking only of survival, he fled. He fled and found his way to a stranger paradise- the glamour and dazzle of Beverly Hills- where looks are a façade and scheming minds plot horrible fates.
Now the cards are on the table. He is in an alien territory. His uncle has set gangsters after him and his only hope of survival is a sixteen year- old girl.
Are you prepared for what could happen?
This is a story of Glorie Madion and Zack Rodriguez, two people from opposite ends of the world who wondered the same question- 'If only they could find someone they could trust'. They are about to get a whole lot more than they bargained for...
Now the cards are on the table. He is in an alien territory. His uncle has set gangsters after him and his only hope of survival is a sixteen year- old girl.
Are you prepared for what could happen?
This is a story of Glorie Madion and Zack Rodriguez, two people from opposite ends of the world who wondered the same question- 'If only they could find someone they could trust'. They are about to get a whole lot more than they bargained for...
Blue Banter of a Bored Brain
Why? Why? Why? Why do I have to study? Why can’t I make a decision? Why does this vacation suddenly seem too short and unfulfilling? A vacation? Is that what I said? Hmmm, this heat must be making me lose my mind. I’ve had working days lighter than this vacation. And why? Because I have the utterly easy, simply accomplished (note the sarcasm) task of making a place for myself in the science stream. Whom have I got to blame? None other than my ambitious self, who doesn’t yet have a goal, mind you. Any wonder I’m getting lost in self contemplation and mindless self loathing. This lethargy is creeping over me like a warm quilt on a hot summer night- that’s right, totally unwanted. Work is looming up like tidal tsunami wave and I’m powerless to stop it cause this girl gets ruled by her emotions and feelings and right now this heart is screaming ‘lets party’ while this mind is screaming ‘you have to sit down and study’. Clash of the titans? No wonder I’m feeling so upset. Wouldn’t you be feeling it too? And then I think about anything other than the immediate problem- the truckload of study- I think about something abstract like lets say intelligence? Do I have any? That’s laughable. Well let’s see intelligence is common sense+ general knowledge right? Something that we depend on in crises that we land in because of lack of it in the first place. Very ironic, if I say so myself. I’m looking forward to using my intelligence later on, because right now it’s just not helping. Everyone considers themselves to be intelligent on some level- consciously or subconsciously but the fact is very few are truly and consistently intelligent. Everyone has intelligence but few have mastered the art of using it. Even Archimedes had his bouts of pure nuttiness like Eureka. And actually I prefer eccentricity over intelligence it adds such a delightful flavor to life. Intelligence is used to master life; I think eccentricity is used to play around with it. The perfect combination of both would make each day a wonder but I fear I get the latter more than the former.
Anyways, now I’ve managed to type away all my frustration and even I am not eccentric enough to want an all night excursion into the ‘wonderland of study your brain out’ (I sometimes worry about a central system overload, but heck at this rate I have nothing to fear, do I?) so anyways I’ll bid you goodnight and farewell. And pray this one time my intelligence reigns supreme over my eccentricity!
Anyways, now I’ve managed to type away all my frustration and even I am not eccentric enough to want an all night excursion into the ‘wonderland of study your brain out’ (I sometimes worry about a central system overload, but heck at this rate I have nothing to fear, do I?) so anyways I’ll bid you goodnight and farewell. And pray this one time my intelligence reigns supreme over my eccentricity!
Three Times My Lady- I
Chapter I
“Thank you so much. I really do not know what I would do without you. “Probably he did depend on her, then pray tell why he chose to ignore her most of the time, except when it came to saving his backside. Oh well, if this was all she got, then she would try to make do with it and be happy. Only her traitorous mind had other ideas.
Here she was- a talented, exceptionally intelligent student at Remington High. She had a wonderful life, wonderful friends and a wonderful future before her. She had never cared about guys and continued not to do so.
Her busy schedule and happening life did not afford her much time to spend ogling guys. Her future loomed ahead and her assignments and competitions took up more than her time. It was no joke being an A+++ student. However there was one exception- Craig. Craig Donovan. The boy who had blown her away, the moment she had laid eyes on him
.
The college bad boy right from his long unruly black locks to his black leather bomber to the stereotypical Harley parked outside. Yes, girls adored him. He had probably dated most of them even. But for her he had reserved a special post- that of his homework supplier.
The most intimate moment she had had with him was probably when her hands brushed against his as he took his completed assignment from her. Surprisingly, that too sent tingles down her spine though she was sure he hadn’t even noticed it.
Her college was a beautiful place. Greenery everywhere, very much in keeping with the small town she belonged to. She breathed in deeply as she took in the early morning scents- fresh dew on grass, the mingled fragrances of the flowers that dotted the rolling plains of the campus, the smell of the fresh earth beneath her. It was lovely and it made her sigh with satisfaction.
“Hi! Wait till you hear what I have to say. Andy finally asked out Jillian last night.” Ashley came up slapping her friend on the shoulder.
“He did?” Diana was incredulous, “Yes, and guess what… Jillian agreed.”
“Finally”, they both burst out laughing. It had become a longstanding joke on campus. They had even termed it “The Trials of Andrew”, for every time Andrew had ventured to ask Jillian out, something or the other had happened.
The first time Andy had backed out based on nerves. The second time he had taken advice from a friend and tried to compliment her stating in these words exactly “that’s a very nice nose you have. You haven’t had a nose job done, have you…?”
Poor Jillian had been shocked and had walked away right then. The third time- a letter he wrote to her full of romantic musings found its way into a teacher’s locker and the teacher started thinking one of the faculty members secretly admired her.
And was very confused indeed when he didn’t respond to her flirting in quite the way she had hoped. The fourth time he had tried to woo her Romeo Juliet style by getting a ladder placed near her dorm and singing to her in the moonlight.
Unluckily, the matron had been there and when she opened the windows to glare at him, he got so shocked and surprised the poor guy fell off the ladder, nearly breaking his back.
Just then they saw Jillian approaching. “Hello, speak of the angel and the angel appears. We heard the news.” Diana said. “You’ll too?” Jillian said smiling.
“So how did he finally do it?” Diana asked. “Well…. that day when he sang to me from the ladder, I was really taken. Then I couldn’t help but feel sorry when I heard from the matron that he had landed in the sickroom thanks to multiple injuries from falling off the ladder.
I went there to give him my condolences and the guy is so sweet, he actually said it didn’t matter.
Then we got talking and he apologized for that rude remark which was the worst compliment I have ever heard. But then he said that I took his breath away and he asked me to go with him for the movie “Something’s Got to Give.”
How could I resist?’ “Was it because of the movie or the guy?” Jillian cheekily asked. “Oh. I’m surprised you need to ask. Of course the movie.” They burst out into laughter. “Seriously the guy. He is just too-o-o sw-e-e-e-t. “Saying so she went away, laughing.
“So now, what about your dilemma?” Ashley turned to Diana and asked her with a smirk. “My dilemma? I don’t have any dilemma. What are you talking about?’
“Tall, dark and handsome…anything registering?” “Oh that one. Nope, the only thing he wants from me is his homework.” “Give yourself a break. Does he even know how much you like him?”
Ashley was serious. “No Ashley. The A’s he receives are his own hard work. How will he come to know?”
“Stop being sarcastic. Men can be pretty obtuse, especially one with as much female fans as has. It’s a bummer he is the only one you have even given a second thought to.
“Thank you so much. I really do not know what I would do without you. “Probably he did depend on her, then pray tell why he chose to ignore her most of the time, except when it came to saving his backside. Oh well, if this was all she got, then she would try to make do with it and be happy. Only her traitorous mind had other ideas.
Here she was- a talented, exceptionally intelligent student at Remington High. She had a wonderful life, wonderful friends and a wonderful future before her. She had never cared about guys and continued not to do so.
Her busy schedule and happening life did not afford her much time to spend ogling guys. Her future loomed ahead and her assignments and competitions took up more than her time. It was no joke being an A+++ student. However there was one exception- Craig. Craig Donovan. The boy who had blown her away, the moment she had laid eyes on him
.
The college bad boy right from his long unruly black locks to his black leather bomber to the stereotypical Harley parked outside. Yes, girls adored him. He had probably dated most of them even. But for her he had reserved a special post- that of his homework supplier.
The most intimate moment she had had with him was probably when her hands brushed against his as he took his completed assignment from her. Surprisingly, that too sent tingles down her spine though she was sure he hadn’t even noticed it.
Her college was a beautiful place. Greenery everywhere, very much in keeping with the small town she belonged to. She breathed in deeply as she took in the early morning scents- fresh dew on grass, the mingled fragrances of the flowers that dotted the rolling plains of the campus, the smell of the fresh earth beneath her. It was lovely and it made her sigh with satisfaction.
“Hi! Wait till you hear what I have to say. Andy finally asked out Jillian last night.” Ashley came up slapping her friend on the shoulder.
“He did?” Diana was incredulous, “Yes, and guess what… Jillian agreed.”
“Finally”, they both burst out laughing. It had become a longstanding joke on campus. They had even termed it “The Trials of Andrew”, for every time Andrew had ventured to ask Jillian out, something or the other had happened.
The first time Andy had backed out based on nerves. The second time he had taken advice from a friend and tried to compliment her stating in these words exactly “that’s a very nice nose you have. You haven’t had a nose job done, have you…?”
Poor Jillian had been shocked and had walked away right then. The third time- a letter he wrote to her full of romantic musings found its way into a teacher’s locker and the teacher started thinking one of the faculty members secretly admired her.
And was very confused indeed when he didn’t respond to her flirting in quite the way she had hoped. The fourth time he had tried to woo her Romeo Juliet style by getting a ladder placed near her dorm and singing to her in the moonlight.
Unluckily, the matron had been there and when she opened the windows to glare at him, he got so shocked and surprised the poor guy fell off the ladder, nearly breaking his back.
Just then they saw Jillian approaching. “Hello, speak of the angel and the angel appears. We heard the news.” Diana said. “You’ll too?” Jillian said smiling.
“So how did he finally do it?” Diana asked. “Well…. that day when he sang to me from the ladder, I was really taken. Then I couldn’t help but feel sorry when I heard from the matron that he had landed in the sickroom thanks to multiple injuries from falling off the ladder.
I went there to give him my condolences and the guy is so sweet, he actually said it didn’t matter.
Then we got talking and he apologized for that rude remark which was the worst compliment I have ever heard. But then he said that I took his breath away and he asked me to go with him for the movie “Something’s Got to Give.”
How could I resist?’ “Was it because of the movie or the guy?” Jillian cheekily asked. “Oh. I’m surprised you need to ask. Of course the movie.” They burst out into laughter. “Seriously the guy. He is just too-o-o sw-e-e-e-t. “Saying so she went away, laughing.
“So now, what about your dilemma?” Ashley turned to Diana and asked her with a smirk. “My dilemma? I don’t have any dilemma. What are you talking about?’
“Tall, dark and handsome…anything registering?” “Oh that one. Nope, the only thing he wants from me is his homework.” “Give yourself a break. Does he even know how much you like him?”
Ashley was serious. “No Ashley. The A’s he receives are his own hard work. How will he come to know?”
“Stop being sarcastic. Men can be pretty obtuse, especially one with as much female fans as has. It’s a bummer he is the only one you have even given a second thought to.
Difference- what I want to make in the world
Different- what I am and how I’m viewed
Differently- the way you’ll have to absorb this story
I’m Kiran Rodricks- nineteen year old dreamer bordering on psychopath as some of my friends like to put it. And right now I’m starting to empathize with them. How else could I have landed myself in the situation which I’m currently facing? Increase the view lens- to the left of my head a bit further- ah! That’s it right there- say hi! Actually it would be better if you don’t, that uniformed guy holding a gun to my head might not give so eager a response, come to think of it. I would say hi but yeah get the camera a bit closer – there you see- A grade steel- reinforced handcuffs. I could give you a sideways namaste – something I learnt in yoga. I used to wonder where that would be useful. Guess everything happens for a reason.
This particular mess even I can’t believe I landed myself in. It was an accident, it was raining. Anyone who lives in Mumbai knows we have the worst traffic pattern in the world. I had just been driving home from a party, yeah so I had a consumed a little alcohol but you would hardly say I’m drunk. I’ve already dropped my friends off at their places but me? No, I had to squeeze in just one more jam up for the day.
So it was raining, which had considerably reduced the visibility and smoked up the screens. I just got my license a month back, so I’m a novice at driving. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls came on the radio and I couldn’t help dreaming about the one. Next thing I knew it headlights were approaching me at full speed. We both tried to swerve away realizing the impending doom. I managed to stay on the road but the other car veered off. It crashed into a tree. I being the complete madcap I am, and not realizing the gravity of the situation stopped the car and went to see if I could help. I had managed to unlock the car and went to check if he was alright. No sooner had I touched his bleeding collar than, I felt a gun in my back and “Please, step out with your hands up over your head.” Or something like that in Marathi. It then hit me how I must look and I panicked, I tried to run away. The only result of that being the officer jamming me up against the car and now actually thinking I’m up to no good, having handcuffed me and pressing me to the side of the car now barking away in Marathi, such that I simply cannot understand what he is saying and that’s just increasing the snarl of frustration on his face.
I start praying hard. Just then I feel a bulb light up in my head. I would get one phone call, it
Different- what I am and how I’m viewed
Differently- the way you’ll have to absorb this story
I’m Kiran Rodricks- nineteen year old dreamer bordering on psychopath as some of my friends like to put it. And right now I’m starting to empathize with them. How else could I have landed myself in the situation which I’m currently facing? Increase the view lens- to the left of my head a bit further- ah! That’s it right there- say hi! Actually it would be better if you don’t, that uniformed guy holding a gun to my head might not give so eager a response, come to think of it. I would say hi but yeah get the camera a bit closer – there you see- A grade steel- reinforced handcuffs. I could give you a sideways namaste – something I learnt in yoga. I used to wonder where that would be useful. Guess everything happens for a reason.
This particular mess even I can’t believe I landed myself in. It was an accident, it was raining. Anyone who lives in Mumbai knows we have the worst traffic pattern in the world. I had just been driving home from a party, yeah so I had a consumed a little alcohol but you would hardly say I’m drunk. I’ve already dropped my friends off at their places but me? No, I had to squeeze in just one more jam up for the day.
So it was raining, which had considerably reduced the visibility and smoked up the screens. I just got my license a month back, so I’m a novice at driving. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls came on the radio and I couldn’t help dreaming about the one. Next thing I knew it headlights were approaching me at full speed. We both tried to swerve away realizing the impending doom. I managed to stay on the road but the other car veered off. It crashed into a tree. I being the complete madcap I am, and not realizing the gravity of the situation stopped the car and went to see if I could help. I had managed to unlock the car and went to check if he was alright. No sooner had I touched his bleeding collar than, I felt a gun in my back and “Please, step out with your hands up over your head.” Or something like that in Marathi. It then hit me how I must look and I panicked, I tried to run away. The only result of that being the officer jamming me up against the car and now actually thinking I’m up to no good, having handcuffed me and pressing me to the side of the car now barking away in Marathi, such that I simply cannot understand what he is saying and that’s just increasing the snarl of frustration on his face.
I start praying hard. Just then I feel a bulb light up in my head. I would get one phone call, it
Heaven
Through life we search for a deeper meaning
The arrogance of a firm belief that we are here for more
What if this life is but an interlude?
And the real journey only starts when our bodies are no more
No one knows, so many try guessing
At the reality behind the smoke of infinity
While others wonder if heaven is just a feeling
That embraces you
When you know that all is right with your world
Where this road of consequence leads
What turn our decisions could take
As our mind tries to grasp the fundamental truths
It’s the conviction of spirit onto which we hang on
The arrogance of a firm belief that we are here for more
What if this life is but an interlude?
And the real journey only starts when our bodies are no more
No one knows, so many try guessing
At the reality behind the smoke of infinity
While others wonder if heaven is just a feeling
That embraces you
When you know that all is right with your world
Where this road of consequence leads
What turn our decisions could take
As our mind tries to grasp the fundamental truths
It’s the conviction of spirit onto which we hang on
Through it all we shall grow
We shall fall down but to rise
Never to self defeat
Bring the sunshine in the skies
Sing the song with a tear
While they point at you
Unafraid, unproud
Compassion all we know
Speak a word to listen
Lose something to miss it
Life the bird may fly away
Enjoy what is still in it
Weak, weary, wounded
Shall march on in the light
Not a thing shall dent the will
To fall in love with life
We shall fall down but to rise
Never to self defeat
Bring the sunshine in the skies
Sing the song with a tear
While they point at you
Unafraid, unproud
Compassion all we know
Speak a word to listen
Lose something to miss it
Life the bird may fly away
Enjoy what is still in it
Weak, weary, wounded
Shall march on in the light
Not a thing shall dent the will
To fall in love with life
Blazon's Court
In Blazon's court there grew a girl
Tall and proud and fair
As by a fence a young boy drew
Enchanted by her hair
As she danced and drew him out
From his solitary cove
In the hands of fate a friendship grew
That blossomed into love
Twas the thorns that men hath made
That drew the two apart
Her string tied to another kite
As dictated by the stars
Through life and worlds they roamed about
Led by time and destiny
Till once more they met wisened
Experience had set them free
White the hair on their heads
But the easel gleamed a page anew
Souls took refuge at last
In the music of their hearts
Tall and proud and fair
As by a fence a young boy drew
Enchanted by her hair
As she danced and drew him out
From his solitary cove
In the hands of fate a friendship grew
That blossomed into love
Twas the thorns that men hath made
That drew the two apart
Her string tied to another kite
As dictated by the stars
Through life and worlds they roamed about
Led by time and destiny
Till once more they met wisened
Experience had set them free
White the hair on their heads
But the easel gleamed a page anew
Souls took refuge at last
In the music of their hearts
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