A Day in the life of a bookworm

Sipping along with a good book, who doesn’t enjoy it.

It is like escaping into a world where dragons exist and you actually have a chance of meeting unicorns. The joy of reading cannot be described , however one can describe what life is like when someone is simply imbued to a book.

Early morning before saying “Good Morning mom!” or “What a lovely morning!” the people who are addicted to books start reading. When the mother finally gets annoyed and yells at the bookworm for not keeping the book down, the book is closed. After the same old ritual of the morning which includes brushing, taking a bath and getting dressed for school, the book is read at the breakfast table. The book is also read in the school bus. The book is not closed yet , it is read before and after the morning assembly and also glanced at during the assembly. The book is read before the teacher arrives and after the teacher leaves. At this point of time the reader is so glued to the story that it becomes nearly impossible to keep the book down. The reader lies about being ill and reads during sports class while the other students do uninteresting things like running, jumping, jogging and  exercising.  there  is one moment that every reader despises it is called the ‘recess’ or ‘lunch break’. While the entire school is echoing with noises such as laughter, giggling and chatter , the reader reads. It is very difficult to concentrate over a book, with all the noise during the dreaded lunch break, to make matters worse the sound of the noisy school bell snaps one right out of the story.

While the reader is mulling over the book the teacher announces that there is to be a class test tomorrow.

Another frustrating moment in the life of a reader is when told to keep the book down and study! Also, one of the most stereotyped moment in every bookworm’s life is bumping into things while reading and locomoting.

The book is read during dinner, after dinner and before dinner.

In one point of time when there are only one hundred and seventy pages left, the head is filled with questions, worry, excitement and doubt. ‘What happens to the treasure?’ ‘What is the end like?’ ‘What am I supposed after finishing this book?’

The book is read till three o’clock in the night, when it is finally over and when the excitement subsides, a hot lump starts forming in the throat, sweat drips down the forehead, chills run down the spine as the reader remembers the class test! The teacher’s voice keeps echoing in the head. And for a moment a totally wild idea of skipping school comes to the head. But alas! It doesn’t work…..

What will happen next? Will the reader fail the class test? Well, that my friend is an entirely different story for an entirely different time.

A day in the life of an Indian school girl

The first thing I would do is apologize for such a delayed entry,I was out of ideas and was confused on what to write...

this particular article is about a perpetual life if an Indian girl.

" AREY!! GET UP! YOU ARE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!"

unlike normal people my alarm clock was my mom.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes sleepily.

I literally dragged myself to the bathroom and brushed my teeth after that I continued with the daily ritual of getting dresses and packing my bag and stuffing a massive chunk of bread in my mouth and rushing out to catch my school bus.

Once reaching school, climbing the endless stairs to the class room with a 5 tonne bag hanging from my shoulder and slowing me down.

Upon reaching the class people like me (who are very sincere) open our bags and start drinking water while gossiping and the other category of students study, by the time we are done discussing all about how the head girl has no decency whatsoever and how the uniform should be of a different color and how one should not have these endless stairs but escalators and elevators in schools it is time for the assembly. First the prayer which is sung by a choir that just can't sing! Then a particular class conducts the assembly on the topic given. To be more detailed first the assembly begins with a quote, then some information based on the assigned topic, after that something like a talent competition in which one or two students sing some random song,recite some random poem which is supposed to be "inspirational" and then we stand in attention for the National Anthem. After the assembly that makes me sleepy again we have the class attendance where the teacher calls out our name roll number wise. The class teacher leaves the class, while we wait for our subject teacher to come, the unfortunate class monitor is left to take care of the wild class.

"Oye! 2nd sum was homework!!" screams a student.

"Please maintain discipline;" the monitor says with disinterest.

The subject teacher finally arrives and the monitor lets out a sigh of relief.

" Okay, class! Open your books to chapter 3, Hydrogen!" says the  teacher.

One thing about  Indian teachers is that they have a typical pronunciation. Also they strain on the capital letters.  

"The HYDROGEN is the most of the reactive of the elements, it has ONE electron in its shell." said the teacher. I yawned . After that the teacher talked some more, I didn't listen. All classes were the same, I didn't listen.

During recess me and my friends gathered around a table and we discussed random topics. My dabba had bhindi and chapati, after recess we had some other classes and we were done for the day. I slept in the entire long bus ride home.

For lunch were leftovers along with garam garam chapatis and raita. After stuffing myself up properly I watched a little television and then went for my Math tutions at 4. While I was walking I listened to disco deewane~ new version. The one hour tution was tiring and after that I came home and drank a glass of milk. Then I went outside to play with my friends. I came home did my home work revised chapters and once I was done I ate dinner while watching my all time favorite bollywood movie called as Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara.

At night , I lay in bed recalling the day and thinking, that yes, zindagi na milegi dobara !

The modern day Cinderella~ NARRATED

It was morning and I brushed my teeth got ready and went down to the kitchen to make tea for my step family.
Bruno the dog greeted me with a wagging tail. I fed the horse,the dog,the chicken, the mice and the devil of a cat,Lucifer who belonged to my stepmom but I had to take care of his 'basic needs'. I removed the kettle from the induction cooker and served the tea. I went to my stepmom's room where my step sisters were barking like dogs on what to wear and on what not to wear. Lucifer walked in confidently, and one of the spoilt sisters shoved him out again. The door bell rang, I opened the door and was handed an invite from the palace for a party, I gave it to stepmom and she read it aloud for all of us to hear.

" Prince Charming, invites you to his 18th birthday party tonight  at 9 the party will last as long as the guests don't leave so it might last till 6 in the morning, please arrive at the castle at 9 sharp."

My step sisters started shreiking with delight, while they did that I skyped fairy godmother and told her everything and she said that she would provide me the dress and all that stuff.
I did my chores which involved all the house work . I vaccumed the floor and then used the steam mop to mop the floor, after that I stuffed the clothes in the washing machine and the dishes in the dish washer. I dusted the house while I played music on my bluetooth speaker. Then I googled a recipe for lunch and the perfect outfits for a party.
By the time I finished with the house chores it was time to leave and a limo was waiting outside for us, my sisters wore identical short,black dresses and stepmom wore a pathetic pink tight skirt with a t-shirt that said  ' Love being a Teen '.
I was not yet ready and they said they were late so they left without me. 
I was so upset, I called fairy godmother and told her everything she came over really quickly, ahe gave me a black croptop and a pair of denim shorts, I wore glass heels with it and heavy mascarra along with  an orange lipstick which looked amazing with my neon nalipolish . I went in our car and when I reached the castle I could hear the EDM music inside I walked in and texted fairy godmother.

ME: I have reached
FAIRY GODMOTHER: K
ME: Now what?!
 FAIRY GODMOTHER: IDK, curfew is 12 in the night.

I slid my phone in my pocket and greeted the prince, we dabced and danced and danced. After that we walked a little and spoke, and then the clock struck 12 and I rushed out it was difficult to run i  heels so I quickly got rid of them on the steps of the palace, the prince thought it was for him and he set out to search for me. Stepmom got to know I was late and locked me in my room as punishment, the prince came to our house did the shoe formality and we both went away to his palace where I had my own iPod and we hosted numerous parties and never invited  my ' Love being a Teen' stepmom. 
Fairy godmother had amazing fashion sense and she wore all funky clothes and she also had peircings  and numerous tattoos, life could never be better . 
                                                THE END

Life as a plant in PVZ

Hello! Today  I am writing this article because of two reasons

1> I am addicted to PVZ
2> PVZ is awesome, and the plants are epic.

For those of you who don't know what PVZ refers to, it Plants vs Zombies.
The plant I would pretend to be is the Sunflower 

I have just been planted and am staring at the huge army of zombies in front of me, there are imps,coneheads, bucket head, the regular one and the musician type?! Does that kind even exist?!
A pea shooter has been planted in front of me and the 'zombies are comin.' 
Oh a sun is coming up, and thanks to the great me... there is another pea shooter. 
Wait a minute, is that another SUNFLOWER?! 
Well you know what missy, you ain't giving more sun,and I try to create more sun, oh great I don't control the amount of sun I create!
There is a new kind of plant, looks like a pea shooter with two heads, that's pretty cool. One more sun. 
This is such a boring job! A bucket head, pea shooter is attacking...
attacking... Wait what?! That thing ate the pea shooter! It's moving forward, towards the other pea shooter and is eating him as well, finally the bucket fell off, one hand is off okay now just the head....and.....thank plantness it's dead!
A new plant! Chomper ! wow it just ate that zombie! Quite amazing!
Wow this is long! Oh my God! The final wave! Help! WE ARE GOING TO DIE! Save me! Oh God! That zombie burnt wall nut! He also burnt a pea shooter! I AM GOING TO DIE! The hand fell off, okay just the head! OH COME ON! HURRY WITH THE PEA! 
The head is off finally! 
WE WON!!!!!!! 
WE ACTUALLY WON!!!!!!!

Annie in Hunger Games

Reaction to mockingjay

Hello! I am back with a new post and if you haven't noticed I am three days late! My humble apologies, I know the movie has been released like a long time ago,but people like me don't watch movies in the theater but, wait for it to be broadcast on TV. So, I just saw it and loved it. 
While I was watching the movie I got this wild idea to write my reaction for this post.

The first thing that I would mention is that at the starting of the movie I was pretty confused, it started randomly and then I have read this book called  The School for Good and Evil by Soman Chainani  the books pretty cool and there are two characters called Castor and Pollux in it and those very same names are used in the Mockingjay as well  I don't know why but when I heard those names I couldn't help but picture the characters in my mind.
The movie is grand and awesome and epic and....... Its a never ending list.
I was so in love with Peeta Mellark before this movie, he was scary in this one, but that is how the author created him.
Moving on the ' if you burn, you burn with us' scene left goosebumps on me. I loved the movie, and overall I just say that if you haven't read the books I mentioned above then go to the bookstore near to you and buy them if you haven't seen the movie then watch it as well. 

IF I WAS IN THE GAMES

The first thing that I would do is not go to the Cornocopia. 
Katniss thought like me during that bit, I'd grab a backpack where ever I find one or I'd run into the forest and wait for the brutal bloodshed to end and once it does I would act like a hyena and take the remaining weapons, I'd probably have more weapons than those allies. I would climb a tree that was one sensible decision that Katniss made.
I would on knowing, that the fellow tribute who came with me was cheating and betraying me I would use the weapons I picked up, lets assume a set of ten knives, and kill their big group from the tree, in the dark and they'd be like  We are dying! Who is killing us?! Help!  I would be satisfied then, cause only then people who would be left won't be that strong..... I guess.
Given my attack in the dark, there will be no rebellion, I won't have to eat or rather show that I am eating nightlock. 
I won't be stuck on proving that I am not a rebel, and it would all be in complete order.
                                                        ~
I would be in the Quarter Quell of course, but then that is at my own risk, I'd probably use my brain while everyone is going crazy and win! Again!
Life would be scary but still amazing! I mean after winning, and during one of the dinner parties I would do what Snow did, I would poison Snow, call myself president and there would be an end to the games and there would also be end of thirteen, district thirteen is what I mean.
No rebellion, no problems,no Hunger Games and definitely no weird Capitol fashion!

The story of Lucy Anne Rose (before she died)

" I always had this thing about black, I just didn't like it and then Annie gifts me a black dress for my birthday!" Lucy tells Jane, her BFF.
"Oh my!"
"Yeah, and then she actually expected me to be happy!" Lucy went on. Well, one thing about Jane is that she is over dramatic and to this comment she actually started screaming like a spider had asked her hand in marriage!

Mrs. Flames Academy for Winged Creatures, was the best in the land of Magix from where the people graduated to protect the human world (light) and destroy the human world (dark). The hallways were made of silver and the classrooms were gold! literally.
Lucy and Jane were the most popular girls at school, like a redefined  version of the plastics, so naturally they were the most spoilt and most hated but yet every student was still a slave in front of their feet. 

It was the final year where everyone would get their wings on the Wing Ceremony the people of Darkness would get black wings and the people of Light get white wings.
The purity and shade of  the color determines the heart of a student. 
" I don't get it humans aren't allowed in the university, and when Annie applied no one stopped her." Jane said with a face of horrible disgust.
"I KNOW RIGHT! And I have to share a room with that wretch!" exclaimed Lucy.

"Hi Lucy, hi Jane!" said Carol as she passed them.
"Hi Carol!"replied Lucy.
Carol was Jane's roommate and currently was overexcited The Lucy had replied to her! But Carol failed to notice the smirk on Lucy's face nor had she noticed the spell! Alas! Poor Carol the frog had to hop to her spell casting lesson.

Lucy arrived late, as usual an of course Mr.Spell didn't mind at all.
Carol was normal again and Lucy gave Carol an apologetic smile even though both of them knew she didn't mean it.
Lucy had to sit beside Annie as they were roommates and this was one non flexible rule that wouldn't even bend for Lucy.

"Hey, Non Magix!" Lucy said to Annie. By the way Non Magix was a nickname for Annie given by Lucy.
"What?"
"Shift aside " Lucy used her knifey rude tone.

"Okay class, today we will each have a practice spell battle, each of you is to know three attack and defense spells,given that it was your homework last week, you will be graded for the same. Normal or basic life spells may be used, no fire spells we do not want any deaths!" explained Mr.Spell.

By the time it was Lucy's turn most of the students were frozen,petrified or crying in pain except for Jane of course who had already turned Carol into a frog again, during their battle.
According to the Non Flexible rule Lucy had to fight Annie.

"You may begin!" Mr. Spell said.

Firs Lucy electrocuted Annie with a zap spell and in return was drenched by Annie's hydro spell. Then Lucy turned her self invisible and attacked with a Block-senses spell to which Annie turned Lucy blue, irritated Lucy froze Annie and won.
                                             
                                                    ~

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It was Wing Ceremony , each student was dressed in formal clothing.

Lucy wore a midnight blue gown, with her blonde hair up in a bun. Her blue eyes sparkled with life. She wore heavy mascara and a shade of beautiful pink lip gloss .
After a speech from Mrs.Flames,the principal,all students were given little vials with a bubbly pink potion in it.
The drank it, and started floating in air their bodies glowed with a brilliant white light, and slowly little wings appeared from their backs  after that the growth was rapid and soon the students had strong wings.
The colors take a lot of time to come so they were colorless wings.
"Now students remember, that none of you should have the same shade of the same color in your wings unless you are siblings of course." announce Mrs.Flames.

After the students reached their rooms,they got busy in chatter. A few hours passed and the students got colors.

Jane got yellow, which meant she was kind, and belonged to light.
Carol had pink, which meant she was loving.
But both Lucy and Annie got the same shade of gray , their hearts hadn't decided what they chose.
"We are sisters?!" They both gasped.
"Well, I am a better person than you and also considering the fact that you were so popular for so long its my chance now,no one will know we are sisters and I can enjoy Light while you can be in Darkness!"exclaimed Annie.
"Huh?"
Lucy's wings slowly turned black as the night and Annie's turned white as snow.
"A simple charm that I learned." said Annie slyly.

But that's when Lucy's heart chose light, the spell Annie had conjured was too strong and Lucy's skin started to shrivel and wither as she fell to the floor dead.

Annie stood shocked. Her eyes widened with realization. 

The sin was committed, the deed was done , it was too late now

The diction of dark and light

 A FEW HOURS OF LIGHT

The sin was committed , the deed was done, it was too late to turn back. It was an accident, I didn't mean it. I was trembling , was it too late ? Had I broken everything beyond repair? 

The room changed, the corpse of Lucy Anne Rose lay in front of me. The sharp smell of blood reeked the room, I chocked up, a lump forming in my throat.

"There there,now........ Its alright" a voice cooed.

It was so beautiful, it calmed my troubled soul. I looked up to see who the voice belonged to, it was a Demon of the Dark, and boy was he handsome! Yet evil of course. He had clear cut features, beautiful emerald eyes with a great depth in them, he was glacial white and had really thick hair as black as the night itself.  He flashed a smile and said " You were never a part of the Good guys anyway...."

His voice was hypnotizing and smooth.

I started walking towards him and as I did my white wings turned black, my white dress turned into black robes, my magic was not white anymore it was a penetrating red glow. I was about cross the fine line between Light and Dark ,  when I stopped, I didn't move.

"Are you not joining me?" He said.

"NO!" I snapped out of the hypnotism.

"Aww too bad," He was surprisingly calm.

I was pretty confused, I took a few steps backward.

"But there is one thing you can not deny,wherever you go, whatever you do, your hands will still be stained from her blood, once a crime always a crime....and a criminal always returns to the place he committed the crime... You will come back here ,to me, for me." 

"NO! You are wrong! I am not evil! I will not return! Never!" I blurted out and ran away as fast as I could......away from him........way away from him.

I was gasping for breath, I couldn't go to the Dark, I had to stay in the Light, where I belonged. As soon as I was out of the house, I stopped in surprise and horror, he was standing in front of me, scared, I started to run back inside, just trying to avoid him, everything after that was a blur. I was standing in the same room, that I had run away from. I was trembling again, guilt climbing up my back, I knew I was about to faint.

"What did I tell you, the criminal always returns to the ......."

"Place he committed the crime" I completed the sentence.

"Exactly" He flashed a knife-sharp smile.

I fell to my knees, holding my face in my hands and began to weep.

Its over,I wanted to be good, the weeps now into sobs.

Why? Why, can't I get a second chance, sobs into wails.

An arm wrapped around me and a hand comforted me.

"Come, lets go, you have a lot to learn,"

"Huh?! What do you-"

"You have to learn to hate,to harm, to destroy, to kill and so much more!"

"No, please no!" I panicked, nausea took over me.

He just rolled his eyes grabbed my wrist in a manner that made me wince in pain and started dragging me into the darkness, deeper.......deeper.......deeper. I was trembling with fear.

"HELP!" I screamed, as I did he tightened his grip around my wrist.

"Please, stop!" I cried, he didn't even flinch.

"Please, no, I can't" His jaw tightened when I said this.

"Give me a few hours in light,please" It was too late, I was in Darkness now. He put me in dungeon and slyly said "This won't hurt at all."

My wings blackened again but not quickly, very slowly,very very slowly. They hurt now, I screamed with pain, the feathers started to shed, the wing bones started to decay, I was really screaming hard now. The boy came in a few seconds later with a chain, and hanged me by my wrists with some weird hook like projections from the wall.

My wings fell off. My magic was turning red, every change was exactly the same, only slower and  painful. My eyeballs weren't hazel any more they were evil green. The boy, who was smiling when I let out screams of pain, now untied me, I fell to the ground, my eyes were closed, I slowly opened them, hell fire burnt inside me, I was ready to rule the Dark after all, where there is light, there is a shadow  I just let the shadow engulf the light.

Annie reacts to meanness and rudeness

Now for those of you who know me might be wondering why I am calling myself Annie, well its my public or internety name or any social networking name.

INTRO TO THE BLOG:

This is a blog for the people who have been rude to me, now I know it is wrong to hold onto the past, but yet I still thought that I should shower light on the people who have been rude to me, as if it weren't for them I would never be able to be learn from all these things they said to me which now as I recollect made no sense whatsoever.

WHY DID I MENTION THE INTRO?

It was a background to the entire article to make one understand that the people who are mean to you or rude to are just your biggest fans and are afraid to admit so, how do I know this? Well the answer is very simple they never miss out on the latest gossip about you and try to know all about you and follow you and hide all of this by acting mean to you and if you haven't  noticed by acting mean or rude they are also trying or rather begging for your attention. Now i will not bore you with more backgrounds or introductions and without any further delay let us begin!

REACTION FOR RUDE PEOPLE

1> Wow, so now you think by walking past me and by giving me a shove as you walk is supposed to hurt my feelings?! Seriously! I definitely expected more, but things can not go as I want them to so lets just discuss this lamely stupid act of yours.
Firstly I ain't interested in looking at you as you try to push me and then try to walk my unique walk.
Second I am least interested in knowing that you and your big imaginary cloud of egoistic thinking needs to pass and you are too ashamed to tell anyone to move aside and hence try acting violent,
have you even heard about ahimsa?
Lastly, your poor attempts to hurt my feelings are a big FAIL ! Because instead of hurting my feelings you actually are making a ridicule of yourself! If you are not understanding how then it is time to use your brain which you have only used for thinking things you could possibly do to hurt me.


2> " I  don't care" well, this is your favorite sentence, isn't it? 
I am completely not surprised, of course you do not care about anything, no wonder you are below me and are furthering to lower your standards by saying you don't care when I correct you on your stupid statements or your stupidity.

well, I am not jobless to sit all day correcting your stupidity, while you just don't care! So, get lost before I get mad and kill you 108 times in my head.

REACTION FOR MEAN PEOPLE

How, oh how am I supposed to react when you are the one who just can not stop reacting?!
You are like a chemical equation gone all heated up and you can just not stop burning!

And this is what your chemical reaction looks like:
                heat
mp + gp -> jealousy + hatred+ weird behavior
(mean          (good
person)         person)

Ha! I have never been so good at chemical reactions ever in my life before this.

Now what else can I say,  your behavior simply does not deserve my really amazing and smart words, I would feel deeply sorry for you, but then again I do not have any feelings for you. One last thing I would like to say, well it is a request, could you please make sense just for a day even though I know it is really difficult for you.

Suggestions please!

if you have had any such incident or if you think that the above actually makes sense and would love to read a part two, you could suggest me more incidents and if you like this article you can drop a comment in the comments section below, I would love to know what you think about me writing about some stuff people can not see when someone is rude or mean. Also please contribute for part two .

Boys in books are better

This is one quote that I really love. It so happens that girls who are avid readers like me tend to be least interested in guys who are in our class or in our friend circle for a very simple reason which is that our hearts already belong to Leo Valdez or Augustus Waters or Tedros(who happens to be King Arthur's son) or probably some other fictional guy, for me it is Anton Grey from the book Ruined by Paula Morris. I would of course not spoil the awesomeness of this quote by explaining the quote to all you readers. All you should know is boys are better on pages than in real life. They are awkward,weird,creepy in real life,, but of course there are exceptions like James Marsden, Bruno Mars,Niall Horan, Ronan Keating and the list will end after a few months

But the never ending list of amazing guys in books is well.....never ending.

There are people who love Harry Potter and rarely I have met people who like Ron Weasley there are girls who love Edward Cullen or Jacob also Four from divergent, there is Peeta Mellark and there is Finnik Odair there is also Thomas and Eragon and Murtagh....... Just as I said the list is never ending.
I am stopping here by saying " some infinities are greater than other infinities, but dear guys in books I love our little infinity."

the flu song (parody of heart ache by Bonnie Tyler)

Its a throat ache
nothing but a throat ache
hits you when you're too late
hits you with pathogens

Its a flu's game
nothing but a flu's game
coughing in the cold air
feeling like a clown,

its a throat ache
nothing but a throat ache 
cough until your throat aches
then you have a cold
it ain't right to think that you're so depended on meds,

It ain't right to need something as much as I needed meds

Its a throat ache
nothing but a throat ache
hits you when you're too late
hits you with pathogens

its a flu's game

nothing but a flu's game

standing in the cold rain

coughing like a clown

It ain't right to need something as much as I needed meds

its a flu's game

standing in the cold air 

coughing like a clown

it a throat ache

then the meds let you down 

its a throat ache

disclaimer:this is a song written by me for me and completely applies to the people suffering from the "throat ache" like me right now

The park of death

The dark of the night smirked as I walked through the old and abandoned park near the cemetery. The broken branches cackled under my feet as I walked, it was a cold winter night and I could not  more than my arms because a thick sheet of fog had engulfed the park ahead of me. The wind howled and the branches of lifeless trees shook as if shivering due to fear. The park was a century old and people say before it was abandoned, the park was the most captivating part of the city. The grass was as green as emeralds and the roses that bloomed that bloomed on the rose fence around the park were as red as rubies, now it was like a crooked,thorny fence and the grass was black and prickly like needles.
The pond in the park used to have water that shimmered like diamonds and strive with underwater life, now it was like a lifeless granite slab in the dark.I looked up at the sky not a star in sight.
But there was still beauty in the park. The grace in which the trees stood and the beauty in which the park was planned.
I sighed and turned around to leave, I wondered how would shifting my residence leave a park in such a condition.
I opened the cold metal gates of my house as the hinges shrieked.

my pet raven,Nightmare greeted me with a caw. Her beak gleamed in the moonlight, I opened my coffin and lay down recollecting my experiences in the park a century ago and comparing them from my recent walk. I shut my eyes and fell into a death like sleep,with the dreams that could haunt ones life for eternity

 

The justification to the rain

Hi, its festive season in India and so to add a bit more excitement to my little blog that I call 'the rain' I will be posting three articles. 

This is my first in the list of three blogs.

Well, honestly the reason this is called the rain is because

When I was creating the blog there came a dialogue box which said name your blog, I thought it was for one particular article so I named it the rain and this is completely relevant to my first blog, the joy in the rain. I tried changing it after that but I  could not, my mom says it is probably lucky for me so I should let it be, but I still get restless when any of my friends ask me that why exactly is it the rain.

I can also say I love the rain because it sets the perfect mood for finding a cozy corner with a hot cup of coffee and an exceptionally good book.

lately I have read the fault in our stars and it is in the list of my favorite books it is simply divine. Reading a book like that is like tasting chocolate after eating a hundred  leafy vegetables, and believe I really dislike leafy vegetables.

The colors in a box

The life of a student is a vast topic probably as grand as a whale. But specifically today I would write a brief article on the types of students and their basic kind of discription

The life of a student is pretty much inside their text books. But for some students their text book life begins a day before the examination.
There are different kind of students some try to act like geniuses some are born with a brain like Einstien's.
Normal human students mostly dislike chemistry and geography.The mayhem lovers have one soul purpose in life: to enjoy the class riots they create.
The teacher's pet is the one who will do literally anything to get a teacher's attention.

Given below are a few type of students:

The Brainiac:

This type of student starts his/her textbook life before the school year starts. They sit alone in class and are usually found on the first bench, they pay attention to whatever the teacher says and the only "interesting" talks you can have with them is 'what is force?' or 'what is fractional distillation?'.
WARNING: TO PREVENT EXTREME BOREDOM SIT AT THE LAST BENCH OR AWAY FROM THE BRAINIAC.

The teacher' pet

This is the most common type , they are the students who irrelevant of their report card get the teacher's attention. They enjoy acting smart and try their best to answer questions during class hours and the conversation turns out like this:
Teacher: "Who will tell me what humidity is?"
[smart student thinks the answer]
Teacher's pet: "Ma'am it is present in Goa and it is water of sea and salt of sweat on face.[says confidentially ]
Teacher:"  Good try, "
[teacher continues lesson without giving the correct definition leaving the smart kid lost and confused]
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THE -TRYING-TO-BE-COOL-KID

This type of student has the mayhem causers as his role model and think it is cool to throw paper balls and paper planes at fellow students, they usually end up in the principal's office.

THE SLEEPY HEAD

These kinds are rare but still are found mostly during third language class. They are too found on the first bench, but unlike the brainiac they are forced to sit their so the teacher can ensure they dont sleep off and travel to wonderland.

THE DIRT BAG

This kind hates all the teachers , and the prime objective of this student is to criticize teaching methods and use language that makes fellow students uncomfortable. This kind is found giggling or talking during lessons.

THE REBELS

They dont agree with teachers and believe in the fact that they are right and the teachers are wrong one example:
Teacher:"2+2=4"
Rebel:"NO! ITS 5"
Teacher: " child you need to practice addition"
Rebel:"Sir I know you are wrong and I will prove it I will show how I did the sum tomorrow,"
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They usually try getting the front seat and arm themselves with their nut like brain and the nonsense that they speak.

DESCLAIMER: THIS ARTICLE IS MY THOUGHT PROCESS AND DOES NOT RAGARD TO ANYONE ANY RELATION IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL.

Cakes that satisfy the stomach

The last time I went to a bakery was to buy my birthday cake.
And as I presume I have the time to recollect my experience with my fellow readers(you).

It was a rainy day. My mom and I were in the car listening to the radio. She had picked me up from my archery practice. Then she just abruptly cut the conversation we were having and said," We don't have a birthday cake for tomorrow do you want to buy one now?"
"yes, lets have a chocolate cake or maybe a pineapple or a tiramis-"
"WE can decide that at the bakery"my mom said.

When we reached the bakery the first thing that caught my attention was the swiss roll.
The most delicious swiss role that made my mouth drool. The sweet smell of sugar.
I browsed through the range of cakes, I was so amazed and mesmerized by the looks of the cakes and how perfectly they were iced.
I browsed all the names,
Chocolate Truffle
Death By Chocolate
Coffee Cream
A-Cake-With Rainbow-Sprinkles whose name I cant remember.
The bakery was all that I imagined it would be and more way more.
It was everything that I wanted it to be like.
The variety was so grand that I did not know what to choose.
I wanted everything but surely you cant do that because after you manage to finish all the cakes you would be as round as a cherry on top of a cake.
I finally bought a cake whose name I again cant recollect 
But all I remember was it simply was divine and the taste was such that you would only want it to linger in your mouth forever.

The joy in rain

The air was moisture laden. The soft pitter patter of the rain was like melody.

The window pane glistened with water droplets and it looked like diamonds on a thin sheet of crystals.

The drops of rain bringing life to the environment.
A single drop of water  is so majestic it replenishes the surroundings,
the way it glistens, the way it gives relief to a sore dry throat of a nomad, the ways in which it revives the nature around it.

The trees celebrated with a joyous feeling as the rain soothed their roots which had dried up due to the harsh sun of the summer.The aroma of the moist soil was sweet and lovely as smelling roses, little toadstools were growing gracefully. They looked like umbrellas for elves. the water puddles brought to life because of the ripples that were born as the water filled the puddles overwhelmed by the joy the frogs croaked in all their glory and harmony.

The sky was a palette  of blue and grey with hues of joy and beauty