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