Notice regarding the latest article

Well, turns out that my story is really long.... and is not reaching the end....
So I think that I will be posting it as a page, you can access my page in the "other than the rain" section.
The reason behind this is because the story is taking REALLY long and my blog is going to be empty till the time i finish.

Chewing gum stuck to my hair

You never know when disaster can strike. But when it does one should be prepared, even though I have no idea how one can prepare for chewing gum getting stuck in your hair,  God forbid it happens to any girl.

Anyway yesterday was the official bad hair day. I was well chewing gum which again I have no clue why. So well I had to spit it out and my hair well are extra poofy and I have no clue how, while I was spitting the gum did it manage to get stuck in my hair.

But however, the gum still found a way to get stuck in my hair, The first thing that came to my mind was to wash it off by water to probably manage to dilute it. It did not work.
I then tried using shampoo, but to no avail. Then a failed attempt at trying to use hair conditioner. I tried combing it out but no, again to no avail. Irritated and anxious, I tried using hand wash. Nothing happened. My mom by this time got worried (I hadn't told her that there was chewing gum in my hair). She pounded on the bathroom door and I lied that I was taking a bath. She believed it. I tried the soap as well. Finally after all this, I gave up and told my mom. She laughed! The disappointment in my face must have been clear because she stopped. She said she will help me later and made me eat lunch first. I stuffed as much as I could and rushed to the bathroom to attend to my tresses, my precious tresses. My dad called at the time and told me that nail polish remover also helps. It didn't help. Finally when I could do nothing else I gave up and chopped the locks off, with tears in my eyes I threw them in the garbage can. I knew I shouldn't cry over it and it was my fault, because if I hadn't eaten the thing in the first place it would have not happened. I tried hiding my sorrow in music and well I succeeded and that is all I wish to say about that incident.

Thoughts I have when I am going to a new grade.

It was clear that I no longer would be able to see my friends from my previous class, anymore. Sure, we promised each other that we will still be friends but, a part of me knew that these kinds of promises don't last long. 

The report card day is the most terrifying day for any student as everyone is scared of what result they might get. But sometimes when the grades are perfect what terrifies is the fact that they will go to a new class. With new people, new faces and a new everything.

I was terrified not because of my grades, but because of the new class that I was assigned. I wouldn't have been this terrified if this were my previous school because I wasn't new there. I was in that school for seven years and knew nearly everyone. I was anxious. I am not like the other girls in my class, they seem to have no problem in socialising, its just my problem. I find it impossible to socialise. I have a friend from my previous class in my new class as well but I know she will know most of the people in our new class and I'll be sitting alone  in some lonely dark corner where no one would be interested in talking to me. Apart from the fear of socialising with new students, the pain of not having my last year's class teacher also hurts. The thought that I will have new teachers leaves me feeling like a hollow log. 

I still remember the last day of school, it did not feel like such a great deal of having a new class,but now, when I'm so close to going to my new class I realize how much I don't want to go.

Our previous class was known for our misbehaviour, and the entire year I had prayed to be promoted to a new class without any student from that class and well, God answered my prayer. I don't recognise anyone in my class.

My best friend is not in my class nor is my worst enemy. I will have to find a new rival to compete with in class for the first position and the fear inside me is like an endless pit in which I keep falling, not reaching the bottom just falling. Falling into nothingness. 

The new students don't scare me as much as the new teachers do.
I fear losing my math teacher the most. I also have the anxiety of whether or not will I get to be a prefect, I cannot afford to have someone I dislike being a prefect. It scares me even more to think that what if people who hate me get to be the Head boy or Head girl, how will they use their position to revenge against me. The study more part does not scare me that much, but the thickness of the books is frightening. The effort of trying to fit in is worse. 

I guess I will be staying out of the crowd and will be labelled as creep, in bold red letters. I think that is all I wish to say about the matter and will also promise to post more frequently.

What sense? Nonsense.

   Hello people of earth!! Today I am going to be posting a story written by me, Ayushi and Janushi (who happen to be some pretty amazing friends)

Well, the story is........ supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. 

It was not written using brains the origin of this marvelous piece of writing dates back to 4th of this month. Also I think I should tell you how it was written.

Well it was this game, where you have to write a sentence with the word limit being only 5 words per chance, it is okay if you are not able to complete the sentence.Then whatever you have written is passed on to the next person and so on...

This is like a loop within the people who are participating. The loop does not end till "The End"

Another thing is I would like to introduce you to 

the writers of this exceptionally well written piece of nonsense.

Ayushi

Janushi

Me (Annie)

  Also it is colour coded, I am red, Ayushi is black and Janushi is blue

       

                            The Fault In Our                                                  Thoughts(not a parody)

Once upon a beautiful morning, Raina woke up and looked at the chirping birds outside and found something really fishy. There was something gross lying, it was her dead cat. She stood there crying and all the memories came flashing,stabbing her mind like knives. However, she freshened up with water and prepared to mourn for the cat had died on her 18th birthday. She was frustrated, how did her mom kill the cat. Her mom stood there as if nothing had happened....... How,the room reeked of blood....that flowed out of the body. How can she do that?

"Lady! How could you?!" yelled Raina at the top of her lungs. She fell on the cat and the blood was all over her body. Tear stains were on her cheeks, she instantly clicked a picture of the cat in her mind,which will stay forever......She wanted revenge......She wanted her wild dreams to be shattered. 

"I won't kill my mom, I'll ruin her reputation in front of dad."

She remembered how rude stepmom was, she had to kill her negative thoughts for her. Stepmom always favoured her stepsister, She removed all positivity from her daughter and Raina became good friends though. Raina loved her cat, she forgave the sins her mom did. All her life she spent miserably, now Karma did good to her future life. She thought that teenager life will be nicer, fate WILL change, sun will rise and bring new hopes. She missed her cat.

MORAL: Never kill your daughter's cat because she'll get angry. Just keep your thoughts intact and to yourself.

                                    

                                The End

DISCLAIMER: I humbly apologize for the irritation/frustration/dissappontment this article may have caused you. This is totaaly fictional and no cat has died that belonged to Raina, infact we don't even know who Raina is. Thank you for withstanding the mental torture<3.

The pre and post phases of exams

Hello people ! I know that I am writing after ages but you cannot blame me.... I had my test papers to write

And today... I shall be writing bout the different phases in a student's life pre and post the test.

• The one day before the exam: The student studies,revises,learns and does not stop.

• The last minute: This is the particular time where one gets to know that there is one extra chapter that is being tested.
• The best friend: This particular moment converts all acquaintances and enemies into best friends; everyone needs answers.
• 'I NEED AN ANSWER!!!':  This is specifically when everyone seems to know the answer but you and also everyone is deaf when you are asking for help.
• Finally over: This is it after all that writing,asking for answers and giving answers, the paper finally comes to an end.
• The joy: The test is over, currently all the answers are accurate,  and it is sure that you are going to get full marks
• The horror: Then when proudly you are discussing answers with your classmates you realize 50% of your answers are wrong.
• 'Try to forget': This is when one tries to forget that he have written the answers wrong remember the right answers and when asked he tells the right answers instead of what he has written. But alas he has to come clean at the report card day.

happy new year 2016

2016!!!!!!!!!!!!

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.