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5:15. Alarm buzzes. That thing called – “snooze”.

5:20. Alarm buzzez. That thing called – “snooze”.

5. 25. Alarm buzzes. That thing called – “snooze”.

5:30. Alarm buzzes. A sigh, a soft good morning, 2 minutes, and a shout later – two feet on the ground.

A cell phone switching on. Something picked up. Door opens. Thuds of footsteps climbing stairs.

Splashes of water. A reflection in the mirror.

“FREAKING SHIT!”

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Heavy breathing. Panting. Sweat. And then a fall. She’s trying again but failing.

“Trisha Smith, you’re so out of the race!”

“I won’t stop trying, Mike!”
“It’s no good T, sports aren’t your cup of tea. Just let others take the trophy in at least this?”

“Nothing is impossible!”

“You’re good in everything else. You can sing…”

“Passably”

“Oh well, you can dance…”

“Not professionally”

“Not much worse. You can debate and declaim and dissuade.”

“She’s the one they prefer.”

“You come third in class”

“ She comes first.”

“Where does she come in the picture from, T?”

“She is the one who makes the picture…I’m the one who fills it.”

“You’re the one who matters…”

“Oh really? Why is she the one who gets the best of everything even when all she does is cram?”

“I love you.”


Well that’s how it starts and ends about everything. “SHE” is really the one who makes the picture all the time. And Trish just can’t get an answer to that one question – “ HOW?”

“I mean, Mike, All she does is sit and get grades. Well maybe the best grades, but still, just freaking grades. I’m the one trying to balance it. Grades, sports, singing, dancing, debating and everything in between. I even win in almost everything, Mike. But she’s the one who everyone loves. I’m just the girl who has a lot of attitude. I just don’t get it!”

Grade 9 had been the worst year of school so far. Fights, misunderstandings, betrayal and HER. What could be worse than being separated from all her friends and being in her section?

But then she thought Grade 10 would me different. What with all the new friends and Mike, she’d be a lot better. But it just got worse.

The days started with everyone telling her how nice ‘she’ was. How perfect, intelligent and brainy. The perfect kid, daughter, grand-daughter, student, friend and a million other things.

The day ended with her parents asking her to get serious.

The only ray of hope was Mike – the guy she loved so much. The guy who always told her how perfect she was and how others just didn’t realise it. The guy who was always there with a hug when she was low. The guy who was there to take her out to cheer her up. The guy who expected nothing in return other than her presence. The guy who was her best friend. The guy she’d hurt so many times...but the only guy she’d ever love!

She had friends. A lot of friends. She had two best friends – Tami and Mike. Many other friends whom she could trust blindly. She talked to everyone. Juniors and seniors. She didn’t know what they thought of her. She was dying to…

Until she got to know she really was…

Does far away exist?

"My friend is going today, far away!"
"Does far away exist for friends to go?"
"Yes, he's going to the other end of the country"
"Is he really your friend if you think he's GOING?"

That is exactly what the conversation taking place between my mind and heart is today. Yes, my friend is going. But only physically. He will always be near me. In my heart. With me in whatever I do. Whenever I win, he'd be there to rejoice. Whenever I lose, he'll be there to console. He will always hold my hand through all my hard times.

He isn't going anywhere. He's just going to be invisible for some time. I am not so sad he's going because we can talk. Can't we? We have telepathy with us. Don't we? We can see each other occasionally through the net. Won't we? So why be sad. Why make the last moments we spent together sad? Why waste them.
Be happy and look forward to meeting again. When actually you miss each other too much, just remember the time you spent together. And close your eyes to find each other together again.

It wont be easy, I realise. I'm trying, and I want you to try too. So people, never cry when your friends go far away. 'Cos far away is a place that ceases to exist!

Misunderstandings...

Name one relation where there is no misunderstanding. Boss and employee..are you kiddin' me? Best friends...stop joking. Lovers or a married couple...world wars are always based on misunderstandings, aren't they?
But misunderstandings aren't so simple. They may dissolve in a moment or they may take a lifetime or even more. You can't ignore misunderstandings..but you can avoid them. Give in.
I did not exactly follow this rule till a few months back..but someone really special taught me that the best way to avoid fights is to give in.
Some may take this as a blow to their ego. But in a relationship, if you are egoistic..the relationship can never be successfull. Best friends...you don't need to throw your attitude around someone who knows you so truly...boss and employee ( well you love being employed don't you?)...husband and wife..in such a pure relationship..just where does ego come in.
You may have arguments. But you should know the limit. Stretching it too much may hurt the other person. He may not say it then..but will always remember your saying that to him. And later when he is alone, all these thoughts will come in at once and accumulate in his subconcious and then that person's love and affection for you may lessen. Or worse, subconciously, he may doubt you.
I know, maybe, coming from a teenager this may sound immature and bizzare but people, sometimes, we kids can understand things better than grown-ups. Because we don't complicate them so much.
Pay heed.
And comment.
Cheers.
Luv ya people.
Mwah!
~nanya~

An introduction...

Aren't all these blogs, diaries, books, and poems we a write just a form of Euphoria. A rememberance. Rememberance of the joys of the past. Sometimes of the not-so-joyful past! Books we write, poems we compose...all a recap of something we had thought of something which had struck us..Isn't it? Even biographies and pyschological guides..all about something we know..or something we have just discovered!

This Euphoria is a lot of fun! Remembering wild times spent, happy moments lived, and special days forever cherished. School life, they say, never comes back. Fun with friends, fights with others....Shouting on top of your lungs in school corridors..Basketball matches, inter-house competitions, homework deadlines, rushing with work and the comperings....the hullabaloo everywhere. SO tiring, yet sooo much of fun. The sports days, which can never be forgotten, the annual concerts which were so much of fun..the house assemblies where WE are incharge , the inter-house competitions where you have to win! For the house, yaay, go for it! The inter schools..where the whole school trusts you..you have to win...WHEW!

There I go....back into a state of Euphoria of all that I did last year. Won so much, lost so much, But enjoyed all of it. There are phases I would love to forget..we can't run away from our destiny, or can we?

Everyone who came into my life taught me something. Yes, they did! There is no easier way out. You make your own mistakes to learn. I do regret some decisions I have taken, but they taught me. Taught me what not to do, ever. Last year gave me my best friend. Thanks no end.

Last year, I did make a lot of friends. New people who will teach me something too..doesn't everyone?

So now that I start a new year, I wait to see what happens, so I can remember that too! Hope everything that happens makes fond rememberance.

Till then all I can do, is remember!

More later, do comment so that I can remember you reading my blog.

Thanks people!
Love ya, mwah!

~nanya~