Ice cream day

It's February 27th

Very important day. Hyped up waaay too much sometimes.
For one, it's the Oscars.. Movie buffs I know are all apprehensive (I dont know many, but I imagine they would be, if I knew em)
The guy who has hosted successfully at numerous occassions before and someone who I personally love watching is hosting the event. So yay!!
It's so weird what these celebrities wear to these things. Even the ones that arent termed weird look pretty bizarre to me. And the ones I like go without mention in all the talks that follow the Oscars.

The significance of this day is not really the Oscars. If it was indeed the most important quality of the day to me, I'd get screamed at from all sides, including from inside, ie I'd get screamed at by me.
No, today is 3 days away from the launch of the CBSE board exam 2012 (aka AISSCE).
AISSE (All India Secondary School Exam) is what I wrote in class 10, AISSCE (All India Seconday School CERTIFICATE Exam) is what I'll be writing starting 1st March. The tiny difference in the exam appears to be the addition of "Certificate" in the latter. But its not, this one is EVILLER! It's got me all edgey, and I dont get "tense" (or tenseD as is used) for exams, well I didnt anyway.
I did fine in the other exam 2 years ago. But on a synonym day (by which I mean a day in this day's shoes.. uh 3 days before my other board exam) in 2010, I was having a hell lot of fun - it was HOLI!! We'd played all morning and promised to be carefull. But "Carefull" wasnt particularly fond of me and was adamant to avoid me on that day. As a result while attempting a sad sad sad version of a sliding tackle, I still dont know how I managed, I twisted my foot and fell on it, very effectively screwing up any plans I might have had of walking (etc) for the next 2 months. Lovely innit? So anyway I really did get screamed at from all sides, but it got me sitting somewhere motionless and bored and with nothing but studying to do. Despite what anyone else might say, I believe that I wouldnt have gotten the marks I did if it wasnt for my foot.

NOW, though I have no broken foot or 90% in my preboards to console me. I dont think, I'll be able to get away with hurting myself (Hurt myself sufficiently but with only the precise amount of damage <- that is tricky; if ex-ante hurt and ex-post hurt dont coincide, the plan could seriously back fire...)
So since broken foot wont work, I'm gonna get me some icecream.. Tata!

Maybe..

Often I think how my life would have been if I'd stayed in London. I'm guessing I would have been really really reeeeaaaaallly different. From my accent, to clothes, to the way I talk.. just different in every way.

If I'd stayed..

Maybe I'd have blue hair.

Maybe I'd be wearing heels that are over 2 inches high.

Maybe I'd spend hours doing homework and studying..

Or not at all.
Maybe I would never leave home without make up and matching accessories, maybe I would rarely ever leave

Maybe I'd have had a few boyfriends

Maybe I'd wear a dress to prom, maybe I wouldnt go.

Maybe I'd want to leave London forever and come back to India, maybe I'd never ever want to leave.
Maybe I'd eat all day, maybe I'd be anorexic
Maybe I would've danced, something very different from Bharatanatyam

Maybe I'd have learnt some instrument and got some friends and joined a band.
Maybe I would've gone out of my way to fit in, maybe I would have said "screw the crowd"

Maybe my photo would have been there in the slideshow of faces, some I knew and many I didnt, that I just saw...

Or maybe I'd be more or less the same, except with blue hair.

Observations of a sick wall

Some crazy people want to go to school when they are sick.When I get sick, I want to be home. If I was the tiniest bit unwell, I would use it as an excuse to not go to school. But there are some days when I get sick in school. The worst situation is when these days come with exams... 

...The exam usually the trigger, starts off a headache - the ones that feel like you are head is wedged between contracting boulders - and I have to use my tortured brain to finish the stupid exam. When I'm done, I have to make small talk about the horrendous exam, nod, smile and drag myself through an endless sea of evil, mindless bobbleheads, all the while thinking of ways to throw them out of my way or imagining turning into a bulldozer and making a path straight over them or ways to incinerate them all at one go... A small voice reminds me that these people are my friends who are not indeed evil, mindless bobbleheads. 

Once outside the building, I duck out from under the radar and find me a relatively quiet place to sit and hope that my friends do not find me, this time bombarding me with querries about my health and mood.

And then the final bell rings and kids pour out in all sizes from virtually everywhere! This effect is magnified with the improvements in memory caused by the headache and fever. The noise of school already echoing in my skull increases a hundred fold. The little kids screaming and running around hitting anything and anyone on their paths have you believed you're in a horror film.

If I'm lucky, I become a part of the wall. No one sees me and eventually I can somewhat tune the noise out, rather it becomes a loud but smooth silk cocoon surrounding me much any more. As an ill wall, all I have to do is wait till a few selected boobleheads from the sea, exhausted of thier social chatter for the day or at the mercy of their hungry tummies find me and take me home. So till then I stare out into the chaotic after-school world. I see the evil little kids run around and get glared at by older kids when they are elbowed in their stomachs, I see the older kids turn back to their friends and continue laughing. I see the senior most lot flirting, gossiping, discussing studies, fooling around. I see kids screaming over the noise for some of thier friends standing far away. The noise grows louder, something I considered impossible moments ago, the addition is a strange sound, distinct from the kidds sounds.The cause for this sudden alacrity makes its appearance soon, a big yellow bus pushes its way through the sludge of students. And then the crowd clears a path, the smaller kids scrambling like ants running from advancing water. Its a grand entrance; the dust on the ground is lifted into the air and the bus emerges dramatically almost silhouetted, like a villain in those old films. When the bus is motionless, the crowd moves back moulding the vehicle. Things are exactly as they were before.

Then they find me and I become mobile again and go home. 

This report is highly exaggerated. But its more fun to remember it this way.