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Thursday, August 13, 2009

Grade ten in I.L.S. - A journey of a life time

When you come to grade 10 teachers bombard you with advice, threats, it’s not a piece of cake, don’t sneeze at it (Mrs. Mathews ever famous dialogue)…etc etc. But trust me you enjoy every day of your grade ten.

First you start the year with a lot of tension so you study diligently for the first month.

Next month competition in class and in studies brings in the cat fights, dog fights, this fits that fights. Some cry, some make a noise and some just stay aloof.

Then comes in the mischief. The paper ball weeks (when we kept hidden paper balls to throw at each other when the teacher is not looking) came and we called it “saving the mela circulars”

Then came the annual day practice. Oh! How I miss those days. Mobile phones and iPods became a part of the uniform. The whole class sang group chorus on top of their voices. ‘ROCK ON’ days were here! Bunking classes in the name of practice was followed by grade ten “satayavadis”.

After the initial rush of the annual day, prelims came brought in hard core reality. Exams after exams and boards were knocking at our doors. But the mischief never stopped. 6 am Gossips and shivering bodies became a well loved sight.

Boards came and went, grade ten came and went but none served as a hindrance to our ever mischievous minds. My advice to you (present grade 10) is “love it or hate it, you’re going to miss it”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS - This article was also published in the Ivoice but im not sure how much they edited it because i did not see it in its printed form. So this is the original version.

Who am I?

Well this blog is about me and my life so guess it deserved an introduction.
So here it goes a true description of “me on myself”

My name is Meghna. Presently living India (and wishing every moment of the day to be in Lagos ,Nigeria ) and going to Delhi public school. I don’t have the most fabulous of lives or the best of anything but I have been told is that “Meghna, you literally suck at singing , dancing and drawing but the way write, no one can write like that!”(Thanks Garima)

My life can be described in the weirdest of terms to be fun filled and also sad (opposites, aren’t they?). I say so because I generally end up finding funny things in almost anything and sad because I miss Lagos and my 6 best friends back there (ok, I know 6 is a large number to call best friends but they were all so amazing!).

This blog is called the Life of the cynical vagabond because many say I am very cynical which stands for critical in a viewpoint or judging someone’s intentions to be generally bad (and no I did not open the dictionary or Google it to write it here). Vagabond generally means a person who keeps moving from place to place. I call myself a vagabond not in the actual sense but as a term to describe my “ever moving around things” mind. But you could call me a vagabond in real terms also since D.P.S. would be the 5th school I am going to.

This blog’s articles are not all about my life but also contain my viewpoints and also some articles I have written over the time.
So dear readers enjoy reading my ramblings and be sure to post your comments, suggestions and criticisms. Thanks!