Years back I stepped into a wonderful place holding my big sister’s hand.  Studies were my 1^st thing. Maths, English,EVS were the subjects of those times. yearning to be class leader, Being that ONE to get notebooks form 2c and 2b, studying in all exams, getting sad for missing greencards by2 or 5. Yes the time when I got my 1^st ever friend @aadila jabeen M 2c rollno 1.. Years rolled down, I met my 2^nd best friend @lia….. time changed from pencil scale to pen and ink rubbers.. Learning to write with pen, teachers fed up by ink sucking children, who ends up claiming the gel pen. Coming to know our seniors when we were in 6^th just knowing them smiling, waving. End of relations. Leading the house members along with respected senior house captains, heads were immensely fun. Playing with pluck cards trying to be serious in all March pasts was difficult for fun loving people.  I still remember the times fooling around at serious times….well yes its getting lengthy enough of  childish stories phewwwwwwwwwww…………fast forward 11^th. There the 1^st person I would ever want 2 say sorry is @himesh gopan….. For 2 years I killed him thoroughly. Taunting him unnecessarily, complaining to teachers that he is disturbing me, sorry edaa :’) my buddies got mixed up in other streams. Now next was how to adjust. Wasn’t hard at all…..!!  The gal who shared my sameee streak was in my class..! Miss @nidhi, together we shared our duty to taunt himesh, then the comfort was my dear buddies ajith arun chakkari( he will kill me if he sees this) 2^nd grade wali friends Vinu Shiva ….then came in the time of records…wholaah @aswin comes to the rescue. Helping me with phy diagrams, creating a bond of friendship with those 4rth benchers chubby,harshan g nambootiri, gokul and many more….though myself a computer student, the opportunity to sit in a bio lab and play kanji curry with bio students was truly a pleasure time. (jeevitathil patila) I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee @gundu @anki @chanda @soorya @savu @ saru @devi @anu @gopo soo much my favourite ladies of all time :’) most of the time sitting in 1 class…rushing to 12C during free periods…poor, confused teachers ..hah<3  playing BINGO in maths period, eating diary milks the whole day, running away to canteen to fill up our bag of EATABLES, 11^th was fun that was 11th. But the charge of awesomeness was in 12^th!!!!!!!!! My  12B. 1^st row there are the people I mentioned 1^st vinu gokul chubby  and towards the last its Narayan R and AnanthMahadev, sticking on to ground like a snail is himesh to Narayan R. complained teachers( again he disturbs me :P ) Very next is my fav twin bros place along with chakkari aka sabari…innumerous times I yell his name.  Hitting and throwing is him item. Right in front is the holly CAPTAINS bench @vishak Charles akhil, it’s fun to watch them fight, try out aerobics steps. Next is shiva, ramakrishnan’s bench and sometimes Ananthakrishnan sits there…next is our gals rows being a part of 7 gals :P ageless times :D now now yesss its never complete without our all rounder. Universally sought out class leader of all time JITHEESH J ! :D  this status is never complete without Mr @anndu R nair nd @ramachandran my most loveliest favorite crazy streaks.. <3 Together we were always (will be) and playing and taunting the whole periods. 2 years I hve been with them…I would never want to lose theses idiots L . It was hell crazy with these people. Throwing papers, chatting, eating fighting is our thing. Remember our fevicol fight? :’) goshh I wouldn’t be like this without you people..Boredom was out of reach…fun is out of hand….lovely 2 years…paara paara matram ulla lokham. Pani pani matram ulla samayam….being my besties…its only laughs and smilies with you people. @chandu remember  :P ? def gonna miss  frequent stares and smilies and deffff DUSTER fights.. .:’(

Getting back those pieces of friends I always yearned…. + a lootttt moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeee friendsss…pankii, emaanddiii and yesssss @kailas….alwayss my old friends, @dadu nandu, tweety, Sandra, anjana, more… J ……………..wherever they are, God make them happy. God bless you guys... All the best……………………….. VIVA LA 12^th 2013-2014

                                                     

                                                       I am a very cute, friendly girl who just loves to talk and whose heart is so romantic. I always think about my prince charming Romeo! Well my Prince Romeo should be tall, handsome, should have beautiful eyes…oh what more hmmn yea caring and lovable!! And you know what? I find these in my Zac Efron!! Oh I just go crazy and mad on him…Lord his blue eyes. Dad used to make fun of him all the time...And isn’t that mean? Oopy I forgot to say my name! Hey I’m Juliet, 9 years old. Well it’s kind of funny right? People say it suits my character because Lord I’m so romantic. I love my daddy and mommy so much. I’m a single child but lord am not ruined…..!! I love making friends. I play guitar and I’m very sincere with it. I go everywhere alone; the feeling of being independent but my parents’ claim that am alone. Its Saturday today. I just have to get ready to go for my guitar classes. Wow I feel so excited to go all the way to my class…you see 9 years aren’t so common on streets….I go all the way from my house to the junction. There is a big hoarding where they exhibit top actors in Hollywood and Bollywood. Last week it was Imran khan and I wanted to see who it was this time. When I stood in front of the hoarding it was covered with big cloth. Oh I wanted to see it badly…after my class I hurried to the hoarding but to my dismay it was covered with the same cloth again. It was a day with heavy traffic. Since it was hard for a 9 year old to cross the heavy road all by herself I caught a help from a lady beside me. It all happened suddenly. A heavy wind blew and at the same time the old lady caught my hand to cross the road but I stood there still stunt but this was the right time to cross the road but something had pulled me back..I was dumbfounded by his beauty. My lord an over speed taxi nearly hit the lady. I was like what happened? I thanked my lord for everything. For the wind hadn’t blown the cloth from the hoarding it would have never got off….ahhhh it was my Zac Efron...his dazzling blue eyes. OH! If it wouldn’t have him I would have been hit by the taxi. And that’s how HE SAVED MY LIFE……. J

Her face in the shades

With long hair curled in

How much more should she be beautiful?

Shiny eyes, glowing face in the candle light..

The eyes which meant a lot

Proud- may be of her beauty!

Hard not to envy;

Can one live with beauty alone?

Or does it matter to a blind?

Senseless world, lying mirrors; comforts?

Broken chandlers and pieces of vision?

But what’s her beauty when she could only hear them?

Watching her fingers move across her face

From forehead it starts down it wiggles round

Stops to touch her nose

Sharp and lean claimed by many

Again it went

It stops only in the lips

Drawn by god himself with lightest pencil….

But what’s her beauty when she could only hear them?

Those were the two things man needed the most; Soul and heart.

He need both to be Teresa but

To be a slaughter he needs nothing just his own words of swords….

Heart which has those eyes

Piercing through the human Minds

Knowing the hard time

The destiny remained untouched….

 Teresa she served others,

For slaughters take their life…

Blood on blood!

Pound on pound!!

Screams go unheard!!!

Finally it’s only our blood, our pound on the weigh

Weighing more or less...

Yes! It’s only us and us and us!!!

          Shhh!!Be silent…can you hear what I hear?? I know you can’t hear them the way I do…they speak of all kinds of things. “Thoughts” they are uncontrollable. Don’t you think so? Some people think before going to bed or while travelling…well I prefer the 2^nd one...Talking to myself! Well to b precise fighting over my thoughtless minds. When the winds brush up my hair; thoughts gently pass by me, travelling is fun. But to an unknown land phew. How exciting is that? But it’s even wackier when the place doesn’t exist!! See talking to one self is fun. All can aboard into my thoughts….time is endless; fun has no boundary; talking unlimited! I founded this skill on talking to oneself when I was in 11^th grade. Boring lectures with pin drop silence, what else can we do in a dangerous situation like this? “Talking to oneself” fine!!No one’s going to charge you nor going to end up outside principal’s office. Oopsyyy now my thoughts are screaming out…shhh…..be silent!!

While winding the grandpa clock

The mouse ran up to the clock

Today jack trembled down the hill again.

The London Bridge has finally completed

 Its work in a hope that it would not fall again!

The girl with chubby cheeks have triple chin now.

Humpy dumpty’s pieces have gone missing after the great fall.

 1, 2 buckle my shoes has completed 2 decades but still the rhyme could be heard in minds of millions of toddlers.

Mary’s lamp gone missing; meanwhile the pussy landed in London to visit the queen.

New version of twinkle- twinkle little stars amazed the new generation kids, but the author is quiet upset about the remake.

The hot cross bun seller has been caught for adulteration!

Johnny's grandson lied to him.

That’s all for today’s news. This is me Robin Hood signing off with Mary’s lamp!!

       The sun is smiling just like you!!! Cause it’s a happy happy teacher’s day. To our dear computer teacher who is the software of 11B; whose eyes are webcam, whose words are our commands of 11++ program. Even though you are the hard disk of our hearts we still love you for being a good supporter. The 1^st time we met you, we knew deep in our heart that you were a limited edition but you were like NOKIA 1100. We know this letter is stupid but we are sure nobody has ever written you a letter on this day. You deserve this wish. Happy teachers day again!!!!