11 Sep 2009
The slippery ball rolled fast and furious outside the white line. To be only declared "out" by the referee. The opponent team’s captain gleefully came forward to take it, for a free hit. The captain of my team could only watch in horror and fear, drenched in cold sweat, since the other captain was the best player of the tourney. It didn't help that we were lagging behind by two goals.
As soon as the other captain took the outside, my captain snatched the ball from him and passed it to me. I ran with it and kicked it with all my force. A gooooaaaaal! Yay! We now had to score only one more to level. But, hey, the referee pointed it out as a foul! Our joy instantly faded. We were all grim. I was feeling horribly guilty. For letting the entire team down! The other team was getting ready to take the foul's free kick. Again. Oh no.
Our hearts sank. A bead of sweat trickled down my forehead onto my cheek. The referee blew the whistle. The opponent team's captain came forth to take the foul. I closed my eyes out of fear. And then I just blanked out. I heard a sharp shrill ringing. The referee's whistle? Snapping me out of complete darkness.
I quickly opened my eyes to find myself on my bed in my room, drenched in cold sweat. My alarm had come to rescue me from this nightmare.
Me and football? I’d say that’s impossible. And it wouldn't be a great surprise if I ended up making only foul hits in this tacky game!
Outa Control... Crazy
Apologize - One Republic
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Quick Gun Murugun!
26 Aug 2009
She was walking to school, her water bottle swaying by her side, carrying her bag with a strange pride (contained precious notes of the class topper ;) ), and walking with long strides (she was tall). Her short hair played with the wind and she had to groom them every now and then.
She was all of fourteen and in the Tenth, but still she carried a blue ‘Doraemon’ bag and a red water bottle to school. She had not become a "young adult" like the rest of her classmates. It's not that she was not fashionable. She wore two watches of the latest trend alternatively.
Hmm, "strange girl" you would say if you knew her. I would agree. She was crazy with a weird sense of humor and great guts and really innocent. Not to forget, with a 24X7 talking mouth.
But in the class, she was a genius, the teachers couldn’t answer her questions. One of a kind. My plight was that she was my close friend.
Anyways she quickened her steps reflexly. Her watch showed she was five minutes late. It was the extra class you see, so if you weren’t on time you would have to miss the class. She hurried.
She was going upstairs to her class looking into the other empty classrooms and enjoying the silence (she enjoyed almost everything!) as only her class had been called for the extra classes. Every classroom had two doors. Usually one was kept closed. She reached the closed door of her class and looked in.
She saw the short guy with strange hair. She smiled in amusement. She was reminded of how her friends used to think she used to like him and she would laugh at their silly idea as the guy barely reached her shoulders!
She was about to enter the class when a breeze blew her hanky away. She went to fetch it and her bottle fell. She went forward to retrieve it. Suddenly she noticed a beeping red light in the next class. Her teacher had not arrived yet. She saw no harm in going in and checking. It was concealed behind the lower cupboard of the class but the latch had opened up. She noticed the source of the light was a network of intricately arranged wires. She realized what it was and almost jumped to tell the others.
Then, she noticed that her shiny shoe had a non shiny part. A transparent film from nowhere had stuck to her shoes. She was about to leave the room when she noticed another beeping light on the door. She got it. If she would leave the room the film would be detected and the bomb will go BOOM! She thought quickly.
Just then she saw her teacher about to enter her class. She called out to her, explained the seriousness of the issue to her briefly. The teacher’s face grew grim. She evacuated the class. My friend was left alone in the class. She began piling all the benches, teacher’s desk, chair, computer block, etc in front of the cupboard where the bomb was kept.
She did this to minimize the effect of the explosion. She then ran out of the room and jumped into the next room.
BOOM! There was a huge explosion. The whole building shook but nothing fell off. Only the class where the bomb was placed was badly hit and a wall or half of the other classes fell.
The rescue people arrived. They searched for her in the debris. Her friends came to know about what she had done just then. Some of her classmates rushed upstairs. The short guy I referred to above didn’t know anything about her, but came up as he heard the explosion. He noticed her hand feebly making its way out of the debris. He let out a scream, the rescuers rushed to pull her out.
She was so weak she couldn’t laugh when she came to know who saved her. Later she almost jumped out of joy when her bag was retrieved safe and good with all her notes intact. It was found hanging by the window in her class.
Dear diary, everybody is not as lucky as my friend. I don’t know how many thousands of people have died in such attempts of cruelty. We may have lost thousands of such intellectuals who may have proved Newton’s laws false. I fail to understand how some people can take pleasure in killing millions of innocent people. Anyways diary I got to go. I got homework to do.
Wondering about these things...
18 Aug 2009
My mom woke me up today morning, asking me to open the high window. It was raining and she wanted fresh breeze to flow into the house. I quickly got up, opened the window, and enjoyed the pleasant breeze on my face. I then fell back on bed. Suddenly, to my disappointment, it stopped raining. It reminded me of my long rivalry with rain...
I had never enjoyed getting all wet in the rain. Why? During the rainy season, I always wished it shouldn’t rain when I am going to school or while coming home. But my dear clouds would drop off their watery weight on me only during that time. OK, that’s fine. But not when you are carrying home precious notes and you don’t have an umbrella, and you think your bag is water proof, and when you reach home you realize it isn’t. What can one do? Sue the Monsoon Company? Luckily, I use water-proof ink. My notes are safe. Luckily again, my notebooks are generally do not get so wet.
Usually, when it rains while am coming home (I walk it all the way along with my friend) my friend’s home comes to our rescue. I don’t like barging into her house when it’s raining but what else can I do? She says it’s perfectly alright, I feel it’s perfectly alright, but obviously if she doesn't want me there, she can’t tell me to get out straight on the face.
Anyways, the worst is when it rains while going to school. Fortunately either the greenery on roadside protects me, or my dad drops me at school often. Thanks dad!
I enjoy rain while sitting at home with a novel in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other (or mom’s homemade soup) and sitting in the balcony with mom, simply enjoying the breeze. But, that never happens. I’m not home when it rains, or it stops raining just when I reach the balcony.
You only get to hear about ‘the hours of steady rain’ nowadays. The rain only ends up making the day more humid rather than cool. Anyways when it rains and when I am home, I generally run into the kitchen and sit on the platform and ask my mom to make soup. We chat while the soup boils, and just when we take it to the balcony, settle down, my dear friend stops raining.
But, today I don’t have any complaints. Though it stopped raining as soon as I got up in the morning, it rained again at noon and again in the evening. Today is a holiday and I even had a bowl of soup in the evening when it rained, sitting in the balcony with mom. And, today even the temperatures dropped! So, dear rain, I take back all my complaints. :)
Akon - Beautiful
1 Jul 2009
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