Ah Mr. Darcy!!!

Take Notice

So, when you are in the verge of feeling frustrated, angry, gloomy, cranky, just stop to think.

Is it even worth it? Is it worth that much of your energy? Take it easy!!

I mean, come on now, whatever happens, life has to go on. So do you really really wanna spend the next few days or hours in those good-for-nothing feelings. Give your best shot at everything and sit back, relax and watch what happens. It goes well? There you go! You feel good :) It doesn't? Laugh at it as though it was the funniest play you ever went to. Its just a matter of conversion. Convert your good-for-nothing feelings into those that you can laugh at. Take everything in a light sense. Never let anything rule you. Never let the feelings get the better of you.

Trust in me when I tell you, its a Boggart. Its a sadist taking pleasure in what you don't want to be feeling. And you remember the remedy right? Laugh at it. Its ridikulus!

You still aren't able to arrive at that temperament?

Well do something out of the way...

Like...

Dress up in a way you normally wouldn't approve of

Put up a dumb post in your blog when its least expected of you (like my last one)

Laugh like hell at the stupidest joke you can come up with

SMS the first thing which comes to your mind, without stopping for a 0th review, 1st review...

Behave as if you haven't a care in the world and that you are waiting for THE ULTIMATE thing that can happen in your life. This is the thing you are allowed to show your feelings for, THAT is what really matters. However, you'll never know that you can never identify what that thing is! It is a search where your quest never ends.

Which is good, nonetheless..

Take it easy,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

I don wannabe..... A Murderer!!

Well the title says it all..

I killed a grasshopper... Now, don't laugh. It was a giant grasshopper... Flying all over and scaring the guts out of us. Well, it liked my cot best though and happily settled there. Even after a lot of shooing n stuff it did not budge. Well it wanted to sleep there and so did I. So, I n my roomie wanted to kill it. I handed her the weapon of murder - 'A broomstick'. After watching her do a sorry job out of it, in a fury I snatched the weapon (aka broomstick) and hit it, hit it, hit it!!!

You know what happened? All the dust the broom has ever helped clean is now in my bed and the grasshopper very much alive. Grrrrrr.... Well all the humbug drove away my wanting to sleep, and frustrated by that, I brought the broom with a full blow on the grasshopper. Well.... Um.... It lost a leg, and a wing... And there it was lying lopsided on my cot (which looked nothing more than a typical dustbin right now).

It was lil uneasy you know. It did nothing except settling on my cot and dying for that is a big price. But then, it was very old I suppose. Grasshoppers are supposed to be green rite? This one was brown. So then my theory takes form. Killing somebody is wrong. But killing somebody who'd anyway die sometime soon might be forgivable. I know its stupid!!!

So the tough part, getting rid of the dead body. Folded the bedspread along with the grasshopper and it wriggled. Good heavens, it wasn't dead but horribly crippled. Which is much much much worse. N, my roomies who did a fantastic job previously of screaming whenever it chose to fly now look at it like a lil baby. And there it dawned - 'I'm a murderer and a dirty one at that'

I could have opted for mercy killing. But then enough and more sins for the day. I'l never figure out why I chose this to be blog material.

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

Anne (pronounced Anne, spelled with an e).

Letting it show

Are you the kind of person who lets your emotions show in your face? Would others be able to tell what state of mind you are in by just looking at you? And are you okay with that?

I agree, that could be called remaining true to oneself, others, blah blah blah....

But what when, it becomes a problem? Like

You are in heights of happiness for some reason. This Reason you've arrived at, believed it true, your wild imagination spree starts, you grin, you blush, you're happy, your face is beaming, you're radiating happiness. Its okay to be spreading this kind of cheer in the air. But what IF, the reason you had was on a shaky foundation. What IF you had it all wrong. Your imagination comes crashing to the ground, and so does your self-esteem. You are angry you let yourself get carried away. Even if you aren't to blame, you think you suddenly seem vulnerable to even such a silly thing. You think everything was ridiculous, a lousy mistake.

You are this eccentric cheerful person, getting everyone around you to laugh. You make everybody laugh, the laughter which crosses the decent scale acceptable in society. Being that person, one day something is bugging you and your face is the crankiest thing possible. You are irritating to the core snapping at everybody who comes your way, no time for retrospection. You are Crankiness Personified. Then people come and ask you the reason for your mood. Why should this question alone be met with a proper reply? Mr./Ms. Crankiness Personified snaps at them. Later, you think everything was ridiculous, a lousy mistake.

All this, cos you are an expert at flexing you facial muscles to project what you are feeling. And most of the times, at a later point you end up repenting what you did earlier. So, why vent your emotions? Why not keep a hold on your integrity then? Good for you, good for everybody.

For the greater good,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

Enlightened to Enlighten

Holy Cross Anglo Indian Higher Secondary School

Nostalgia as I step into the campus, to cast my vote first time. Dad being a dutiful citizen, dragged me out of the bed at 6:15. I groggily went without taking bath to my beloved campus. It then struck me - how much I miss my school.

The bell would ring at 8:30. I and my sis would start running from home at 8:27 and yes make it in time. School was stone's throw away from home. First hour everyday, for 14 years was Moral Science. To my alma mater, it was values before knowledge, everytime. Today, I realise how much these values have become an integral part of me.

LKG - Report Card arrives home carrying my Mam's comments 'Promotion Doubtful'

Yes, from my doubtful promotion to UKG to topping the district in 12th exams, my school has had the major role to play.

We eagerly looked forward to lab sessions and always got accurate readings. In case we did not, went to the extent of repairing the equipment themselves. Once, I emerged all greasy after making all the Daniel and Lechlanche cells in the lab work. The lab staff encouraged that kind of stuff. Here in college though, I hate labs. I literally HATE lab sessions.

The school chapel - no better place to pray. This is default in my itinerary on my visits to Tuty. I spend atleast half an hour there. The silence, peace, goodness this place brings. I miss tuty for that.

The mission sales - A full day sale on campus, where the profits are given to the mission. The innumerable stuff we come up with for selling - My, that was so cool!! Putting up a shamiana, the size of our basketball court- calling it the 12B restaurant. Ourselves waiting at the tables. Finally competing for the class with the max profit. :) Chopping up kgs and kgs of fruits to prepare delicious Fruit Salad, with milk powder, vanilla essence, raisins and nuts, chill it and store it for the next day. Ah, mouth watering even when I think about it.

Special classes in the evening, were we do nothing better than throng our canteen. Special classes in the summer hols for 12th when we were the only ones on campus. We did every possible stunt :p Those days when we bunk in school to leave for excursion early the next morning. Midnight basketball, sleeping in the corridor, scaring others with the eerie noises and secretly being scared ourselves. Ends with a good hearing from our staff, who is secretly amused with all this but then does her duty of scolding us :p

Dance practices in the auditorium above the labs. The age old building would literally shake when we are on our practising spree. The throw ball sessions during P.T class where the whole wide campus can hear our outroar. Thats coz we show 101 reactions for each throw like we're pro.

The buildings - The block where I spent my 6th and 7th std carried this sign 'Tread softly. Do not run' There were visible cracks over the place. Those days we dreaded landing along with debris on the primary class kids right below us. Our dreadful fantasies came to an end with the building being brought down and a trendier one was constructed.

And to think that all this was made possible by four French sisters who came down in 1904 to the small town of Tuticorin and sowed seeds to the larger than life school that it is today! More than a 100 years old, it is sure to witness the coming centuries, with students entering and leaving the portals of this shrine of learning. And I shall, forever be proud to brand myself a Holy Crossian!!!

http://www.holycross-ais.org/

Forever indebted,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)