First disaster for this chocolate freak!

4 and a half years old

I moved stealthily into the kitchen to find my kitty bank and carefully removed a 5 rupee coin from the coin box, i then threw it in my mouth to hide it.
Dad who was busy reading 'The Hindu' dint notice me leaving home.

I rushed to a near by shop and asked the shop keeper for a chocolate- i said 'Dairy milkkkk!!!' Oh no! the coin instantly slipped into my throat...'ya i swallowed it'. I walked back home with my head down to the ground..as i reached i soon rushed to the kitchen and gulped in 2 glasses of water and then quietly back to the drawing room..i moved closer to my dad...i soon observed that my eyes were substituted to news paper. He asked me what i wanted...i put my hand on his shoulder and said 'Da..d! I.....swallowed a coin' Dad (confused)said 'just leavveeee!' i then repeated the same forcing my face to look more steady and serious...hoping that dad would believe me at least now. Oh ya it worked! he carried me and ran to his bike...making me sit in the front he rode to the hospital..i kept wondering why he had to CARRY ME...i dint hurt my leg swallowing a coin, did i? anyways may b he was just tensed...i convinced myself.

A nurse directed us to the Emergency hall where i sat down as still as a mouse having no clue of whats gonna happen. Dad took me out for an X ray... we waited for a several minutes to get the report, Taking the reports he ran to the doctor...i slowly went behind him.

Dr.Srinivas( i very well remember) asked me if i drank too much of water after i swallowed the coin(placing the x ray sheet on the holder).
I(amazed)- 'Oh ya doctor! magiccccc! how did you know?
Dr(tensed or angry?)- 'Not magic! but look here, can u see the water flowing like water falls above the coin?'
I-'ummmm ahhh yaaaa! looks beautiful... but how?
Dr-' the coin which u swallowed blocked the oesophagus and therefore it dint allow the water to go in
I( scratching head)

Doctor then spoke to dad about some treatment called endoscopy...
I(scratching head more vigorously) asked the doctor what endoscopy was?
The Doctor-'Endoscopy issszzzzz....(knock on the door)
He blessed me touching my head( i felt the warmth of his palm) and left the room along with dad leaving me alone.
A fat lady came in holding a tray.
She sat beside...held my hand and injected serum into my skin! ouchhhh! it hurt more than the injection which i took to shoo away my fever.
She then held my shoulder and made me lie on the bed.
Another calm looking doctor came in along with a nurse..they stood behind my head...asking me to open my mouth..i did...he told 'Wider' in a loud tone... i did.... he soon inserted a tube with some tool into my throat....deep in my throat i could feel it...it hurt and i couldn't cry too..horrible moment.
He successfully removed the coin out and showed it to me.

Dad and Dr.srinivas came in as this evil doctor walked out...i looked at Dr.srinivas with anger fuming with in which meant( why the hell dint u tell me endoscopy was this bad! else i would have ran away)
Anyways i told myself..'kay! shruthi, u can spare him'
My dad looked worried but he hid it within and pushed a smile out which looked terrible on his face.
4 hours later we left the hospital
on the way back, dad asked me what's the most expensive currency in the world.
I thought for a while and said 'ummm dad! may be pounds or something...'
Dad- 'NO'
I- 'then'?
Dad-'Its our indian currency...Rupees.
I- whattt? howww?i yelped like a fox
Dad-'did you know that u made me spend Rs.10000 just for this 5 rupee coin...don't u think its so bloody expensive'? and don't u think this coin is precious enough to be placed at the museum?
Me and dad broke into a laughing spree as we got back home.
Mom caught us laughing and gave a dirty look.

My dad decided to save that tiny precious coin so that he could show it to me whenever i asked him for chocolates
But that couldn't held me back from eating them.

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Choco freak ;)(having ferrero rocher)

Winging thoughts

The National commerce talent test laid a platform making it a brilliant avenue for me to learn the tactics of transforming this narrow path into a success accomplishing one. I was called upon to undertake a session at 'LOYOLA ACADEMY' which was acquainted to me just 24hours before.
The next day morning,I arrived but unrehearsed,
At that juncture i came up with an extremely odd person who asked me to wait about 20minutes outside the gates just because i dint posses a college ID card, this man looked funny with a slapped nose and was shabbily dressed in khakhi, a gatekeeper i suppose.
A pleasant man with a pleasant weather after an extremely smooth travel in a public transport was a perfect combo...Sigh!

Later on i was let through confirming with a staff at the premises.

The campus could completely pacify the feel of a college, it looked spacious and boundless, there was a smart basket ball stadium where i had mind to go dodging around which was accompanied by a cricket ground which looked wide spread... where as you couldn't possibly dream about acquiring one in BADRUKA..:(!
I got my eyes stuck to a notice board as i entered which apprised about the timings of the session, notified as 'second batch- sruthi(will any one ever learn to spell my name? Its SHRUTHI!!!) and naveen.(2.40pm)
I turned back to see The father of the college(HOD) and a formally dressed boy along with him walking up to me, we introduced ourselves, took refreshments and kicked off.
He indubitably was a great guy to work with, we brewed out our thoughts together and came up to a conclusion.
As the clock struck 2.10 we were directed to a hall which was capacious and could possibly accommodate 300 people.
Naveen was all set with his laptop and his self prepared slides but on the other hand all i had was just a mild information on every intrinsic topic,we sat down along with the crowd contemplating as well as eagerly waiting for the commencement of the session just like everyone else did,
The assorted crowd looked like a fusion of professionals and bouncers.
The people who were seated at back where already fallen asleep( no surprise)

The first batch walked up and spoke about 'Demand analysis' for which i dint give heed to and started gearing up on my topic

And then came my turn, I went up with the mike facing the audience, gave a nice wide smile and turned back to the screen....."Fishhhhhhh!!! WTF?????" was the only thought which got glued on my mind, There was a biggest blunder shown on the screen, surprisingly it wasn't spotted by the people,
A topic called 'Rectification of errors' flickered on my head from no where, i soon adopted myself to it as quickly as a chameleon.
Naveen kept gazing at me still not realizing the reason for a sudden shift.
But this made my job easier as the slides explored with a lot of errors.
The mission accomplished and i once again sat down along with the crowd elucidating naveen about the blunder he made.
Once the session came to an end, we went around exploring the campus until we were called back.
We went back to the pavilion while others filled their feed back forms, A guy pushed his chair back..stood and screamed" Shruthi^^^ are you a FIRST year???? he hurried
Awe!(I soon gotta jerk) and softly replied "YES, certainly i am ....is it a SIN???
He Grinned and sat back.

I felt ecstatic to know that i was the second best performer at the session.

Its an aura of excellence to me, Hence posted ;)

Special one for 'YOU'

Wondering who that 'you' is? Am sure 'HE' will understand 'YOU'. Confused?
"Mr.YOU" am sure your head is spinning and i can see u uttering a few words like, "Is she insane"?
But am sure 'YOU' know who "Mr.YOU" is. Am sure friends "HE" knows who "YOU" is.
So i guess i have made one thing clear that HE=YOU.
Now who 'HE' is? HE= MY GUY
HE=YOU
Hence YOU=MY GUY.


Now LOVE=MY GUY,
YOU=MY GUY=LOVE (Hence proved)

NO MORE TRYSTS

I have always been accused of being unromantic and tagged as a girl who can never fall in love.
Everybody falls in love at least once in their life because its such a beautiful emotion and so did i not just fallen but drowning deeper and deeper with every passing day.
'Love' is the most unconditional feeling that one can have for somebody.
Wonder how will somebody know whether he/she has fallen in love?
If u aren't able to give a particular reason for falling in love with him,
it becomes so obvious that u have fallen for that person.
It was the same case with me, people asked me why have u chosen him out of all the guys here. "I don't know, it was just a moment of spark" was my answer to them.

I love 'you' the most.
Sharing difficulties is not as easy as sharing joy,
'you' are someone whom i would want to hug when am happy and your words can definitely get me out of distress and pain.
I never thought I had the capacity to love anybody as much as I love you right now. Yet, my love for you continues to mature.
'i know i have got you hurt many a times, am sorry da!'YOU' can make me repent the moment i get harsh at you.
Your voice when i listen to over the phone, takes me to a land which is an alien to the word frustration.

LOVE IS FINDING YOUR BEST FRIEND, i found u.

At this moment i get the flashes of march 6th, with a few tears in my eyes and
that particular sms of the previous night
'The last day of our paarkamaley kaadhal is gonna end' brings smile :)

I really mean every word in the above lines. In fact, I mean much more but definitely not able to express it still better.

I've pen down this just to tell you that i love you.


And ya friends i want u people to say 'AHHH!!!!!!!!! lucky guy' wont you?

Changing desires in life!

"kanna,what do u wanna become when u grow up?" asked mom, trying to push another handful of food inside my mouth...i replied saying-"Ma, i want to become a doctor".
Mom's lips widened and she said "i am proud of u, but may i know why?"
I replied "to put injection to my teacher" i retorted. she soon burst into a laughing spree along with dad and said "pity your teacher". I soon said "pity me, she gives so much of home work."
"mom i want to be a doctor" and that's how it started....

When i was 8 years old, on one fine day my relatives had come home for a particular occasion. "Do you know me " they would ask . Honestly there would be hardly 1 0r 2 whom I could recognize . But as per the instructions from my dad I always replied " Of course aunty .. How can I forget you "...and thankfully they never asked anything beyond that..But on that day they had another question, asked me what i wanted to be...but this time i had a different answer, i told them that i wanted to have a chocolate factory for myself so that i can eat how many ever chocolates i want to, hence my dad and mom can never stop me from eating chocolates. There followed a thunder bolt of laughter.
No wonder they laughed then and no wonder i laugh now :).

As i turned 10 i wanted to be an artist and when i was 12 i wanted to be a tennis player, at 14 an architect but i really stopped telling myself that i want to become something as i turned 16, confusion inside me, outside me and around me.

Well , the desires do keep changing .What you desired today might not be the same tomorrow. But however the heart which desires remains the same . And its always the human nature to keep desiring .So its better to stop arguing against desires and just let them run free..
And it is these desires that makes life lively . Irrespective of how big, how small, how foolish or even how clever they are , these desires are always special and provides us with the joyous moments in life.

"keep desiring, come what may."

Why do we dream?

This is a question which keeps rising now and then within myself,
I surfed to know why actually do we dream,
I learned that dream is an involuntary series of visual or emotional thoughts occurring in the mind during sleep-like state,which simply means u never stop thinking even during asleep, you don't know what exactly are you thinking during asleep unless u dream.

Research reveals that dream is associated with REM sleep. waves given out by the brain during sleep are large and faster during REM. Most adults dream 5 to 6 times in one night. They occur every 90 to 100 minutes and last 5-10minutes.

The pathways of the nerve impulses from the brain to the muscles are blocked, therefore body doesn't move during dreams.

This is all i read about why we actually dream.

I have recently dreamt something very different and odd, which was more like a dream in dream. The research says that its because of the emotional thoughts occurring while someone is asleep, does that really mean am creative in dreaming as well? sounds nice though ;).

My brain never stops raising questions, I still have too many questions as in,

If its really that every adult dreams about 5 to 6 times in one night,
why is that we remember only a few dreams very accurately?
Either we shouldn't remember any of them or we should remember them all.

Its said that the body parts doesn't move during your dreams, but i have seen my mom complaining almost every morning that i talk during asleep or sometimes i had even punched her arm while i dreamt up. Does that mean the nerves from my hand aren't connected to the brain? :|

This study has not brought much of the information which i wanted.

Search continues.......

Bang on

Amazed! Am i on the track or is a track, tracking me?
Am i really the 23rd ranker in "The National Commerce Talent Test" among all those 98000 students who appeared?, am i really thaaaaat good at it? If i was why couldn't i get a decent score in my boards?
Though i couldn't really search for any of the answers for these questions, it really feels esteemed to be called as The 23rd ranker across south states and one among the 3 in hyderabad. :) Glad, really if all those marks which i got belong to me alone.

Even be it my tennis life, started with an ease yet i had boomed it up.
Am sure to be promoted as a national player in much of a lesser time.

I don't really have knuckled down so much to receive all these rewards as a breeze. But i got to slog as to sustain it with me or may be to make it even more bigger. Iam pretty sure that doesn't really mean am going to be soon transformed into a geek, but yes,might be more of a lighter and a smarter version of a geek.

Waiting for people to call me smarty instead shruthi :p...
i hope that day comes with a gay within a decade.:D

A successful begining

"Yayyyyyyy! Am 18", i cheered out loud in the middle of a night, least concerned about the rest of the world. The fact that i had been neglecting so far - i no longer was a baby to crawl on the ground, the moment had come for me to arise and make the world look up to me.

I got into BCC - "Badruka college of commerce" through counselling, which i felt was unfulfilling at that time.
College life started with a lot of amusement and gladness; it has been continuing with the same spirit even now.

On a random day, i sat down contemplating on what my goal could be! I brought all my tasks to light, gave them a thought, I soon discovered that i didn't have a destined goal nor had i set one.
My passion could be my goal but then i don't latch onto one passion to which i can completely attend to.

Anyways, i at least managed to discover that my goal should involve creativity and passion.

One of my passions will be given life to. :)

DREAM SKY HIGH

A lonely bird flies across the sky
Brilliant... gliding wings fly
A single squeak sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... be here to fly

My timbre floats to be a part
I feel the beating in my heart
My spirit, one with this bird of sea
Now knows how worth is to fly free

I feel the winds deep in my soul
And soar are the streams without a goal
My being tizzies of delight
A treasure I received tonight

The seagull's flying at great height
The gift of what it means to fly

Afraid to lose?

What would you do if you were not afraid of failing?
or rather if you were assured that you wouldn't fail..
Think about it...
The fear of failure... It cripples you like any other fear...
You don't even try because you are afraid of failing.
How about conquering this fear ? You could keep trying and keep losing.
But you haven't lost until you admit defeat, until you have lost in your mind.
How many times have you said to yourself, "If only I had tried... !"
But if you don't even try, you have already lost.
You lose just because you are afraid to lose...
Ironic.. isn't it?

UNFORESEEN INTERMEDIATE DAYS

THE SPOOKY FIRST YEAR

My admittance into the intermediate level or the high school level itself was a swift from my unvarying life. I was last on the list to get myself in. It looked like I was thrust into a dissimilar planet where everything looked similar except the alone me. About 80 sparking eyes glared at one paired eyes, at the moment I couldn’t stand the gaze-shut my eyes and told myself-“What on earth am I doing here?” Then opened my eyes followed by a fake smile on my face as I broke in. I tracked down on an empty bench and sat. Then I realized that I had interrupted an already commenced class. I found the staff very amiable but on the other hand it took me a week time to start up a conversation with my classmates. Everything apparently felt as a piece of cake except for managing with my other bench mates. I had to muddle with the crowd as I realized that there is no other possible way and then gradually I found myself a group of three or four. Everything seemed as humdrum as my first day but I got myself adapted to it. Exams kept me busy of course which kept interrupting my bland school life. Finally am done with my first dreadful year. My vacation didn’t seem that very dis interesting. I made a couple of friends with whom I could easily blend with. Those two months of vacation fall into my memories.

Just before my second year mustered i executed that even then its a new year its all going to be the same for me except for that in the books. I got myself mentally processed for the new academic year.

THE ADMISSIBLE SECOND YEAR

As the day arrived I got myself prepared to look at the same wearisome faces. I knew that I couldn’t expect anything much more than the previous year. A self realization struck me that I shouldn’t keep myself mum as I would have to confront with dissimilar people at my nearest future. Classes commenced, I struggled to make myself look conventional and happier. New set of people walked into my class first as my classmates than row mates and then lately bench mates too. I managed getting along with them and tried hard to blend with them. I couldn’t completely yet it was manageable. My second year didn’t appear as boring as the previous year. Academically too I had renovated than the previous year. Immature and inane fights kept interrupting in between. Lately I was disturbed by some external forces which brought fear within me. But soon I managed to lead on through my personal life, HE WHO kept motivating me every time I fell back.
The second year got over as a lickety-split. I any how managed to get a reputable score.
As the parting time arrived I waved goodbye to my college and companions.
Though I don’t fancy my intermediate days it has taught me many more lessons of my life. It has turned an immature me into a fully-fledged and a matured being.
Thanks a lot BSAJC.