Historical Passion!

I was browsing through all the blog posts I have written, when I realized that I have forgotten one important aspect – I have. It is the factor which differentiates me from others, makes me all the more unique and which influences most of the actions I do – My passion for history!! So in this blog post I am going to reveal the effect of the past on me and in short the history of history in my life!!

When I first got excited about it………………………………………

I think it was in third standard , the teacher was taking another ‘boring’ class on the Neanderthal man and telling us how history could be divided into – ancient , medieval and modern and all the other basics……

Me being rude didn’t hide the fact that I was bored with it…..let out a yawn. A yawn which changed the course of my life! The teacher hearing my big yawn realized how BORING she was and decided to tell us a story.

A story how Charles Darwin found about the evolution of species, about how there were only inorganic molecules when life started , how we found fire, wheel , clothes etc etc

What interested me most was the story of Darwin himself, how his theory was not accepted, how he struggled to prove it. Soon I started becoming inquisitive of everything that happened before we were born , the idea of the same house being so different and having different people in different points of time appalled me!

Actually thinking about it now, I think that people excite me more than the events or the places. I don’t care if a story is about a coal miner in Scotland or a Dalit person in Pondicherry; it is the feelings of a person which gives life to it.

Without a person called HITLER the world war 2 wouldn’t have become so appealing, ie, a villain is required everywhere to animate a story , or a person like Mahatma Gandhi is required to make an incident all the more charming and interesting. Sometimes historians/people would pick a topic just to criticize it ! Many read the story of Mahatma just to criticize his techniques and decision…the point is he at least took the decision and responsibility unlike the people who just talk about it and created a democratic forum to talk about it!

Sorry, I become a tad to passionate and went off the subject!!

Why I like it SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much……………..

As I mentioned above , I like the human’s unpredictable feelings which makes history so diverse and hard to take.

In a prudential point of view, I think history is an awesome way to score marks. I can imagine the frown in your faces! Seriously , history is an easy subject , once you know that you have the passion for it you can score in it.

Unlike math, we can know the questions which can come. However you don’t need to mug it as many of my friends think. I deal it like a story, In many textbooks there is no hero for an incident. They just state the hardcore statistics and the reasons and impact of an incident. What we as students should do is , give life to the people in the incident.

You can never tell that there are no people involved in an historic incident. It is People Who Form History, so give the crowd of people who marched in the jallian wala bagh some life, you would easily remember the date , place , no. of people and the villain- General Dyer! L

I love the culture involved when reading history, first we knew that man was a monkey , then that he worshipped the nature , then gods and formed his divisions based on it –to make it easier for him and in the end made it only tougher by fighting over it!!

the ugly duckling

Reading about the caste (Varna) system in India , the protestants and Catholics of Europe , the division between the rich and the poor always boggle my mind! It amazes the faith we have in our form of worship and the greed we have to not share things with the deprived!

I don’t know why , but I always end up loving books on discrimination! The female discrimination seriously makes my blood boil and I am happy that I was not born in that time as 1 !

Speaking about freedom , I suggest all of you to read this book called ‘ a place called freedom’ by Ken Follett. It’s a rather old book, but it would open our eyes to our current state to.

Saying that I am revealing the most important reason I love history – it opened my eyes to the present world to. If we observe the old way of life makes feel happy and sad about the changes in today’s world

Eg. Present day – Scientific improvement

      Past days – No environmental degradation were present.

So overall history teaches us what we were yesterday, shows how lucky/unlucky we are today and makes us ponder how we can achieve development or at least some balance with the angels and demons of the society.

The influence it has on me ………….

1. I regularly read biographies and nonfiction books which helps me keep my foot on the ground.
2. I have millions of role models right from Chandra Gupta Maurya to Meera to Ashoka to Winston Churchill to our great Sai Baba! ;)
3. It has made me respect other subjects as even math has a history!! I also <3 scientific inventions because of the history in it ( who can forget Archimedes’ Eureka! )
4. Made me socially conscious J and has given a burning desire to contribute something to the society and my historical country and not to just live in it and talk bad about it.

On the whole history has shaped my present and is in the process of molding my future and is surely going to be an integral part of my life!!

 I Love History!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 

                                             Semi!!

Love story - Part 1

Following the Valentine’s Day I have decided to start off a series (like the stories in magazines) in my blog. Hopefully it is a gift for you all! If it is sad and bad you can inform me and I would consider stopping it! As it is February it is absolutely a rom-com attempt and don’t worry – I wont continue in this font =P

Btw all the characters in this story ( ies) are fictional and any resemblance to them in real life is absolutely Co incidental! J

The following part is a piece of evidence/ suicidal mistake compiled by the stupidest group of girls you will ever see (maybe that is said to every group of girls :D)

Hi everybody! We are the ‘queeen bees’ here. We are a bunch of 4, 3 of us are already hooked to some loser or the other, except 1 character called ‘Dinky’, her real name? Oh! We forgot it! [Wait! SHEILA forgot it, godo and Jappy didn’t]

So, our motive? To find a guy, no more like THE guy for Dinky, who always seems to be choosing the wrong guys!!

It is payback time for us gals, Dinky has helped us in all sorts of ways and we haven’t done anything – yet.....

Where did we get this insane idea of turning into match makers?

Flash back, a week back

In the same old beach

The girls were ‘spending’ time in the beach ‘alone’ (which meant without their boy friends) as they did every 2 days. This time it was different Dinky (their un named leader) came 2 hrs late! 2hrs!! Accepted that 1 hr off time was acceptable but 2hrs was a bit too much -  for their gang at least!

So dim wit yet 1 st to spit Sheila opened her mouth ( her named had become popular after sheila ki jawani so she forgot her nick name  ‘la’ overnight!)

“ Dinku....”

“ Don’t call me that!”

“ Dinky ... isn’t it kind of late? Isn’t it .......”

“ what? Against the rules? For gods sake Sheila! We aren’t teenagers anymore! I have job to attend”

“ So do I”  opened up godo ( who got angry only when her name got mis pronounced which was ‘often’ to put it mildly. It was “goo” from goose or Google and ‘do’ from pizza ‘dough’ , why she named herself needs a special edition in itself)

“ Sitting all day in your home and scribbling blogs is not a work!”

“ Dinky aren’t you hurting your feelings by telling so?” came in the ever sensitive Jappy

“ Aren’t you hurting mine?”

They sighed. No one good win arguments with Dinky full stop .  However they could have free ice creams from her money as usual.

“ok man , lets go inside Arun and talk” said Sheila who had started it

“ What! @!#$@%........” No she wasn’t going to end it

In the following stream of un necessary words, the girls or the bees ( queeen bees) heard more than they ought to.

One thing certain was that Dinky needed a GUY , as their ears pained from the rubbish and some loser ought to share this sacred task. And they wanted the ice creams :) 

Back to the present

So ppl! U saw why she needs a guy so badly. Our 1 st plan is to search the area for guys and the most prospective place is Dinky’s temple/asylum: her ‘OFFICE’

Going un invited won’t help , but we can’t help it coz we are going to help her!! (Doesn’t it sound good  Jappy? )

Btw we are typing this to check the blame share if the plan fails which is 100% impossible

-          written by the blogger “godo” J

                                                                      a semi creation

To Be Continued

Last week in the green colored building .

This is it. My school life in Bala Vidya Mandir is almost over - full stop. Oh! How I love for more commas and semi colons..........

This place has been my home for the past 12 years, if numbers mean anything. I am sorry if the blog post comes out in coherent. I am not going to edit it. I am just spilling it from my heart – a heavy one.

I remember writing in my other blog post that this place is as green as a mental asylum , let it be, at least it is MY asylum. Every one thinks its my fault  because I’m voluntarily leaving but however hard this maybe I have a life in front of me to plan for and B V M just doesn’t fit in....

sweet monsters

However, the millions of monsters who I love, my friends do fit in , Heck! They are there in Plan A to Z +  They are the only species who can put tears in my eyes by that 1 phrase “I will Miss you” . As if I don’t , no one except me knows how many nights I have gone sleepless due to fear of  the terrible nightmares  featuring these sweet monsters...

This is technically my last day , but I came back home. Why? To go to the ‘doctor appointment ‘ I have to attend as I told the principal or to study ‘science’ as I told these monsters? NO NO NO!!! Idiots! I am scared of u ppl! Scared that you would restrain me , scared that I would break down , Scared that I would tell how horrible I am feeling , the heaviness in my heart , the billions of butter flies in my stomach , Scared that I would cry ; make you guys , technically shit scared about every reaction I would give as I don’t want to offend you for even 1 moment......scared....yes ..... scared!

half empty

So what has this skl done to me ?

No one remembers about a girl called Samyuktha .J of class 2 . She didn’t even EXIST , if she had left then , she wouldn’t have even had 1 soul telling her bye from the heart. But now , there is this new creature called semi , who is not even considered a homo sapien ,  a perfectly crazy character everyone seems to be liking , who is tortured with un surpassing love from her favorite monsters every day , who is writing with so much confidence (given from her teachers)  , who is also known as Samyuktha. Yes! This skl has made me Semi , a superiorly intelligent creature who loves you all and who always will. =P

What have I done to the skl?

Nothing much . No medals , no certificates , no inclination towards perfectly normal subjects like math and science . A big mouth , rude to almost everyone at some point of time , always littering the skl campus with samosas papers , I have always done bad things to my poor skl L Yet it has always protected me , supported and encouraged me through my highs and lows.

I so badly wanted to write a poem for this post, but apparently my brain ain’t working (what with exams, ‘I miss you’‘s and myself) So sorry!

Now I want to thank some out of the whole for always being there. I know many others would feel enraged for not mentioning them, Pls forgive me as always . Be assured of a personal letter for each of u guys, which I can give only at the end of March.

The first thank you would go to Sahitya Mahesh, my oldest friend J through you I have found Semi. However we maybe now, you are the most special friend I ever had and will have.

Next A BIG one to Meds Easwar =D I haven’t told this b4. Meds! You are the best partner I ever had and the only one who has taken an oath for me ! =P I will seriously miss every minute I spent with you and if there was 1 person I could kidnap to my new skl – it is you!

Next to Poori no Poornima Krishnan =P If you check this blog you would find that I have used her name the most yet she wants a spl post for herself! ( kidding) My closest friend . She knows my darkest sides and I think I know everything abt her except her dad of course =P  who I have never met.

The 4 th one is Juni! ( arjun ganesh =P )  A spontaneous replier to whatever I post on Fb , he somehow manages to have my samosas , parotas and act as if I owe him! I will seriously miss that! =P

One to Tanushree! She is my fall guy when I’m in a bad mood. I swear at her because she doesn’t like me do that =D Tanu you are one person I can never live without!

Diya A huge thank you to you for forgiving me for doing all the atrocious things to you =P Be it the 7^th std back slap (!) , rude phone calls , bad timing , teasing your height , forgetting your b’day (!) you have always forgiven and I have survived! =P thank you!

Sadly due to all sorts of constraints I would have to end it here!

I will always never forget you all , if I do you have all the powers to kill me!!!!!!!

Ps : Shivani! =P If you are reading this post till here , I Love you! ( always had the doubt that you don’t fully read my posts) You are my Bestest friend unfortunately =P and I cant pass an action without thinking about you ( I would always think if it irritates you) Life without you is going to be SUICIDE , I am going to do it , so wish me all the best!

btw there is always the prospect of me failing my entrance exams or screwing up my interview! cheers!

                                                                                                  Yours lovingly

                                                                                                 Semi aka bodo