Well, it’s been bothering me for a while now. So I thought I’d blog about it.
Summer 13’s going to be an INSANE one. No school work. It’s going to be 5 months of nothing-to-do-but-chill and have a good break.
There’s a lot planned, a lot we hope to do. Some thins with friends, others with family.
But what happens after Summer? Post-August 2013, we’ll all be going our own ways. Some to India, Some to the US [WHICH IS A HUGE COUNTRY IN ITSELF], Some to the UK, Some to Canada, Some to Australia, Singapore, and some even decide to attend college in Dubai.
We all go our own ways, promising to stay in touch through the several forms of social networking websites. We promise to “Skype” and “BBM” often and that we’ll always be as close as we were in school. But let’s face it. That doesn’t always happen. College comes, and it’ll probably hit us hard. We’ll make new friends who we’ll spend the next 4 years of our life with. We’ll only meet our school/classmates during the summer. And what’s that compared to meeting everyday? We’ll all end up drifting apart even if we don’t like it.
Over the past 2 years, I’ve made some FANTASTIC friends. Gotten to know some absolutely incredible people and was a part of their lives, as they are a part of mine. What happens when we leave? Its the one question that’s stuck in my brain. “What happens when…?” The uncertainty of the future really is irritating at times.
I’ve reassured my friends and myself that no matter how far off, they’re going to have a hard time getting rid of me. I’m not letting go that easy. And I honestly hope that they don’t either.
On another note, Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone! EAT CHOCOLATES AND GET FAT! ITS THE PURPOSE OF TODAY.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
A Cappella
There's something about A Cappella, something that makes top my list of favorite genres of music. The art of creating music without musical instruments, relying solely on the primary music making technique, the voice.
Particularly, University/College A Cappella groups. Young Talent and absolutely fantastic. They're entertaining, fantastic, and give "some" of us the inspiration to continue singing.
Here are a couple of University based A Cappella Groups you need to check out:
- Penn Masala [University of Pennsylvania] - http://www.pennmasala.com/ & http://www.youtube.com/user/pennmasala
- Chai-Town [University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign] - http://chaitown.org/ & https://www.youtube.com/user/chaitownUIUC
- The Doo Wop Shop [University of Massachusetts - Amherst] - http://www.umassdoowopshop.com/ & https://www.youtube.com/user/mikoma77
The thing I like about these A Cappella bands is how they're signature songs are always a "Mashup" of 2 or more songs. Its a different level of creativity. Singing a song is one thing. Finding 2 songs that mash together perfectly and then singing them is something else entirely!
Check them out. Hopefully you'll love them as much as I do!
Particularly, University/College A Cappella groups. Young Talent and absolutely fantastic. They're entertaining, fantastic, and give "some" of us the inspiration to continue singing.
Here are a couple of University based A Cappella Groups you need to check out:
- Penn Masala [University of Pennsylvania] - http://www.pennmasala.com/ & http://www.youtube.com/user/pennmasala
- Chai-Town [University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign] - http://chaitown.org/ & https://www.youtube.com/user/chaitownUIUC
- The Doo Wop Shop [University of Massachusetts - Amherst] - http://www.umassdoowopshop.com/ & https://www.youtube.com/user/mikoma77
The thing I like about these A Cappella bands is how they're signature songs are always a "Mashup" of 2 or more songs. Its a different level of creativity. Singing a song is one thing. Finding 2 songs that mash together perfectly and then singing them is something else entirely!
Check them out. Hopefully you'll love them as much as I do!
Graduation '13
So, I'm a tiny part of the Batch of 2013. A batch that graduated from Dubai Modern High School last night at around 8pm.
And sitting up there, on stage, as the speakers announced, "ladies and gentlemen, we present to you the batch of 2013". Now that was something. We've been called a lot of thing, and p referred to as a lot, but until yesterday we had never really been called the "Batch of 2013". It has a ring to it.
I guess this is less of a "how I loved graduation" and "how I'm going to miss school life" and more of an apology.
Yesterday was a day of memories, and laughter and pictures. And I didn't get to completely enjoy that memory. There was just so much to do in so little time.
So many friends to take pictures with. Both of my batch and the batch below. So many parents to meet. So many teachers to meet. And I didn't get to meet them all.
Don't get me wrong, I loved the ceremony. Every bit of it. But I hated how we had so little time to meet everyone and have pictures taken. It hit me in the car ride back home, that I would never get to take a proper picture with these 11s and teachers again. I can't really do it when they're in school, and I come to visit as an ex-student.
It's not the same, I had one shot. And I blew it. And it sucks.
Going to end this one here, before I go on ranting.
See Y'all around.
And sitting up there, on stage, as the speakers announced, "ladies and gentlemen, we present to you the batch of 2013". Now that was something. We've been called a lot of thing, and p referred to as a lot, but until yesterday we had never really been called the "Batch of 2013". It has a ring to it.
I guess this is less of a "how I loved graduation" and "how I'm going to miss school life" and more of an apology.
Yesterday was a day of memories, and laughter and pictures. And I didn't get to completely enjoy that memory. There was just so much to do in so little time.
So many friends to take pictures with. Both of my batch and the batch below. So many parents to meet. So many teachers to meet. And I didn't get to meet them all.
Don't get me wrong, I loved the ceremony. Every bit of it. But I hated how we had so little time to meet everyone and have pictures taken. It hit me in the car ride back home, that I would never get to take a proper picture with these 11s and teachers again. I can't really do it when they're in school, and I come to visit as an ex-student.
It's not the same, I had one shot. And I blew it. And it sucks.
Going to end this one here, before I go on ranting.
See Y'all around.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
The Expected Post
Yes I know, it’s the post everyone’s expecting every 12th grader with a blog to write. The End of School post.
There’s so much to say. So much emotion just bottled up inside because I don’t know what to say and how to say it. I don’t know what’s the right way to say farewell. What’s the right way to accept that we’re moving on.
After 14 long years, of waking up daily at 6:00am to either my mum shouting or my alarm clock, to the bus honking outside the door waiting for me even though I was way over my assigned pick-up time. To the endless conversations and sarcastic comments in the bus. To the getting our phones to listen to music even though it was against the rule. To the bonding with both seniors and juniors in a way it wouldn’t have been possible without the bus.
To the long boring classes to which we’d yawn. To the continuous looking at the watch/clock to see how many minutes left. To the ecstatic feeling when the bell rang and we’d jump up and say “GOOOOOOD MORNING AND THANKYOU MA’AM/SIR” To the begging the teacher to take us for PE. To the joy we’d feel when a substitute teacher would walk in. To the sitting in a circle while stories were told, conversations exchanged. To the sitting in the clinic pretending to have a headache just to avoid the submission of an assignment.
To the weekly aerobics sessions we’d have every morning. To the bunking of Afternoon Sessions to sit and chill. Sometimes getting away with it and sometimes getting caught. To the special event-days where we’d roam around school because of no classes. To the joy of coming to school in casuals on the birthday, only to have your chocolates snatched away before half the day was over. To the birthday bumps and the hitting on the head each time someone would get a haircut. To the messing with the projector so the teacher couldn’t teach. To the making so much noise that the supervisor had to be called.
To those days when the results would be given back to us. To the happiness and the sadness of scoring poorly and well. To the hours spent collecting 50 fils and 1 Dirham from random folks just to buy something from the canteen. To the lunch sessions where the house tables / divisions was our worst enemy. To the occasionally eating school lunch desire being home lunch and running after the server for ice cream. To the school trips. To the morning assemblies. To skipping some morning assemblies.
To the end of each day when we’d pack our bags, and eagerly wait as the final bell would ring, and we’d be on our way home.
It’s been a hell of a journey. With changes all along the way. With tears, of both happiness and joy. With friendship, competition, a little jealousy and ego too.
It’s truly been my second home. It’s been there for me despite all that could happen. Nurtured me. Seen me grow.
To the teachers, the support and administrative staff.
To the juniors, across all grades.
To the peers, who’ve supported us, tolerated us, and loved us.
To the memories, good and bad.
To Dubai Modern High School.
Once a Modernite, always a Modernite. Always and Forever.
"Lead Kindly Light". "Excellentia"
There’s so much to say. So much emotion just bottled up inside because I don’t know what to say and how to say it. I don’t know what’s the right way to say farewell. What’s the right way to accept that we’re moving on.
After 14 long years, of waking up daily at 6:00am to either my mum shouting or my alarm clock, to the bus honking outside the door waiting for me even though I was way over my assigned pick-up time. To the endless conversations and sarcastic comments in the bus. To the getting our phones to listen to music even though it was against the rule. To the bonding with both seniors and juniors in a way it wouldn’t have been possible without the bus.
To the long boring classes to which we’d yawn. To the continuous looking at the watch/clock to see how many minutes left. To the ecstatic feeling when the bell rang and we’d jump up and say “GOOOOOOD MORNING AND THANKYOU MA’AM/SIR” To the begging the teacher to take us for PE. To the joy we’d feel when a substitute teacher would walk in. To the sitting in a circle while stories were told, conversations exchanged. To the sitting in the clinic pretending to have a headache just to avoid the submission of an assignment.
To the weekly aerobics sessions we’d have every morning. To the bunking of Afternoon Sessions to sit and chill. Sometimes getting away with it and sometimes getting caught. To the special event-days where we’d roam around school because of no classes. To the joy of coming to school in casuals on the birthday, only to have your chocolates snatched away before half the day was over. To the birthday bumps and the hitting on the head each time someone would get a haircut. To the messing with the projector so the teacher couldn’t teach. To the making so much noise that the supervisor had to be called.
To those days when the results would be given back to us. To the happiness and the sadness of scoring poorly and well. To the hours spent collecting 50 fils and 1 Dirham from random folks just to buy something from the canteen. To the lunch sessions where the house tables / divisions was our worst enemy. To the occasionally eating school lunch desire being home lunch and running after the server for ice cream. To the school trips. To the morning assemblies. To skipping some morning assemblies.
To the end of each day when we’d pack our bags, and eagerly wait as the final bell would ring, and we’d be on our way home.
It’s been a hell of a journey. With changes all along the way. With tears, of both happiness and joy. With friendship, competition, a little jealousy and ego too.
It’s truly been my second home. It’s been there for me despite all that could happen. Nurtured me. Seen me grow.
To the teachers, the support and administrative staff.
To the juniors, across all grades.
To the peers, who’ve supported us, tolerated us, and loved us.
To the memories, good and bad.
To Dubai Modern High School.
Once a Modernite, always a Modernite. Always and Forever.
"Lead Kindly Light". "Excellentia"
Monday, December 17, 2012
The Indian Passport
Recently, A friend and I were talking about the future. Our plans for college and what we plan to do once we go wherever it is that we're going. I intend on doing my undergraduate studies from US, while he plans on completing his undergraduate studies from Canada. And while we were talking about the future, we somehow reached a point in our conversation where he mentioned that he'll take up the Canadian Passport for its various benefits. And that set of a thought reaction in my mind...
I'd never give up my Indian Passport for a passport of any country, anywhere in the world. No matter what. I know that you don't need the passport to prove that you're a true indian, and make no mistake. He's a complete and hardcore indian, in every aspect of the word. But nonetheless, it is the only tangible and physical proof that we are indian. And with the economy that we have, I don't see any reason to give it up. Benefits or no benefits.
The logic behind my opinion is not something I imagine everyone will understand. Its a highly subjective matter. People may refute that sometimes those who don't hold an Indian passport and more indian at heart than those who do. And I agree with that statement, but personally - if you're an indian, you shouldn't be tempted by the benefits of another country's passport. You should be proud of the country who's passport you hold. No matter what.
I feel that its nothing special, especially living in dubai. Our parents have done it, lived an entire life in dubai with the Indian Passport, and they're all so successful in life.
So I end this post, concluding my opinion on the indian passport and the trend of taking up citizenship of another country for its several benefits.
Until next post,
Parichay (:
Here's to - Yo Yo Honey Singh
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The Class he Has. Mashallah. |
Firstly, he's doing something that you don't see everyday amongst indian artists. Most indian artists follow the fail-proof method of singing melodious songs as background singers in movies and that gives them their ticket to popularity and freedom. This guy did something different. He raps. And not in a "wannabe english rapper" method, but in a traditional Punjabi and Hindi way. And that's something different. That's why I feel he's so much in demand.
Second, he's not the most good looking artist we've seen. Even amongst the Indian artists. Still he's as popular as he is. Its because of the confidence, style and attitude he has. When one looks at him, its the first impression that one gets. That he's that carefree to-hell-with-what-the-world-things, kind of person. And I admire that about him.
So here's to Yo Yo Honey Singh. I hope you have an even more successful career ahead of you. Don't stop doing what you do!
Friday, November 2, 2012
Something About Me - 1
Damn, it's been a while since I last blogged. But there's really been no time. School's been on, along with SAT which ended in October, and then college applications came into the picture. And now examinations once again. School life is such a routine.
Today's post is on me. An aspect of me and my life which not many people know/understand. For a very long time, I've found it much easier to express my opinions, thoughts, ideas through writing rather than through verbal communication. And no, that does not mean the use of high-fly words and phrases in Every sentence that wrote.
Recently my teacher asked me why I don't share my opinion in class too much, and I told him/her (for the sake of ambiguity) that I might not share my opinion or answer in class but I will have my point of view set out in the examination. And that's something which he/she did not understand. I don't blame the teacher, but its a fact. I'm not too outspoken. If I want to make you believe something or persuade you, I believe that I would do a much better job if I was allowed to communicate via my writing.
For instance, look at this blog, it serves as the perfect example of my statement. The way I convey my views and opinions here, I don't think I could covet them as effectively verbally.
So today you know a little more about me and every now and then i'll post another one about me,
Hope you liked the post.
Until next post [Which shall be soon, hopefully],
Parichay
Monday, August 20, 2012
A Not So Grey Workplace.
For the past month,
I have been working at an advertising company in Gurgaon, India. Grey Worldwide
India is part of the Grey Group which is one of the oldest advertising companies
in the world and it has managed to leave a huge impact on me. A positive
impact, may I add.
Until I began my venture
as an intern at Grey, I never understood how naïve and clueless I was when it
came to business negotiations and the way an advertising company works, even
though I can claim that my father runs his very own advertising company back in
Dubai.
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| The Frosted Door |
This office, its
people, have given me the comfort that really helped me kick-off at this place
and though I have another 4 days to go before I leave it behind, I can’t even
begin to imagine how much I’m going to miss it and wish I could never leave.
The thought that most probably I shall never meet any of them again is not a
very pleasant one. So here’s a shout-out to the entire Grey Gurgaon team, especially
– Tanmay, Jeevika, Shong, Kriti, Aparna, Arjun and Bodhi for giving me the best
first internship experience anyone could ever have, some of you are leaving
over the next few months, some might not. Hopefully next year when I’m back and
if I get the internship again at Grey, you’d be there to make it another
amazing experience.
Until Next Time,
A To-Be Nostalgic
Intern,
Parichay
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
India Turns 65
India turns 65.
Today’s the day. The
Day Indians from all over the world update their status or tune into the news
for the same reason; to commemorate the birth of their nation - India. The Day India
turns 65.
India might be seen
by the world for all its flaws and as a ‘developing and corrupt economy’, but
to me its home. Though I haven’t had the opportunity of ever living in India
and I’ve been branded as an NRI [Non Residential Indian] by the world, I still
feel that sense of belonging and pride when I visit my country. I feel honored
to be recognized as a citizen of one of the greatest countries in the world. I
have always felt that the forte of India has always been its people. Excluding
a few who have made a name for themselves otherwise, I believe majority of the Indian
population are loving in nature; and it is that attitude which sets us apart
from the rest of the world.
The culture one
finds at India is unlike anything anyone will ever see anywhere else. With over
4500 years of culture to share with the world, India’s heritage is a prime
factor which gives it the edge in my books.
It is with this
attitude in mind, that I celebrate India’s 65th Birthday/Independence
day and I celebrate it with grate honor and pride.
Until Next Time,
Parichay
Monday, July 16, 2012
Prefectship
Prefect. Wow.
Honestly, even though I didn't really try too hard to attain that position, I'm still happy that I did get it. I'm not boasting, but I really feel that I deserved it and I can really bring about changes within the school.
I remember throughout the 11th Grade, folks from my class and from the next class persevered to attain that badge. Initiating project after project and doing work after work, they tried extremely hard to get the rank of 'Prefect' or 'House Captain' and that's where I feel that all the difference was made. Being prefect isn't all about what you do within the 11th Grade, it's what you show the school that you're capable of doing. Its more than just taking part in every project that you lay eyes on, its about your overall personality as a student. Its about the way you behave in the classroom, the way you behave with the teachers, the respect you show to the teaching faculty. Its encompasses all the aspects of a students life and the students with the top overall rank in these fields earn the post.
But that's not where it stops. It goes beyond just getting the badge. And we realized this a little late for the Prefectorial Body. Even though most of our task involves ensuring the smooth running of the school on the part of the student community, it goes beyond that. We need to leave behind something to be remembered. A Legacy of Sorts. And now that as a body we've realized that, we're going to make sure come September, that the Prefectorial Body 2012-2013 has left behind something which people will think about and remember us.
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