Hello? Hello!

“Hellllllooooo!!!” I say.

“Hello?” my very dear school friend answers.

Why that question mark, I wonder.

Not more than a couple of days ago did we have a long hearty talk, just like our other usual talks, wherein we detail out our respective lives, elaborating vividly what all happened with us, around us in the days we did not talk; wherein we feel as if we are talking vis-à-vis with liveliness so unparalleled that even the dust around us assumes life, unmindful of the people around, instead of over our dead mobile phone; wherein we know the very expressions and gestures the other person is making use of.

” Hello, who’s it?” The voice from the other end of the phone continues.

I still stand pondering.

People change‘, so I had heard; but ‘this quickly‘, I had never known.

Even the closest pal would someday desert you‘, so the elders had warned me; but ‘out of the blue, with no apparent reason in sight‘, I had never even remotely imagined.

Yes, we are in different colleges, pursuing different streams, but that does not justify the change of “Hello!” into “Hello?” within no time, does it?

“Hello? Hello?” The voice now sounds exasperated.

“Hey, hello, it is me…” I painstainkingly utter.

“Hellllllooooo!!! Whose phone are you using?”

And even before she asks further, the foolish me realises that I have called her using a new number. Thanks to the network providers offering unlimited free calls!

I clarify. She laughs. We laugh.

The long hearty talk follows.

Huh! After suffering the puny heartache on hearing “Hello?” I can only wish that may you always be greated by the same old familiar ‘Hello’ or rather
‘Hellllllooooo!!!’, come what may.

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Weekly Photo Challenge- BRIDGE

What connects the world?

People.

What connects people?

Shared interests.

My school organised a 5-day long International Mathematics Contest- International Young Mathematicians’ Convention.

This mega convergence brought over 550 children together from over 19 countries and bonded them together in a thread of shared passion-Mathematics.

IYMC was not about winning or losing; for whether one wins or loses, one thing is surely gained- Experience.

The event- INTERNATIONAL YOUNG MATHEMATICIANS’ CONVENTION- acted as the BRIDGE between 19 countries and brought them closer together.

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TAIWAN
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BANGLADESH
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IRAN
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BHUTAN
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THAILAND
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SOUTH AFRICA
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PHILIPPINES
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FLASH MOB!
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PARTICIPANTS TAKING THEIR EXAM

Every participant left as better versions of themselves.

In the words of John Lennon

You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Some feelings are better experienced than told; and IYMC was definitely one such feeling!

 

This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge- BRIDGE

 

WHEN THE CORRECT ISN’T TOTALLY CORRECT

” Ma’am, I clearly deserve full marks here! I’ve written the correct definition.”

” No, that’s not the exact definition. ”

” But ma’am, this is exactly the definition of ‘Ecosystem’ given in our E.V.S. book.”

” Do I teach you E.V.S.? I teach Geography! Is this the definition given in your Geography textbook?”

” No ma’am, but Ecosystem means the same everywhere. Is it given wrong in the E.V.S. book then?”

” Stop arguing! Listen to what I say! Write this definition in your E.V.S. exam not Geography! Go to your seat now.”

That day, one fine day in class 3rd, I understood what rote learning actually is by the virtue of a teacher who, maybe, herself had been it’s(rote learning’s) victim.

Though I understood it, I quite didn’t imbibe it, which cost me a lot of marks in all my subjects in the later classes as well.

I lost marks when on differentiating between ‘animal cell’ and ‘plant cell’ I did not write the ‘important’ points my  teacher made the students mark in their textbooks; for apparently the rest of the differences were not really differences but just some arbitrary information!

I lost marks when instead of giving a long(5 marks long!) explanation of the temperature zones of the earth, I gave a short explanation with a suitable, and self-explanatory, diagram.

I lost marks when I arriculated the ‘Causes of the Revolt of 1857’ in three-fourths of a page when the teacher expected a one full page long answer. I wish I had written the same in a bigger hand-writing!

I lost marks even on correctly evaluating the area enclosed by the given curve because I missed a step in ‘showing’ that it was really me who solved the question!

Sadly Gladly, I was never the class topper. Gladly, I was never a parrot. Gladly, what others roted in two hours, I understood in one. Gladly, I always scored less.

But I sincerely look forward to the day in near future when someone would ask me- ” What do you understand by Ecosystem?”

And I would say-

“Ahem, precisely, it’s the inter-dependent  relation between organisms and their environment, but don’t believe me! My class 3rd E.V.S. textbook said ‘this’ and my Geography textbook said ‘that’…”

Or

” You prefer E.V.S. or Geography?”

Weekly Photo Challenge- TRANSIENT

What’s ephemeral?

Well, what’s eternal- that should be the question!

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DEW- A moment it is there; another, it isn’t…
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RAINDROPS- condensation and evaporation, eh?!
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LASTLY- Every moment is transient.
Capture it before it vanishes…

In response to WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE- TRANSIENT

IN LOVE

You walk with me to the farthest of lands.

I’ll be with you for each step, holding hands.

 

In this expanse, you be and let me be.

Though two yet one, we’ll ride infinity.

 

I’ll rule the earth, and soar like a dove above,

And while people fall, I will fly in love…

 

A/N: So, I was trying something new! Poetry is not exactly my forte, but when i want to write it, I want to write it well. 

So I experimented with ‘Iambic Pentameter’ , a beautiful form of poetry. Do tell me how you found it…

 

धुँधला जहाँ

चश्मा मैं उतार कर रख दूँ यहीं,
फिर देखूँ ये जहाँ,
कि ये जहाँ धुँधला ही सही..

जो हो रहा हो गलत, दिखे मुझे ठीक
चाहे हो ऐसा एक पल के लिए ही अभी
… कि ये जहाँ धुँधला ही सही…

झूठ में ही, देखूँ जब कोई नारी, तो दिखे
ऐसी नारी, डर-भय से जो दूर रही
… कि ये जहाँ धुँधला ही सही…

नजर पड़े न मेरी शख्स की चालाकी पर
दिखे तो दिखे सिर्फ पाक शख्स वही
… कि ये जहाँ धुँधला ही सही…

दिखे मुझे ऐसा जहाँ, जहाँ जंग, अशान्ति,
नफरत सब रहमत की जुस्तजू में बही
… कि ये जहाँ धुँधला ही सही…

दिखे मुझे अपनी शक्ल आइने में
पर शक्ल पर मुरझाई हंसी नहीं
… कि ये जहाँ धुँधला ही सही…

चश्मा मैं उतार कर रख दूँ यहीं,
फिर देखूँ ये जहाँ,
कि ये जहाँ धुँधला ही सही
धुँधला ही सही…

SWEET EVERYTHINGS

They collided and fell, hard.

“You alright?”

“I am. You? It was a bad fall.”

“Yeah! But don’t you hide. Your face tells you are hurt. Tell me.”

“Eh! Look at your face. It is worse than it normally is. You are hurt. Let me see it.”

“I said I am fine. And my face? At least it is better than yours. Yours seems to be a smashed pumpkin!”

“You are so short and your face so distorted that you resemble a seventy-year old grumpy granny stuck in a child’s body!!!”

“How curt!”

“Wait! You are not even a girl. You have more facial hair than me.”

“Oh, no no no!!! It’s the other way round. You have more of female hormones than me!”

“That’s not even poss…”

“Which is why you are not a man enough to accept that you are hurt right now.”

“I AM COMPLETELY ALRIGHT. Totally fine. But you are not okay.”

“I am also good. I am okay.”

“Okay then”

“Okay.”

 

A guffaw ensued by both of them. Ah! Childlike purity in those high-schoolers! Certainly a sight to behold.

They helped each other get up, dusted themselves, picked up their bicycles and continued ahead; still laughing.

The truth was- both were hurt, bad.

But the truth also was that their pains were already half-cured in each other’s loving and caring presence.

Or maybe there wasn’t any pain at all because they didn’t feel any.

He, unmindful of the scratches on his shin, and she, oblivious to the grazes on her elbow, bantered and dissolved into laughter all their way through…

 

 

THE TRUTH

Two versions of truth;

You say something, I something

Both can be correct!

 

A/N: This is my first and feeble attempt at SENRYU, a form of Japanese poetry. I know, there’s still way to go for me. Let me know how you found this one. Any new suggestion is more than welcomed.

अभिभावक

पल प्रतिपल बच्चे बढते चले जाते हैं

इस तथ्य को वे नहीं स्वीकार पाते हैं

शायद इसलिये ही, उनके लिये,

बच्चे बड़े नहीं, कपड़े छोटे हो जाते हैं..