with sirs in dark glasses

ketan and ujjwal

with sumedh

.

with class teacher

ajit and srinivs

class together

me and ajit

in the golf greens

sayonara DPS RKP!!

Hey well the farewell and all is over…so now after our ( specially mine) miserable perfomance in the pre-boards, its time to finally get down to study…..

Abt the farewell …yeah..it definitely was LOTS OF FUN…but the only weird part was that there was NO DJ, NO MUSIC AND NO OFFICIAL FAREWELL to all of us…but the rest was lots of fun…

We managed to catch up with all our friends..and meet them properly probably for the last time..took lotsa photos( I took ard 32) and yes, not to forget every1 was looking amazing having dressed up really well , wearing sarees, suits and sherwanis.

Well personally I felt a lot of difference in the girls ..they were looking REALLY BIG and by “big” I mean they looked like proper grown –ups. Yes, I felt guys were looking diiferent too but the unfortunate thing was that most of them ( including me) decided to hit the party wearing black suits or cream sherwanis. Most of the guys in my sec were all dressed in black suits and ms anita singh , our bio teacher actually thought that we had all planned in advance to wear the same colour( which btw wsant true…GOSH! WHAT WRERE U THINKIN?!). The only respite was ankur who was wearing a cream coloured suit and the rest which include me, paras , srinivas, anirudh, jali, tanush, amrit ets=c etc WERE ALL IN BLACK. SO it was more ofa men in black afffair!!

The girls thankfully, were dressed in diff colours and were the only ones to provide some rich vibrant colours to the oherwise black and green( the 11thees in their uniforms) party!!
Mridu was wearing a purple sari( her moms choice…waise pretty obvious as I don’t think mridu is capable enough to make a good choice herself..kiddin) . but yeah, she was looKing presentable at least for the occasion.

Smita was having a tough time controlling her sari which was going all haywire and by the time the farewll was over I wasn’t shocked to see her sare crumpled up in her lap in the car!!
There were some guys who were having a tougher time controlling their dhotis and ppl actually had the guts to lift their kurtas all the way up and after a proper inspection exclaim in surprise” oh! Itss a dhoti!!!!”. Poor guys..

Most of the ppl were in a way quite astounded to see me sporting my new hairstyle..which is spikes,,and some ppl actually thought I had gone in for a lalo prasad yadav hairstyle( which again is DEFINITELY not true!!).

Well I thought sahiba was looking really pretty with her highlighted hair and all..ahona was lookin good and really mature sporting a bun type of hairstyle( for details plz contact her..). aditi m had spent 2 hrs in the parlour getting her hair straightened…wow! The time u girls spend in the parlour and then emerging out of it NEARLY the same shocks the hell out of me!

The snacks were just pass- channa bhatura, and many kinds of pakoras, chat papdi and gulab jamuns. The blue and red balloons added some colour too. The 11thes though supposed to organise the whole occasion and look after us were busy having a party of their own- completely oblivious of the xiithees ard them.

Most of the teachers were sitting in a huge group at the entrance of the “ golf greens” and commenting on each childs dress. Well, I think its ok if they get atleast 1 day of the yr to comment on the students dresses as the rest of the yr they get pretty agitated by our incessant mockery of their dressing style, to which I am sure they must have got resistant to by now.

Well there was 1 girl who had mustered the courage to wear a backless blouse..which attracted a lot of attention. But the rest. More or less, were dressed in decent clothes…
Some of the teachers were worried if any conti was taking place after the farewell nd wereenquiring from some of the students.

Well I definitely had an amazin time even though most of the time was spent in takin pics. But it was good to see ppl dressed up to their best and it was a respite from our routine uniforms.and yes, I am sure the teachers had welcomed the change too!!

I think the ppl who decided to skip the farewell had really missed out on a lot. So ajit,manish, arjun and the lot..TOO BAD GUYS!! Nothing can be done now.

The farewell reminds me that I havent got most of my slam sheets back yet..amisha, geetika,dg. Paras etc hurry!
And I am still to give slam sheets to saba, jasman, ketan, mainsh and not to forgrt tanya…though I am not to sure if I will ever be able to get them filled from her. Well only time will tell..

So the conclusion of this looong essay is that the farewell went fairly well and will always ALWAYS BE remembered. I am sure it’s the last time when I will see my batch all together and realxed as the next time v will be together will be during the boards where the mood is anything but relaxed!
GOSH IAM definitely goin to miss delhi public school rk puram and my LONG ASSOCIATION with it…mmmm..

Well tata for now…have my bio prac on 1st and phy on 3rd..and then….STUDY for atlest 5 more months..so I will try to keep blogging to the min but I couldn’t avoid this entry as it was really memorable and I wanted to pen down my thoughts so that I could always refresh my memories of the sole WONDERFUL farewell I had!

Toodles!
Akshay…

me and sahiba

me with jassi bhai

all smiles

friends

with principal

me koval smita

staircase

all in one

me geetika nupur

all class xii a

me divya amisha paras and anudeepas head

me tanush jali ani and aditi

me mridu and anubha

friends

me and sam

aastha me deepa aanchal and mridu

class with our bio teacher

ALL PREVIEWS IN PERFECT SEQUENCE!!

- Chapter 1 -

“ I HAVE HAD ENOUGH!” shouted Mr Penting who was having a tough time preventing Della, the cute black poodle, from jumping into his lap when he was simply trying to read his blue book and earn an honest penny. “TOM! TOM! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? TOOOMMM………….”

“Tom is stud…studying…. For…….for an exam he has tomorrow,” replied a meek little voice from the kitchen. “It would be better if he wasn’t disturbed right now as he has a lot of course left.”
It was the voice of Mrs Penting, a loyal wife of Mr penting, who was easily dominated by her husband.

“THAT’S NOT MY PROBLEM IF HE CAN’T FINISH HIS SYLLABUS ON TIME.” shouted the annoyed voice of Mr penting. “ I JUST WANT SOMEBOBY….ANYBODY TO TAKE THIS DAMN POODLE –SMELLA, FROM THIS ROOM!”

“DAD! There is no need to yell like that! And for the thousandth time, her name is not smella or tella or shella or any dumb name of that sort. Its “DELLA” nice and simple, all right?” said tom penting, a 17 yr old boy with a whitish complexion full of freckles, normal built, sand-coloured hair and huge and expressive dark blue eyes. “I will take Della to her kennel. Is that fine?”

“Yes it would! Thank you!” replied Mr. penting.
Tom left Della to her kennel even though it was dreadfully cold outside and Della had a miserable cold as well. Tom felt extremely bad and guilty treating his beloved poodle like this- but he had no option, the penting household functioned completely under his dads’ instructions.

****************
“Jess! Jess! JESS..…WAIT…I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU………….” Shouted tom, desperately trying to catch up with Jessica who couldn’t even spare a min. for one of her greatest admirers-tom penting. Tom was such an ardent lover of Jessica that he came to meet Jessica to her class whenever he had time. But the worst thing was that Jessica did not acknowledge his love and concern for her. Instead, she was extremely rude to him or completely ignored tom as if he wasn’t there. But alas he contd 2 be madly in love with Jessica in spite of facing continuous insolence and ignorance.
Today, tom wanted to invite her for the Christmas ball and Halloween party that was going to take place in the school premises a week later. Tom wanted Jessica to accompany him for this year’s party, like he had for the past 3 years but failed all three times.
But this did not deter him from his quest for winning Jessica and his hopes rose higher when jess responded to his frantic calls-though not very politely
“YES TOM-WHAT IS IT! I CAN HEAR U ALL RIGHT?”
“Oh I am sorry………anyways how did your terminals go?” asked tom looking at Jessica with large dreamy admiring eyes.
“U were yelling all around the school to ask me THIS QUESTION-THIS QUESTION-ARE U DUMB OR WHAT?” yelled Jessica at the top of her voice that attracted the attention of all people within a range of about a km.
“No! No ……. . Not at all. U misunderstood. I just wanted to ask u…if…if…you could…”
But he couldn’t finish what he wanted to say…interrupted by a tall, handsome good-looking guy with jet-black hair matched by huge black eyes that didn’t have much expression in them.

“Oh Marc! Marc!!!!! Oh I have been looking for you all over the school ……where were you!” Jessica said with such depth and ardour that marc couldn’t help feeling pampered and admired.
“Hey jess! Well I was busy err…. settling some accounts.” he said .His voice was full of satisfaction as if he had just achieved something really big.
“Um ……that’s good,” squeaked Jessica hardly hearing what he was saying-eagerly awaiting something, waiting to be………
“Jess. Would u accompany me for the ball? If u are not already…. err…booked, of course” said tom desperately wanting yes for an answer.
“Oh! Yeah I …somehow forgot. Umm…let me see…”replied Jessica pretending to be aloof and completely taken aback by his question
“I guess it would be fine. See you on Saturday!” agreed Jessica bidding him goodbye and forgetting tom standing there completely heart-broken and depressed.
***************************
- Chapter 2 -

“I HATE YOU…I HATE YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART MARC ANDREWS! I REALLY DO!” Tom shouted to himself while returning home that day. “I hate you for what u have done to me…for..for taking my..my jess away from me.”

Tom was so depressed that day that he skipped lunch, his evening outing with friends and spent the entire evening thinking about what went wrong when actually he should have realised that Jessica wasn’t a girl worth running after and that his hatred for marc wasn’t justified at all as every person had his or her own choice of a crush or liking.
“Tom! Tom! Open the door and let me in!”
Mrs penting was literally banging at toms bedroom door, as she was getting very anxious after noticing toms weird behaviour.
“Mom! Please! Can’t I get some privacy?”
“But u have to eat something!”
“But I am not hungry!!!”
“What is wrong with u tom? Why are u acting so strange?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Don’t worry mom! I will take dinner- but not now. Just leave it on the table all right?”
“As you wish Tom!” Mrs Penting finally gave up and went to eat dinner with her husband.
******************

- Chapter 3 -

Tom was woken up by the crashing of a door in the neighbourhood. It was around midnight. Tom had dozed off thinking about the events of the previous day. His stomach was grumbling for food. But ignoring the cries of his stomach, tom ran towards the window and drew the curtains apart. He could faintly notice the blurred outlines of two figures looming in the darkness of the neighbourhood. Tom realised the two figures had entered the house of the Simpsons, a family of four living diagonally opposite to the penting.

The two figures could no longer be seen. Just as tom was about to give up, he heard the yells and cries of a female, probably Mrs Simpson. Tom could feel a shiver down his back. He pinched himself to make sure it wasn’t a dream – no it wasn’t. He didn’t know what to do. Should he call the police or wake up his parents? He was equally torn between the two options and finally decided upon the latter. He flung open his bedroom door, ran down the stairs to the ground floor and almost smashed open the door of his parents’ bedroom.
“MOM! MOM! DAD! WAKE UP! MOM! DAD! WAKE UP………PLEASE!
But nobody answered his frantic calls. He ran towards the switchboard and turned on the lights.
“Mom, dad wakeup. Something is………” he broke off in mid-air on realising the room was empty. His parents were not there. He searched the entire house but his parents could not be found. Finally, he decided to call the police for help. Scared and nervous, he ran towards the phone and started dialling but then it dawned on him that there was no dial tone. The phone was dead. Now almost scared to death, he was completely blank. He couldn’t think of any other ideas. Why do things always go wrong during emergencies?
After about five minutes, a new courage and confidence dawned on him. He decided to check it out for himself. He couldn’t just sit here doing nothing -apprehending and foreboding what may not be true after all.
He ran outside to the dark and now mysterious streets of the colony. He started by taking a few strides but gradually began to jog towards the eventful house.
It took him about five minutes to reach the haphazardly growing bushes surrounding the Simpson house.

“Ouch!” cried tom. He was trying to hide behind the prickly gorse bushes to get a better view of the house. He couldn’t make out any activity in the house. It was dead and still like a graveyard. The abominable silence made him shiver all over. He inched towards the sturdy iron gates left ajar, maybe by the burglars or whoever they were.He crawled into the lush green lawns of the mansion now looking dark and dismal.
Gradually, he made his way towards the entrance door hanging on its broken hinges. He now stood up erect, contemplating the next thing to be done. Just then, he heard someone running down the stairs. He just got enough time to hide under the dining table. “come on mike. We don’t have much time left now. Buck up!” it was a deep and heavy voice from the person who had rushed down the stairs.

“coming! God! Such a mess………walls,floor, bed..all over!we are sure to get caught!” said a male baritone.

“packed the stuff?”
“yep! All packed & ready to go…….”
******************
- Chapter 4 -

it had been an hour since the rogues had left, but tom did not dare to move from his place. He looked at the cuckoo clock on the sideboard. 2:30. tom had many queries in his mind,starting from his parents whereabouts to the extent of damage done upstairs.

He mustered courage to get out of his hiding-place. His legs had begun to pain due to the inactivity of the whole experience. Slowly, he made his way for the stairs. 1st, 2nd…………..it took him almost five minutes to reach the landing. The floor was dimly illuminated by the light comg 4om the chandelier hanging on the cielg.It was pinching his eyes dreadfully. He shut them at once.

He made his way towards the master bedroom right down the hallway. Its door was wide open but the lights were off. He didn’t dare to put them on, apprehensive of what he may see. The words ‘bed,walls,floor,all over’ kept ringing in his ears, making the task even more difficult.

“come on tom, you have to do it!”a dull voice said to him.
“no!no!” said another.
“tom! Your immediate action may save some innocent lives. Come on! Atleast for their sake……..”
“don’t do it. I am warning you. The sight will torment you your entire li…..
CLICK
“NOOOOOOO………….” Tom shrieked aloud, shutting his eyes to the sight in the bedroom. He desperately tried hard to forget the horrible sight-but failed. Infact, he had seen something which according to him he would never b able2 4get.
“god……..let it be a bad dream..please, let itall b a nightmare!!”

He opened his eyes once again. But the same bedroom came to his view. Mrs penting( that’s what tom could make out) was sprawld face down on the carpet. Tom could distinctly make out blood oozing out from the back of her neck.the hair were in a mess and the clothes were were all crumpled indicating a violent struggle. Her reading glasses were lying shattered beside her. The carpet was covered with blood all over.the walls and the bed had huge patches of red.

Tom dived for her wrist, feeling desperately for a pulse. Thud thud. There was a very faint pulse. Tom breathed a sigh of relief. He made a dash for the phone only to realise that the wire had been cut.
He was left with no other option but to inform their neighbours, the Martins.
**************
- Chapter 5 -

“umm.umm. so you heard the noise from such a distance and then went inside the house, heard the two rogues, saw her on the floor and ran to tell mr martin right? Umm…..a vivid description I must say!” it was the chief inspector of police of the north-west district of conty Roaldow, Perkins Anderson.
“yes yes! You have got it right now! That’s what happened!” said tom, now tired by giving the precise description of the events of the night to Mr Anderson.

“well mr simpson……we will leave now.we will inform you if any developments take place! And thank you mr tom. Your timely action may have prevented a massacre for the simpson family.goodbye!”

mr anderson stalked off with his two assistants and a constable.by now almost the entire neighbouhood had got news of the murderous attack on mrs simpson. They had come to express their grief to mr simpson who himself was in such shock and grief that it was difficult for him to reconcile to the situation.

Tom was in a bad state himself. He hadnt eaten for a long time and there was no news of his parents either. The police and the neighbours had been questioning him for the details.he felt half of the neighbours werent in the least interested of mrs simpsons condition.they had just needed something to talk about. Infact some of them felt tom had something to do with the attack as well! Poor tom!!

“excuse me um tom? I really don’t know how to express my gratitude towards you.if it hadnt been for you…my wife would have…………” mr simpson broke off in mid air, tears running down his cheeks.

“ its okay….! I am sure everything will be fine!”
“mr simpson, I think you need some rest. Its 2 o’clock in the afternoon. You must be ravenous too. Come to my house. My wife will give you and tom something to eat.” offered mr martin, mr simpsons neighbour and very close friend.

“no. its ok. I ll manage. Actually, I am not hungry either”replied mr simpson. “ you can take tom with you. He definitely needs to eat something…also considering that his parents are away to..new york. Right tom?”

“yeah..new york. They will be back in a couple of days”answered tom. He hadnt told anyone that he didn’t have any clue of his parents whereabouts afraid that the police might start suspecting them of the attack.

“come on Will! You have to eat something! You are looking weak already. You will fall ill if you don’t eat something soon!” forced mr martin

mr simpson was left with no other option but to be escorted by mr martin to his house.

************************
- Chapter 6 -

“So Will, have a lot of valubles got stolen?” enquired mrs martin. She was in her late fifties but was as active as a teenager. She bustled in and out of the kitchen, neatly laying the dining table with delicious looking dishes. Tom was sure he could have eaten platefuls on a normal day. But today…...he just managed to eat a small serving of fried rice along with a tiny piece of the home-made strawberry cake.even mr simpson couldn’t eat much out of anxiety for his critically ill wife.

“yes.but not much. Its as if robbery wasn’t the only motive behind the attack. If it had been, couldn’t they have just robbed the entire house holding clara at gun-point or something like that?” said mr simpson.

“ very true.so what do you think was the motive?” asked mr martin. “Clara couldn’t possibly have had an enmity with someone, could she?”

“no no. I don’t think so. Considering that she was a very peace loving and kind woman. Though we cant completely rule out this possibility either. I mean she may have had some differences with some one I am not aware of” said mr simpson

“right” said mr martin. “so tom…” mr martin turned his eyes on tom. “you sure there were only two men” he enquired.

“quite sure. I mean that’s what I could make out.” He replied.

“I am sure you must be feeling really, really scared! Said mrs simpson. “Anyways, it was very brave of you to take the responsibility of checking the house all on your own and then informing us about it. Really courageous, I must say! You definitely deserve an award!” she complimented.
“if it hadnt been for that stupid, useless business meeting in south roaldow…..i am dead sure this day wouldn’t have come at all!” said a depressed mr simpson.

“its ok will. Just relax. I am sure everythimg will be well and good in no time at all!” comforted mrs martin.
“hope so” mr simpson half said,half mumbled and then again a big shiny tear-drop could be distinctly seen running down his chubby cheek. He wiped it off at once.
****************
- Chapter 7 -

BANG BANG. No, it wasn’t another murderous attack but, someone banging desperately on the pentings back door. Tom was woken up with a start. Thinking that it just another nightmare related to the events of the previous day, he decided to try sleeping again.

BANG. THUMP. CRAAASH….
The door had been knocked off its hinges. Now tom was certain someone had actually broken into his house. He jumped out of his bed immediately and grabbed the butchers knife he had kept by his bed side yesterday night- for security reasons of course!

He discreetly went down the stairs. He almost felt like a theif himself carrying the newly polished and sharpened knife which his mom used for peeling fresh and juicy pineapples.

“tommm………! Where are you? A middle- aged man was shouting from the kitchen. Tom! We are here.”
“dad? Oh DAD!” he ran down the remaining steps and almost fell on the man who turned out to be…. …well lo and behold, his dad himself!”

“oh mom!dad! where have you been? Oh……I have missed you sooooo much!!”
“tom. Just relax okay? Its only been a day!” comforted his mom…actually tried to!

“A DAY? A DAY? DO YOU BOTH KNOW WHAT ALL HAPPENED IN THIS “DAY”?” tom was almost sarcastic. The joy amd relief of seeing his parents had eventually taken the form of anger and frustration.














“we r sorry tom” said his mom” but we couldn’t help leaving without informing……it was an urgent call from paris…something to do with the small piece of ancestral poperty in my name . we got a call in the nite by our lawyer dat the land is being claimed by some 1 else in france and v had to rush for the hearing of the case in paris high court immediately. We dint want to disturb u from ur sleep so we thought we would call you from there once we reached but when we tried to call you we found dat the line was dead.”

‘yes. Dats true. Infact we weere plannin to return only by tomorrow but we thought you wud be really worried with no news from us so we had to rush back today” contd his dad.

‘okay okay fine” said tom exasperated. “ but you don’t have any idea about whats been happenin here”

“whats happening” asked his mom

And tom had to recite the unpleasant story….yet again!

****************

“whatever may have happened tom” said his dad after hearing everything tom had to say “ but I have suddenly and pleasantly realised that I have a very brave son and I am proud of you for that. I really am.”

“thanks dad! It feels good to know that!”

“now if the father son talk is over…can we have some sleep after the hectic day we ALL have had!!!” said his mom, almost throwing herself on her comfortable bed.

“sure ma!” said tom “ good night to both of you. Catch you tom!”

“ bye” said his parents half asleep.
“ and tom…” sudddenly said his mother “don’t forget your sisters vacations are beginning tom. And she would be staying with us for a week”

“OH WOW!” said tom and he went back to his room….excited but he couldn’t in the world imagine what tomorrow would bring.
************

- Chapter 8-

Sarah was really looking forward to going home after 2 long years. She was bored of her dull mechanical life in chicago and was desperate to meet her family and friends in london…the place where she was born and brought up in.

“sarah…….wait up!” someone called out to her. It was her boyfriend- vikram. Vikram was an indian who had migrated to usa when he was seven years old.
But his lifestyle was anything but indian. He believed in partying each and every moment of his life. For him life was an adventure. He could do and buy anything he liked thanks to his ignorant and stinking rich parents. But one adjective that described him the most was…a womaniser. vikram literally lived on girls. It was like food for him or someone might say like drugs…something he had got addicted to since his first relationship when he was just eleven.

Now vicky, as sarah lovingly called him, was a 23 yr well built good looking guy. Every girl in priceton college was crazy after tom. Firstly they were after his money as vickys girlfriends used to get expensive gifts at the frequency of atleast one every week. Secondly he was good looking. But sarah actually loved him from the bottom of her heart. She dint in the least care for his money, fame or looks. In fact she wasn’t even aware of how almost every girl in the college loathed her just because she was his girlfriend, though they used to get shocked on getting to know how sarah bluntly refused to vikrams gifts like diamonds cars and dinners in the most upmarket restaurants of the country.

“oh sarah…where have u been? I have been looking all over for you!” said vikram, breathless from running up the long fight of stairs.

“here..done. packing is over.i am all set,” said sarah, finally putting a sock in her suitcase and zipping it up.
“so hurry. The last coach is leaving in 15 mins!”
“okay.cud u please carry this suitcase for me?”
“sure”
“thanks”

the coach sped off towards the airport.
************
-Chapter 10-

To sarah and vickys delight, they got their seats together in the aircraft-16A and 16B. So they could enjoy the feeling of being together probably for the last time this term.

“there seems to be a slight technical snag with the aircraft” said vicky, as the jumbo jet made another jolt, big enough to spill sarahs gingerale all over her skirt.

“oops!” she exclaimed “ I hope its nothing maj….”

She couldn’t even complete her sentence when the aircraft made such a huge jerk that some of the overhead hand baggage compartments flung open, dropping down some of their ingredients in the passageway.

The passengers were just about to start screaming when the pilots voice was heard on the speaker.

“ladies and gentlemen. There is nothing to panic please. We are passing through an unexpectedly thick cloud cover just above jordan point in the atlantic ocean. The air hostesses and flight stewards are there for any assistance you want. Thank you.”

“gosh. This is scary isnt it?” squeeked sarah, clearly a bit anxious.
“don’t worry sarah. It will be fine soon.”

And it was. The jumbo jet smoothly landed at john’s international airport
In london.

Sarahs mother was there to receive sarah and vicky.

“welcome home sarah dear! How are you vikram? “ said mrs penting on seeing her daughter and her boyfriend.

“perfect!thanks!” replied vicky.

“saru..u have lost a lot if weight! Havent yoi been eating well?” enquired mrs penting.