Goodbye.

Lets talk about goodbyes through a poem I wrote a year ago.

In my last post,(click here to find that) I talked about changing schools and learning from it.I also mentioned that I grew to love my old school so much,I was shattered to leave it.I wrote a little poem when I came back after my last day at that school,over a year ago and found it quite recently when I stumbled upon one of my old journals.

Here goes,

GOODBYE

That day I smiled,

but my heart wasn’t in it,

My shirt and a bunch of markers,

was  all that took to stain it,

With little doodles and scribbles,notes and drabbles,

Memories flowing on fabric,inside jokes coming up like cadets,

but amidst the frolicked frenzy,

sitting upon our heads like death looms upon an ancient man,

The smirks were gone,

and in their place came the tears,

travelling down our faces to the very tips of our noses,

trailing a path in seemingly measured doses,

the hugs were shared,kisses not spared,

and then ,then was uttered that one word,

that encompassed all that had happened throughout our time together,

the one that would be remembered,

when our hair turned white,

and our legacies gathered around us tight,

the one glorious- Goodbye.

 

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Learning From Change.

Lets talk about my first day in school(twice).

I have changed schools twice during my total schooling. Once, in 9th grade, again in 11th  grade, because I moved. These two changes, I feel have greatly defined me as a person and have been great learning experiences. The first time around, it was mostly difficult because I’d left a school I’d been in for nearly a decade and was stepping out of my comfort zone. I’d love to be able to tell you that I fit in immediately and I felt like I had been there forever and it was exactly like the movies but the truth this, that was definitely not the case.

The first day of school,I only spoke with the other new girl, because of the fact that we were both new and had that binding us together. It felt like being in some completely foreign place, someone else’s school , certainly not mine. Slowly, as the days passed I found myself getting more and more attached to my new school.It was slow and gradual and certainly taught me a lot. The two major  things I learnt, which are, in my humble opinion,two great life lessons were :-

  • Say Hello first.

Here’s the thing. I was a generally shy person. I am quite an extrovert, but only if you know me. For me, saying hello first was nightmarish. I could be wishing to speak with you but wouldn’t because of the fact that I’m simply too shy to approach you first. This, was the reason my first few days in a new school were difficult. Then, one day, I decided to simply overcome my shyness and say hi first. And that is the story of how I’ve met some o my greatest friends. I learnt my lesson which was :Do not wait for someone else to talk to you first, because, chances are, they’re waiting for you to do the same.

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  • Do not change who you are for anyone or anything.

As someone, in a new school, looking to gain friends and of course, popularity, I will admit to having attempted to at least alter the way I am for the purpose of finding friends and to get people to notice me. It worked a bit, I had a group of people to call friends per se, but I really wasn’t friends with them. Once I let go of my inhibitions and decided that I simply cannot be a mere act anymore, I felt happier. I soon found people who’ll love me for exactly who I was and not who I presented myself to be, and they are now the best people I know.

With these two things learnt and many more over the two wonderful years at that school, I am proud to say, I was heartbroken to leave it. I was so attached and felt like I belonged to this place and couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. I cried,I was saddened, yet I was happy with where I’d come over the two years, how much the school had given me and how much I’d grown in character.

My second school, is a completely different story altogether because armed with experience and my lessons, it was much  much easier. I found friends easily and could strike the balance at where I was going to be for the two years here. It went great and has been my best example of applying what you learn in life and I’m glad I got to at such a young age. I also have the added benefit of simply getting to know so many people, places and things and having friends all around. It feels like a great blessing in disguise, now and a great fortune.

 

Captain America:Civil War-Movie Talk.

Lets talk about Captain America: Civil War today.

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Yesterday, I got to watch Captain America: Civil War, which as a huge Marvel Universe fan I’d been looking forward to since months. And, the verdict? It lived up to all the anticipation and was so much more.

First, I’ll attempt to give a completely spoiler free comprehensive review for those of us who haven’t watched the movie yet. And then, we’ll launch into a full fledged spoiler infused discussion or as I would like to call it, a Movie Talk on it.

The plot summary is that, due to the loss of innocent lives in past Avengers’ missions brought to fore by a recent one the governments of the world want to install a system of accountability and certain control over the collateral damage the Avengers cause. This proposal ends up dividing the Avengers with Captain America and a few others of the belief that superheroes should remain free to defend the people without the government’s interference and Iron Man and a few others believing that a system of check is quite necessary and is a good idea. This debate is soon a feud and escalates into a fight bigger than the like of which the Avengers have ever seen before because this time, they’re fighting themselves.

My rating: 4.5/5 stars

What you should know: Look forward to some great superhero action, amazing superhero introductions and brilliant characterisation. Oh, and there’s two after the credits scenes.

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Final Remark: Definitely watch it, unless hard-core action is not your thing.

This is your cue to leave if you haven’t seen the movie yet. Watch it, come back and read the rest.(Unless you like spoilers, in which case, please enjoy your stay.)

WARNING: Spoiler-full Movie Talk ahead. Proceed with caution.

Now, lets talk about what actually happens in the movie. The leading up to the fight, the characters , the action and the final showdown was so wonderfully out of this world, I can’t even begin to describe it. If you’ve watched it, you know exactly what I’m talking about.

The new characters, Black Panther, Ant Man, Spider Man and even Vision(Though not new but relatively unknown.) were nailing it. Especially Spidey. His fight sequence was so true to the comics and so funny and similarly Antman was such a big(Do you see what I did there? Do you?) surprise trapped in a tiny little body. Black Panther’s introduction was amazing and his character development, perfect.

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I felt Iron Man’s pain and my heart broke especially at the “So was I”.(And the shield drop.)I felt the injustice at Bucky’s framing and could feel Captain’s thought process.Peggy’s funeral was a nice addition and added to Captain’s character hugely. I loved Black Widow’s action sequences and the moment she asked Hawkeye, ” So, wait are we still friends?” and he replied with “Depends on how hard you hit me.” I loved the sequences with Vision and Wanda and the character development they got. Rhodey  , that poor guy. That hugely looked forward to and very anticipated airport fight sequence was just everything Marvel stands for.

On a concluding note, that uncharacteristically attractive and un-Aunt like Aunt May though. This movie was a new achievement for the Marvel Cinematic Universe and you can see how it was majorly built up for, over the years. I can’t wait for Avengers: Infinity Wars now.

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Why Do I Write?

Lets talk about why I write today.

In my previous post I  talked about my school’s camp and a ‘Personality Pageant’ I participated in there. For better insight into today’s post you can check that post out here.

In the question-answer round of the Personality Pageant, I was asked several questions whilst on stage. Most had to do with this blog, writing and reading. One of them, which completely shook me up for a minute there was such a seemingly obvious, easy yet such a profound ,delving-into-my-very soul kind of question. That very simple question asked by one of the judges was, “Why do you write?”

Now, why do I write? It’s not like it’s as essential to me as breathing or I have a message to deliver to the world. Nor do I have that interesting a life nor extraordinary experiences to talk about.I’m as normal as it gets and my life is very usual and perfectly ordinary. Then , the question again is, why do I write?

The first thing that came in my head when I heard that question was a glimpse from my childhood, when I was 9-10 years old and the biggest tragedy  for me was my best friend revealing my very very confidential ‘secret’ to someone else. I remembered how when tragedy struck,  I had, feeling utter betrayal, after tearing up in front of my mother, grabbed a sheet of paper, a pencil and wrote about the incident, how I felt, the sadness and the trauma I was feeling. And, I remember feeling so so much better. Then, It became a practise, good days I wrote about in my journal, bad days I let out my emotions on a sheet of paper, crumpled it up and threw it away. Writing was and remains my therapy, words my solace and pen and paper my best friends.

I wrote because it made me happy, it made me feel better and it made me, as a person, better. I have always been quite a chatterbox and my friends honestly(Not without proof) believe that I can talk about anything and everything for hours. Writing gave me a medium to express all my thoughts and opinions in another manner, like dancing, singing (To myself), drawing and other things have been for me always. It was fuel and motivation for the creativity in me, which in all honesty, is one of the things I value in others and myself the most. Put creativity, imagination and  crazy ideas all together and you’re already my best friend.

I  realised I write because I find expressing myself as essential as breathing and wish to leave a message for the world, something which I learn over my lifetime and leave for the future generations.I wish to have a life interesting enough to write about and have extraordinary experiences. I write because I wish to be something beyond the usual ,something more than perfectly ordinary.

With all this running in my head in a fraction of seconds, I heard myself saying,” I write to, in simple words, express myself. I consider myself a creative person with a lot of thoughts, opinions and emotions, expressing which is imperative for me. Therefore, writing for me, is one of my favourite mediums to speak my heart out, express my creativity and offer a little piece of myself to the world.”