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Friday, April 29, 2011

Bawra mann dekhne chala hein ek sapna...

That song has been in my head and it's a lovely song. We even plan to do a dance on it this annual function. Oh and talking about today....THE ROYAL WEDDING :P Well, all along baba kept going about how William is balding and that Diana was much much prettier than Kate, but seriously it was GRAND. And the cars, the crowd, the music, the fashion display....was some sight! Crazy big fat wedding.


So leaving all that aside, I saw this thing on Kanika's blog and Meher's and thought of doing it solely because I have nothing else to write because my life is the crappiest any life can get. Get me? No? Well you would if you had 2 tuitions of 3 hrs and fiitjee of 12 hrs to top it all off. So if your happy and in peace, I am jealous.





Day 10: 10 secrets

This is hard to list.
  1. I am scared of getting handicapped sometimes.
  2. Most of the time I'm confused as in what I want to do. ( That doesn't count as a secret..does it? ) :P
  3. I have wanted to run away from everybody in life once last year.
  4. I don't know anything about my cousin's my dad's side. It's weird when I look at sibling who are very close.
  5. I say a lot a lot a lot of lies to my mom. 90% of them are said for the fun of it. :P Like how I had 2 eggs instead of 1 :P Useless lies. It's fun I tell you.
  6. I sometimes lose self confidence. And I hate it.
  7. I am extremely short tempered with my parents and I have been behaving really really bad with them and I seriously am not proud of it and have no idea how to change it either.
  8. 2010 has been a year that made me learn a LOT about life and have done mistakes and have fallen in love but it's been a life changing year somewhat. 
  9. I have started to over-think things lately.
  10. I have hurt people I love but have corrected things and am fine now :) Yes, I'm proud of that.
  11. Oh and one bonus thing : (Who said I was losing it ? :P ) I love football and a group of people dearly, more than anything! And if you are amongst the group, I hope you know..

Much love like always
SAM B

Sunday, April 24, 2011

12 hrs of study begins...

1st week of FIITJEE.

Response: Worth the travel; awesome staff.

After 12 hr study: drop dead tired. :P 

Later on that...im dozing off.

SAM B

Monday, April 18, 2011

I'm in love...

...with this particular hot thing ;)


I don't mind if you fall in love with ^ too,
Whatever.. :P

SAM B

TENNIS

Played tennis after a long long time. Screwed up forehand...backhand was pretty good. Damn I have to get back in form. :P


And a dew to end the 2 sweaty hrs of rally! I feel fresh...do you?


SAM B

Kharagpur

Joy wrote a note yesterday night and reading it I felt a sudden deep LOVE and the sudden need to express it somewhere about how much I adore this place called home. Other than commenting about his beautiful words twice, where else do I come to blurt out my thoughts other than here?

So here I go...every stop he took us through this place of ours, the TATA steel stadium, the white ambassador from the railway station, the Tech market rounds, the school of ours, the dew after TATA, Tikka, ... I can't help but think of the day when I'll have to part away with these. And how awful that day seems to be as I try to picture it!

This is home. This is where I have all my memories.

The field in front of Shankha's.
TATA Steel
Shankha's house
Tikka
School
CCD
Shankha's house
Our terrace
THE FRIENDS <3

Every nook and cranny is filled with memories to the brim.
I re-read his note 3 times now.

Thank you for posting it Joy. Your note has me thinking and damn it blew my mind. :)

SAM B

Saturday, April 16, 2011

My drug : Football


I’ll tell you about what one thing I love a lot. There’s this thing called football that makes me ecstatic to the core.

How did it happen? Well, I have vague memories. So, to save the memories….I’m pinning them down.

I was always a sporty girl. We used to play in our neighborhood every evening. Football like kids…I remember scraping my legs everyday. This was with Arpita, Ankita…I remember scoring goals and Arpita was very good at it. I would go regular but was never crazy about it.

Now about my school St. Agnes that time, I remember something like 10% of my school years. I remember being a class leader and doing chores…being a teacher’s pet and stuff. Doing dances, and getting ready for a dance, missing classes for rehearsals. And I don’t remember playing at school or stuff. I remember so less of St. Agnes because I didn’t have fun. And didn’t have moments there to cherish and stuff. I HAVE to draw a conclusion like that because seriously I remember so little.

Okay then came this transition….I shifted to this new school, DAV Modal School. So, the first thing I was excited about going there was that Roshni was in the same school and at that time she was this huge idol. You know how you had big didis as your idols that age. Well Roshni was mine in class 5. J Well, that time I never knew that I’d love this school with all my heart, I never knew I’d make the best group of friends, I’d never knew that I’ll start playing football and fall in love with the game. But it happened. Thank God it did.
In DAV I found this new freedom and took it all in. We had a group of friends me, shankha, golu and anirvan and then I had Mona and Dipanjali as great friends…no wait, I won’t drift away from my topic.

In DAV the guys would play football every games period. Every. I would look at them and watch their matches. Playing a little football every evening at our para, I figured I wasn’t that bad in comparison to them. So I started begging Bera sir to give us a ball, so we could practice simple shots, play among ourselves. That time Mona was my partner in crime. We would rebel and whine until and unless the ball would come to us. Hence we practiced, most of the girls. However idiotic we played, we practiced and I kind of made up my mind to play better and better, I had to get in the guys game. Had to. I had to fight for it.

I got better I guess, could hit the ball high and stuff. The guys would then mock and pass comments. They’d say something like “Loser, that girl plays better than you. Feel ashamed” to some guy who’s just plain bad at playing.

So as the days progressed, we kept practicing and it was high time to fight for mutiny because we actually played better than some of the boys who were allowed to play. So it was unfair that we wouldn’t be allowed to.
So on this bright summer day, famous on the history of DAV, we girls rebelled with our little minds and fought for justice. The fight followed tears for little girls were told things that didn’t make sense to them and were said that they were weak, that guys were made powerful ( idiots ) and girls were fragile and feeble. I mean thinking about those comments now pisses me off with the same anger like those days. We didn’t lose hope….fought on with the Gandhian philosophy of not being violent and striking at the conscience of the opponent. :P HAHA. Anyways I remember not 1 person helping us in our little struggle. But once instance suddenly pops up. This was Shelley madam. We were sitting in our class, me and mona…morose and down and helpless. We had fought a lot with Bera, the princi and were tired of the sick society, the sick people around us. Then Shelley madam comes into the class for something and asks us what’s happened. That was the time we were so tired of everything around, that we spoke our hearts to her. I remember she said something like, it’s never easy to start something new, and that this society has always been impartial to guys and that at her time it was even a lot harder. She said that we had to fight along and it was of no use sitting down and feeling doomed. That there kicked our spirits and even now when I look at her, back of my mind I remember those words. I am so thankful to her even though we make fun of her, but I respect her for what she had done. So many things have happened since. This thing is making me nostalgic, my god.

So we fought with arguments to arguments, cursed the men around us, practiced even more.
Bera Sir let us play one day. But we knew this was some kind of an attempt to cool us down. We played that day, the guys weren’t helping, didn’t let us in the team like a team.
Bera comes us and tells us something like “this is not meant for you. Why don’t u stick being a “girl”? It was soo sad you have no idea. I still have the urge to kick that guy hard in his balls thinking about whatever he had done and said to us that phase. Fat old guy.

Anyways, we fought and fought and finally somehow the class guys saw that to stop this entire trauma in the games period, they had to say yes to us playing. Because our rebel was somehow disturbing there game. And this time the whole bunch said yes not because they wanted to but because they had to.

Anyways we had won the chance to play, but still had to win the team. That happened when I started playing well. I remember I was a pretty strong girl physically and could kick the ball pretty hard. So it wasn’t that hard for me to come up with surprises mid way through the match.

You know why the guys and girls didn’t patch up those days…it was because of how we thought about things, the guys would think girls were nuts, girls would think the guys were idiots. And there was this huge competition between the sexes.

I started playing better day by day, and thank god started making friends with all the guys. I remember the other girls other than monalisha didn’t stick longer to playing. Monalisha would be there.

Then came the point where I started playing with them in every game not only football, I would hang around with them and they would be my friends. Monalisha was the only girl in the same group. Progressively, being good at sports and all, beating the asses of some guys….I would be stereotyped as a guy. However stupid that may be. :P

Anyways football became a very important part. I would play in the evening with the same group. The best part now was that the guys would take me as a teammate. Would let me play in the important matches, the inter class ones.
Meanwhile I had bought a football, my parents finally said yes to my long cherished desire of owning one.


Seeing the same group that would protest against me, now accepting me as a good player and fighting for me if some team would disagree to play in a match with a girl in the opponent, that would make me feel so proud.


The seniors coming up to me and saying things like “You are the only representative of us girls fighting out with the guys”, the seniors coming up and asking me to give them lessons in soccer. These would make me proud.

And then came Nesha. I remember teaching her football in my own small way. She would join me and Mona in football. I even remember her scoring a goal. It was amazing. That made me proud again.

Meanwhile I became a good player in the team, would shout out commands and stuff, would score goals, and was a player the team needed in defense. We would skip classes, bunk them and run out to play. Now the whole school was fine with me playing and thought that I somewhat a good palyer. We even started playing volleyball and I was good at it. So latterly I would hang out with the guys and talk to them the whole day. They were my friends.

Class 10 got me playing my best game. This year I learnt a lot of football. And now I’m pretty good at it. Class 10 gave me the best of friends who I love a lot and they love me back. And football became a part of my life.  We started playing with other schools….it was all so normal now. And now when I think about the whole fight, it’s incredible. Makes me feel I did SOMETHING good after all.

Now when I look at these girls from class 6 or 5, I’m not sure which class, who play in their class team, I feel the proudest. As if our fight had some meaning. And then they come up to me and go giggly and say things like “aap humlog ko thoda sikhayenge” They tell me when they have their games classes and would very seriously ask me if I would be free that time. I feel the proudest.

And even though I want to get training somewhere because I lack at the technique, but you don’t get whatever you desire. I mean where would I get so much field to play on if it wouldn’t have been for IIT. It’s never struck me that I want to play to achieve stuff, I’ve always wanted to play soccer because I love doing it. I love defending. I love stopping goals. I love scoring them. I love how I have this huge adrenaline rush seeing the attacker chase with the ball. I hate it when I play bad. Yes, I take this whole thing seriously. And that’s only because I love doing it.


It has been a long story and there has been so much more than what I’ve mentioned here. And the best thing is that I still have the same rush of excitement in me thinking of playing football. The best thing is that there hasn’t been a day that I haven’t thought about football. The best thing is that I long it to strike 4 pm now so that I can rush off to play. The best thing is that I get to see such awesome players in my contemporaries who inspire me and push me to play better. There’s so much more to say….and as I ponder on those days and ask the guys if they remember, they say they do. And there side of the story is a whole new thing. I’ll leave for anyone of them to type it down. HEHE. Just kidding. And here’s what’s the…

Bestest bestest part, the game is ON guys. 4 pm today. Let’s hit TATA steel.

LOVE LOVE

SAM B 

----Wrote this a week and a half back. When I started writing it I just wrote it in one flow and got so overwhelmed in the process. That's only because this whole thing is a big part of me. Hope you enjoyed...

It's awfully bad. Had to do with my webcam. And you can't even see me. And had to keep it short because of the video size restrictions :P 

Anyways thanks for stopping by, 
SAM B

Friday, April 15, 2011

Shubho Naboborsho!!

SHUBHOO NAVOBORSHOOOOO People!

translation: Shubho is Happy, Nava is new and Borsho is year which translates to Happy Bengali New Year. :)
Yeah...as if I'm the perfect person to teach you bengali! :/

And I took hold of Ria's The Time Traveller's Wife...and had a splendid funn time at her house organizing all the nooks of her huge wardrobe and then had a pura-bengali lunch with food on coconut leaves. Oh the lovely traditions! 

I now have knowledge of every dress, shirt, trousers she owns and can tell you where she has them in her wardrobe...quite something ryt :P
Got this picture today. Credit : Ria again. Thank you sooo much for taking the pic. I love it :)
My best buddies :) Can't get any better!
This was sometime this year when we were all punished for bunking class. :P


Oh and I had MISTI DOI. And I wanna play football.

SO chill guys
BYEE

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Day when you JUST CAN'T SLEEP. Period.

Before I start :)
The reasons for being absent from the blogosphere-
  1. The modem adapter crashed and hence I had noo internet access.
  2. Reliance net-connect is a bitch. 

SO now that I'm back, I have tons of blogs to go through. Makes me feel I missed on soo much. My dear friend Ria made this blogroll and I feel soo happy that I got listed first. That's nothing less that a blog award to me :D Hehe.

Anddd it's 5.28 in the morning and was awake the whole of yesterday. I can't sleep. I tried, I swear.

Btw, it's amazing @ night. It was very windy throughout the night. Read some Harry Potter for sometime and then walked over to the balcony with the camera and took shadow pics, wind blowing my hair ones. What shit!  I mean seriously I turned into maybe a higher level freak, clicking pictures @ 2 in the dark. The security guy outside was literally ogling and wondering what's got into me. Whatever!

Okay then I watched some TV, The Amazing race season 16, watched some crap hindi serial, DEXTER ( Thabk GOD!). Did some facebooking...all along checking on my parents so that they don't wake up and cry their lungs out on me.

And what else?! Well, I even wrote something about the wind. :|  And @ exactly 4, the birds started cooing :).

The BEST part is when you see the sun rise! Trust me, from this new flat I've never seen the sun rise. IT was unbelievable. And my stupid memory card was full thus no pictures. Have to repeat this ordeal someday later then I guess.

It has been 3 days I haven't slept properly. And damn I can't even write stuff like the insomniac owlcity guy. :| That would be substantial.

And I watched Sleepless in Seattle. How ironic!

Okay Goodbye now people andddd Good night!

^Tom night. Im on!!

I'm off to sleep tight....yes finally! YEAH RYT! :/

SAM B