It's been a month of school. A hectic month and a month full of pressure. Class 10 seems like something out of the works of a particularly sombre Russian author. And CCE is like Kapil Sibal's very own definition of the word 'sadism'. It truly has been an eventful month.
The month of June began with my first week of school. The change was sudden and unpleasant - no more late night movies, no more late breakfasts or anything else that I had come to associate, even remotely, with fun.
It was quite hard on me, when all that I loved was replaced by all that I didn't.
That first week was marked by many assignments, a few learning experiences ("Nobody ever kicks a dead dog") and hardly any fun. You can’t expect anything else; the nearest substantial holidays are a whole year away, the World Cup doesn't start for 3 weeks and the Premier League is completely out of the picture.
I will be deceiving you, my readers, if I tell you now that I breezed through that week. The truth, the ugly, sad, bitter truth is that I barely made it. And I won’t give you some vague explanation about all my struggles being a "valiant battle in the face of defeat". I will come out and tell you that all my struggles were purely in vain.
The second week was nothing of consequence, but a dreary sequel to the first. It sapped my energy and made me a ghost of myself.
From the third week, however, things began looking up. There were football matches to watch, and even the deep, malicious voice of Mr. Jagannath Shenoy couldn't have any impact on me. The tests may have begun, but whoever cared??
And then the bombshell came: England's woeful, miserable, Dickensian performance. should I go as far as to call it a performance?? After all, it seemed like they hadn't turned up in South Africa.
But I shall not dwell on such matters of the past. Let England's misery be a tale to be told some other time.
The fourth week, there were some amazing encounters on the green field. German engineering proved its mettle (again), and two highly overrated teams exited the tournament.
And at the end of the month, what do I have to show for my struggles? Nothing, apart from my very being here to write this blog, nothing at all. and yes, Rs.501 to buy Eco-friendly women's fashion. Now that's something isn't it?
bala
The month of June began with my first week of school. The change was sudden and unpleasant - no more late night movies, no more late breakfasts or anything else that I had come to associate, even remotely, with fun.
It was quite hard on me, when all that I loved was replaced by all that I didn't.
That first week was marked by many assignments, a few learning experiences ("Nobody ever kicks a dead dog") and hardly any fun. You can’t expect anything else; the nearest substantial holidays are a whole year away, the World Cup doesn't start for 3 weeks and the Premier League is completely out of the picture.
I will be deceiving you, my readers, if I tell you now that I breezed through that week. The truth, the ugly, sad, bitter truth is that I barely made it. And I won’t give you some vague explanation about all my struggles being a "valiant battle in the face of defeat". I will come out and tell you that all my struggles were purely in vain.
The second week was nothing of consequence, but a dreary sequel to the first. It sapped my energy and made me a ghost of myself.
From the third week, however, things began looking up. There were football matches to watch, and even the deep, malicious voice of Mr. Jagannath Shenoy couldn't have any impact on me. The tests may have begun, but whoever cared??
And then the bombshell came: England's woeful, miserable, Dickensian performance. should I go as far as to call it a performance?? After all, it seemed like they hadn't turned up in South Africa.
But I shall not dwell on such matters of the past. Let England's misery be a tale to be told some other time.
The fourth week, there were some amazing encounters on the green field. German engineering proved its mettle (again), and two highly overrated teams exited the tournament.
And at the end of the month, what do I have to show for my struggles? Nothing, apart from my very being here to write this blog, nothing at all. and yes, Rs.501 to buy Eco-friendly women's fashion. Now that's something isn't it?
bala
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