It’s all in the mind.

It’s in your head, in your head ……Zombie Zombie!!!
Its makes so much of sense now.

My guitarist friend explained the above phrase to me 1000+ phone calls ago.
“It’s all in your state of mind!!”
He said that in life whatever we do and however we act towards a situation, it is our mind set which ultimately pulls us through it. The success or the failure of a task depends upon our attitude towards it. The zombie of ours in our heads can make all the difference. It is just a matter of interest and choice.
A boy can only learn how to play a guitar if he only has that interest and the attitude. Nobody can force him, it has to come from within. The zombie must speak.
A boy cannot do well in his examinations if he does not take interest in his subjects. His approach is pessimistic. No matter how long he sits in front of that book, no matter how much you push him, no matter the portion, he will not do well.

If we just have the right mentality we can move mountains. That’s what is said. I agree with it cent per cent. Our football team has proved it this year by winning the tournament.
Our attitude and state of mind in the finals, I guess, played a key role more than the skill and fitness (in my case). Our football captain and our coach, Mr. Sharma played a major part in igniting this zombie within us and look what we have achieved.

Today someone hurt me by telling me that I have failed as a friend. I have been selfish and inconsiderate. Callous and insensitive I have become, have I? If I have, I am sorry and I did not intend to do it. It was not in my mind. But to do my part, let me just tell him this again, I know right now you do not have your mind set on studies, you do have your share fair of reasons, and as you know neither is mine. It is going to be difficult but we have to change our state of mind. Lets get back the 10th grade exam attitude. Put in a bit more time than we already do. Just change our outlook on studies. I know this is the post-exam-me speaking, but we have to try and make it last as long as four more months. Just to “jhundoo” them.


I guess from these recent exams I have learned and understood this theory completely. Now I guess I(we) just have to apply it. It is all a matter of choice and our state of mind.

Just a thought

Why it is that all the things I love in this world always have a bad side to it?

On the other hand, all the things that I don’t like or simply hate are supposedly the ‘good’ things and have no ugly side to it.
I was wondering and it struck, all food that I love is unhealthy and fattening. I love McDonalds, pizzas, burgers, fried Chicken, Chinese, Thai, Pastas, Taco Bell, Fries, North Indian, Muglai, even sada Paper Dosas. These are some things I would die for… I crave for them every time and everywhere. But why do I? They are oily, unhealthy, fattening, calorific, and all that. Why is it that I crave only for food that is so unhealthy for me?
It is said that Too much of Anything is harmful. Why doesn’t this rule apply for vegetables and fruits? I hate them. But no, they have to be healthiest food on this god damn planet. Why are vegetables so healthy and fried chicken so unhealthy? At least coke and Chocolates should have been given an exemption from this rule. But no, whatever we like has to harmful so that we can have only little of it.
Because of natural rules like these people are becoming fatter and fatter everyday and breaking chairs in tuitions and exam halls. We get reports like “Your son has Overweight!” How insulting is that! People start wearing Blazers just to hide their bellies.

It does not end there, and just for fun to make thing even worse, that dude made vegetables taste yucky, gross and disgusting.
For example, McDonald’s Big Mac Burgers with extra mayonnaise which tastes like heaven is ‘bad’ for health, but karela, bitter gourd which tastes bitter and sick, helps to keep diabetes away and keeps you shipshape. Whats the deal with that? Who made stuff like this? Why can’t we just have a good wholesome KFC meal and not regret about it later? Why? Where have the good old days gone where nobody complained after a meal?

It is true for everything, no matter how much you study, it is always good in the eyes of your parents, but if we play football or stay out for a bit longer than two hours, they go ballistic. I mean don’t we know our own limits. Why do we have to be governed by such rules always? What would we do when we are on our own? Give us a break!!
There reply-then why aren’t the marks coming in? and that is also correct!! The marks aren’t coming in. They prove everything in this world, don’t they?

There are always two sides to everything; unfortunately at 16 I am stuck on the unfortunate side and have to sacrifice a lot to get the better out of life.

Just a Thought!

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Trailer

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix - Trailer




Thats kool....now go back to Maths...
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This Guy made this trailer himself....if u crazy about HP, you would like it .... funny somewhat...I dunno why i am putting it...simply.... watch



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Good...Had Fun...........Go study now....You are failing in Chem ....You better pass in Maths.....otherwise u won't get into a good university....hurry up........Gooooooooooo!!!!

Kubla Khan....Help!!

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.

It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !


A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,

That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

This is no excuse but a request.


As I had gone for football.... I have missed the poem 'Kubla Khan' is class and I know 'he' teaches really well. Now, I frankly don't understand much of the poem. It is, i guess, beyond me to go deep into this one on my own. I have tried it... and I have failed. Till now I just understood this that a dude called Kubla Khan wanted to build a paradise city of himself called Xanadu. I am in a terrible state, I know!!

Hence, I make use of this blog that I have to request, if somebody could explain the poem " kubla Khan". People who have understood and were present in class might want to help me and the others who have not. I inferred from my bus ride home today that many have not understood the poem even when they were present in class. Guys, you know sharing is caring...so please share your knowledge....let it flow and drain out.....would help a lot.

P.S - You Dogs didn't tell me that we have to learn only the underlined portion for EVS. I like an ass read through the whole book. Unmukt told me bloody 2 mins before the exam. Thanks that helped a lot.

Fire in the hood

While studying for an economics exam you do not expect your neighbour hood to catch fire. Do you?
Yesterday, at around 10: 45 ish in the night there was a series of blasts in my hood. They were loud enough for anybody to think that it was a bomb blast, considering the world we live in now days.
My mother was outside in the balcony taking a stroll after dinner when she told me to come outside.
All I could see was smoke and red flames of fire as high as the Bikanearwala building. All I could hear were the blasts. It was quite frightening and scary (for a lack of a better word). First thing you think about is to evacuate. But we stayed and panicked. People started coming down from everywhere screaming and shouting.

A sudden shiver does run down your body when you experience and see something like this happening. Shocking!!
One thing though, I was impressed with the police and the fire department of Dubai. They were fast and quick enough to reach there and tackle the chaotic and burning situation on time. The fire fighters didn't know what to do at first as it was caused due the electric box placed there. Apparently it just decided to blow up in the middle of the night. The cars surrounding the box also caught fire and blew up. One of them was a merc. There was also a pick up truck and 2 two other cars. That explained the series of blasts. I was scared for Amrit, the 9th grader; seriously, he lives on the blast side of the Bikanearwala building. Apparently, he was downstairs taking pictures and having fun.
It may sound clichéd but I did start to think of the people who have actually faced a situation of a bomb blast and lost their loved ones. I mean this fire was nothing compared to those ones, and still this fire made me shit in my pants and made me think of things I need to take before i evacuate. My Samsung came first in my mind. Not funny …..one look in the middle of my mom's face did terrify me...... I started thinking of my life and what I have been through so far. The people I have met and the people I would affect if something happens to me. I had a troubled night thinking of all this and could not concentrate much more on Eco.

By 1 everything cleared off…. The electric box had disappeared, the cars had turned to ash, the people are calm now, and no one was hurt other than the owner of the merc. - financially.

Someone close to English Language

Tomorrow we have our English language exam and the day after that is Economics. Screwed!!

Hence to practice a bit of language I have decided to blog. Normally I do one or two past papers but I will take it on differently this time and plus I had a bet with Tejas.

Today I want to write a about a guy who impressed me a lot with his first impression, his charm and his style. I think I speak for Tejas also. We first met him in my house when he came to give us the orientation class. “Hie Guys” in a semi Brit – Semi Bihari accent. Yes, Mr. H.K, my SAT tutor. His composed behavior, his laugh, his Karan Johar type attitude, his English did make us admire him. Our classes started of really well with addition and multiplication in Math. He gave us a brilliant start to an essay also. "Right from the inception of mankind, mans unquenchable thirst for perfection and to obtain the very best in life made him embark on a journey…..” It is pretty good. At that time Mr. H.K was the best.

As the days flew by we came to know the con that he was. We now just think back and laugh on our stupidity. He always came half an hour to one hour late for class. He would give us hell lot of work to do and then go in 15 minutes with some excuse. While studying he would eat his lunch, munching and chewing away non veg. dishes in a veg. Brahman’s house. (Govind)

While we did our paper, he would make those weird noises from his mouth which everyone hates.

Just three words of his “Are you sure?” would piss us off. It was the way he said it .Ask Tejas he knows it.

“His LIES” Oh my God... His Lies. Apparently he would always be stuck in traffic on Sheik Zayed road. When he would actually be in someone else’s house having his cup of tea and biscuits. I have never seen a bigger fraud and cheat than him. He took 1500 bucks from us for our TOEFL and gave us only one Cambridge CD to practice from. One CD and 1500 Dhs. SHIT!! Out of his pocket he only paid the internet café dude – 7Dhs per day for Tejas, Govind and me.

The day after our SAT test and his remuneration, the guy just vanished. Never to call and pick up his phone. It is funny when I think about him. It is hilarious when I remember his laughs and giggles when he used to talk to his wife. His British accent with Ghati words in between. His ambition for his kids. His hair. His stories of his accident in front of Dnata building and his red car full of books. Somehow I will never forget him.

Lesson to be learnt – watch out for guys like him in life.

Hey tomorrow is our English exam.

So now….

Answer the following briefly in your own words.

1) Who is Mr. H.K?

2) How is ‘he’ a con artist?

3) List three humorous things about ‘him’?

4) Why do Vegetarians suck?

5) What is the moral of the story?

6) With close reference to text explain if you would consider yourself a dumb ass to answer the above questions.

Good I think I am prepared for English. Please correct me if I am wrong.

P.S. - If you really want to improve your language, read Ashiq’s and Anish’s blog…..not mine..... .you are wasting your time...... jackass.

Mentos

Mr. Mudassir told us about this awesome experiment today in tuitions whilst Sebastian, a humble boy, was having Mentos. It is simple, watch....




and this dude is just funny.....



Try it and tell me how it worked for you guys........ it will be fun
And According to Ashiq..... if we have coke + mentos..... it can be poisonous.... so don't go try doing that. Ali no!

"Dude, are you freaking kidding me? you serious?!"

It hurts.
It’s agonizing.
It’s painful not only to the leg but also to the mind.
It is stressful. Constantly thinking of what could, would have been and probably what will be.
Followed with sleepless and restless nights. The mind cannot fall asleep while worrying about something it loves.
It is tormenting to put a chilled ice pack 4 times a day, rubbing a cream every now and then, having tablets and syrups and just hoping it would heel soon.
What is really frustrating is to sit out on an important match, watching your team loose and not being able to do anything about it even if you wanted to. That’s killing!

Patience is testing me, I guess. Every one says this kind of injury takes 2 day, TWO DAYS, to heal and recover. It has been TWO weeks and I have not recovered completely. It is Frustrating. I curse the Dude sitting on top even though I do not believe in him. I wake up every morning with hope of a fine, back-to-normal Leg. Studying has become a bit more tougher when thoughts like this wonder my mind. This is my last year and I have to play and play well. My team is through to the quarters with and without me and I feel happy and blessed. I know I have plenty of football left in college and all, but this tournament is the one we have strived for 3 years. Every week playing and practicing in Maktoum, practicing touches in the children’s room , in school, outside school, everywhere. Too much! At this moment I cannot allow myself to miss it.

I feel it for the hardworking international football players who miss half a season, sometimes even one or two due to injury caused due to miss timed tackles or accidentally. Hell, their short span career is on the line. That’s probably frustration and stress. It would be devastating for anyone to miss world cups because of injury. But what I love about them is that they still continue. They do not give up, but move on. If they can, they comeback purely for the love of the beautiful game. The pride they have on being a footballer. They do not give up that hope to begin a new. Respect and salute to all the football players. Hats Off.

One thing I have to say before I close, this hell of a situation has made me a believer in the Dude sitting upstairs to a certain extent. "Dude, are you freaking kidding me? you serious?!" I question him, talk to him and take out all my frustrations on him. I have realized, people do turn to the Dude when they are hopeless and desperate and when there is no one else to turn to. I guess, all we need is a bit of hope to survive. Just Hope. And that's what the Dude gives us. Just Hope.
Anyway, Gooooo MODERN !!!

P.S – I sometimes feel like Beckham, when he broke his metatarsal and all, I mean the situation. Quite similar…