Good evening dear reader. How you are?
I thought I'd join the rest of the world in giving you a lowdown on my teachers.
1- Mrs Padmavathy Shrinivasan- She has a heart even bigger than her name, which is a thing one would believe to be well-nigh impossible. I went to her house today, and she treated me to fabulous Chinese food. (Unfortunately vegetarian, but what can you expect from an Iyengar?). I went to her place to type out notes in history, which is what happens when you are star student, and had to listen to a long lecture about how she wants a 90 in history in the boards this year, and moi was supposed to provide it.
2- Mrs Rupa Das- She is a geography teacher, and can make her subject a laat more fun if she tries. Even though she enjoys geography, she makes it sound extremely boooooring. In giving marks, she's ra-zzer strict.
3- Mrs. Suchitra Kaushik- Maths. She is sweet. Freedom of the press, I thought, was a fundamental right. Comment if I m wrong.
4- Mrs. Deepa Raghavan. A-Ha, Now that's a teacher I really like. She's supposed to be very strict, but she started a class with an explanation of the development of English literature, and also explained the first four lines of thr Canterbury tales. The way she deals with the class is rather Strict, for want of a better word, which is what makes me enjoy it. As a teacher, she's one at the top.
5- Economics. Hoooold your breath........... Mrs. Suman Lata once again!!!!!!!!. She's started to become even worse with the class, and is now going to make sure that no one bunks economics. Well. I anyway don't, but for the others, who maybe attended a single class in the 'dismal science' (made much more dismal !) in the whole academic year (Most notable of whom is a certain Miss Unnati Misra!), its going to be a kind of torture outlawed by the Geneva Convention. Anyway, they're going to have fun.

Well, I think I'll talk a bit more about other teachers I ve had and liked in the last few years.
glands in her class, and almost getting slapped.
6- Mrs. Shruti Misra- NOW THAT was a teacher I realy liked. More information shall be provided on request. The Freedom of the press is an unknown idea in Delhi Public School.
7- Miss Swati Dasgupta- Ooooooooooooooh, quelle professeur!. She managed to awaken my interest in french after having a certain other teacher, who shall remain unknown to all of you now as my teacher, which is no mean feat. Though fond of introducing herself to her class by the words "Hi, I m Swati, and I m nasty!", she was quite sweet to me after I started behaving myself in class.
8- Chandrani Mukherjee- AKA Queen Victoria. Wonderfully fun English teacher though rather evil where giving marks were concerned, atleast to the rest of Class 10 K. I still remember her exquisite vocabulary, and her fat quivering arms. The best experience I ever had in her class was when she asked Sahil Kanwar to stand up in class to give am answer to an 8 marker about the character sketch of Joy, a character in a ghastly play called the Phoenix. Sahil got up, shifted uneasily, scratched his hair, surreptitiously did something not very nice, and dropped the following pearls of wisdom.
"Er, ma'am, ah ma'am, Joy, ma'am. Joy is Boy!"
and stares at her pleadlingly, while the class ROAREDDDDDD with laughter.
9- Mrs. Neerja Jawa- A-ha, She was another teacher I liked, and one who managed to awaken my dead interest in mathematics. Her pronounciation had some rather interesting peccadillos, Email for further information. All the same, she was a lovely person, and one that I really like.
10- Mrs Prema Pandey- Now thats another teacher in the Swati Dasgupta and Deepa Raghavan league, as far as my respect for her is considered. My first brush-in with her was not as good as it could have been, relations have improved and are quite cordial between us as of this moment. She plans to send me to finishing school, and if she means Switzerland, let it be on the record that I have no objection WHAT-SO-EVER. She's also one of the incharges of interschool competitions.
11- Mrs Suman Takru- Ah, she's the other one, and is the velvet glove in the Iron hand-velvet glove combination.She however, also gets her work done, though by persuation rather than bullying.
I think thats quite enough for today.

I am going to buy Geeta Dutt
and more Geeta Dutt
and more Geeta Dutt
And I'll record over the Na Jaao Saiyan and other sad songs

Well Hello

I am President Quizzing Club. Bhavya is president, debating society, Karan is President Exun.
Now that I've got that out of my sstem, I shall inforn you about my papers.
1- History WooHoo- 89!!!!!!!!!!! Topped mon classe. I m very pleased
2- Eco 85!!! bot bad, considering I left 3 chaps
3- Geogo 84! Well Well
4- Maths 66!!! A-ha
5- Eng 80!!!!!! Second-highest in the school, from what I hear.

Manny Low Manny Low Manny Low
Don't read this if you want humour, its not azgezesque.
class XI is over. We're going to 12th. I m freaked.
See, its not that I m scared about the fact that its a board year, though that doesn't quite cheer me up anyways. What I'm getting freaked out is the fact that its the last year in school. Its fucking freaky. Hello, I'm a kid still, Don't make me leave school!

I've always had trouble adjusting to new situations. In Infant, I used to howl when we had to go to school. In Vasant Vihar I was fine, largely because mama was there, I was then (and still am, when I m nervous) a mamma's boy. There's nothing like mama for making everything seem better.

In RKP, I hated it, It was largely because I didn't have many friends inita\ially, and I was also a horrible person, After I got friends by the end of VIIth, life improved and by class VIII I actually started enjoying life.

Lekin 10th, 10th was a turning point in my scholastic life.
Finally I found a great set of friends, people who I'm very thankful to. My quizzing career, that Se Evil Udita had put into cold storage again kick-started after the Columban and Bongo (Siddharth Banerjee to all those who don't know him). Bongo took us under his wing, and, against Prema Ma'am's advice, took us for a quiz meant exclusively for class XI and XII, in which we managed to come 2nd. That was the actual start of Quizzing in RKP.
We (PC, Bhavya, Anurag and Manav, in that order) went from strength to strength in this year, managing to always come either 2nd or 3rd, something that has managed to dog us until this year.

The pre-boards went very well, and gave me confidence for the boards, in which I was;t bad. By the end of 10th, everything was at its peak.

Since then, its not been as good, though its still been close.

I haven't had as much fun in Class in class XI as I managed in Class X, caused in part due to my moronic class in the dungeon block, in which everyone(with the exception of 5 people) have an IQ of x, where x is numerically so small that x square and higher powers cannot be considered. As a result of all these, I ve been bored in class. Very Bored.

On the Quiz and Personal front however, its been getting better. If you read Bhavya's blog, you get some idea of their quizzing success, in most of which I've also played a part, albeit a small one. Personally, I ve made great friends while keeping track of my old (and best) ones. My circle of friends is at its peak.

Now 12th. End of school. I m petrified. Let nothing change. Let ze bonds never grow weaker. Life's been the best I've had for the last two years, specially in school, Please, life, stay that way.

I have no doubt this'll seem very corny to all of you, me too by the morning. But right now, at 12.47 am. I say thanks. Thank you god, for all that I have. Thank you life, for all that you have given me.
At this point, this minute, this juncture in life, I honestly feel I have no regrets. I know that I will have remembered some by the morning, that by the morning I'll revert to my pessimistic, low, boring self. I know that I may be low again, I know that I've screwed up my papers, but I have no regrets, none whatsoever, in these past two years.

May this be the case with me the day I die too. (No, I am not suicidal!, I m rambling, I know. Don't read this if you want humour, it doesn't have much). I once read something about an old woman whose family prepared a wonderful dinner for her, and after that she went for a walk and never came back. She was blessed. How lovely it would be to die when one is at peace with oneself, when one can honestly say "Thank you God, for all you have given to me".

Hai Ram, what all have I been writing!
Yours Puzzledly
Manav (not so low now)

Sorry Sorry Sorry and Very Sorry.
Me had the aforementioned exams and so me did not blog, Okay, no excuses will do. I have been very remiss in writing blog entries, and not writing one for two weeks cannot be excused.
Today you shall hear about the tragedy of my papers.
History- 10th March 2004- This was the first paper, and the one in which my panic attacks started. Though we hardly had much course, I was so freaked out that my productivity declined to approximately 20% of what it normally is. The paper did not, however, go badly and with a bit of luck I expect something like an 80 in it, which is extremely good for history.
2- Geography- 12th March 2004- I am stupid, I left two whole chapters in this. Another effect of panic. In case someone has any tips on panic management, please give them to me, I ve managed to majorly screw up my papers this time, However, it could have been a lot worse. Am expecting about 80 in this too.
3- English- 13th March 2004- What does one say about English? As apapers go, it wasn't bad, with the notemaing, the only thing I hate being easy, 75-80.
40 Maths-15th March 2004- Now this was FUCKED! FAAKED MAJORLY. I don't know what happened but I forgot everything I had done in half my chapoters, and I'll be lucky if I manage a 60.
4th- Economics-17th March 2004- The only redeeming feature of this was the fact that the Indian eco part was easy, sine I fucked up stats.
Useless set of papers

Hello there,
I hope all of you are in the pink of health, because I am not. Examinations draw closer, and I must agree with As Gays Blood Fist, even though I am not in Pay Puh Mode. I admire him for that (Is there no end to my magnanimity?)

As Gays Blood Fist has recently published a blog entry. I shall quote from it..
1- Da Lunatic then proceeded to call her a Brontosaurus, which one also finds funny, when one considers the fact that both Da Lunatic and most Brontosauruses have comparable brain sizes.
A brontosaurus had a brain of 5.8kgs, so thanks, Nisheeth. It is not, incidentally the size that makes a difference to the intellect (which I have quite a lot of), but the ridges on it.
Also, the plural of brontosaurus (Apatosaurus excelsus) happens to be brontosauri.
2- However, if you are male, and screw yourself (a male) it is supposed to be okay. What crap! Please nobody give me that time honored cockroach excreta about how screwing yourself and fagging are two different things,they're not.

Ermm, I didn't know that masturbation involved "Screwing" as per the definitiion of the word. Correct me if this is so.
As far as I know, fagging refers to smoking cigarettes, which is definitely not the same as screwing oneself. What I think Azgez is referring to, is shagging.
Bye-bye
Manav

As Gays Blood Fist has decided not to fight, and has slunk home, tale between legs.
Yus!
Victory is ours.

Az Gays also has the audacity to say that those who talk abput Jerking Off are a dirty lot. Methinks he's demented, and frustrated. Haath ne bhi saath nahi diya....
Cheerio
Manav

PS- Karan, cheerio is a word in the English Language and thus cannot be copyrighted, unless it is a product, at which point it will be Cheerio (TM).