I Have Been Crazy Lately

The Last Day

When I first came,
I was not feeling the same
Some nervous and some excited glances
It was April, then May, exams, holidays - I unit gone.

June summer
July, August, September, October- II gone.

October, November, December, Exams - III gone.
Now January, February- gone
March now going on
Exams in a week, time less
Enjoy the days but don't make a mess
Study but don't make the brains hot
After that, we'll enjoy a lot.
I didn't even know when the time had gone
but now I know, and I am sad
To leave you alone.

Now again will come-
April, May, and so on...
But my heart will remember these days with you.


written on the Last Day of my VI class.
I wrote this poem for my teachers, to my lovely classroom, and to my first year in the senior school.

THE DESIRED ONE

Jai was trying to find his remote-controlled toy car in his room. He could not find it, so he went to the store-room to look for it. He was making his way through dust covered boxes and cartons on the floor. He found his car, cleaned it and was happily making his way back. Suddenly his foot landed on a paper. He turned and picked it up. It was a photograph- also covered with dust. He came towards light and cleaned it. Wow, it was he as a baby; and his then young parents. But who was this other child wearing a frock in their arms? A twin? No, he was the only child. He was puzzled. He came to the room and placed the photograph in the bedside drawer. He kept thinking, thinking. Who could this child be? A cousin? His own sister? Where was she? Why was he never told about her in all his eight years of age?

Confused and tired, he fell asleep. He dreamt of the girl in the photo. He was playing with her, laughing with her, fighting with her. He was still lost when he went to school the next morning. His parents were wondering what had happened to him. Finally, he decided to tell his parents about his problem. At night, he called his parents to his room and took out the photograph out of the drawer. The parents were surprised and hung their faces in shame when Jai asked them about the baby. They were puzzled and confused regarding what to tell their son. Jai asked them what the photo meant. They sat near him, patted his head and said, “ Jai, the girl in the photo is your twin sister.” His mother paused to think what to say and how to say. Then she took courage and said, “Jai my boy, she is your twin sister. When you both were 3 months old, you both fell sick. Your grandparents made us take you to the doctor while she was not given any medicine. As a result she died and you survived. Your grandmother said that the girl would be a big responsibility. It is best that she is left to die.”

She stopped. She could not say anything more. Jai was crying, “But why didn’t you think about me-all alone, playing alone, and and and ….” He started sobbing and drifted off to sleep.
His parents thought that they would leave him alone for a while. Jai was again dreaming of his twin sister. He could see her alive in his dreams. His parents in the other room were thinking. His father thought of a plan and said, “Why don’t we adopt a girl and tell Jai this is his new sister as his birthday comes the day after tomorrow.”

And Sunday came. It was Jai’s birthday. They went off to an orphanage where his parents had already fixed a meeting with the manager Miss Tanvi who was a kind, generous and decent person. They told Jai where they were going and what he was going to get. He jumped with joy. Miss Tanvi told his parents that they could adopt a girl ofJai’s age. Jai and his parents waited in the office. Jai was very excited.

After some time, she came with a sweet little girl with a sad face, “This is your new brother and these are your parents, Chahat.” Chahat came towards Jai and Jai shyly hugged her. They both were crying with joy as if they had been separated and had now met. Their parents signed the forms, thanked Miss Tanvi. The little girl hugged Miss Tanvi and said bye to her friends. Then she went shopping with her brother and her parents. They bought beautiful clothes, a school bag and books. Chahat’s dream of having a doll house was fulfilled. They came home, cut the cake that said “Happy Birthday”.

It was Chahat’s new birth, and Jai’s too.

Jai went out in the lawn and shouted, “I have a sister.”

CONVERSATION

This poem by Olive Dove is in my Literary Reader and I love it.
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Why are you always tagging on?
You ought to be dressing dolls
Like other sisters.

Dolls! You know I don’t like them.
Cold, stiff things lying so still.
Let’s go to the woods and climb trees.
The crooked elm is the best.
From the top you can see the river
And the old man hills,
Humped-backed and hungry
As ragged beggars.
In the day they seen small and far away
But at night they crowd closer
And stand like frowning giants.
Come on! What are you waiting for?

I have better things to do.

It’s wild in the woods today.
Rooks claw the air with their cackling.
The trees creak and sigh.
They say that long ago, slow Sam the woodcutter
Who liked to sleep in the hollow oak,
Was found dead there.
The sighing is his ghost, crying to come back.
Let’s go and hear it.

I hate the sound.

You mean you’re afraid?

Of course not.
Jim and I are going fishing.

Can I come too?

What do you know about fishing?
You're only a girl.

BOND...I LOVE BOND...

The artist at work

Today I helped NewPinch and her brother in the project of making a fish with pulses. It was easy for me to do but for NewPinch and her brother, it was very difficult. Because I had only to stick the pulses on paper.

Guess who am I?

Yes, I am Bond-
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Fevi-Bond.

boring mom, uploaded it ulta

In process

Madame artist has many eyes

'A' or 'V'?

The man whose job I was doing is seen playing with roti da dabba

The name is Bond...Fevi Bond

They are cruel, they will frame this fish

Painted and framed

The finished product

(As dictated by NewPinch to her mom. NewPinch has dozed off, Photo captions courtesy-Mom)

A Spoiled Games Period

Yesterday was my games period. It was totally spoiled. Let me tell you how.

We girls decided to play Kho-Kho and the boys decided nothing but to spoil our game. So they sent Prabhjot to do it. He just sat in the track. I got angry and angrier. It was my turn to run. Jessica of the opposite team asked me why I was not running fast enough. I said, it doesn’t matter to you, because if I run slowly, it will be easier for you to chase me.

The boys were disturbing our game. So I decided I won’t play because I was filling up with fire of anger. I sat on a bench. I saw two girls named Arpan and Manvi were saying that we would play only in the shade because we will get sun-burnt. I told them it is not your beauty contest tomorrow that you have to be protected from sun. Then all the girls decided that they will not play kho-kho, they will play catch-catch. Both my best friends Ashpreet and Gurjit saw me sitting alone so they decided not to play. Some boys challenged us to catch them. All of us girls caught them and the boys learnt their lesson right.

Still it was a spoiled games period.

IMPRESSIVE - CHINESE MAN SPEAKS PUNJABI

My mother's teacher sent her this video and she showed it to me. I wish to share it here.