Showmanshu-4 years old

One of my best

“Wish i could relive the past, wish there was no need to find a path,
wish there were no growing pains, no fear of falling apart, 
Wish a life with no more lies, where love would all be suffice;
success would never matter and failure could never shatter,
for who feel life’s a race, for them feelings can never matter;
feeling is all i care, endurance is all i have mastered,
i wish to walk throughout, can’t afford to just pass it out, 
we could all just be together, no more reasons to turn our back,
Life’s a different ball game, you either learn or give it back”

School Diaries: 6th Grade

https://www.youtube.com/user/NerulToday?feature=watch

                                                Mired Memories: 

This is amazing; I never believed I could ride a cycle so well, not quite acquainted with the gears though, I feel I’m better off without them. Trust me it feels good. But I don’t know, something is wrong out here, because I have been hearing my sister’s voice, despite the fact that I can’t understand what’s being said, but frankly going by the voice, looks like someone’s in a bad mood.

I don’t know how she knows I am here, since I am all alone by myself on the street riding my New Bicycle. These sisters you know, they are the ones – I especially mean the elder ones, they are not the ones you can fool around with. No matter how smart you are, they will know and try hard in knowing your darkest secrets, they can read you, track you down.

I personally feel there can be a solution for the entire aforementioned items. But there really isn’t a solution for beating per se. Because since birth, we are taught to respect our elders and especially sisters; never disrespect them. So needless to say; they can beat you with or without a reason; whenever, wherever and however. And believe you me; this is exactly what happens in my case every time.

So where were we, yes riding. Yeah, you won’t believe my hands are in the air while riding. Well, that’s probably too much for a kid riding it for the first time in his life. I feel riding without my hands every time.

Oops, I can hear my sister’s voice more clear than ever, ‘Stupid, Idiot, Fool get up’. Now SIF is quite a common phrase used by her whenever she is out of her mind, and I get to hear it only on two occasions. First, when she has my report card in hand and secondly, when she’s getting late to school because of me. Did I just say school, oh shit, I had been dreaming dead. How could I forget? And even with my eyes slightly opened, I can see something approaching me but I am too sleepy to be freaked out, but suddenly the temperature of my cheek rose, making me realize of the fact that I have been slapped multiple times by my sister, in her pursuit to wake me up; she’s sweet and caring, isn’t it?

She goes out loud, ‘you moron, get up, will you? It’s already 06:30 AM, it’s your first day and you don’t even care’. And whenever I am in a fix like this, I prefer choosing the smart way out of the situation is by just getting up quietly with less or no smile on my face at all, facing downwards and head directly to the bathroom.

I knew I could make it to school on time because our school started at 07:15 AM but we had to report by 07:00 AM sharp. So the speed with which I went in, with the same I rushed out and in no time I was ready for the first day of school. Suddenly I realized that the distance from my house to the school was barely 250-300 meters, so I asked my sister, ‘Hey why are we in such a hurry?

To which she politely said, ‘Oh, so you forgot Mr. Chandola, didn’t you? Now here’s the sign, whenever in the past she referred me as Mr. Chandola, I have always witnessed either of the two things; a terrible confrontation or a warning, followed by if I am lucky a single slap. Come on, you know the drill, she said and then she winked. And I swear to god, trust me that is not the type of smile you want to see on your first day at school. So finally I was freaked.

And this is how it all went on my first day of school at home.

Now shifting gears to My School, St. Xavier’s High School, Nerul. My school was beautiful, 10-on-10 in looks, amenities and teaching. I have been in this school for the past six years, and there are still four more years to pass. My parents put us in this school because they thought that it’s better to have children enrolled nearby, so the tracking of our progress and activities could be done efficiently and also because St. Xavier’s was quite famous among the peer schools. So it made this school my parent’s obvious choice. But despite spending so many years here, I still don’t feel what I should be feeling about going to school.

So in school, I don’t enjoy much. Well, I have my own set of reasons for it but ever since I cleared out my 5th grade, whole summer vacations I have been quite happy, I had a great feeling, feeling of freedom, feeling of comfort, for lack of a better word and the reason being that this was the last year of wearing short length pants because in my school, students from 7th grade and above wore full pants. So we all boys could happily say, ‘Chaddi se Mukti’ [Freedom from shorts] finally.

Well, unlike every school, I feel there are three type of students present, three categories, the ones that I call the Brilliant, the Shana Kauwwas; Average, Aasool waale (applies only to me) and last but not the least, Below Average, Dhakkans (rightly said by our PT teacher).

Now let’s focus on Brilliant, the Shana Kauwwas, The reason I call them that is because they are excellent when it comes to studies, debates, maintaining good rapport with all the teachers and always showing Middle Finger to the latter two categories.

What I find funny about them is that they always score full marks in class test, but during exams they sometimes tend to resort to some unethical means such as copying from the guys either sitting behind them or in front of them. And I have been seeing this shit for quite some time now. So once I happen to ask one of the Shana Kauwwas, ‘Hey dude, why do you try to copy during exams, I mean you guys are the ones, we should be looking up to right? Why cheat, tell me? And what he said was quite shocking.

He replied, ‘........

To be continued

Showmanshu

He is lovely, he is sweet, he is smart, he is good.

Starting from the bottom video, i shot this video near a highway and the cranes were surrounded by filt, dirt and all kinds of shitty things. So i thought it should be brought to notice and do something about it, because they are the actual beauty of our place.

Now rest all the above videos are of a sweet child that i know and love. he is amazing. despite the fact that he is only four years old, but i must say the boy's got some skills.