A Sonnet for the Rain

A Sonnet for the Rain

I'm lying on my bed,

Singing tracks of Troy

And rain pours like heaven

Bringing winds of joy.

I can see no raven,

Missives of bad boys.

The pour is some music,

It ain't some noise.

I can see a great shadow

Covering the Sun's eyes.

Clouds so grey and shallow,

Lighting up my mind.

Drops of water hollow

Eager to be filled with eyes

And the lake that far away,

I can't see it, it ain't a lie.

Wind-driven droplets thrilled

Keeps me calmly chilled.

This ain't no darkness of which to be sad.

This is a darkness of which one must be glad.

I see the flowers bent;

Playful but spent.

Strips of lightning 

Bring with them some noise..

And now i feel the wind,

Push me away 

From the brink.

Now that force will suffice.

Now i'm unknowingly drenched,

As water droplets clenched

The whole of my size..

Now the door is shut,

By no force but that,

Of that chilly wind that now cries

The rain is now hidden,

Beyond a shut door forbidden,

From myself to open,

Just to feel the rain one last time..

But now the rain is hidden.

By a door forbidden.

From myself to open.

Just to feel the rain.

One Last Time

Weekend of info flood!

Weekend of Info Flood

Weekends are generally peaceful, quiet, serene, restful blah blah blah. Some weekends are extremely extraordinary. One such weekend, a quizzing weekend, a flood of info. 

Saturday, The Kaikuu Quiz Fest. A whole day of extreme quizzing with people pouring in from all over the country, eager to tackle and win. I was just another small fish trying to survive the ocean of these quizzers. These "thope" quizzers whom are at par with few people. Where would I stand?

In a place where you can't tackle  what you're facing, its better to absorb all of it and use it in another place and tackle them, than to lose everything in one attempt; the war, the weapon and the chance.

Starting at 10 O'clock,preceded by a steep hike to a museum, the quiz went on till 9 in the evening. I, rather my army of 3; we stood no chance possibly killing about 4-5 in 2 of the 3 quizzes. The last one, with an army of 2, we killed 12-13. That day of war was over. It was all a flood whenever I chose to sit aside and watch how to kill a question, in every positive sense of it. Looking at those other aces ace each question, i learnt maneuvers and battle strategies. All that is left, is research and practice. At The end of that, we had dinner in a fort. 

The next day, The battle was called "Landmark Open". It was a tough competition. The stakes were high. Losing was dishonour. WE HAD TO WIN! Hence we started, digging through all the memory lanes, me and my army of 3, all the lanes we could go to. We got out all we could to plan killing each question. There were 40 odd questions. We managed to kill 18 and took half the life of another. The other people at par, they killed less. The final battle, fought by brothers and elder people, it was another flood of newer and greater knowledge. 

My army won the battle, we were the best army.

More than the winning, the flood and absorbing all the minerals in the flood, is what made me something new and someone better at war today. Maybe tomorrow, i'd be a bit more better now that i plan on starting research about the tactics and strategies used in the first war. 

A day as a tour guide

A day as a tour guide

I've always seen tour guides on TV or at some tourist destination I've been to. I always thought it was an easy job. Ask whether they needed a guide, show them around, cash and repeat the process again.

Only day before did I know how bloody tiring it is.

It was to be just another normal day. Maybe it was exciting for some of my friends. I was not excited at the prospect of showing around my school to students from another school. It was just another day, though it was the first time I'd be doing something like that. 

They arrived. An army of students. A battalion. Maybe 46-50. All dressed in pure white shirts and blue shaded pants. Neatly combed, freshly ironed. We had to go and introduce ourselves and mingle with this battalion to make them feel comfortable, homely and friendly. 

They were quite friendly. Maybe not all of them were. The ones I spoke to were quite social. I asked them questions accompanied by my classmate and they asked me questions about school and life. Questions, answers, conversations.

Time came to show these foreigners our magnificent school, spread over a 190 acres. A fellowship was selected. Myself and 5 others. A fellowship of 6 students, armed with the knowledge of the school, set out to show the foreigners the awe-inspiring fields and other unique features of our school. 
A journey of over 2 km. A journey across labs and fields. Planes and tanks. Musicians and cricketers. Hiking and trekking. ......... basically all the tiring activities. 
The list is too big. My activeness and patience, quite small. I'm too lazy nowadays. So basically, i figured out how tiring a guide's job is. To roam around the whole place and giving continuous information about the area. ~sigh~. Well, new experiences. They last!