Adoloscence

The mood swings, the over-confidence, the 'I-am-always-right' attitude, the physical & mental changes. All of us are familiar with this part of our life. Adoloscence. A short, tumultous time of life during which we make some of the most imortant desicions and gain truck loads of knowledge through experience. During adoloscence, each child struggles to find his identity amidst the thousands he is surrounded by. Many pull through and are able to carve a niche fo themeselves, others find themselves as just another face in the crowd. We as adoloscents, or young adults, as our elders so fondly call us, face so many issues while making through this time. Many, if we choose it to be so, can teach us valuable lessons and take us to heights, or leave us scarred for life. Many adoloscents feel what they're going through - anger, resentment, angst - are beyond their control and give up. I say that we CAN channel our energy positively. Some of the greatest works of art, peices of literature, discoveries, inventions have been the result of anger well-channelled. I feel that adoloscence is just another roller coaster in the carnival of life. It has its ups & downs. We can either get off it exhilerated, no doubt, dizzy but braver than before; or end up shaky and puking in the corner.

Remember, Life is what you make it.

Ciao,

Taksh

There Is Something Under The Bed

THERE IS SOMETHING UNDER THE BED

Every night at bedtime,

My heart is heavy with dread;

‘cause there’s something under the bed,

Oozing and spewing forth slime.

Underneath my bed it’s lurking,

Eating bunnies, rabbits, does and deer

Made of dust;

And eating more and more for it, is a must.

At night after its meal,

Under my bed it’s skulking;

I can hear the sounds of

Slurping,

Jerking,

Snoring,

I try to imagine how it would look,

With round eyes and a pointy nose,

Its tail rather curly and redder than a rose;

Yes! It would look like something out of a storybook.

I know when it eats up my under the bed-land bare,

It will take the authority, it will dare;

To try and eat me up

And finish the meal with a burp.

But I shall be armed well

With forks, knives, and a victory bell;

Finally when the battle is won,

I defeat the monster and emerge victorious,

To celebrate this moment glorious,

I spear the creature with immense pleasure and joy,

Which I now realize with grief

Is my sister’s stuffed toy.

School Part I (Geek'd Up)

School. There's something seriously wrong with this six-lettered word and the establishment it represents. You can't live with it, Can't live without it. Just yesterday I was pondering upon the purpose of this institution. Kids, packed liked sardines, are sent to a building, where for the rest of their day, their lives go from mundane to a fierce battle for survival. Only the fittest, wiliest and swiftest survive. The others are eaten up by superiors, teachers etc. Another way to survive this jungle of madness is to be what I call "Study-A-Holic" (that's something like an Alcoholic, only difference is you don't pay any money for the tired, drugged state you achieve 24/7 and the results aren't half as fulfilling). Most Study-a-holics are labeled as Geeks or Dorks and are those people who love to inflict pain upon themselves by being insufferable Know-It-Alls. Sometimes I wonder if these kids are even human because of the sheer magnormity of the social suicide they commit. It's one thing to know certain things and keep them to yourself and it's another thing to literally vomit them out in class like they were a particularly unsavory dish. Apart from the Geeks there is another separate inhumane sect in school social life. Take the dumbest, stupidest, stick-my-finger-in-my-nose type kids and what do you get?? Ta-Da-Da-Dum!!! The Doofuses. They seem to have some special kind enmity with the geeks (I mean, who doesn't, but theirs is a bond is of a special kind) They seem hell bent on irritating everyone including geeks with their stupidity. The bane of all classes, a potential nightmare for all class teachers, these are the kids who'll make rude noises when the "Star Student" (Term reserved for best student in class-a dork. Hmm, rather suspicious that the word 'star' is used. [Stronger proof of my Geek-Alien theory]) is reading his report on The Ugly People Of Wheretheheckistan. They are the ones whose notebooks are almost empty except for one dirty drawing or two. They are the ones who are always considered "Out-Standing" i.e. Standing out in a special reserved space outside the class. We all have a certain affection for them in the soles of our feet, from the deepest, buried crevices in our hearts, even if we don't know it yet.

(But seriously, I don't know where I'm going with this right now, I could keep ranting on for hours but I have to end this article somehow. So, I'll end it as quick as I can.)

Anyway, as I was saying, these were my views on the slightly underprivileged classes of school. These are the unfortunates who are on the bottom of the food chain, fodder for others. They usually wind up as digested matter at the end of the day. This is where you shouldn't (bold and underline) be. To know where you should be, where you are and in general blah from yours truly, keep posted up

Ciao,

Taksh

A Hug...

Isn't a hug one of the best mood lifters??? This was a poem I wrote after a unanimous request from everyone that I write on a slightly softer topic than usual. So, onto the poem....

A Hug

A Hug…

Is better than a mug full of Chocolate Sundae;

A Hug…

Is better than no school on a Monday.

A Hug…

Is better than Cartoon network or Pogo;

A Hug…

Is an ‘I Love You’ sign, a mark, and a logo.

A Hug…

Is better than a room full of toys;

A Hug…

From the one you love, brings you indescribable joys.

A Hug…

Given in the times of greatest grief;

A Hug…

It will bring you joy, though it may be brief.

A Hug…

Helps you forget your worries, pain and sorrow.

A Hug…

Reminds you-“If not today; there’s always tomorrow”

Andy The Ant

This was one of my earlier poems, a slightly humorous poem with an equally just twist at the end. The poem was mostly written in the form of first person, as a narrative. Anyway, read on...

Andy The Ant

"I am the finest thing to have around

I have the best looks ever found.

Having a party? Call me to the ground,

I have the greatest moves and sounds.

I am, Andy the Ant, yes I am

Cool as ice, fast as a tram.

Andy the Ant, you might've heard the name

I am the greatest player in the game.

I'd rule the colony, If it weren't for the King

'Cause I can dance, I can write, I can even sing!

All the ant's try to put me to rest,

They're all jealous, cause I'm the best

I'm the most adventurous ant, put me to test.

Roller coasters, Tea coasters, I've tried them all

I dare the humans to make an exterminator call.

I took on the enemies, single handedly, I did

One look at me, they all turned to kids.

Ladies can't keep their hands off me, I'm great

I get fan mail by the truckload, boxes and crates."

While praising himself, the ant failed to notice that,

A little kid was watching, he lifted a bat.

In a moment, a strike, and the great Andy was squashed-

FLAT!!!

Introduction

Hey Everyone!
This is Taksh, writng again. This is my second blog and this time around, I sincerely intend to keep it up and not drop out like last time (Akshat bhaiya... u know what I'm talking about!). Basically, this blog will contain whatever's on my mind when I'm typing-Poems, Stories, Small snatchez of school life etc. etc. I'll try to keep y'all posted up as frequently as possible, whenever I have free time.
So, keep reading.
Ciao,
Taksh