Why do we have to study?!

Every Delhi-ite student knows that his or her school is opening on Monday. After such great holidays it feels as if we want to stay at home and just chill. Like in my other post i had written the full form of maths my friends and i had also made one for S.C.H.O.O.L.
S-Six
C-Crappy
H-Hours
O-Of
O-Our
L-Life

I have one more.

C-Come
L-Late
A-And
S-Start
S-Sleeping

You see, studying isn't such a great problem for me usually but that doesn't mean i love to study. No one does. :P. The problem with me is school starts day after and my Social Science holiday Home Work is still left. I really hate the subject. 
S-Sara
S-Saal
T-Torture
The thing is that SSt is something which doesn't enter my brain. Here is the proof.
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There! "Where is study??" But there is a funny thing i just noticed. Even in the picture you can notice the word SST. If you didn't notice let me show it to you - "where'S STudy??". Look at the capitals. It makes SSt. Even i know that studying is important cause with out that i couldn't have written this post and you would be able to read it. So we have a reason that we need to study English. Fine! In the same way we also need to study Hindi and other languages.
Without maths we wouldn't be able to know how much bread costs and how many marks you get but another problem with maths is what is the use of learning equations and algebra and calculate roots of numbers like 1567 or 4398 which would never be used in our entire life. And even if it did we would be having a Calculator in hand but we need to know Maths to use the calculator so studying maths is also fine.

 Now coming to Science. Without Science there would have been no Computers and T.V.s without which life would be horrible. I salute all of you old man and women who have survived their childhood without these remarkable inventions. So Science has a HUGE tick mark on its box. Now coming to Geography. How would knowing how mountains are formed help me?! I can't make those mountains, it is a natural phenomenon so why study it. Why should we know that in some particular places we find Evergreen forests and in some places we find Perennial forests. I am not Tarzan that i would go and live in these places. So there is a NO to Geography.
What about Political Science?! I accept that we should know how our government works but the text books don't even speak about that. They say stuff about the government in Chile, Poland and other places and not about the Indian system. So the box near Pol.Sci. is left blank. The worst is History! What is the use of studying how Hitler died or how Mughal's came to power. It is all over and has no relevance to us right now so why to fry our brains on the pan of time and learn all the dates which are literally NEVER going to come to our use. 

The point i am trying to make here is when we enter class 5 or 6 we should be given a choice of which subjects to study so that we don't have to get freaked out studying so much. And we should be allowed to change our chosen subject whenever we want. I know all the elders will never support me but there are some people out there hiding who do support me so if all those supporters want that no one else should suffer these problems then when i stand for the president please vote for me.
For now, i have to suffer all this so -
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(I made it on my own after 15 minutes of hard work so please appreciate it. I know the "O isn't so good")
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Abba - A Short Story

Today i decided to write a short story from what all pops up into my mind.

 The name is "Abba" - by Niranjan R. Bharati

   Tameer's shirt was drenched with sweat as he walked towards the horizon. He couldn't see anything other than sand dunes and the hot blazing sun which barely allowed him to open his eyes. His backpack felt heavier than before but he couldn't drop it. He had promised that he would return with what was in the backpack. He hadn't imagined that there would be no trance of his village after 2 decades but there was no road or signboards which could follow. Tameer couldn't even see a traveler who could lead him to his destination. He had now almost lost hope now. What else could he do?
       He had decided  twenty years ago that he would return to his village after he earns enough to help all the people of his village to live a better life. Now his body had stopped responding. Tameer fell down flat on the sand dune. The blazing heat of the sun forcing his eyes to close his eyes. 
      Five days had passed after he entered the desert with a camel and four other travelers but their destinations were different and one by one everyone left him with his camel. He had already been warned that his camel was a very thirsty one and had to drink water every twelve hours but Tameer was not able to go by these instructions as he had only brought two bottles. One with wine and another with water. The water had been consumed by the thirsty camel and Tameer tried to save his wine as much as possible. An oasis was the only thing both the companions had been expecting but for four days both remained thirsty trying to survive. The fourth day the camel woke up dead due to thirst and hunger. Tameer was almost in the same case, hunger had drived him crazy the thirst made him fall unconscious about twice a day. 
     Tameer picked up his bottle of wine and shacked it till the last few drops which were left on its inner surface feel into his dry mouth. 
'Would my end be like this?' he thought as he lay eyes closed on the sand dune. 'Would i die when i was suppose to start a new and beautiful life for others? Allah! What have i done that you have decided that i would die like this?'
Tameer remembered his childhood, how he used to play with his friends.
     "Tameer jan! Give that back to me!" Saleem shouted as he chased the young Tameer till he found that he had reached a dead end. Tameer quickly put the 100 Riyal (Arabian currency) note in his pocket. 
"Tameer! Give it back. My Abba would kill me if i don't return the money back to him." Tameer could see worry on his best friend Saleem's face. He had known Saleem since he was three years old. Even after ten years all the families in Uyayna village were fed up of their mischief. Even though Tameer loved to irritate others he was academically excellent. Tameer was also a great actor.
Tameer pretended to check his pockets and in shock exclaimed,"I don't have it Saleem jan! I think i dropped it when you were chasing me!"
"You are joking, right Tameer?"Saleem now looked really scared.
"No!" Tameer started searching even though he knew the note safely lay in his pocket.
"Why do you do this Tameer jan!" Saleem almost crying also accompanied Tameer trying to search for the 100 Riyal note which his Abba had given him for safe keeping.
Two hours had passed and Saleem lost hope. Tameer had an evil grin on his face. He thought that Saleem had suffered enough. He put his hand inside his left pocket to find it empty. Tameer was shocked. He had really lost the note but he lost it when he was pretending to find it.
Even after the young Tameer tried to explain the incident to Saleem's abba he got rewarded by a red cheek.
   Tameer now had a small smile on his face but slowly a tear rolled down his cheek. He then remembered the day he left Uyayna.
  Tameer hugged his mother and father  as he loaded his bags onto the camel's cart. Tameer's amma was crying a bucket full of tears while his abba just stood there without any emotions. Tameer turned his eyes to his younger sister Salini to see a tear roll down her eyes for the very first time.
"Take care Tameer jan." Saleem was now married but still they had been best friends.
"You too. And i will come back one day Saleem jan. I will come back and take all of you too to Dubai to live a happy life. When i would have enough money i will come so don't forget me brother." Tameer hugged his friend who he was going to miss a lot.
"May Allah be with you son." his mother said wiping her tears.
"Sahib! It is time to leave." the cart driver spoke still feeding his camel some grass.
"Yes. I am coming." Tameer turned to his abba. "Abba. I know i have done many mistakes but now i have got a job in Dubai because of your blessings. Can i get your blessings before i leave abba?"
"You always have my blessing Tameer but i am just saying that i hope you are taking the right decision. You are our eldest son. You can still stay here and take care of your old mother and father."
"I will come back one day abba and take you to Dubai where you will have a better life so don't worry." Tameer climbed the camel and after giving a final goodbye he went towards Dubai where he was going to start a new life. 
Tameer remembered that when he left Uyayna the trip wasn't as long as five days. His throat was again dry and he could feel his heart slow down. It was his end.
"Good bye world. Thank You for what all you have given me." he said as he lay silently on the dune waiting for Allah to call his soul. But other than Allah a familiar sound called.
"Tameer jan?!" Tameer recognized the sound very well. How could he forget the sound of this childhood friend.
"Saleem?!" Tameer opened his eyes to find a handsome man sitting on a fat camel . It was Saleem. Tameer thanked Allah as Saleem came down the camel and picked up Tameer and his bag.

"Water!" Tameer called. It was the only thing he could think of.
Saleem quickly took out his bottle of water and poured it into his old friend's mouth.
"Tameer jan! What are you doing here?" Saleem was oblivious of the fact that his friend who had not returned for twenty years would be found here.
Tameer explained what all happened. Then he asked ,"What are you ding here?"
"I went to the next village to sell some goods. You see Mahi, my wife passed away last year due to cancer. " his tone fell down.
"I am so sorry." Tameer really needed some sleep. HE put his head on Saleem's shoulders and slept.
Tameer woke up to find himself in Uyayna. Uyayna hadn't changed a bit. Tameer thanked Allah and leaving Saleem behind he directly went towards his house. Salini was sitting on the door step and when she looked towards Tameer she rejoiced.
"Brother! You are back! Amma! Look whose here!" she screamed as she hugged her brother tightly. Salini had grown so big.
After a while Tameer say his mother walk down the steps to see her son on the doorstep. She had grown old and her hair was completely white. 
"Amma!" tears rolled down Tameer's eyes as he hugged his mother to get no response other than a hug. 
"Amma! What happened? Where is Abba?" Tameer asked worried as he didn't get any response from his mother.
"Abba passed away two months after you left due to a heart attack." said Salini. "When Amma got to know what happened the shock made her loose her voice."
Tameer saw a tear roll down his Amma's cheek. Tameer couldn't believe it but it was the ugly truth.
Tameer held his Amma's hand and took her to the bed room where she quietly lay down. Tameer sat just next to her and brushed her hair as he cried trying to take in the great loss.
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Gaming ... Full On...

The last two days have been total AWESOMENESS. I went to my friend Shaurya's place where another friend of mine Mayank was also gonna show up. The main purpose of this hangout was that Mayank's parent allowed him to come to Shaurya's place like after a couple of years. The last hangout with him was on Shaurya's b'day but he didn't go to his house but just came with us to Blue-O. 
That's not all, i even planned on having a sleep over at Shaurya's. We all had a great time together even though what all we did was just gaming.
So the story starts at 10 in the morning...
    Niranjan had just finished his breakfast and was getting changing his clothes when he heard a quarrel between his mom and dad.
'You have to do this! You have to do that!' his mom tried to say to her husband but when a person is living with someone for 13 years you know if they are angry or not. There was a pinch of anger in the introductory comments which were blurted out by his mom.
'Ha!!! I'll do it! {blah blah blah}' came a reply from his father who was still searching classical music on YouTube. After some irritated comments from the mother the pinch of anger changed to an overdose. But Niranjan knew how to break these fights and also how to escape. 'Practice makes a man perfect'! The boy had 13 years of practice and had perfected the art of Quarreling. 
"Dad! i am leaving! I'll catch an auto nearby." Niranjan pushed his bag up his arms as he went towards the door.
"I'll come!" Niranjan heard as his father quickly shut down his laptop and followed his son down the stairs and to the main road. 
'Mission Accomplished' thought Niranjan. He had successfully stopped the fight by making his father leave the fight which would have soon changed to - "Okay. Then i'll resign my job and sit at home and do all this work" which were now very common terms in such fights. 
After getting into an auto Niranjan quickly put on his headphones and turned on "How to save a life" by Fray. After a while did he realize that travelling in an auto was a bad idea. As autos have no windows and doors the cold breeze hit directly on his face freezing him to death. He then looked at the rickshaw driver who had covered his entire and you could only see his black eyes which were constantly closing as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

After paying the sleepy rickshaw-walla who had safely dropped Niranjan to his friend's place he kept his bag on a bad and quickly sat in front of the heater till the numbness in his cheeks was gone. Then he with Shaurya went to pick up Mayank from the railway station which wasn't far away.
The day started with playing Halo 4 on his Xbox 360 which wasn't that great for Niranjan as what all he could do was respawn and die the next second.

 See the photo?! Niranjan's case was the same. It was just that the red guy over there was a guy name KingPir and he was kicking Hellfire1815's (the gaming name with which he was playing)ass. Shaurya was good and Mayank did better than anyone expected. Halo 4 turned out to be a mess then everyone got bored of it and turned to playing this card game called Duel Masters.
 Duel Masters was something in which Niranjan had expertise and never backed off. Intially the three of them played 2 - 3 matches in which Niranjan almost won all. Then it was Lunch time where they ate delicious aloo sabzi and chole with stuffed roti.
  Shaurya always used to talk about this gaming arena called Game On where they could go and play so by 2 they left the house and marched towards Game On. Even though they are boys in this generations who doesn't gossip so on their tiring way to Game On they talked/gossiped. 
Game On wasn't such a big place. When you enter you can see 3 pool tables and inside is a huge room with cushion bags and about 5-10 PS3's and 1-2 Xbox's... The trio sat near a HUGE LED Sony Bravia and turned on the PS3. The manager inserted WWE 13 and then don't ask what happened. All three of them went mad trying to throw each other out of the ring and beat them up till one of their fingers hurt and they couldn't move.

 After the ruthless virtual torture  they gave the the virtual wrestlers they shifted to Call Of Duty Black Ops 2 which just took them to another world. After wasting 80% of their ammunition shooting walls and the sky they found out one hour had already passed.
 On the way back their talking again started due to which they had lost their way. Even Shaurya who lived there had a problem finding the way back to his place. After reaching back they again sat on the Xbox and by 5 Mayank had left. Now it was only Niranjan and Shaurya. Till 8 both just played Halo 4 till their eyes hurt.
It was dinner time and dinner was brilliant. What could be better than eating Chicken Biryani after a whole day of Full On Gaming!
After dinner Shaurya and Niranjan sat for a duel master match which turned out to be a tournament to check who was better. It was initially a 5 match tournament in which the score was 4-1 (Niranjan - Shaurya). As usual Shaurya didn't accept the loss and said it should be a 10 match tournament and when it ended it was already 11 p.m. The score was 5-5.

 As it was a draw it turned to be a 20 match tournament which made both the boys stay awake till 5 a.m. By the end of the 18th round when the score was  10-8 they started having a fight on if Niranjan could do a specific move with a card. The fight turned out to be so awkward that by the end they tried to ask the doubt to the God of every such thing - Google! 4 in the morning both the 9th graders snuck into the computer room and turned on the computer. After half an hour of searching they found no results which ended up in stopping the tournament even though till now Niranjan was the winner. Both of their eyes opened only by 11 in the morning which was a quiet embarrassing. After doing the morning chores they ate breakfast and rest of the time went on watching the television. By 1 Niranjan got ready for another chilly ride back home.
                              THE END
Back home i mainly just went for tution and after i came back i sat and finished this novel called the Rozabal Line by Ashwin Sanghi. Then late at night i am blogging but like the rickshaw- walla i am feeling sleepy so Good Night and Adios!

What all is happening......

The last few days are going very strange. My stuff are being taken and my brother is having a ... well... i'll explain that later. 
The story starts correct 31 hours and 58 minutes ago...

   It was midnight, the 5th of January and a sleepless 13 year old boy lay on bed sleepless. Darkness had enveloped the boy whose eyes were now on his brother and mother hugging tightly and sleeping peacefully. A musical note flew from the opposite room to his ears now. The note of snoring, it was his father. That was the signal which showed that even his father had slept. But the boy felt uncomfortable even though he had the fluffiest mattress which kept him warm. No sleep.What could be more horrifying than that. The boy had watched "Grudge" just some days ago and waking up in the middle of the night wasn't a great idea after watching such a movie.

 The boy, with full hope that he would be able to sleep now started counting trolls in his mind(sheep had never worked).

At last, after hours of counting trolls, dragons, orcs etc. the boy slept. Dreams never occurred frequently and as he just had a  dream the previous day having a dream this day was almost impossible. But he did have a dream , and a very very odd dream...
    (The dream was in first person...)
I could see people sitting on chairs and being served ladoos. Even i was there, sitting with my family. I could recognize easily looking at the surroundings that it was a wedding. White curtains everywhere and many people entering and exiting the beautifully arranged wedding. But whose wedding was it? In front of me i then saw a board -"Neha and ......"(Don't remember the name)
I had heard the name before, i knew it. It was familiar - the name. Then i saw 2 small children walking towards me. I knew thwm very well.
"Hello Niranjan bhaiya!" ,Nimmi and Kuku said. They were my tution teacher's students. Then i remembered whose wedding it was! Neha was my tution teacher's name. 
"Hi! Kesse ho?(How are you?)" i said as i tried to sound normal. Then my eyes fell on the "Dhulha" and "Dhulhan". Greeting everyone on the platform and taking photographs was my tution teacher Neha didi. After a while my family and i went to the platform. With Neha didi stood a handsome young man just didi's height. "Hello didi!" i said and shook hands. After introducing everyone we posed for the picture. The camera took zoom and the flash hit my eyes as i woke up.
 'Oph!' the boy thought 'It was a dream.' 
The boy looked at the clock to check the time. It was already 9 o' clock. The boy raced out of bed and went to the balcony where his brother usually used to be playing the guitar but he was not there. Then it clicked him - His brother had gone to the GYM with his father. The first day of gym, must have been exciting. Well, then the boy went to his mother and asked a question which had now become a daily routine - "Mom! Whats for breakfast?"
After doing the morning chores he went to the drawing room and comfortably lay inside the fluffy mattress and turned on the TV. Then the bell rang and entered his brother almost in tears. He had hurt his hand while doing some exercise and couldn't even move his hand.  What could be more entertaining than watching his elder brother go through excruciating pain as he lay in bed watching "How i met your mother".

 But it was a bad news for Adi as it was his Conty or Conti or whatever you call it this day. It wasn't such a major injury so he did recover soon and the day again became normal till they had breakfast. Then the boy turned on this kindle Fire and started reading this Manga series which he had now got a bit addicted to "One Piece"(The photo is on the very top). His mother would always scold him for buying such a costly thing like a Kindle to read books and he never used it but now his mother got furious that he was reading that she snatched the Kindle and hid it. What could be worse?! Then he went for his class in AVTE and came back and wrote his blog post. After that he tried to sleep and after hours of trying he ultimately fell asleep.
                                   THE END
Well, that was just for yesterday. You see, today was even worse for my brother. Same way, i woke up at 9 to see my brother missing and when the bell rang my brother was again on the verge of crying. Now he couldn't even move his hand an inch.

The best part was when he was told to take a bath and he couldn't even remove his shirt. He had to take help from Mom and Dad to take a bath. If any of my brother's friends is reading this please spread it in school! It will be loads of fun to watch my brother being teased. Leaving that, i went to the doctor today and it is confirmed. I AM  HAVING MY SURGERY DONE this week!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
Well that's all for today guys and gals! Adios...

Sir! I Thank You!

Maths was a terror for everyone including me for years. But let me first start with the beginning...

   For Niranjan, Maths was just reciting "1...2...3...4......" but then it grew to "2+3" and "3-2". That wasn't much of a problem for the topper of the first standard but later Maths transformed to nightmares. At night a voice would call - "Niranjan...It's me! MATHS! Did you forget? You have homework to do! 40 sums of multiplication and division. HAHAHA!" The poor little child had already started hating Maths. Numbers roaming around his head and the operators were making it even more confusing. 
'Why can't maths be just 1,2,3 and 4.' he would think.
With all this he even saw his brother screaming at mom saying-
"I can't understand these Equations!! Neeru's life is so easy. Just studying multiplication and addition."
Now even stuff like "Equations" and "Algerba" started haunting him after listening to his brother's conversations with his friends.
Afters hours of hard work Niranjan at last got a hang of multiplication and division but what about the upcoming Linear Equations and the so called "Algebra". In 5th my text book lay in front of me, on top of the page written in bold -
 "Linear Equations in 1 variable."

But soon Niranjan found out it wasn't as tough as my brother would say. So went Algebra but sadly the part of maths which he liked most 'Geometry' became the haunting ghost to  him when he reached 6th. Coping with maths had become impossible. His friends and he together made up a full form of maths for fun which was actually true in his case.
M - Meri 
A- Aathma 
T - Tujhe
H - Hamesha
S - Sathaegi
"Meri Aathma Thujhe Hamesha Sathaegi" ("My soul will always torture you") was a very used phrase between his friends till another one spread - 
M - Mentally
A - Affected
T - Teachers
H - Harassing
S - Students
(NOTE - Sorry to all Maths teachers if you took it personally.)

Maths was a subject which Niranjan would leave to be done at the last but some how he would always score marks. That didn't mean that the 11 year old liked maths like he liked Science. Then he started going for tutions and later institutions which did help him a bit. These places made him think about maths in a different way. Maths now felt good.
                          THE END

All these institutions did help me in many ways but i have to give a special thanks to a very special person. Even though i have only known him for roughly 3 - 4 months he has completely changed my way of thinking towards maths. His style of teaching made maths classes fun. He is the one and only Vipin Setia of A.V.T.E.

        His jokes carves a smile on not only my face but also of the toughest faces in my batch. Everything about sir is amazing. Even after being a Maths genius it is fun to stay with sir and chat , even if it is about the rise of the price of vegetables which i hardly know cause sir has a joke to crack at any point of time. We do see a harsh side of sir some times but that would just be followed by a funny comment which brings back our mood. Not only that, he has taught us to think of maths in a different way. For me, sir has made me feel that it is a game where losing is not an option and playing smart is the only way to win it. He has taught me to think outside the box on every question.

 From Quadrilaterals to Constructions he has tested our ways to look and experiment at questions. 
Sir has not only taught me to not only think positively but also to think differently cause the world does not have space for the ordinary. To excell we have to be different from others, special in our own way so that we will only be one in the whole world. For me Vipin sir is like that, only one in the world cause i have not seen a maths teacher who not only teaches well and is funny bu teaches in a different way, different from others; a way in which any one can understand and apply maths. I know i can't judge a person perfectly after 3 months but what i know about sir has already enchanted me. 
   Sir, if you are reading this... I thank you a lot for what all you have done for me.
I just made this seconds  ago -
M - Masth
A - And
T - Thagade
H - Hai
S - Sir
"Masth and Thagade Hai Sir" ("Sir is Awesome and Cool") .
Sir... May you change the life of  others too.
                               I SALUTE YOU SIR!

Happy New Year !!!

A happy new year to every boring person in this galaxy who has no other job other than reading this blog.  And before i start i wanna tell you that the picture you see on top was made by me on my own and it took almost 15 minutes so please don't ignore that picture. 
Every year my family would go to this mall and watch a movie and stuff my mouth with KFC. I also expected the same this year but you see my dad has a very rich friend of his who invited us to their party. Just to prove how awesome they were i will tell you an incident which happened with us.
...Long time ago...(really it is just some months ago.)
Niranjan was sitting in the dining table staring at the text of his History notebook studying for this Unit test when his father Gopal entered the room. 
'Ah!', the 13 year old boy thought , 'At last i got an excuse to get rid of this notebook.' 
You see, Niranjan was not a boy who liked to study(every boy has the same habit.) and would try to find any type of excuse to escape S.St. which was popularly known as Sara Sal Torture. 

"Dad! What happened?" , he asked.
"Nothing Chakare(i think it means 'Darling' in Malayalam)." was always his starting line , "my friend is coming here right now to visit."
'Great news for me.' said Niranjan's conscience ,'another excuse to escape this crap.'
"Are aa varanne?"  ("Who is coming?") his mother asked.
"Premi is coming." my dad replied. 
Niranjan had no idea who Premi aunty was but it didn't matter much.
{30 minutes later...}
The door bell rang. Niranjan charged towards the dining room and quickly opened his history notebook. He had to put an impression that he used to study a lot which was and still is a big fat lie. 
"Hello !" He heard his father say as he greeted the two guests enter the small 3 room house. 
Then his mom and dad went on gossiping with the two guests for the next 30 minutes when he just sat listening to the political conversation between the 4 adults. After some time it was time for them to leave. Premi aunty stood up and said ,"It was great meeting you Gopal. Here is a gift we bought for you. "
As usual initially Gopal rejected the gift but then happily accepted it expecting it to be a small gift but the shock was delivered only after they left the house. But before reaching the end of this short story, Niranjan did like Premi aunty. She was funny and fun loving. Okay, now let us skip to the end. Gopal opened the gift to find a box. When he further opened the box he found a beautiful watch placed neatly in it. On it was written - "Emporio Armani".
                                      THE END
So , i went to this New Year party and i had also heard that they had this huge Labrador name JOE who was well trained. As you know i love dogs and was so excited to see Joe. The house was huge and so was Joe. He raced towards my brother and then to me. I brushed it a bit and then started playing with Joe.

 Later everyone went upstairs and my brother wanted me to come too but i didn't want to leave the dog who was now sitting silently on his bed. After several minutes only did i accept and go upstairs. Premi aunty had't changed a bit. I quietly went and sat on their couch which was the softest couch in which i had ever sat. My brother and i gossiped as on the other hand my parents with the others were having what some people may call alcohol. (Really i don't know if wine or beer is regarded as alcohol but right now i may just call it that.) Later came a bowl of my favourite Cashews. I gobbled some of them and started playing Jetpack Joy Ride on my Kindle Fire. Then came a whole bowl of Lays  and Sausages with samosas. Till i had cleaned the whole bowl it was already 11 p.m. Then came Karaoke time. Everyone went on singing and it was fun to listen to people sing horribly. (Even though i don't think there was anyone who sang bad.) By 11:55 came the real musicians with guitars and started singing songs till it was 12. Everyone hugged each other till either their hands were hurting or they found out that their shirts were full of sweat. Some more songs were played and sung till everyone was exhausted. Then came Premi Aunty saying that everyone should dance. She removed all the tables and played music. In seconds the dance floor was filled with women (including my mom who calls herself a great dancer). I just lay on my brother's lap to avoid being called on stage. Then all the  women sat down and it was the boys' turn (excluding me, my brother and another gu called Aditya). These bhaiyas  who were dancing danced like proffesionals, copying every single move in the original dance of that exact song. The room was filled with energy and loud music. I was having a lot of fun and no one kept track of the time. It was already 2. Later came a time when  they played "Gangam Style" and that was the only time when i actually stepped on stage (even though just for some seconds) and danced. 

Then Premi aunty again came up and said dinner was ready. Interesting right?! Dinner at 3 in the morning. But no one could match the food. They had meat loaf, honey chicken, friend chicken,  fish etc. In desert there was rum cake, chocolate bed pudding and some fruit salad which was fabulous.The day went fabulous and  we  reached home only by 4:30 and thus i eventually woke up by 11:30. Later i got this call from my friend Mayank wishing me a Happy New Year. Then he brought this topic which even made me curious. I was a person who used to call him and another friend of mine Shaurya on a daily basis and eat their head but in these summer vacations i hadn't called them even once. 
Right now i got to take a bath fellows so bye everyone. Adios.