some sweet memories from school

i remember to have had many occasions in school to  enjoy and take a break from my regular lifestyle in school.
We had excursions to local hangouts organised by our school almost every academic year, sometimes we had even two as i remember. I would like to share with you such experiences.
I was in my 7th grade when i had visited ramoji film city, it was located at quite a distance from my school but i found the journey very enjoyable. Unknowingly we longed for the long journey rather than the destination. The singing and dancing the innocence was all part of this journey, it was a long one. I smile at its memories, everyone danced to popular music that was played in the bus. I had mixed feelings about this journey though. Well, i have this memory of all the boys applying hair jell, which made hair shine in a color UV red, it was called UV jell. i put some too. It was a different time back then, as usual i went ahead to explore this on my own. My pack of friends was with me. Most of the class was in the reach of my eye. Due to this decision i had my friends miss the coupons distributed to all, lovely coupons they were they just had so many freebies. At the end of the day my other classmates were kind enough to give all of us 1 or 2 coupons out of their 30 somethings because we had none. Well we took our own course throughout this theme park...travelling in random buses. It was noted that friendships got thicker, and we had behaved like we were grown ups. I somehow felt myself restricted physically to meet the demands of this maturity. I was still a kid, 12 maybe. But no one asked me why we took the separate course, or maybe it was a mutual decision to have fun. As the day progressed we lost track of the group that was going with us, off course that is. It drastically fell, they had chosen to be an other tributary too. We had occasional meetings though. But it was more like we were still together. The teachers, were usually around. I definitely left my own class teacher behind somewhere. I had faint memory of her getting angry as we met in the evening.

Like all excursions it was different, at the end of the day people who were taking a nap on my shoulder were the ones who had no idea who they had been all day. They behaved like grown ups made choices that gave them many setbacks but a hell lot of satisfaction...I don't know the story of everyone who had gone off course but had i remembered mine any better than this...i could have argued my way home that i was prudent enough to choose the off course..it wasn't some decision i made on my own to go that way..none of the teachers seemed too worried that we might be lost..just proving me right that we were not small kids.

It was you could say a learning experience, we all were in the same park, took different routes, explored every place with our own perspective, ran around, discovered hidden feelings among ourselves, life had never felt so complete till then..living a lifetime in a dayy!!

But the parting wasn't sorrow..it was just WOW!! 

travelling

I am not very sure if i am a traveler, my dad travels a lot and i grew up watching him move around places . He usually does it to see us, to meet his family. Thats registered as stressfull in my head, i rather prefer staying at a place rather than moving around. I prefer exploring my neighbourhood rather than some new country. I treasure photos which i took of my city and outskirts. I dont really oppose traveling i enjoy it. But not as a neccesity i do it just for the sake of knowing different places i dont do it to unwind, unlike everybody. I love to unwind in a more stable, settled way. Or maybe i unwind everyday so i don't really think much about traveling. We did some tourism together as a family though hill stations, places with some historical and religious importance were some tourist ventures i stepped into. I took pictures but only to stack them away never even wanting to have a look at them again. It gives me a bad feeling, that i cannot go there immidiately now. i got to wait, travel. Oh! lots of unnecessary time waste.
           so conventionally speaking i dont enjoy traveling much. I like a very settled life.

Unforgettable in a way

There is always certain depth in every day to day activity when it is done by a person who is supposed to be one among a few blessed people. Everyday situations will be thought of to be extraordinary and books maybe made stories maybe written about these prodigies. Because everyday events of such magnitude seem to occur in their lifes. Thats not the case in everybody's life, some events are seemingly just ordinary for the general observer but may contain life changing lessons for the person who is being dealt with. Such is this story of a friend i had. Had i fully understood what happened i would have been probably even more unpleasant about this, luckily i had escaped that fate. It is much better knowing less or just what is obvious for us in such crazy cases.

To begin with there was some rollercoaster i was going through and i really wasn't in a position to explain as to why and how i am being pulled deeper into this mud. But all i managed was a saddening account as to what was the reaction of people around me to my fate. To be true i should have made some thought everyday had some self realisation that i could not be mourning my loss and should have rather moved on towards thinking about a possible course of action. It was my first failure and i did not really understand how to face it. So among the mob of many people whose only objective was to humiliate me there was one guy who was trying to talk to me through my mother, he used to say that he was true to me as a friend and wanted to hear me through. I had known this guy since 7 years but had stopped corresponding with him after this event as i thought bothering him would be the last thing i should do. My mom persuaded me to talk to this curious person and i had made up some courage and we got talking. Months passed my and he offered me some sympathy through his words. I gained him back as a trusted partner and had got back one friend.

Then he got into a reputed engineering college and stopped talking to me. Fateful and disgraceful. Today we dont correspond in anyway.But some memories of the past, some memories from school still put a smile on my face. He is now but a memory, an interesting one that too.

what is supposed to be a fair trial (kasab)

i am a mumbaikar at heart..
someone attacks my city they attack my heart..i was 15 when this happened. i just thought nothing then.
I am 18 now supposedly more mature..i dont think so, because i dont know what is going on in this country..are we giving a some terrorist a free trial? why? what do we expect when we give someone a free trial? Thats the question in my brains right now..Is hanging kasab the right thing to do? If yes what message are we giving to the rest of the terrorists out there..does the message say attack us and we are going to kill you after giving you a fair trial. Firstly, what is a fair trial. It should give any person a right to vindicate himself. It is justice, Just personified. It is giving the criminal a say.
What a layman would infer from whatever happened is "he should have been killed right when he was caught"..now there is a mercy petition which definitely will not be approved i am sure..the president was shown his victory only after he assured bal thackrey that he would not give some other criminal a mercy petition.

There is something called #alternativepunishmentforkasab trending on twitter, would make for a few laughs for the light hearted. Of course who would want to take something like this seriously? Its a fucking disgrace for someone to be giving kasab an ear for reason. Would i ever do something like listening to all these lawyers arguing among themselves? Someone did argue on behalf of kasab? I don't know what to say...
India had many attacks from everywhere in the world i had this pleasant oppurtunity to occasionally think coolly and form a thesis as to what a punishment would be for these criminals most of whom are not even in my memory right now. But can i do the same thing to this man kasab? Can i forget his fateful face? will he not haunt the minds of people travelling to and fro in mumbai. People there live in constant fear of some terror that can strike them anytime, unknowingly they brave these fears just to make a living for themselves. Why mumbai everywhere around the world a terrorist attack has become more like a natural disaster, we have no say as to what it can do. We can only run and save ourselves some memories only to be passed to our fellow citizens as cautions.

bombay tymess

i was in mumbai a few days ago, the city which many indians see as the new york or india. It was one of the most pleasant vacations i have had in my life till now. I had just stopped boasting about what all i did in mumbai to my uncle when he told me that he did the same when he went there long before i was born. It was fun the entire trip..i spent it just i would want to spend a vacation. First i would love to tell you friend that i really dont like the concept of a vacation. I like living life as if it is a vacation.

First, i would want to tell you what is a vacation, lets say we go to school or work everyday..we need a break sometimes and we end up thinking that vacation will be that break...search for an exotic getaway and we escape the stress..we wear sunglasses, dressup appropriately and then enjoy...it is usually some sightseeing, chilling, some parties, some new friends made and a lifetime of memories carried in our minds..i have done all this and i felt that beautiful memories are the only compensation we receive in return. Definitely, i don't want to speak against the fact that a vacation is better than work..My idea of this whole work-take a break-work is that though an occasional break is obviously necessary but i think it should be work as if u r enjoying it..thereby there is no boredom or stress or anything wrong..that would happen only when you would love what you are doing..i spent a lot of time thinking how i want to tour mumbai, how i want to enjoy my time there..and till now my feelings are that my time in mumbai should be something between a tour and work there.
I loved mumbai mainly because of its many colours..
grey: colour of the sky when it rained.
colourfull: people there.
culture:the culture of mumbai is a strange mix of that of the entire india. Though i did not find a traditional andhra meal being served anywhere there..i still loved the marathi culture blending perfectly with every culture that migrated to mumbai.. wonderfull
blue:the colour of the sea..sometimes its black..lol..little i want to speak about.
everything about mumbai appealed and still does appeal to my very inmost soul..i just love everything about that city...i would love if i had much of my life connected to that city..its just madness in me..
i could describe what i felt...its not much...but its just simple to understand if you would have read this much..

Happiness, i felt and still do..after all i was born in mumbai too.

this is an update..i am doing this for the first time this blog was live a few minutes ago i brought it back so that i could write more.

MUMBAI:

LOCAL TRAINS: i had taken two passes for the local trains..one for the central railway another for the western railway..the central had my home station where i lived, bhandup..so i rarely didn't use CR, THAT MEANS central railway..western railway was rather different with lots of GARDI as they call it..gardi means crowd..its usually crowded in local trains...i still remember one day i was walking in dadar station when i felt that it was unusually not crowded..so did everyone who was walking there feel like that. A great public transport system...ISLAND city beautiful, free, with an awesome public transport..people are quite friendly unlike in many other cities..VICTORIA TERMINUS or CST is one of the heritage buildings in mumbai beautifully built in british architecture it was wonderful..i had visited this regularly
everyday
i had walked to colaba from VT the first day i was there thinking it was quite near..it wasn't.
COLABA has a lot of british architecture in it..beautiful..the beaches were though muddy and unpleasant still ignorable as it did not stain the beautiful landscape of mumbai much.

OLYMPICS

The olympics are over leave me hungry for more sport, i remember people in my homeland, india who seldom watch sports like javelin throw, shot put. We worship cricket as our religion and an overdose of cricket just leaves us hungry for more thats what has been the condition of our life here. Unlike that i had played many sports all through my schooling. I would like to tell you friend that, in india we are well aware of athletic events like shot put, though we usually are fanatic just for cricket.

In my schooling, i had much equipment available to use. Thats the grassroot level of training, and it has proven the much hyped "india does not encourage athletic sports" myth wrong. I see that there are many people from all over the world who are reading this blog..i have no idea why?
please comment why are you reading this..? by taking some valuable time out...i really want to know, why would you consider some strangers blog that interesting i had in my first post commented that i expected zero readers but the truth seems to be too far from that number...if you genuinely like my reading contact me on my email:
knowingsharan@gmail.com
 i am sure i will love your feedback, and if you have blogs i would read them..as that would make us similar people.

this is funny i wanted this blog to be a diary and now i find out i made it open to all..feels weird but i am sure i can make it interesting enough to make it not embarass me when i read it...anyway i was speaking about my school..it was some place which really did encourage sport. But never happened to make any olmpians as of now i suppose...sad...thats what we misinterpret.

this is a diary

i occasionally come across ideas in my brains which are rather very peculiar. Ultra demanding of immediate action which definitely has lots of reactions. I very much understand that though a blog is a public online book, i am sure it will get zero readers and eventually i definitely want only people reasonably impressed by me could read it just as a pleasure reading material, definitely not as a compelling life guiding masterbook.

Life is something i have just realised is quite important. I have a choice now, which occurs to me, make this a diary which contains truth and only truth from my life or make it a vague presentation of interesting ideas. I am already writing such a book, which contains rather vague, uncommon reading material, details of which i prefer not to disclose at all.

Of course i chose the first option of making it a diary, mainly intended for my family(future). I am sure my son  or daughter would love to read this then.

First of all i am not KARAN VEER SHARAN.
THATS WHY I NAMED MY EMAIL ID "knowingsharan@gmail.com"

thats how one can contact me.

email me, i have a real one though it seldom gets mails now. It has got rejection letters from MIT, HARVARD, UNIVERSITY OF MINNESOTA, NORTHWESTERN UNIVERSITY, IIT, NITS, WOW!!

So much rejection, indeed it must be a nightmare for someone who has spent 6 years (or more i did not count the last year i spent mentally preparing me for this..) thinking he is going to make it to anyone of these colleges.

To begin with i had one friend whom i still acknowledge was one of my few friends stopped talking to me. I did not ask why. Why would i? I had enough answers already from many people like him. Discouragement my friends is the enemy never, let it succeed. Beat it. Do what you find is good for you. Never let someone tell you that you and your dreams are just bullshit. So there i am now CROSSROADS of life. Its something that i knew would come but never knew what is it. Thats what i am going to tell you now, what is this. Crossroads of my life:

i dont know what is the significance of my failure in my future, I dont know how i will end up using it to benefit me. Knowing that would leave some peace in my mind which fears that i might end up repenting that i should have done better,i never would want that. Is it possible friend, that i might not repent though i have not  given my so called 100%? I dont have 70% its always 100%. I dont lie, its always the truth..I dont want to repent at all...even though, i hope not, it may have costed me dearly in the future.

I am reading a book called YOU CAN WIN by shiv khera...its not the title that brought me to it...it just
happened that i am reading it.
I had decided prior to starting to read it, that i want to be a stockbroker.
not an civil servant, not a musician, not an actor.
i am going to be a business tycoon this i have started to believe once i read that above mentioned book.
Read the first chapter will read the next one now.

i am sure many people will be unsure of writing a diary on such a public domain. Mainly because they might feel it might be boring, but i am sure i will make it really interesting.
the history part of my life that is the 18 years that have passed till now have some not many stories which could be told but i am sure i will keep quoting my past in my references when i talk about the present than make it a boring history textbook.That laptop you see in the picture is not mine, having said that i think i could say that smartphone very much capable of writing a blog is mine, Though i have not paid for it, my father has.
THATS MY FIRST PAGE. IT feels good.