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I remember agreeing with my parents that the movie was silly. The problem was, I had enjoyed it thoroughly. I was not more than ten, and ‘Shark Boy and Lava Girl ‘ had fascinated me.At eighteen, I might have found the movie boring too, but hey, the movie was meant for kids. After watching ‘High School Musical 2’ a few years ago with my parents, I was in a dilemma again. It was a movie for teenaged girls, so obviously, they had found it silly and I had loved it. But I nodded and criticised along with them.  It took me some growing up and some reading to realise that it was okay to like things that others (my family or friends) didn’t like. After that, I could assert my opinion and argue my point without feeling guilty, and I had the sense not to watch high school romances with my parents.                                                     ...

Everyone who knows me know that I fear Biology. I studied it when I had to, and gave it up with a sigh of relief after tenth grade. The sheer number of new words I came across in the subject terrified me.  I can dissect a plant, but an animal would've been beyond me. I love animals. I could watch Animal Planet all day, but I wouldn't last five minutes through a surgery video. I have never been one for blood and guts. The smell of disinfectant in hospitals is sufficient to make me start feeling queasy. This was reason number one for 'Why I would never be a doctor.' This used to be reason number two: "I have a great deal of respect for doctors,but I can never be one - I'd go into depression". ( My standard line.) I never understood how doctors met sick people everyday, and how they had the courage to get up every morning (or night,if they had the night shift) and watch them suffer. Most of the time the doctors would have the power to alleviate the suff...

The last time I fought with my little brother was when I was around seven. Those fights ... The memories of the punching,hitting, kicking and chasing still make me shudder. I made full use of the fact that I was bigger and stronger than he was back then. There was a time when he took to biting to defend himself. I don't blame him.  I can never remember why we fought, but I never hated my brother. The fights would start because of a flash of irritation and they never lasted long. Then we grew up, and we never fought again. My friends at school used to envy me. Their little brothers and sisters were highly annoying and they thought that my brother was some sort of an angel because he never followed me around or messed with my stuff. Inside, I would swell with sisterly pride. I was fiercely protective of my brother. I would hold his hand and walk with him ( perhaps 'drag  him' is more appropriate) to the bus stop.The mothers waiting there  noticed this, and I was prais...

It is hard to convert a random amusing incident into a blog post. But if there are seven, there is a chance that atleast one will elicit a laugh from the reader. Here is a collection of seven funny things that happened to me this week: 1. The Mystery of the Disappearing Duster: This is a common phenomenon is most classrooms. Every other day, the teacher comes to class to find that the duster is missing. Dusters, therefore, have become a highly valuable commodity. There was a golden era when our class had three- we were rich. It lasted until one of our teachers walked out with two. Ah the indignation we felt! But here is the thing that intrigues me the most: where do the dusters go? It seems that every school has a kleptomaniac with a duster fetish. 2. The day I wore my shirt backwards: I was on my way out when I realised I had my shirt on backwards. It wasn't noticable unless one looked carefully, and I was already rather late, so I walked on anyway. But no one threw me any odd...

                                                                                  Art by:  Ananya  Ravikumar W hen I was in the seventh grade, our teacher asked the girls in our class, 'How many of you are truly proud to be girls?' I think most of the girls raised their hands. I wasn't among them. For a long time, especially when I hit puberty, I wished I could be a boy. "Boys are so much fun", I used to think. "They're so much more relaxed about everything ..." At every stage of my school life, there have been boys in my circle of friends. That was another reason I wished  I could be a boy. Then the others would stop teasing me and I could hang out with my friends as much as I wanted to. Having read the 'Little Women' series, I used to fancy myself as Jo, who wa...

People tend to create fixed impressions of  themselves in the minds of people around them. Sometimes it can be really unfair . And sometimes,it works to their advantage. (I've never been yelled at for not bringing a book to class, because I was a 'sincere student' ;)  To be fair to myself though, it only happened a couple of times. ) It's not often that people get a chance to do a complete makeover of their image (I'm not talking about plastic surgery). Blogs are a little luckier. Mine has a new look and some new features.You can comment without signing in now, so I'd like to hear your thoughts on my rambling. Oh, and if you don't mind, write your name too. Thanks! Ananya

Your warmth fills me It warms my heart to its core. You are who I go to Whenever I am sore I wake up each morning Thinking only of you. You work magic so simple, But strong and true. The very mention of your name Brings a smile to my face. After a hard and tiring day In you I find solace. It's been years now, But your charm has only grown I've discovered new sides of you I love them all, I own Without you, I can't imagine Where I would be I'm addicted to you, My hot cup of tea.                   -Ananya :)

...I'll take care of you' says Rolf to Liesel in the Sound of Music. At the same age Harry fights Voldemort and Eragon flies all over Alagesia. Percy,Annabeth and the others are off fighting some monster or God and I'm...a schoolgirl, studying for some exam or the other. On my sixteenth and seventeenth birthdays, it struck me that I was the same age as the heroes I grew up reading about. I was Amy's age when I first read Little Women. Now I'm older then Meg. Back when I was seven, I saw  fifteen year old Julian (from the Famous Five) as the responsible one, the adult. At seventeen, it dawned upon me that I needed to change my perspective. In a way, it made me sad. Firstly, if the characters are younger than me, it's hard to idolize them the way I did before.Secondly,(although just a little) it made me wonder what I was  doing with my life. The first  fantasy novel I read was Harry Potter (has anyone else waited in a queue at six in the morning to collect th...