Monday, August 11, 2014
Friday, July 4, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Twelfth is over!
Happy birthday Dhachu Akka and Saroj Anna :)
I fiiinally got my marks!
I've applied for both engineering and medicine. Really hoping to get CMC or PSG!
My cut off is 198.25
I chose medicine over engineering because I've always wanted to join doctors without borders.
I fiiinally got my marks!
I've applied for both engineering and medicine. Really hoping to get CMC or PSG!
My cut off is 198.25
I chose medicine over engineering because I've always wanted to join doctors without borders.
| NANDHIKA R ( 256730 ) | |||
| Subject | Theory | Practical | Total |
| LANGUAGE | 196 | ||
| ENGLISH | 188 | ||
| PHYSICS | 150 | 050 | 200 |
| CHEMISTRY | 149 | 050 | 199 |
| BIOLOGY | 147 | 050 | 197 |
| MATHEMATICS | 192 | 192 | |
| TOTAL | 1172 | ||
| RESULT | PASS | ||
I've been rather AWOL from the internet recently, but for that my dad is to be blamed! Internet privileges do not come easy when you're in twelfth, I have now realised.
On an unrelated note, this is one of the poems I wrote recently! Please let me know what you think. It was for Medhas birthday :)
On an unrelated note, this is one of the poems I wrote recently! Please let me know what you think. It was for Medhas birthday :)
You're a tyrant, you're annoying,
In all the ways there are, you're absurd,
And Ill keep pictures to show you one day,
What a crazy little girl you were.
You're mentally deranged, retarded too,
Limits are simply not your thing,
And I'm sorry you think you can,
But I'm afraid you really, really can't sing :P
You're a useless lump of fat;
You take up too much space;
And by the way, your obsession with Chota Bheem,
Well, I'm praying its just a phase.
You scream, you sulk, you cry,
But you know just what to say,
Well aware; that that gap toothed smile,
Will always help you get your way.
Somewhere in those 20kgs of evil,
I suppose there's something nice,
And later when you're faced with choices,
I hope you do what's right.
From the day that you were born,
I knew things would never be the same,
But for not realising it would be the best thing that's happened to me,
I guess I'm the one to blame.
So one day you'll grow up,
And things will stop making sense,
What was once black and white and heaven,
Will turns to shades of grey and Hell.
I hope you know ill be there,
Watching over you every step of the way,
And if a guy ever has the nerve to break your heart,
I might just break his face :P
As for me, I'm annoying, I'm protective,
I scream much more than I should,
And all the harsh words I've said over time;
Id take back if I could.
Days will pass and things will change,
But There's just one thing that I know,
You'll always be my little sister,
No matter where you are, or how old you grow.
And wherever I am.. Is a place you can call home.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
The wonderful Dal Lake, Srinagar
Living room of the houseboat. Richly carved throughout
People come to sell you everything - from flowers, seeds, shawls, woodwork, photos... even icecream and tea
Appa found it tough to get into and out of the little boat which takes you to the shore - so he sat where the boatman sits
What is Kashmir without flowers?
The Queen!
Shopping on the Lake - shops on all sides
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Kashmir - Sonmarg
This kind of picture is inevitable if you go to Kashmir., so no laughing. At every place, there will be a dozen suits and a few people bugging you till you say okay. Unfortunately, i dont have the pics of MRG and Kalai and Dhruv to display here :-))))
Sonmarg was our first glimpse of snow and snow capped mountains. Simply marvelous.
And our first sledging experience. One guy pulls you up the slope and then pulls or pushes you downhill.
You have to pay for extra gear - coats and boots, for the sledge and guy who pulls you up and then for the photos - expensive affair but we were euphoric. here at the top, we discard coats to pose in the sunshine.
Appa stayed dressed like this throughout. He enjoyed it except for the last day when it began raining and he couldnt bear the cold.
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