A Letter to the Ghost living in this house

So I currently live in my uncle’s house just until my new home’s ready (was that too much of information?) and well, strange things are happening! I know there is a ghost living here and yesterday night’s incident convinced me.

I have always kept the speed of the ceiling fan right above me at two during the winters ever since I can remember.  So yesterday night was no different. But I woke up at around 5 in the morning all of a sudden because I felt a cold wave all over my body. I looked up and saw that the ceiling fan was rotating with a greater speed and was the reason I felt cold. Too sleepy to think, I just assumed that my mom might have increased the speed and so I fell back to sleep. As soon as I woke up the first thing I did was ask my mom, “Why did you increase the speed of the fan yesterday night?” And to my horror she replied, “Wait a second. I din’t increase the speed! When I checked early in the morning, the regulator was at four! I know you always want the speed to be at the second level, so I thought maybe it was a mistake!” I said, “I kept it a two, like all the other days. Who changed it to four?!” My mom was shocked as she remembered that she saw me keeping the speed at two yesterday before going to bed.

We both knew no one else changed it because my brother sleeps with us and he’s too short to reach, while my dad and uncle sleep in the room. So who changed the speed?!

If this was just a one time thing, maybe I wouldn’t be questioning this at all. But as you might have guessed by now, this isn’t the first time! So it’s time I addressed the ghost living here. And what better way to do it than writing a letter?

~~x~~

Dear ghost,

I hope everything is fine with you. There is no reason to tell you how am I because you can see that.

I’m pretty sure you are reading this as I’m typing and I have one request – please step up your game if you really want to scare us because right now this is how we think you look like.

And all of us know that this look of yours is far from scary.  So if your aim is to scare the life out of us, then that is not what is happening. What is happening is what I have written below :

  1. The Refrigerator – Sometimes at night while sleeping, the refrigerator makes weird noises. It sounds like someone is using a hammer and trying to repair something. My brother thinks that Bob The Builder might have visited us, but you and I know that it isn’t him. A cartoon character is taking all your credit!
  2. The Mobile – On almost every Saturday of the week, my mom gets a missed call from an unknown number several times a day. But only happens when we are in the house! We called the number back, but no one ever picks up! Everyone is thinking that it must be some cross-connection thing.
  3. My Uncle – I don’t think its humanly possible to fall asleep as soon as you hit the bed and also start snoring, but my uncle does so! My brother asked him once that how is it that he sleeps so fast and he replied, “What are you saying? It takes me a good 15 minutes to fall asleep!” My dad who sleeps with him says that he falls asleep as soon as he pulls the covers, but my uncle doesn’t seem to agree! We think that he’s lying.

Let me be frank with you. You are a very stupid ghost who is trying to scare us but is failing miserably at it! What is happening is surprising yes, but so not scary. This is just bull shit.

Everyone’s thinking that this all in our head and laughing at all this strangeness going around. Even my 10 year old brother isn’t scared of you. So that pretty much gives you the idea how horrible your scare-game is. My advice is that you join some school or college so that you learn what scary actually means, have a little bit of work experience and then only come back to this apartment. I’m pretty sure then you will be successful!

All the very best for your adventures. Hope to hear from you soon.
Till then good bye and take care
Keerthi

P.S. – Stop it with the missed calls already. I told you its useless!

P.P.S. – I’m sorry for not following the actual format of a letter. You are a ghost so I think you don’t have the same rules as us.

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What did 2013 teach me?

Only a few more days are remaining for this year to get over and for another year to begin. I’m not gonna say the clichéd phrases such as “Oh My God this year passed by so fast!” or “Another year is getting over and I haven’t done anything in my life” because you and I both know that there is no truth in these irrelevant phrases. Every year has 365 days (or 366), 12 months, 8,766 hours (approx.), 525,949 minutes and 31,536,000 seconds. So there is no way that the year passed by fast. As for what you’ve done with your life, well only you know what you’ve done…

Now lets come to me. All I can say is that this year has proven to be quite an important one for me. It was like a roller-coaster ride with my highs and lows. And hopefully my all time high is going to approach very soon.
Anyways, this year saw a change in my family life, social life, educational life and also in my physical surroundings. In short, my whole life changed.

There was the major change of environment as we came back to India after me spending 16 and a half years in U.A.E. And well, that’s the cause of all the changes in my life. While most of the changes were bad, they did teach me a lot about me and my life. So I thought that as the year is nearing to an end, I think I should reflect on what all is it that this year has taught me.

  • I understood who I really am – From the past 5 years I’ve been known for who I was then. Being with the same people and never having time for myself, I was convinced that that was my true self. But when I came here ans got time to myself, I realized that I wasn’t who I was 5 years ago. I’ve changed a lot, and it is for the good.
  • I don’t have a best friend – I don’t have a huge group friends. The number of friends I have is equivalent to the number of fingers I have. I’ve always been close with them but I soon realized that the ‘best friend’ factor is missing from my life. Someone with whom I can share all the matters regarding me without any hesitation. The hunt is on though. Hopefully I’ll find one very soon!
  • My mom is the best thing in my life – All the times I wailed about why am I living such a life, she’s always been there with me. Whenever she has been upset, I’ve tried to cheer her up. We have become incredibly close this year. She’s always either fighting for me, fighting with me or laughing with me at various things and people. The level of respect I have for her has increased to infinity and I seriously don’t know what I would have done without her, or without all her courage and strength. I feel honoured that I am her daughter.
  • I will love chocolates for the rest of my life – My love for chocolates has increased now. Especially when I’m not able to eat them because they aren’t easily available here. Distance has made our bond stronger.
  • Don’t trust anyone too easily – I din’t really trust anyone easily before, but still my trust and friendship was broken with a few people. I think you can say that they forgot me when I shifted here. And to be honest, it hurt me a lot because I shared a large chunk of my life with them and now they just don’t talk to me like before. But I don’t care anymore because I believe it is their loss. They’re gonna miss me when I’m gone!
  • Apparently I’m funny – I’m always known as the serious one in my friend circle, hardly laughing at any jokes. But recently I’ve been called funny. I think it is a hidden talent of mine. Hidden because I haven’t found it yet!
  • There is no reason to be anxious around boys – I went to a girls school in U.A.E. and I din’t have a life outside school so I never had to face any boys so forget even talking. Now that I’m here and the school is co-ed and the place has so many boys around, my anxiety has disappeared. Yaaay!!
  • There is no harm in making new friends – Being socially-awkward, making friends isn’t very easy for me. But somehow I’ve mustered up a bit of courage and as a result I have new friends now!
  • It’s good to loosen up a bit – I’m a really serious person and I take everything seriously. My life has always been between the four walls of my room. But since last year, I’ve loosened up a lot. And for reasons as such I can enjoy life a bit more than I used to.
  • I have a really good memory – Someone asked me what my first memory was, and I said it is of my first birthday and everyone in that room was shocked. Time and again it has been proven that I have a really good memory. But I don’t why it doesn’t stay the same way for studies though…
  • I can forgive, but never forget – I had to do a lot of ‘forgive and forget’ this year. I always thought that I can do it easily but I can’t. I just can’t simply forgive someone let alone forget about it. Even if I do forgive someone, I just can’t forget what they did. Its not possible. Disadvantages of having a good memory I suppose.
  • Giving second chances is not my thing – When you have done something wrong to me, you can’t expect me to accept your apology and give you a second chance. What’s done is done. Giving you a second chance isn’t going to erase the fact that there was once something you did to me which wasn’t acceptable. And don’t tell me that ‘life gives you a second chance’. Life doesn’t give second chances to anyone. It only gives you new beginnings.
  • I have weird characteristics and habits – I’m not gonna elaborate on this. Nope.
  • The virtual world is a brilliant place – This virtual world has been the place where I turned to while I was sad, or the time when I was happy. Also the perfect world to fangirl. So this world has played a big role in my life so far.
  • Music means the world to me – Music has played an integral part of my life. Whether it was when I wanted to hit my brother on the head scream at my brother for annoying and irritating me so much, or when I wanted to transfer myself to a peaceful location, music has helped me do that.

So this is what this year has taught me, alongside a few trivial things which you needn’t know as you’d get bored even more. All in all, I’m thankful for this year because it taught me things I never thought I’d ever be able to learn. Some things are important in your life but you may never know. You’ll only realize their importance when you are forced to.

What did 2013 teach you? Was it something great, or something that you’ll never talk about ever again?

The tale of a boy named Azzo (Its fictional of course!)

I have a younger brother who is 9 years old and he is the source for my entertainment when he isn’t in a cranky mood (which is always). So when we aren’t after each other’s lives, we spend time together. Most of that time goes in him sharing a piece of his imagination with me. He has made a series of stories cleverly named ‘The Adventures Of Azzo’ and whenever his creative juices are flowing around his kind-of-non-existent brain, the stories are brought to life. What are these stories? Who is Azzo? What kind of name is that? I’m sure these are the questions roaming around freely in that brain of yours. Let us now learn about this in deeper detail as I clearly have no aim in life whatsoever and you are too bored because there is no other way you’d have reached this post. Or maybe being held a hostage somewhere……..

Who is Azzo?
Azzo is a now 12 year old boy who lives in a village that apparently has no name. He is the protagonist of the stories. He likes to take random walks in a forest nearby. Never fight with him as he’s armed. Armed how? Well he owns an AK-47 gun! A boy at the age of 8 owned a gun, that too a deadly one!! He is skilled in shooting cows, and repairing bridges. He’s the superstar of his village and a movie based on him is in the making.

What kind of name is this?
2 -3 years back is when this name is formed. And I’m responsible for this.
I was talking to my friend on the phone in my room one fine day. We were talking about someone and I said, “That asshole”. I din’t realize that my brother had managed to slip into my room and well, he heard me say it. He then innocently asked me, ‘What did you say right now?” I said, “Nothing, nothing. Go away now!” He said, “Who is Azzo?” I realized that he misheard me and thought I said Azzo instead of asshole. So I replied, “No one.” That very night he slept with me and asked me whether he can recite a story. I gave him the green signal and he started with this very sentence – Once upon a time in a faraway village lives a boy named Azzo. I was in utter shock. I asked him a hundred times what the name was and he said Azzo. Shocking isn’t it?

What are these stories? 
So basically these stories revolve around the protagonist Azzo who shoots cows because they attack him. These are special type of cows as they live in forests and jungles. He apparently is also over-weight because whenever he crosses a bridge on route on his way back home, the bridge breaks and he finds himself in a ditch. Not to worry, he has a rope with him too!!

I will now narrate the first story in the series. I’m obviously going to type it in the proper grammar it requires because I’m a Grammar Nazi and um, I’m not a 7 year old?
In a faraway land in a small village lives a boy named Azzo. He is the favourite of his family and the beloved one of his village. He likes to take walks in a forest nearby. He carries his AK-47 gun with him wherever  he goes because he is scared of animals and would like to shoot them in self-defense. So one day he goes for a walk to the forest and is attacked by a cow. Azzo now being scared shoots the cow and the cow dies. Azzo is happy and he goes back to his village. While he is walking he has to pass a bridge. While mid-way on the bridge, it breaks and Azzo finds himself in a ditch below. He’s scared but then he remembers that he has a rope with him. So he uses it to climb out of the ditch and then he returns home safely.

The sentences above were formed by my brother. That’s why its weird.

So in a nutshell, Azzo is an asshole like his name because he shoots cows who apparently live in ‘forests’!!
Azzo
This is the official poster for the stories. Please do not re-use otherwise my brother’s sentiments would be hurt. He took a lot of time and put in a lot of effort to make this!!

If you’d like me to post more stories that my brother makes, please let me know. I shall post more then. If you din’t like this then this will be the post that I will regret forever……

The Bully-vard Of Broken Bones

If you are a regular reader of my posts then by now you will know that I have a 9 – year old brother. And this post is inspired by his struggles in my native country.

Yesterday evening when my mom and him came back from the playground situated right below my building, my brother looked upset and my mom was in an angry mood. When I inquired, she said that the children with whom he ‘plays’ told her that my brother swears a lot in my country’s national language – Hindi. They also told her that he curses and teases the children. I was shocked because I know he doesn’t even know one bad word, and now we have complaints that he abuses? Then went a long conversation between my mom, me and my brother. We needed to know if this was true.

My brother admitted to telling some words, but he never knew that they were bad. He heard the other children using them, and picked it up. He told it to them because he wanted to be accepted by them. He wanted to play with them.

These kids dominate the entire building. They are from the ages 9 – 12. You’d expect them to play with someone who obviously is the same age. But things don’t always turn out to be the way you expect them to be right?

My brother isn’t physically strong. He can’t run fast without tripping down and he still can’t jump. In short you can say he is weak. So the kids in the country where we both grew up took care of him in school. He had amazing friends who would guide him anywhere in school. His best friend was always regarded as his body-guard. They cared about him that much!

But the kids here have a totally different definition of care.

When we just came to the building they treated him well and played a lot with him. They loved him and cared a lot. We were really happy that he found good friends here too. But we jumped to conclusions too soon.
After 2 months of everyday play, one boy decided to turn the tables. I don’t know what was his problem.  Let’s name the boy XYZ here.
Whenever my brother would go to play they’d just ignore him. My brother would run behind them, and they can’t turn around and tell him to stop! Then one day we found out that XYZ and his partner beat my brother with a dirty broom that was just lying around. They told my brother not to tell my mom or else they’ll stop playing with him. Living in that fear, my  brother never opened up to my mom, dad or me! That broom caused him allergies. His entire body was red, and for two days he couldn’t go out.
Next day my mom and I shouted at those kids and especially XYZ. We gave him a final warning. The next day they played extremely well with him. We thought they learnt their lesson.

A month passed by, and everyone was happy. Until one day my brother started crying at home all of a sudden.

After a very rigorous interrogation and numerous attempts to break his loyalty towards his ‘friends’, my brother decided to open up. And what he said, left my mom and I in tears.

He said that XYZ would tell him to hide in a room. When my brother tried to get out, he and his friends would be pulling the doors so that he’d be trapped inside. Sometimes they pulled his pants, slapped him or made him trip down by putting their leg in the way while he was walking. And when he fell down, they wouldn’t let him up. Instead they’d stand on his pants so that standing isn’t easy for him. And after all these disastrous events, they’d tell him to shut his mouth about all this and never utter a word to my mom and I.
He was being bullied everyday and he kept quiet about it because he was scared.

My brother was weak infront of them. Their continuous fighting among themselves followed by a series of curse words to their own siblings, it was too much for anyone to control.

We told them to stop playing with my brother anymore, and told my brother the same. But my brother was so lonely here that in the end he ran behind them again.
Those kids gained a bit of sense and started playing with him properly. And they were always under my mom’s guidance. So my mom always monitors  every move of theirs.

Then came yesterday. My brother is also at fault here because he din’t need to repeat the words that they use. He’s extremely short – tempered and whenever he’s angry, he’ll start saying each and every word that comes to his mind and gets really hyper. But those kids are obviously at a greater fault here.

Now my brother swears he will never play with them and those kids also say that they never ever will play with him. I don’t want to hear anymore of these cases regarding bullying. I just hope that everything is back to normal till we shift from here. Then none of us have to face these kids ever again.

One thing is still confusing. If they never wanted to play with my brother, then why din’t they tell that directly to us? Why all this torture and made up stories?

These kids were at such an extent because their parents never took their actions seriously. They always say, ‘They are kids. They’re just having fun!’ Everyone in the building knows how bad they are, yet no one stands up to them. That’s why my brother is their first victim. After all this those kids have got severe shoutings by their parents and everyone else in the building. Hopefully they learnt their lesson now and no other kid will be a victim of bullying in this building.
If you yourself are either a victim of bullying or you know someone who is being bullied, stand up to it and defend them. You are not going to lose anything but you will gain respect from others. This needs to stop, and we all can do that. No one should feel the way my brother does. No one deserves that.

Cartoons

This entire week when I was going through my Facebook news feed, one post was successful in grabbing my attention. I guess mostly because I can relate to what it says, as I also feel the same.

Now when you also saw it, I’m positive that even you are going through the same emotions  that I’m going through.

Growing up, Cartoon Network is the channel that I lived on. I was a very fussy baby and I wouldn’t even eat a bite without watching my cartoon!
I still remember, when I was 5 or 6 years old, I wouldn’t wake up in the evening from my afternoon nap to go to my dance classes, but if my mom would just whisper that my cartoon is gonna start, I’d jump from my bed and run towards the television to watch my cartoon from the very start.

Well, these were the cartoons that I’d watch, and surely all of you would’ve watched too!!

This was one of my favourite cartoons. The boy genius and his daily dairies. I loved every bit of this series. And now I feel I can kind of relate to it. I’m not a genius, but I have a younger brother who annoys me in the same way DeeDee annoyed Dexter.
Looking at this cartoon, I always wanted a secret laboratory of my own. Well, I still want one!


My all-time favourite cartoon. Three girls with superpowers who save their town very cleverly named ‘Townsville’ everyday from villains who had weird yet cute names! What’s not to like about them?
I think the best part of this cartoon series was that every girl had different characteristics. Every kid could relate just a little bit atleast to any one of them. 


Frankly speaking, I couldn’t understand this cartoon most of the time. The story line used to go above my head. But I really used to enjoy their goofiness a lot,.
This cartoon never failed to make me laugh. Looking at their actions I’d just burst out laughing. Especially when they would eat the ‘Jaw breaker’. As far as I remember that was the name.

Well, kids saving their neighbourhood. Do I have to be more specific why I loved this cartoon?
The best part was that the children’s names weren’t always revealed as they were always known by numbers. A weird thing, but that’s what made them apart from the others. I only found out their names towards the end of the show. And my reaction was, ‘They also have names?’


This cartoon’s song, I can still sing it in my sleep. I know it that well. This was a weird cartoon, but I loved it anyway. A purple – pinkish dog living with an old couple who lived in the middle of ‘Nowhere’. I think these details itself make the show weird. But this dog has, according to me, earned a special place in every kid’s heart.
The villains that would target them were really weird. From a vegetable to a duck. Everything was a villainThis dog Courage, had an abilty to transform himself in the shape of the villain while explaining the circumstances to the old lady Muriel.
The thing I loved most about this cartoon was Courage’s computer. That computer is even smarter than Google! I really want a computer like that.


Well, my brother now watches cartoons, and it is really sad to see that he is deprived of these amazing cartoons that made every kid’s day. He does get to watch Tom & Jerry which is just amazing. But he shall always be missing these cartoons which will forever remain in every 90s kids’ heart.

Sometimes these cartoons come late at night, and if I have a holiday the next day and can stay up that late then I make sure I watch them. I might be a 16 year old teenager now but whenever I’m given the opportunity I shall forever watch these cartoons.

Dear Cartoon Network, can you please show these legendary cartoons again? Please?
We all dearly miss these.
And the kids these days, are missing out on all the fun and laughter we shared with every episode of these cartoons.