Saturdays...

Reading Martin Rattler can surely give one insights into a Scottish way of life, which is actually quite unlike the English Way (I am not referring to 'hanging on in quiet desperation', if that's what you're thinking). At least until Rattler gets lost in the Amazon Rain forest, that is...
Surprisingly, I actually understand phrases such as "He'll niver bate ye, Martin, avic, as long as there's two timbers of ye houldin' together", and"Troth an' besmearin' ye with too much honour that same".

Note: The book was given to me to read by NS... along with my tuba for the weekend! :)
I like the book, the physical aspect, I mean, It smells of the music room! :) (Not to be confused with the Band Room, where we keep the instruments. That place smells of horse manure, vomit and fungus...)
The Music Room smell reminds me of Music Competition Practice! And German! And a certain fussy person who I will not mention here...

Lately, I've been wondering: If I were to write an autobiography, it would resemble Roald Dahl's 'Boy' and 'Going Solo'... Granted, my life till date has been uneventful (relatively), but with the proper advertisement, it could have the potential to become a classic childhood.
I mean, think about it. You've all read my earlier post 'Nostalgia Beckons'!

And there's still more to come!!!

The E-flat Tuba and other things...

I finally realised why our tubas are so tiny (as far as tubas go, at least)! It's because they are E-flat Tubas, and all the ones I've seen on the Net are BB-flat! Much lower in note!
Anyway, I now know 'Abide With Me', and I'm learning 'Lead Kindly Light', now! I wonder if I can convince NS to let me take my Tuba home to practice... I heard it's a 'done' thing...I can get the hang of those darn high-C's!
The band is learning a new piece called 'Holiday March', which sounds gorgeous! The Band may have a hard time though! Anyone would, if you had a march switching between 6\8, 3\4 and 9\8 timing!!

Anyway, we have to decide on a charity, that is, we, the Interact Club. Does anyone have any suggestions? Also, we need to start holding meetings during the lunch-break, so members must be informed! We need to decide things fast, because I need to have a speech prepared! I wish somebody who is actually in the club was following my blog... I need to publicise it!!

School and other things...

Good grief! Or so Charlie Brown would say... Except, I mean it in a good way (??).

After a day of running around the corridors, gathering people like sheep, shouting out announcements and tallying and endless number of votes, one realises that there's more to life than football, ice-cream and samosas... or maybe all that is just part of the whole...

So here I sit, in a pair of new tracks which I strongly suspect should have been thrown in for a preliminary wash because they smell strange. I don't think I've ever written a sentence that long without commas... Grammar-Nazi that I am...
We should start a Grammar-Nazi Club in school.
Lesson One: The difference between 'back' and 'backside'...
Lesson Two: The difference between 'Bag' and 'Cover'...
Lesson Three: Enunciation of the letter 'Y'... and also, the difference between 'alphabet' and 'letter'!
Lesson Four: How not to mistake sexual allusions for abusive gestures... Sounds random, but is quite specific... 14-year olds (rolls eyes)... (Please ask me if you are wondering what the bloody hell this is about!)

The weather right now is very beach-like! :) soft evening light, strong, warm breeze... my favourite!

I take my leave! Heil!

Der Regen...

What can one do if he has just discovered a new-found love and awe for 'Indian Rondo', but can only find a low-quality performance by our own brass band on 'youtube'?
Listening to 'Stand Up and Fight' by Turisas on repeat should not be counted as a start...
For those who don't know, Turisas is a Finland-based Viking-Metal Band famous for their bad-ass, fiery live shows and their epic Orchestral metal... I have yet to meet someone (besides me, of course) who appreciates their wackiness...

Guess what! I found a somewhat substantial description of the manufacture of nail polish! My Chemistry project can now progress unhindered!
I also found out that nail polish is dangerous for asthma patients, and also contains formaldehyde, a 'mild' carcinogen... That's fun...

The weather can't make up its mind whether it wants to be sunny or cloudy, and that is very annoying, for some reason... Oh! It's started raining! That's a start...

I had a recent revelation that some of my friends are connoisseurs of Hindi films and Music... Is it okay to be proud not to be one? Or is it just plain un-patriotic, if that's a word!

It's started pouring bloody murder now, if rain can do that...

I just realised that my blog posting is very random... every new line has absolutely nothing to do with the previous line... sort of like life, in its own way, innit? Wickedly awesome though! Life, I mean, not the blog... that would be vain...
Let's not go there now...

I shall take my leave now, because I feel like standing in the rain for a while... :)

Change of Season...

Politics... Where greed wears the mask of morality.
Who would have thought that it would get so very sticky... But sometimes, being a smiling observer pays off! Or maybe that's just because you have some security... I doubt many of you have any idea of what I'm talking about!
To those who do, and to those who would resort to dirty politics, all that can be said is summed up in the third scene of the First Act of Macbeth. Lines 129 to 136, to be precise.

The Summer Solstice has come and gone, and there is a change in the winds, as the old world mixes with the new, and strange, exciting things begin to manifest.

The rains are here, if only in modesty, and they fill the air with a chill, and the energies of excitement! With Vikings, Iron maiden and Sherlock floating around in the head, it seems all is quite well with the world, in terms of discovery and joy.

And yet, I cannot find a good description of the industrial manufacture of nail polish...

Some Days are Perfect...

Some days are just perfect. No, maybe there aren't any great movies to see, or anything of the sort, but some days are still perfect.

When you are woken up at 8:00 a.m. on a summer morning for a game of cricket, you just know you're in for one of those days...

Well, okay, so our cricket isn't really a thing to brag about, I mean c'mon! A T-shaped driveway for a pitch, where the only possible fielding positions are Point, Square-leg and long-on or long-off? Somehow, you get the feeling that scores aren't going to be that high...

Nonetheless, we play. None of us are that great, but hey, who said it isn't fun!

FACT: My team's current test victory record is unbeaten, but with the match closing for that day with the opposing team trailing by three runs for no-loss, I'm not sure whether we'll be able to maintain that record...

So then, we play with our kittens. Well, not so much play as conduct behavioral research (not the vivisection kind!). We can't really decide on names. They're brother and sister, so we had to think of paired names: Jupiter and Artemis? Narcissus and Echo? Osiris and Isis? Surprise, surprise... guess who came up with the names...

FACT: The cat (Felis catus), also known as the domestic cat or housecat to distinguish it from other felines and felids, is a small furry domesticated carnivorous mammal that is valued by humans for its companionship and for its ability to hunt vermin and household pests. Cats have been associated with humans for at least 9,500 years, and are currently the most popular pet in the world. Owing to their close association with humans, cats are now found almost everywhere in the world.

We treat them like lion cubs... Jupiter\Narcissus\Osiris made us proud by hunting and catching a gecko...

The afternoon sun beckoned me... I had to go for a swim... On the way, a visible mass of water droplets or frozen ice crystals suspended in the Earth's atmosphere above the surface of the Earth blocked out this particular sun. Plans of swimming went down the drain. We reached home, and our car battery died... Convenient.

Would you believe it, the clouds had disappeared... Nature sure works in mysterious ways. She prevented us from stopping the car at the club and not being able to start it up again, owing to that dead battery...

SOME RANDOM FACTS:

1. The surface area of an average-sized brick is 79 cm squared.
2. According to suicide statistics, Monday is the favored day for self-destruction.
3. Cats sleep 16 to 18 hours per day.
4. The three best-known western names in China: Jesus Christ, Richard Nixon, and Elvis Presley.
5. The word "nerd" was first coined by Dr. Seuss in "If I Ran the Zoo."
6. Every human spent about half an hour as a single cell.
7. "Goodbye" came from "God bye" which came from "God be with you."
8. Kansas state law requires pedestrians crossing the highways at night to wear tail lights.

You know it's a perfect day when you have the time to find all that out...

Hymn of the North Star...

Okay, I know some of you may already have read this, but anyway...

Ae! Irralah! Estrai un Stellai,

Slivren Etsral miel Estellia ai

Adai miæl vellai!

Læn miel veil e vailes miel ceis,

Cerlai miel, Valos un Feaeis.

Avæ mie, Stellaier un Lænai!

A! Irralah! Star of the North,

Thine Sacred Light like Siler Mist

Upon the Worldlings falls.

Bright is thy hair and fair thine skin,

Thy lips, the Nectar of Valos.

Hail thee, Brightest of Stars!

Nostalgia Beckons....

”People seem to get nostalgic about a lot of things they weren't so crazy about the first time around.” – Anonymous

I can’t believe how true this is! Who would have thought I would actually miss some of those crazy times: frantically copying down class work on the morning of the day after it was actually dictated; too busy then, whispering to my friends to write, or getting sent to the Headmistress’ office for throwing a paper rockets around the class!

Ah! The wonder of childhood! Safe and protected in our own little land, unaware of the outside world!

John Betjeman once said, “Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.”

Alas! The dark hour has begun to grow upon us, but we yet have some time, my friends! I speak, not only to my own friends, but to all who stand at the brink, the thin line between our world and the world of the grownups.

As I say this, memories come pouring down like rain. I know it sounds cliqued, but I understand now what they mean when they say that is seems just yesterday that we were walking through the school gates for the first time, entering those now familiar, but then alien subterranean classrooms to behold a sea of strange new people. Who would have thought then that we would be so close in a few years!

Seasons passed, and with them, we grew older, we learnt new tings: how to count to 100, how to write ‘dog’, ‘cat’ and ‘boy’, and how to draw birds, which to me looked nothing like birds!

As we grew older, the things we learned grew more advanced, and we learnt to hold our own in this school! I think we all still remember those endless ‘break-times’ (and in Class 3, lunchtimes!) flying around on imaginary broomsticks playing Harry Potter’s ‘Quidditch’; the fastest kid in class acting as the Golden Snitch!

And then, before we knew it, we were in ‘Senior School’, thrust again into a new world, this one far more serious. From little wizards on broomsticks, we turned into little Ballacks and Podolskis (which was due to the influence of the 2006 FIFA World Cup!), football-crazy sixthies!

As time grew older, so did we, and before we knew it, these little boys and girls were in Class 9. Little did we know this would be the best till date!

Shaping years, these are called, and our characters were built in the best possible ways. From Iron Maiden and Hitler to Beethoven and Tolkien, we had a wide variety of influences (Hitler being and interest, not an influence!), at least my good friends and I.

We had our good times and our bad. Laughing for eternal moments at imitations of Inspector Clouseau’s ‘I wood laik tu bui a “amsphphespher”’ (I would like to buy a hamburger)! Laughing at teachers (please excuse us!), singing loudly during free periods, the list is endless!

And not excluding the times my best friend and I fought over the silliest things: Berlin being in West Germany or East Germany, my friend throwing a baby-tantrum because I demanded my pencil back from him so that I could teach him how to write music.

And our ploys: Pretending to be in WWII, printing out copies of Operation Valkyrie and greeting the teachers with ‘Heil!’ or ‘Herr Kommandant!’; Locating the school’s earthing connections (thanks to Mr. Hart!) and our latest, a plan to go on a quest for the Holy Grail! Wow! All this may seem childish to some, but to us it was, and is a matter of utmost importance!

Now, I realise, these memories are all we are going to be left with! Soon, we will pass out from this school, our hell, and our sanctuary (and sometimes our purgatory). We still have another year, but with the speed at which eleven have passed, what is one year but a candle in the wind?

We will miss every moment we have shared, my friends, my teachers. To you I say simply, you will always be in my heart. Let us make the time we have left the best of our lives!

Fruhlingsglaube...

Fruhlingsglaube is German for 'Faith in Spring'... it is verse written by German poet, Ludwig Uhland. I found its imagery very beautiful...

Die linden Lüfte sind erwacht,	The gentle winds are awakened,
Sie säuseln und wehen Tag und Nacht,	They murmur and waft day and night,
Sie schaffen an allen Enden.	They create in every corner.
O frischer Duft, o neuer Klang!	Oh fresh scent, oh new sound!
Nun, armes Herze, sei nicht bang!	Now, poor dear [heart], fear not!
Nun muss sich alles, alles wenden.	Now everything, everything must change.
Die Welt wird schöner mit jedem Tag,	The world becomes more beautiful with each day,
Man weiß nicht, was noch werden mag,	One does not know what may yet happen,
Das Blühen will nicht enden.	The blooming doesn't want to end.
Es blüht das fernste, tiefste Tal:	The farthest, deepest valley blooms:
Nun, armes Herz, vergiss der Qual!	Now, poor dear, forget the pain!
Nun muss sich alles, alles wenden.	Now everything, everything must change.

Welcome...

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