The Mundane Artist

"What is it you want?" she cried in despair.  No reply.  "Is it me that you want?"  No reply. "Say something!"  "I already have you," it said.  It had her for years.  And she lived.  Now, it had become stronger, fiercer. And she survived.  She let it wash her over, the wave of pain, Burning and aching her body, it reigned.  She didn't want to survive,  She wanted to live.  Alas, it didn't give her a chance. SHE didn't give herself a chance.  It was thirsty for power, and she let it quench it.  She fell, and one thought.  "Is this the end?"  She came back, and one thought,  "Why isn't it the end?"  But she was strong.  The gale of the disease stronger.  But she was strong,  Just weakened by the reign.  But she was strong,  She fought it with smiles, bruises and pain.  But she was strong,  ...

In the light of recent elections for the Student Council, Prefects, Vice Captains and Captains, I want to throw some light on Leadership. Many of you would have stood for the elections with big dreams. Some of you may have succeeded, whereas some of you may have not. Last year, I stood for the Student Council Elections, and I didn't get in. At this time last year, I was saddened and angry. For someone who wants to nurture their leadership qualities and wants to learn how to properly lead people, such things mean a lot. Then I was pushed to the post of a Prefect. I always heard people talk and ask, and I did the same too,"Why are they throwing me a Prefect Badge? Is it because my fate was bad and they were pitiful?" But later I made myself contemplate the matter. How long was I going to feel bad about the fact that I wasn't part of the student council? Then I understood. If you truly want to be a leader, any post that gives you an opportunity to be a leader, you t...

I was in grade 3 when I joined Indian School Muscat. I remember setting foot in the school for the first time ever for an entrance exam accompanied by my mother. Entering from one way and exiting from another, confused us greatly. I was 8 years old and yet on the first day of school, I was late. Perhaps, I wasn't used to getting up that early in the morning for school (And I still am not, to be very honest!) I was so fascinated by the ACs in my classroom more than anything else. The welcome was warm and the teachers wonderful. It's been 8 years since that day. Now here I am in Grade 12, the last year of schooling. It's fascinating to know how time flew so fast. Just yesterday I was a small girl of 8 and now I am an adolescent aged 17, in the last year of her school! I still can't believe the fact that in another one year I will be done with school. I had never even thought about this, till I bought my books for grade 12.  Even though I still cuss every morning ...