Many The Miles.

Day 11- 21^st September, 2011.

Long time, hey. It’s been a busy, busy, busy week last week. I mentioned going to Ooty and Masinagudi for a school trip, right? Yeah, it was fun. Lots of fun. Of course I’m going to go into the details; I want you to know that I don’t have a very boring life after all.

We had a long way to go.

So we left on Tuesday, the umm...13^th I think. My mother went to Mumbai to see my dad while I was away, so I went to Aku’s after school, and we went to the railway station together. We reached the station at 8 on the dot, and for once our train was not delayed. But it was too early to make assumptions, keeping in mind the efficiency of our brilliant railway system.

Our train departed for Coimbatore at 9 in the night, and at 9:30, we stopped at Thiruvallur station like we did at every other station that came in our way. We were all super excited, so no one realized that we were going to be at the station for the next 6 hours. 6 hours. Not a joke. Apparently, there had been a rain accident where two trains collided and got derailed about 2 stations away from where we were. Yes, 10 kilometers. It’s not even funny.

And the reason? The brilliant train driver was oh-so-busy talking on the phone. No, totally justified. A phone call is definitely more important than 150 passengers on the train, no? He missed the signal, and when he realized that it was too late, he jumped out of the train with amazing grace. This calls for a round of applause, everyone. 15 dead, 70 injured. And apart from that, we were stuck for just 6 hours. Only.

We reached Coimbs (sounds pretty funky, na?) next day at 7 in the evening instead of 4 in the morning, running about half a day behind schedule. We went to this kind of posh hotel called Aloft, owned by one of my classmates. The rooms were pretty cool. Actually anything would have felt better after that disgusting, cockroach infested, 24 hour train journey. So yeah, Aloft gave me some hopes of our trip getting better. I tagged along with Anju, Esha and Aku into room no. 217. As soon as we entered, everyone took a bath to get rid of the stink. That train journey was good enough to give me a good night sleep.

The next day we proceeded to Destiny Farm in Ooty. The BEST part of our entire journey. The rooms, the view, the people, the social night! But all good things come to an end too soon. So instead of staying there for two days, we stayed there only for one, and then left for Masinagudi. We stayed in Casa Deep Woods, one of the best (apparently) over there. It was okay-ish. After experiencing Club Mahindra in Munnar and Kodai, Masinagudi was kind of a disappointment. But it’s okay, as long as you know how to have fun, right?

The last day, we left for Mysore. We were 12 girls and 8 guys in one bus. Good fun. Except the part where I had to sit in the last row. My back still aches. Ouch.

All in all, good or bad, it was an experience. The last one.

Pointless.

Day 9- 2^nd September, 2011

So I am back to writing. Please excuse me for the long gap; blame it on the school day, report day and all those school activities. Very frankly, I had almost given up hopes of writing my blog ever again. Yes, you guessed it. Report card day. The freakiest day of the year!

This time, report card day was not AS bad as I thought it would be, but I wouldn’t say it was absolutely harmless. To add to it, I didn’t show my mother the answer sheets before the day of the report card. I didn’t have courage. But then, I thought, what the heck, things can’t go so wrong that she’d kick me out of the house or do something nasty like that. So just before leaving for school, I gathered my answer sheets and arranged it on the dining table. When my mother came back after dropping me, she saw them, and well, she was amused. My mother was more sad than angry, looking at my Chemistry and Math marks.  I hate those two subjects and no matter what I do or how much I study it, I am never able to get the knack for it. It’s been this way for a while so I’ve learnt to deal with it, but my parents can’t stop worrying about my future. I have told them not to worry, but when I think of it myself, I can’t help but wonder what would happen to me if I didn’t get a seat in a medical college. It’s scary, the thought—sitting at home, doing nothing. The best way to deal with it: Leave it aside; at the back of your mind. When the time comes, I’ll know it. (I know, you must be thinking of me as a typically teenager. And no, I don’t mind. I’m just living up to my reputation.)

Next month we go to Ooty and Masinagudi for a week long excursion along with the rest of my classmates.  It should be good, I’m sure. This will be our last one, so it better be good. Post that, we have our Model United Nations- it’s a mock UN assembly where school students represent delegations all over the world. After that comes the dance competition (in which I’m not taking part for very obvious reasons. Literally.) And then (*drumroll*) THE EXAMS. Dhun dhun dhun.

I just spent half an hour writing something so pointless. I was going to write about something and it ended up being something else. Oh well, deal with it. Signing off.