hanshikha-life

[hanshikha-life]

"Once an apple never an orange, once an orange never an apple"

#personality types #change of perspective

[hanshikha-life]

My Trip to the Duck-ies

It was a lovely day in the month of July. The scorching heat filled the school grounds and the air

coolers ran tirelessly; the day went prolonging for which seemed like eternity. Well, I guess

Wednesdays are always too long! As a student I normally am very attentive in my class and try

to participate in the conversations actively. Most of the time I admire what my teacher teaches

me. I am a communicative person and hence admire anything to do with communication. To this

it becomes obvious that I enjoy my English classes. However boring something may be there is

always a positive in it. To Wednesdays my positives are the two English classes. They seem like

two leaves on a deep pond. Today’s English class was all the more fun because of the two

funny events that laid like two eyeballs of two very expressive eyes. It was around eight forty

five am in the morning and I was all ready for my classes to begin. I waited with my eyes

popped out to see which period it was. Normally, the first period is mostly Math or Business so I

did not really expect much of it. However, my fate had different plans for me. I had English

today, that too two periods of English. I was delighted to know this when I got carried away by

some silly conversation happening in class. In a while all the chaos was sorted and we got back

to our seats. The bell rang and class had begun flawlessly. The teacher came into class and

casually went about the literature. She shared some of her very own experiences which I often

listen very attentively to. As I enjoyed my time at class I sat down writing a story. I carefully

worked in perfect synchronization that I was lost in my very own world. Once I was done I

handed it over to my teacher requesting her to correct my mistakes if there were any. As she

went through my work I sat staring at the time table jotted neatly on the clean black board.

Realizing what I was doing, my teacher informed me that there was no Chemistry class today as

Sir was not keeping very well. Seconds after she delivered this message there was a faint

sense of joy around the class. Now comes the first interesting part!

Trip One

Suddenly, my teacher said, “ Oh! Chemistry class! Go and order grade 11 to read five chapters

of the book ‘The life of Pi (π)’ be very stern and loud”. “EEee! This sounds like an interesting job

I also want to come” shrieked my classmate. So, it was decided. It was me and my classmate

tagged along to the room of the ducks ‘Quack Quack’! We sprinted across the long broad

corridors and planned our parts as to who was going to deliver which part of the message. I

giggled all through the staircase and took a deep breath before I knocked on the door. I was a

little nervous and scared to go to the class. Not because my seniors were scary or something.

To be honest they are the sweetest and most inspiring people in our school. Although they are

really awesome, I still felt that way. I opened the door and said excuse me just in case there was

a teacher. When I looked into the class I was up for a surprise, I had to look around that big of a

classroom at an angle of three sixty degrees only to find all four of them sitting in a corner and

doing something I don’t even know. I just said, “Please complete five chapters of the book ‘The

life of Pi’”. I did not make any eye contact and ran back up to my class!

Once we were quite far from the class we looked at each other and started laughing. The

seniors' expression was soo blank we could barely work out which one of them said “okay” for

what we told them. We quickly wrapped up and jogged our way to class, avoiding any

embarrassment in the middle of the corridor.

After this the day continued to sag again:). I had breaked for snacks, soon after I enjoyed my

tasty delight! I sat through all sorts of tedious classes understanding advanced concepts and

interpreting logical information. I solved complex problems and played extensive games. I was

just enjoying myself thoroughly. I can still remember that we solved around one hundred

problems that day! Then I had my delicious lunch packed by my mother with fries for extra joy!

In no time it was the English period again. I was looking forward to what we were going to do

this time. I was ready for some more adventure. I grabbed my thin English book out of my huge,

heavy bag and flipped through the pages. I was going to do a vocabulary activity because of

which I was scrolling through my teacher’s ‘One Plus’(a brand name) phone. When all this was

happening my teacher was telling me about the Hiku(a 3 line poem) and Limerick(a 5 line poem)

the 11th grade ducks wrote. By the way, if you were wondering why I was referring to them as

ducks; their class name is ducks that is why! She was telling me how they made it a mummy

poem and a baby poem. Meanwhile, another classmate of mine asked my teacher, “ Ma’am,

when is the due date for this writing task?”. To this my teacher replied, “Tomorrow. If tomorrow

ever comes…Oh that’s a book! Hanshikha, that’s a book with one of the ducks, go bring it from

him!”. I looked funny as I tried to process the whole scene. “I’m tagging along”, said my

classmate. “And don’t forget to give a nasty look at the poem chart” exclaimed my teacher “Be

very firm”. “If tomorrow never comes?!” I clarified. “If tomorrow comes! If you say if tomorrow

never comes he’ll probably say “hey what, go back to class”” said my teacher smiling. At this I

burst out laughing as I went all the way to 11th grade another time!

Trip Two

Now, I was laughing uncontrollably for some reason I myself did not know. I took breaks in

between the steps asking my classmate to let me calm down. Before I knew it I was already in

front of their door. It was time for the session to repeat! I went inside to find out they were

attending Math class. It was now my classmate's turn. She said, “Do you guys have a book

called If Tomorrow Comes?”.She made it really stern, in fact she did a better job than me. Mostly

because she did not know them. My senior replied, “Oh yeah! I have it but it’s at home”. “You

don’t have it?” I asked, trying to be as stern as possible but still laughing. “Okay, bring it

tomorrow.” I said. Then my classmate gave a very, very nasty look at the poem chart and we ran

off without even thinking about looking at their faces. I barged into class and told Ma’am that the mission was complete!

The Next Day

The following day my teacher came to our class and told me, “Mission success!! I spoke to your

senior today. He mentioned referring to your classmate that she was soo intimidating, so

dominating, it seems he got scared. I said that the girls were following my command” I laughed!

I thought he’d understand by my sudden change of character that I was not being myself, but I

am still happy that he got scared!

This was my hilarious experience with my duck-y seniors!

Wonder why “Duck-y”? Because they are ducks and always very lucky!

#seniors #school #humor #happy #funny #prank

[hanshikha-life]

My Prankster Brother

It was a sunny evening in the month of June. The bright light shone at my books and my pen was constantly being bitten while I brainstormed the answers of my homework questions. My mind went back and forth on the same question again and again. That’s strange. I’m generally really fast on working out my after school work, I thought. Maybe it was because I was working three times hard to be on par with ninth grade. “It was a sudden change this year”, I said to myself, “It’s the first time I went to school continuously without a summer break and maybe because of which I got a little stressed out”. As such thoughts fluttered through my head came out of nowhere my little sister. I tried my best to pay attention to her while my drowsy, dark-brown eyes couldn’t help closing. I was snoozing hard. Why had I gotten soo tired suddenly? After a good enough attempt to listen I heard two words, “upload google-classroom”. I gently took the jet black phone from her tender baby hands and uploaded her online quiz to the google classroom to be corrected. I had just glanced at the big, fat student copy as the phone rang loudly. “Buzz…buzz”. Hugh? I jerked. Now that sure woke me up from my great slumber. I took the phone from my sister again. To be exact I remember snatching it from her. Yes, I know I should have asked, but anyways. I swiped up the lock-screen and entered the password. The home page popped up in a few seconds as I scrolled down to see who was calling. Ahhh…It was my little, naughty cousin brother. I’d known him since he was two days old and we’d grown as thick as a rainforest ever since. We bonded over the physical time spent initially as kids and later bonded over the internet.

He’s been calling me since and two things happen everytime we e-meet. One, our time extends for hours together and two, we have so much fun that it becomes difficult to sleep the entire night. I always love spending time with him! However, this particular day I was skeptical about it. You see, he had been trying to reach for quite some time and everytime he did something kept coming up and I had to refuse his calls. It was studies, or games or sports or sometimes even meal times. I was making lame excuses for silly reasons because of which I was scared to pick the call up. Of Course, I didn’t mean it but I was just not able to make much time for him. This did bother me a little but I put it in the last cell of my brain. I had a lot of thoughts going on in my head when GASP I was back to reality again. There were two missed calls and I had to call back. I texted him to hold on and returned the phone to my sister. Allowing her to complete the work she was to do. I took the time and set things within myself right. Once my sister was done I stood up to myself and rang my brother. I had my mind all set to apologize incase I had to. I gripped the phone tightly and pushed it against my ears briskly. I took a deep breath and then said a small, sweet, “hello…How are you?”

A crazy voice came pounding out, “Ha..loo…Howwaa…re…yo…u”. I was astounded. When did this guy start having internet issues? It went on for ages together. At this point I gave up. How could someone living in such a big city ever be able to get so many WiFi issues. This was literally impossible. Like hearing a crackle person. “Ba..t…ha…w?”. Why was he doing this? It had been five minutes and it was still going on. Oh! Now I got it. Brothers are never hundred present in what they say. Maybe he was just acting all along. After soo much effort and million requests of teaching me how to do ‘breaking voice’ he started to become normal. Oh and by the way I wanted to know how to do that for real. It would be soo cool to do that in online school and trick all my classmates and teachers. I’ve been asking him to teach me ever since. Once he became a normal person he randomly started shouting to the core of his voice that he couldn’t hear me. He was screaming at the top of his voice. Probably the loudest time I ever heard him. To counter his screams I started texting him for another four minutes continually. I texted him in normal formal English, then shifted to informal, then texting language. I even texted in Telugu but heard no reply.

The call was still on and the milk white text on the top center showed that nine minutes had passed. I was very sure he was just acting off that he couldn’t hear me. He must be partying vividly just by the thought of me assuming that he couldn’t hear me and I was trying to reach out to him badly. Out of frustration I just cut the call and called him time and again. After he was sure he irritated me to his heart’s content because I did not pick his call up. After taking full revenge he spoke to me only at the exact time when I had to sit down for music class. So, now I had to cut the call and make a proper deal with him to e-meet up properly again.

What an amazing prank call it was! It was so much fun that day! I loved talking to him. It’s one of my favorite things to do!

In fact this blog is fully dedicated to him!!

#Brother