Just Another Story

Heyya!! This is me, Anushka and I love taking up new hobbies and creating new stuff. This is where I share my life stories with lots of DRAMA and BOLLYWOOD!!!

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Unspoken...

Well I wanted the first post of 2024 to be something grand, exciting perhaps I wished to post a year rewind which is still in my drafts folder incomplete.. But now it's just a random thought or maybe its a result of an ongoing situation idk...if I'll post this or will stay in my drafts folder yet again...

So usually when I think rather overthink about something, I write it down somewhere, maybe on a piece of a torn notebook paper in a gibberish handwriting that no one else could read...or I just post it on Snapchat like a random snap..But Idk why but let's just write it down here only..

Okay so, imagine like sitting in a room lit with bright lights all around, and suddenly the power goes off..and everything turns dull and dark..and it's not like for a couple of minutes or soo... So obviously you start to panic, and its like pitch dark you cannot see a thing .. naturally you'll start searching for a source of light, even a tiniest source of light.. suddenly you realise you have your phone so you switch on its flashlight..its not that bright and can't lit up the whole room but now you feel a bit relaxed, and for the next few hours or till the time power returns this flashlight is your only support . But suddenly the power comes back , everything is back to normal..bright and clear.. The room is so lit up now that the flashlight is now useless..Even if you switch it on or switch it off..its doens't make any difference its worthless now..and slowly you start forgetting about that flashlight which helped you cope the dark times..

This is how I feel these days..I feel like the flashlight who tried its best to bring light in someone's life but all its efforts were just not enough..Yeah, I'm happy that they have something brighter now, they are now in a better place but what about me? Did they forget that I exist??

You know they say a person cannot choose his family, his parents his relatives but out of the  only relations he can choose the most important ones are his friends. And now me being the most indecisive person to ever exist can't even choose the correct set of friends!!

"People in friendship talk about being besties forever, and till infinity but little did I know that sometimes forever is just couples days or years and some infinities are smaller that the other infinity.."

Yeah..soo that's it thats it for the day.. Ik..Ik. its very raw and "random" and not something that I usually post but ..who cares....this is how I have been feeling and wanted to vent and so I did!! This was' Just Another Story '.

And this is me,

Signing Off !! <<33

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Y.J.H.D

Sooo..long time no see huuhhh!! ..well I was quite busy with some school stuff and exams uk.. #studentlifestruggles (also I was out of ideas :)) anyways “Rukawat ke liye khed hai.." and maybe main ab aur"consistent" ho jaau!!

I have quite a few stories which I thought I'll write about..my maths board exam day, Teachers' day'23 with my lovely seniors..and my first open mic!! But but but ....since I am lazzy and have this very unnecessary amount of chull..I'll talk about something else today.

Today let's talk about the cult, the classic..GenZ ke "yeh hamare zamane ki movie hai" wala movie everyone's favourite YJHD!!!..Who doesn't like this movie!!??? Everyone one has their own learnings and memories from Yeh Jawaani hai deewani..The movie which gave us Bunny..the movie that taught us "kabhi kabhi kuch paane ke liye kahi se nikalna bhi zaroori hai".. I mean you already know how beautiful that movie is..

Yeah so, just like everyone, even I have my own interpretation of this movie.. and I will  share that today ig(although no one asked for it). After watching the movie(which was during the lockdown)I wondered about the origin story of Bunny, Aditi, Avi and Naina Talwar!!..like how someone named Kabir Thappar became Bunny?  "Woh sab dost bane kaise!!!???" And soo many more questions...so I decided to write up the answers to all these questions in a way I wish them to be..

Okay so imagine the story like this...

Its the first day of first grade everyone's just looking up at the new faces all around and the little kids are just fighting for the first bench..and then enters the "heartbeat" .. the one who will be unknowingly responsible for all the classroom madness, Kabir already shouting and giggling and waves to Avinash, who has already saved a seat for him.. and after talking a bit about how they spent their holidays. They see a girl fighting on the very first day with a boy who took her pencil.And then arrives the teacher who is already up for a challenge in her head. She then observes a quite girl sitting at the corner seat looking out of the window.. So she asks the "warrior kinda girl"-Aditi to sit with this dandelion-kid ,Naina and in her head Aditi is singing up for a punishment coz sitting with Naina is like sitting with a bronze statue who she knows will hardly talk to her and then Bunny convinces Avi to sit near the window at a vacant seat behind these girlies..

But that one fine day, when Kabir pulled Aditi's chair and she fell down and everyone laughed , she shouts at Kabir and is just about to cry when she yells "main tumhari teacher ko complain krungi !!" and this marks the beginning of a cold war between Aditi and Kabir.  Everytime Kabir would find ways to tease Aditi and she would also fight him back. Their banters were a constant source of entertainment for the whole classroom. They acted as the most obidient students in front of the teachers but as soon as they left, during the break time, the classroom would turn into a wrestling ring where they fought with Avi being the refree. Avi was their mediator , woh best friend bhale hi Kabir ka ho, pr Aditi se dosti bhi pakki thi and Naina, Naina would just remain quiet and look at all that choas  and long for such friends. The always fighting duo didn't have any hate for each other rather when put together they would make the strongest team.. Months went by... and Kabir became "Bunny" soon after the day of their second grade picnic when he boasted to Aditi saying "agar darr lage na ..toh mera hath pakad lena.."and then daar bhi laga aur haath bhi pakda.. Kabir ne ... Aditi ka kyunki woh ek bunny se daar gya tha ...and hence Bunny. But its not like Aditi wasn't given a name she was called "magnet " why you may ask.. coz the other magnet was Avi! Weird right..ik..even Aditi felt the same when se got to know about the "other magnet" years later..

Samay ka pahiyaa ghumta gaya.. Naina, Aditi, Avi, Bunny grew upp.. Now the warriors weren't fighting all the time rather they became best of friends and now Avi , Bunny and Aditi became a trio.. Naina and Avi also became good friends since Naina was the one who always helped Avi cheat in exams. Soo yeah you may say that exams were the reasons they became friends but it wasn't the only reason for their friendship although the movie plot showed Naina had feelings for Bunny , but with Avi she felt like home. With Avi she felt like she has escaped from all her life problems all the maddness and all the sufferings" ek sukoon tha uski baaton mei.." I am not trying to ship them together but its just that a best friend like Avi is what we all need .Later on maybe Naina and Avi lost connection maybe their this friendship didn't last long and maybe Naina didn't even try to hold him back as her friends leaving her alone wasn't something new for her and she was so tired of trying that she started blaming herself and then became more silent.. and maybe that's why the movie didn't highlighted Naina and Avi's friendship much.

Few years later,Bunny and Aditi slowly drifted away..something happened between Avi , Bunny and Aditi maybe something so extreme that none of them had imagined.  What could have happened? Maybe Bunny shattered Aditi's trust . Friendship with Bunny was her super power but when suddenly someone snatched that away, she could never trust anyone like that again. Avi tried again  and again to bring them closer but naah the scar was soo deep that won't heal easily although it seemed that everything was sorted but it wasn't the trust that had gone never came back and that's why when in the movie she  sends the video invite to Kabir she is a bit hesitant and nervous and didn't even expected him to be their at their big day.

But heyy, everything did sort between all four of them as we move towards the end in the movie right!!? And after the movie ends they all lived their happily ever after.. together all 6 of them Naina-Bunny, Aditi-Tarun and Avi- ? Avi with??? Well some mysteries are better left unsolved..

Hope you enjoyed this blog and plan to rewatch the whole movie now:)

This was just another story.

And this is me,

Singing Off <<33

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Yeh Rishta Kya Kehalata Hai?

You know they say monkeys are our ancestors and we have evolved from monkeys to become modern-day humans . Then I guess my ancestors either hate me or love me to an extreme level and, either way, it's way too complicated to understand.

In the past 16 years of my life (basically my whole life) there have been numerous ancestral encounters, i.e. many monkey encounters with me, and the craziest one is still beyond my intellectual level.

Okay, so once, I was at my nani's place and a quick brief about her city is that, at that point of time, it was terrorised by monkeys, like literally every time you come out of the house, you'll always be greeted by a full family of monkeys.

Anyways, back to the story,  yeah so.. I was at my nani's place and they went to fresh dairy to get milk, so me and one of my cousins decided to accompany my nani to the dairy farm (dunno why I decided to go on that particular day),  so everything was going smoothly (or maybe not that smoothly), but yeah when we were on our return journey back to home there was a building under construction and there were some kids playing in the background, there were some uncles having conversations (maybe politics was the subject coz that's what majority of uncles in India usually talk about)so yeah it was a proper set-up for some adventurous and thrilling scene and thrill did happen a monkey jumped out in front of us from that building out of nowhere and then it was one monkey against 3 of us.. The monkey looked at us. We looked back at him and a sudden wave of tension  spread all over us. Then the monkey decided to play a game, "the game of kabaddi" . The monkey ran towards my cousin but she escaped, then he went towards my nani but she "shooed" him away.. And by that moment I realised that the next target was going to be me. I turned around and was about to run, when,  suddenly,... he grasped my left ankle and was adamant and wouldn't let me go ...I guess that monkey came to me to apologise for some mistake he must have made in our past lives and that's why he was at my feet but anyways...

So, I tried to kick it away and I was trying so hard like one of the uncles you can observe on the roads trying to restart your old scooter. But just as the scooter didn't start easily, the monkey also didn't let me go easily.

By that time, some of the neighbors arrived with sticks and bricks [PS: those were just for self defence and to scare the monkey, no need to contact PETA..]

And yeah , the monkey finally ran away and I ran towards one of the neighbor's houses who rescued me!!

By this time , I was just happy that I had survived, but then one of the kids shouted and pointed out towards my ankle. It was bleeding and everyone assumed that the monkey had probably bit me..and then I saw the blood and suddenly I started feeling the pain and started crying (what else would you expect from a kiddo!?) And I cried and cried so much that the neighbours had to drop us home, which was just 30secs away from the action sequence location...

I had to go under medication and take several shots of injections for a couple of months, although the reason for the wound and bleeding was still unclear to all. Some suspected it to be a monkey bite while others said it was just his nail scratch or something... “Yeh raaz bhi ussi ke sath chala gya.."

And that's not the only money encounter!! There's more ... Last to last year I went on a trip with my maternal side of the family and we were on this trek kinda thing when I was wearing cargo pants that day and I had a yellow mask (I know .."wHo WeArs A yElLoW mAsK..!???" but that's the way I am ..crazy!!)

Anyways,  while we were returning from the Trek, I stopped at a point to tie up my shoe lace and I had that mask in my hand, so as I was trying to tie my laces I heard one of my aunts shouting out my name and said "TERE PEECHE BANDAR!!"(THERE'S A MONKEY BEHIND ME!!)

I just caught a glimpse of the monkey and ran  as fast as I could..the monkey probably took it as a challenge for a marathon and started chasing me.

I ran towards one of my younger cousins as she was in front of me . And then maybe the monkey had seen that drinks advertisement, "aaj kuch toofani karte hai!"..and he took it literally..so he snatched away her handbag and, after 30seconds of their impromptu tug of war, the monkey won!! And decided to celebrate on a tin roof which was way too high and out of our reach. At that moment he turned into BUNNY, coz woh udna chahta tha , daudna chahta tha ..maybe girna bhi chahta tha bss .. rukna nahi chahta tha!!

And we lost all hopes of getting the bag back..but wait! Here comes our hero on a horse ...oh sorry with a horse...one of the locals who heard us and our sad story and decided to help us.. That Superman jumped onto that risky roof and stared at the monkey and he ran away!!!(is it this simple to scare away a monkey???) Anyways, he got our bag back and saved our trip...

Well, not only monkeys, but there are several other animal stories, like one about a cow,  wasps, a calf, a pigeon, a puppy and a cat too...but I will tell you some other day, in some other blog...

Here's the poster for the blog:-

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog. This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing Off!!!

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Baazigar: The End !!

Before starting up with this blog, let me give you guys a quick recap of the previous blog.

So the last blog was about how  brutally lost in a declamation competition. If you haven't read it already, then please go through it once for some context of this blog.

Okay so, if you're born in India and have grown up watching Bollywood movies, then there's a 95%chance that you wish to be a popular Bollywood actor atleast once and I guess it's pretty evident from my blogs that I am a huge admirer of Bollywood and Hindi cinema. I do have that wish to become an actor and working in a movie with my favourite actor as my co-star and want my favourite singer to sing the movie's title track, but these are all mere wishes that aren't gonna happen irl .

Since I was in 5th grade or something , every year there was this ‘‘roleplay’’ activity and I was so fond of writing about my own stories and characters that I always ended up directing the play with the role of the story's narrator. Yeah, I never got to act in my own play (except this one time when I wrote a story on robots and no one in my group wanted to be a robot).

Anyways back to the story, last  academic session there was an English skit competition for both 9th and 10th graders, but apparently, 10th graders weren't auditioned because of their 'upcoming exams' . But no one really cared about 10th graders working at the backend, so when I got to know about the play, I wanted to be a part of it somehow, so about a week before the competition, my 'wish' got fulfilled and I was assigned the task of preparing the ppt for our skit.  I prepared a short ppt based on all the briefs I had (which was almost nothing ).

I remember there was a day off before the competition. (Let the competition be on Monday and the story continues from Saturday), I went to help the props team and then went on with the skit members to see the timings and everything associated with running the new ppt (the ppt I made didn't look that appealing to the teacher but fun fact that she ended up using my original ppt for the competition).

There I saw one of my juniors talking to the teacher so I went there and I got to know that one of the main leads of our play had quit the show at the very last moment!! So she(my junior) was there to give the audition. She spoke some lines from our play, which was an adaptation of the very famous play by Shakespeare, “The Tragedy of Julius Caesar ”, but the teacher didn't quite like her audition and asked her to do it one more time, so I tried to help her by demonstrating her how to say those lines and dunno why my teacher suddenly went like , “Haan, aap accha bool rhe ho, Anushka why don't you only do it!?” and I was like blank for a second and then she went on again but I tried to refuse coz of the stage phobia after the declamation and the other reason was that my parents won't allow me for any others activity now coz “ BoArD eXaMsS” then other play members, my senior and another teacher went on convincing me and I couldn't refuse them all so I agreed but I didn't know that I have to stay back in school till 4pm for practice!!!!

When my teacher told me this, the only thing in my head was “Gayii aaj toh..." Coz who will convince my dad now!! I went to this teacher who is pretty close to me and we don't share that formal teacher -student relationship and told her my story she knew my parents too and when I asked her to inform my parents coz I didn't have the guts to do so..even she was like “Yeh mere baski nahi bhaiya(my dad) tughe bhi daatenge aur mughe bhi!”(haan, mere papa ke gusse se school wale bhi darte hai!!) But someone had to inform so she ringed my parents and was lucky enough, as my mom picked the phone instead of my dad.

I prepared for the competition somehow and initially I was given only 3-4 lines, coz that's how much you can trust a newbie at the last moment, but then during the stay back there was a student whose role was given to me and he was given the role of the main lead, who left the play as he knew more about the storyline and all. He almost cried on stage and asked the teacher to exchange the roles again coz he wasn't sure about that new role and was more comfortable doing his previous role, so she looked at me and was like, “Anushka batao ab , aap krloge iska role? ” at that moment I felt like everyone's staring itno my soul and if I refuse at this point then they'll kill me and the title would become “The Tragedy of Anushka Garg ” so I agreed again .

I was  doing the role of Mark Antony now and if you know the play, then you might know that there's this huge monologue kinda dialogue that Mark Antony speaks after the death of his idol, Julius Caesar.

Once again, I was in a situation where I was not prepared at the last moment. The thought of the Declamation incident haunted me and I repeatedly practiced my monologue. Even on the day of the competition, I would ask all the members of my team to hear my monologue separately and look at my expressions and everything. I even arranged for some fake tears , fake blood to make the scene more realistic.

The competition day was very chaotic. We were the first ones to go on the stage and as soon as we started, we got to know that no one did the technical check at the auditorium, so all the audio attached to the ppt as background sound, which was the main attraction of our didn't  play and even the ppt got stuck multiple times , my roman headband got tangled up with the mic wire and I was literally pushed onto stage and couldn't even untangle or get the fake blood ready I started up my dialogue and then the play ended . All of us, as soon as we got off the stage, knew the results. The results were announced and out of the four teams, we came last (as expected) and we had even hoped for the first or second position tbh the only rank we hoped for was the third rank, i.e. we wished to come second last!

But that day, I didn't feel that bad after losing because we already knew that we weren't the best and I was happy that no one got stuck with their dialogues, and we completed the play although it was not as we expected due to the technical issues, but each one of us gave their best performance and no one could even really control the technical aspects.

That day taught me that one must win from one's own self and must not really bother about what others think about us, as they don't know what they have been going through.

Summing up my competition experiences through a poster :-

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog. This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing Off!!! <<33

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Bollywood Blog!!?

I'm sure you must have heard the famous dialogue by SRK , “Haar ke jeetne wale ko baazigar kehte hai, baazigar ”. Well, I have lived that moment .

Well, I am one of those who go to school every day but attend only 70-80% of classes. No, I don't bunk or get punished for standing outside, but I am always involved in one or the other activity/competition. This is the story of such competitions only.

Okay, so during this session I took part in a debate competition which I 've already said that I won, so this is not about that. This story is about another competition i.e. Declamation Competition where we had to give a speech(I don't know why they give such fancy names to a speech recital competition).  

Straight up to the story, D-DAY of Declamation Competition . As soon as I reached school that day, I went to my teacher who was mentoring me after reaching school and started giving up my speech, but I stammered once or twice and then when I gave the speech again she pointed out my 'pronunciation', which made me kinda nervous (FYI, we only had 2days to prepare for the competition). I went to the auditorium (competition location) and the participants were sitting with the audience. I was the third to go up the stage, so I constantly kept revising my speech again and again and again.

And finally it was my turn, I went onto the stage and started giving up my speech, and a few moments later I completely blanked out!! Like seriously, I guess if someone asked me my name at that moment, then I wouldn't even be able to answer that. I started over again but still blanked out . So I tried making up stuff. Whatever came to my mind, I just spoke it out loud and there was this line which I said that day which I guess became one of the highlights because everyone knew I was just throwing up random stuff and that line gave me a good laugh from the audience and applauds too. The line was , and I quote,“You know why I am not able to give my speech today because yesterday, instead of learning my speech, I was scrolling through social media and that's the problem of our generation .” Although the only thing I have been doing for the past 2 days was cramming up that stuff.

That day when I got off the stage, I felt so downcast and let down that I can't even describe. It wasn't like that I haven't had any bad stage experiences.Once I tripped on the stage and even forgot the steps while I was in the front position of a dance performance, but this time the feeling was worse.

The judges and other teachers did praise me that day for my spontaneity and courage and  that I didn't get off the stage (I guess that's what teachers do)and that's another thing I have learnt from my past experiences, that never lose hope and give your best.

Anyways, after the competition, I went back to my class where one of my teachers who were mentoring me for the competition was teaching. She saw me and guessed the story or maybe my fellow classmate who was a part of the competition, who had already reached the classroom with a medal, told her the story . I told her my part of the story and she even grew angry at me for my negligence and scolded me and I was literally about to just burst out with my emotions, but I went back to my seat and tried to calm myself up. That day I even wrote a poem which, when read by my friends, became quite popular .

That day I learnt that sometimes we don't always need to put in that extra effort and get stressed, but rather take it easy. We don't always have to try to be the best and things don't always go as planned, so we must be wise enough to change the plan anytime!!

Well for this blog I think the poem I wrote that day is more appropriate that a mere poster .

So here's the poem titled, PHRASES:-

But wait, what's the “Baazigar thing ” in all this ? So I just realised that this story is already pretty elaborated, so instead of adding more to it, I will write up the second part in the next blog! Yeah , a sequel just like any other B-wood movie!! ;⁠)

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog and the poem too!! This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing off!!!<<33

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Hold Upp!!

It is not what you think...

This story isn't about getting locked in a jail lock up, but this story is about me, my sister and my parents getting locked outside our home ..

An adventurous, a thrilling experience in itself. Now when we look back , we laugh about it, but at that moment, when we were in that situation, it was horrific..

Okay, so the story starts with us leaving our home for some relative's  wedding to attend, which was in some other city and took 2-3hrs to arrive.. My grandparents were home as usual (they don't travel much) . My dad locked the door and gave the keys to my grandma and left without taking the duplicate keys .

Everything was going smoothly until we reached back home at around 1 am. My dad parked the car in the garage and pressed the doorbell but no one came out, so he ringed my grandma's telephone once and then again and again,  but everytime it was the same thing, “The person you're trying to reach is out of the network coverage area”...WHHAATT!!?

He then honked the car horn multiple times but neither of my grandparents came to see what was happening..(If you're wondering,their room is literally just above the garage). Now more of my neighbours had gathered 'to check' .

What do we do next !!?? My neighbours tried to offer help by allowing us to sleep in their houses, but the question was not about a place to sleep, but it was more about my grandparents' safety. Were they safe? Did anyone break into our house ? Or was it something else ?

Then my dad thought of a masterplan, and threw his shoe towards their room's window and he missed it terribly .. Then he did the same with the second one and it did hit the target but it wasn't much help. (Just in case you're wondering why he didn't throw a stone or something, then the reason for not doing it was it might break the glass and hurt my grandparents) . We tried using a ladder but it didn't reach the top. So it was time for Masterplan B.

Okay, let me brief you about the plan. So the idea was to get onto the balcony of the adjacent house and then jump to my balcony. Sounds simple and easy, indeed it was. But here comes the twist. We ringed their doorbell and they also didn't reply. Another neighbour told us that they weren't in the town . But wait, we can modify the plan, right!!? So , now the plan was to go to the balcony of the third house, then jump to my neighbour's balcony and then jump to mine. And do you know who was chosen to execute this plan !!? It was me .. (•_• )

I went, on third neighbour's balcony and tried to get on the adjacent neighbour's balcony but there was a gap inbetween the two houses which this small kid was terrified to jump over.

Just imagine a child hanging out on a balcony railing and crying out loud while others are motivated to jump(obv. not to jump off the balcony but to jump over the gap). Finally, my dad pulled me back up and then everyone was convinced that this plan was also a fail until my mom stepped up and said that she would do it .. and she went on and did it..She literally aced it like some marvel character. She jumped on the neighbour's and then ours and then silently walked over to their window and peeped inside and saw ............

My grandparents were asleep, then my mom called them and they woke up and were like ...what are you doing here!!? My mom asked, why didn't you open the door, and my grandma replied that she was asleep so she didn't hear any noise and then she added that we could have just called her.(⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠)

That day I was sure that my mom surely had some Spiderman skills. This story taught us to carry at least the spare keys with us every time we go out!!

So, I was very sleepy that day and now I don't have any clear visuals, plus I couldn't even find anything that represents this situation, so the designs for the post is a representation of our masterplan :

Hope you enjoyed reading this blog . This was 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing off!! <<33

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Did You know?

Approximately 21. 87 lakh students were registered for CBSE Class10 Board Exams this academic year!!

Just wondering how much prep is required to be a 'ToPpeRrr'.

Okay, so I am even one of the 21laks students who appeared for the well-known 'Board Exams' this year and this blog is not about the board exam experience-rather, this is about the overall experience of class 10,  'Dasvi Kaksha'.

I think it's true when people say, “Covid changed everything ”coz it really did for me. After 7th grade, I literally went to school directly into 10th grade (I attended online schooling for 2 years). I didn't know that the bunch of friends who were with me from 1st, and with whom I celebrated on the last day of my 7th grade, I wouldn't be able to meet them for 2 years and we wouldn't be in the same class anymore. Like, just imagine the Earth separated from its twin planet, Venus.

Anyways, the 10th grade began with a whole bunch of new kids, who looked like they were studying for 30hrs a day!! Like seriously, they appeared to be too studious and serious for me!! Time passed by and we all adapted to this change. Those unknown faces became known.

My experience of this grade , if you don't consider this separation,the number of times my class was relocated , the number of times I collided with some strangers in school and got stuck in awkward situations, then this year has been great for me. I won a debating competition, wrote a play and bagged third position amongst 28 schools and also got to be a part of the school's student council as the Deputy Head Girl (although I didn't have any job to do other than wearing the badge and roaming around).

Not only this, but I also strengthened my friendships with some crazy friends who were with me even when I brutally lost 2 different competitions this year, and started writing poems ‘kavitaayein’ (btw, 2 of them are published now in 2 anthologies).

In short, I enjoyed my ‘DASVI’ to the fullest. Without any regrets, I can say that I didn't just study, throughout the session, mugging up the syllabus, and became a book worm, but I also won prizes in other co-curricular activities, didn't compromise on my other interests and enjoyed this journey throughout .

Visualising my 'DASVI KA SAFAR' :-

Anyways this was 'Just Another Story'. Hope you enjoyed reading :)

This is me,

Signing off!!<<33

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Heyya!!

This is me Anushka and it's my very first blog (if you don't consider the one I wrote for some school assignment), so I don't know the rules of this game tbh and that's why I decided to create my own set of rules! Ezzyyy!!!!

First things first, let's start with some introduction. I am currently a student who is on the verge of passing 10th standard (I have just finished the "BoArDs eXaMs" , awaiting my results now.) So, after my exams are over, I usually take up some new hobbies or just some craft work, so this time I decided to take up blogging as my "official new hobby".

I have had crazy experiences in my life and by crazy I mean getting burnt , losing a gold chain, a road accident, and so much more. I don't want to waste all this content, hence, blogging came as a solution.

Now let's talk about the upcoming blogs. Honestly, I don't know if I'll be regular with it or not and don't know how long I'll continue this (I get bored of stuff really easily).

(PS: dunno if the blogs will be in English only or Hindi or both)

Also, I have thought of a nice way of ending the blog. At the end of each blog I'll attach a design/poster (or whatever you call them) designed by me in accordance to the overall mood/emotion of the post, so more than the reader, I myself enjoy the post and can relieve the moment.

Here's the poster for this blog :)

Soo yeah..I guess that's it for the first blog. Coz I can't think of anything else at the moment.

If anyone's reading it, I hope you enjoyed it although it was just an intro, but as srk says “Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost", this story will continue and I will be back with 'Just Another Story'.

This is me,

Signing off!! <3