How I spent my ‘CBSE Boards Result Day’ – 25th March, 2015

So, first let’s talk about the day before the judgement day.. Yes! On 24th March, the day was to receive all the good luck wishes for my upcoming result…And! What all I was receiving was memes on results..  For example…. “bhagwan bas pass kara dena, Sunny leone ke kabhi sapne m bhi darshan nahi krunga(God, help me clear the exam, I won’t see Sunny Leone in my dreams)” “Bhagwan, maths sambhal lena, Priya ko apni behen ki tarah samjhunga(God, save my maths result, I will see Priya as my sister)”, etc. Well, such memes were meant to be funny but they didn’t amuse me.   I knew it was my result too the very next day. I  think I was somewhat excited but the exitement didn’t reflect on my face. Putting it simple, I wasn’t nervous at all is what I want to say. A little about the result was going in my mind and I was just passing time the regular way – talking with my friends, texting people and enjoying the nature’s beauty around my place.

Since, teachers are very conscious about the board exams result. One of my teacher texted me,” Kamalpreet, tomorrow is your result. You must be having goosebumps by now”And I was like.. Whaaa…? Goooosebummmps? Nah…
Hahah.. and I replied,”No, not at all. Just a regular day with regular feelings”.
She replied,”Really? And I did, “Hahah..yeah!”

Earlier that evening, I had a conversation with my friend Sakshika, a national level athlete, my athletics mate, friend and my junior. So, she asked me for joining the team on the result day and for the one last time before I went back to my old town( I had to leave for gurgaon post result).

Now, since the result day was a little special one; I decided to wake up early in the morning and woke up as early as about 4 or 5 am. I took a bath and continued my daily routine and did the Path(Prayer) of Panj Baani(Five morning prayers in Sikh custom) and headed towards Gurudwara Paonta Sahib. After praying before Guru Granth Sahib Ji, I came out and went to meet my fellow athletes in the gurudwara ground.

But, they weren’t there. I looked around and realised they went for hill running or stairs workout at the river behind and below gurudwara ponta sahib. As I reached the spot, My Athletics Sir sat on an elevated stair and my team assembled in a group. Sakshika looked with a Wow! Kamal! expression and I went to greet my coach. Then I personally met and shook hands with every member of the team – A mix of girls and boys. They finished the workout and we headed towards the ground. We took a few photographs as a memory.

Since, the athletes were students, the school was about to begin and the school bus was waiting for them to board. Everyone boarded the bus and I and Sakshi started clicking selfies. I, along with Sakshika and Kajol(our friend and athletics mate) boarded the bus. Since, they too awaited there X class boards results, their classes were off. The bus dropped us somewhere close to the school from where they used to walk back home.

So, we three were off the bus now. We stood at the spot where we deboarded. And, since it was about 8:15am. I had two options to choose from:

1. Return to my home and check the result.
2. Accompany Kajol to her home which was about 2 km from there and meet my friend Puja, Kajol’s sister, an athlete, my friend and a commerce batchmate awaiting the boards result.

I chose the second and we started walking. Since, I and Sakshika are little photogenic we decided to click some pictures and we clicked a few more or less than 50 snapshots. We dropped Sakshika near her home and continued our journey. We kept talking. We talked about-the school, the result, the athletes, the coach, her parents, the weather and my new watch.

We reached her home and got welcomed by Pooja with two glasses of lemonade. Soon, we had lunch and after that did non-stop gossip. The few main topics were – My latest crush, my crush’s cuteness,  my crush’s attitude.. I mean My crush was the main topic. We dedicated a little time to click photographs and finally decided to see the result at her place together.

She, too, was to see her result and was tensed like wtf.  After every 3 minutes she was authorised to repeat,” Kamal mujhe darr lgra hai(I’m nervous, Kamal!)”. The result was to be announced at about 12 pm. As the time approached, her nervousness reached its peak. I and Kajol kept playing and fooling around talking about her medals, her facebook stalkers and stuff.

Ok. It struck 12. Pooja kept shouting, “Jaldi dekh! Jaldi Dekh! (Be quick) and I deliberately slowed down the process. We checked the result. Yes! We checked the result.

And, the result was ‘YET to be Announced’. What a syringe of stress it was for her. We kept checking the result after every 2-3 minutes and the result ultimately was that my Phone’s (Either the fault is of samsung or android – Battery life sucks) battery got drained and we had no hopes left to see the result as it was the only working internet connection with us at that time. We looked out for a charger in the neighbourhood. We found a local one and it seemed to harass my phone’s life. We discarded and returned it

After some deliberations, I decided to go back home because a phone was an important thing to stay connected with the world at that crucial point of time. We exchanged warm goodbyes and goodlucks and I got a biker to drop me somewhere around my locality. I was a now little excited, nervous, tensed and adrenaline seemed to rush in as the time was up and the result been declared. I ran home – took the shortcuts through the fields and farms. I reached home, and shouted for Laptop and Phone charger.

Windows 8.1 loaded and as soon as the phone was switched on, I could not work on my laptop because the phone rang non-stop. Teachers, friends, everyone wanted me to tell them my result.. and I was CLUELESS… Yeah! I didn’t know my result yet. My business teacher had seen my result and she rang to enquire,“did you see your result?”. I said,”No, Im yet to open the webpage.”. Somehow the line got disconnected. I multi tasked my hands and brain on both phone and laptop and opened the webpage for CBSE Boards Reseults – 2015. I put in my roll number – 2734929!!. No I did not close my eyes, Lol.

The result was out and it was “Webpage is not availaible”. Wtf was that! At the same time, my friend rang me up to say that one of our classmate got 95 % and it surprised me. Although I didn’t care about that then. I kept reloading the page in vain. I got more calls and texts on the phone.

I rang my dad and.. dafuq.. Due to my carelessness didn’t see that the internet package expired and the phone’s balance was less than a rupee besides the fact that the webpage wasn’t loading and I found myself stuck alone among everyone waiting. I rushed to a nearby shop and got the internet package recharged along with the phone’s balance. More and more questions now awaited me.

Result?
Kya Bana?
Passed?
Topped iss baar?
Result kya kara?
Top school me kiya ya commerce me
?

My mind said,“Shut the fuck up! I hadn’t seen the result then. I texted everyone back that the webpage wasn’t loading and gave my roll no. to them for checking out my result. They abused me first and then disclosed that I got a 95+. I thanked god and felt content. And soon, ‘congratualtions’ was the word I could see on facebook, whatsapp and “partyyyy ab toh” was the word I could hear.

My dad was in gurudwara. I informed him and he thanked god too. I shouted it to my mom who were busy talking with her friend in the neighbourhoood. She said, “Ok!” and continued talking with her. Haha..
I rang up Pooja and told her the result – mine as well as her’s.

Then, it was the time that my sister had to come back from school. I went to the bus stop and got her home. A few friends and teachers congratulated me on the way too. Even the shopkeeper did. We went home.. and after replying to immediate congratulations texts, I went for the sweets shop and distributed Barfi in my locality.. The common words heared – “Aao beta, congrats, kya baat hai, Ninety Five percccent!, naam roshan kardia hamari colony ka.”And I couldn’t finish the job until 10 pm. And later I was busy till 2 am replying to the old questions and receiving congrats..

The next day saw us, or few of us; partying, enjoying, distributing sweets in the school, clicking pictures with teachers, friends and roaming about the world..!

The result day was an exciting experience and this post will help me recollect the excitement.

My School’s farewell speech as on 20th January 2015 – The Uncut version

Hello Guys.. So, the following excerpt is from my Microsoft Word document which got somewhat ignored and editted on the note that we were authorised to deliver only a two minute speech on the farewell day.. There were to be total five speakers(one from each section of XIIth standard)..  The list of speakers was this:

  • Amrindar Singh(Azad House): XII-A
  • Prafful Painuly(Azad House): XII-B
  • Dhairya Thakur(Azad House): XII-C
  • Kamalpreet Singh(Pratap House): XII-D
  • Navneet Chaudhary(Ranjeet House): XII-E

This was how I had planned to deliver:

It’s said that memories are like footprints in the sand which get washed away with the passage of time. But, I’m sure that the memories spent in this school will never be washed away.

Good morning everyone.
Respected Sir Principal, Honorable teachers and all my dear friends.

Today, I Kamalpreet Singh, as I stand here and speak, recollect the day the I joined this prestigious school two years ago in 11th standard. I came from a school in Gurgaon with a completely different background to this institution. Earlier of course, it was hard for me to adjust to this change. The beginning of this journey was not very pleasant. I felt as if loads of HomeWork was given in this school and some rules like you cannot go to the washroom in the 3rd period made me cranky.

And then, it was Amarjit Sir(my class teacher) who besides giving me good knowledge of economics imparted various values to all of us. He made me understand that everywhere the situation is different and wise is the one who can adapt to the demands of the situation.

I was promoted to 12th standard and very soon the selections for the captains and vice-captains was there. I was honored as the vice captain of pratap house with a shiny yellow batch(so shiny that one couldn’t read what’s written on it from a distance). I was given lots of responsibilities and I know that I could not perform them all but I’m sure that I did my part with my heart.

My appearance in the major events started with the teachers day function held by Sirmaur Society. It was the first time I had to go for public speaking. I was very nervous and even Vice Principal Ma’am, Respected Mrs. Davindar Sahni, pointed me out that “beta stop biting your nails or you would do it there too“. And ma’am I couldn’t stop it and went on biting my nails throughout the programme.. Hehe… The function ended well and I gained a little confidence after that.

Moving on, I anchored the children’s day celebrations and took part in a Declamation contest. Though I didn’t get a position in it but I learnt the lesson of being positive.
And Finally, I was on the stage in front of thousands of students and a hundred of staff members to deliver a speech and recite a poem(on female fetecide) in the morning assembly. After I finished it, I felt a sense of accomplishment that I remained confident throughout. I am grateful to this institution for building a complete foundation of confidence in me.

This was a nutshell of my journey in this school.

And I also take this opportunity to thank all my teachers, every single one of them who has played an important role in bringing me where I am today. Always ready to help, academics or otherwise, you are an integral part of me and I thank you for being there when I needed you.
Especially, Nasiba Ma’am who was very understanding, helpful and supported me throughout my journey in this institution and Gurnam Sir who besides making me the captain of our school’s basketball team and an amateur athlete gave me some great values off the field.

The school has taught me so many skills and values that its not possible to list them down in one small speech. It has been an enriching and memorable journey of two lovely years and leading Pratap house to be the best house of the year(2014-15).

I will miss each and every element of this school but at the same time, cherish the memories of my time spent here. I realize that today I depart with mixed emotions. Joyous, that I am prepared to deal with life’s challenges yet disappointed that I have to leave this school in order to move on in life.

Now, At last, all I have to give you all is a hearty thanks and a tearful goodbye….. 🙂

Power of Language: The wise Sage

Language does have the power to change reality. Therefore, treat your words as the mighty instruments they are – to heal, to bring into being, to nurture, to cherish, to bless, to forgive.” – Daphne Rose Kingma

Once upon a time there was a sage who wandered the countryside. One day, as he passed near a village, he was approached by a woman who told him about a sick child nearby. She ask for his help. 

So the sage came to the village, and a crowd gathered around him, as such a man was a rare sight. One woman brought the sick child to him, and he said a prayer for the child.

A man yelled from the crowed,”Do you really think your prayer will help her, when medicine has failed?” 

The sage said,”You know nothing of such things! You are a stupid fool!”

The man became very angry with these words and his face grew hot and red. He was about to strike out, when the sage walked over to him and said: “If one word has such power as to make you so angry and hot, may not another have the power to heal?” 

And thus, the sage healed two people that day.

How my love story ended!

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So, I was thinking about my love story… That ended before these few lines…

© Kamalpreet Singh, 16th December, 2013

 

Love was here

Love was there

So much care

But did not dare

To say words mere

Someone else had the chance

To do the real romance

I was just wondering buds

Why couldn’t I say those words?

Cheers……………  😀 Hope you liked it 😉

Time is priceless: A short story

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Once upon a time…

A man was a very successful and had gathered a lot of wealth. Everybody respected him and he was a source of inspiration.

When he was taking his last breathes, all the members of the family were around him.

One of the family members said,” Please give us some valuable lesson from your life“.

The dying man said, “I’ll give you a lesson but for that I require some more time. I am running out of time, so please take all my wealth and buy some extra time for me.”

The person replied,”It is not possible to buy time even if we use all the resources of this world.”

The man said,”So, understand the value of time which cannot be bought at any value.”

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My friends, the clock is running. Every second is precious because you cannot have even an extra second if you want. A second passed cannot be restored! Try to make as much out of the time that’s still left. Time is free of cost but it’s limited and cannot be accumulated. Hence, time is priceless.

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A mysterious night: An unpleasant encounter

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I just woke up and want to post this stupid story now otherwise I will forget it. I will try to keep it as short as I can and try not to mess it up with my on-the-way feelings. I know you will remark it as a bad story, but chill I’m not a story writer and I accept it.

It was in the middle of a mysterious night, when I was disturbed. The chilled airs were through the house. I lay awake in my bed thinking of what would I post tomorrow on my blog. Soon, my eyes started to swell and I thought about going off.

My cell phone started vibrating. It was a text. It read “I am standing still outside your house, waiting for you to…, it’s urgent; we have to make it out.” I hurried over to my window and saw a shadow near the gate. I threw some water on my frowning face and ran as fast as my adidas sandals could carry me down the stairs and outside into my front yard. Yes, he was there, Black, as I called him. I had no idea what had happened.

He seemed to be in a hurry, “Kamal, quick! We have to follow Mr. 47”. I was boosted, kicked the gate and ran out with him. Oh, Kamal is none other than your servant, the writer of this saga. We were now running, but where were we heading to?

Black said while we were running, “Kamal, 47 is expected to be arriving to Nahan in an hour. We have to reach Nahan before him. “What for and who is this 47?” I said. “Did you forget our new mission? You know Sir. John had briefed us about it this morning?” he sounded unpleasant. Suddenly, I remembered that I was an agent, a spy! How could I forget it!

We reached Nahan. We hid behind trees around the streets. It was more freezing outside. The biting cold superseded the mission heat. He started, “Alright, Kamal. We are here much before I had expected, your speed seems to be increased.” “That is what I thought about you” I replied.

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A man seemed to be coming from the west. I don’t know why I was feeling insecure. I asked,” Are we prepared if he has backup? Do you have a pistol?” “We are here to track him not to show our shooting skills”, he made a sharp remark.

The man was coming closer and closer. We moved farther and farther around the buildings. He stood still, watching around. I didn’t knew what was about to happen. I didn’t know why we were there. A car came from the east, fast and furious. Two men came out of the car, opened the front door. A big man was out; he had some sort of massive electric torch in his hand which he switched on.

(Beams of light spread all around)

(The light was on us now and we were seen)

“RUN” “RUN” “RUN”

In no time we were seen running from there. Where were we heading to? Towards My house? Yes! Or NO! “We are trapped”, said Black and another gang showed up from the front.  I shouted, “Idiot agent, why didn’t you bring the gun. I would have drilled these men.” They surrounded us and started limiting us in that small area. I knew Christ was watching us fail and waiting for us.

Black said, “Jump” and then disappeared. Where did he go? I looked down! Yes! We were on a bridge above the river. They ran for me and I managed to jump.

Nooooooooo! A crackling sound was heard. It was the sound of gunfire. I was shot in air. The bullet went through my head. I Jumped out of my bed and … started writing this post. What a fail climax!

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Cheers 😉

Life is not an “Instant coffee”

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This was the title of a comprehension passage in my English exam.

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A piano teacher described an interesting encounter she had with a young lady who came to inquire about music lessons. The young lady asked her, “How long will this course take? My father told me that it is in fashion now to be able to play musical instruments and that I should learn one quickly. I want something that will be quick, fast and easy” When the amused teacher explained that it would take a lifetime of meticulous practice to learn music, her face fell and, needless to say, she never came back.

The single most important factor that distinguishes those of us who succeed in any venture and those of us who don’t is this ‘instant coffee’ attitude. Most of us want results quickly. We want to reach the top immediately and get worked up when things go wrong. Perseverance and patience are forgotten words. We get upset, frustrated and angry when a skill or activity requires us to put in a lot of effort and time. We get dejected and want to give it up. Things should be easy. Why should things take long? It is unfair!

Life is too short and there is not enough time to do all the things we want to. We tend to compare with others and get upset when they seem to be doing well; dismissing their achievement as pure luck, or think that they have support, help, approach, and that God is being too kind to them and not to us. And so we give up. But such thinking serves no good. For, it doesn’t solve the problem. Life is tough for those with the ‘instant coffee’ attitude.

Success and happiness come to those who have a ‘bread-making’ attitude. Those who are willing to knead the dough, wait for hours for it to rise, only to punch it down and knead some more, wait for another couple of hours for it to rise again, then bake it before it is ready to be eaten. Nothing is instantaneous. For every Endeavor – whether in the area of career, academic, music sports, relationships, physical fitness, or even in spirituality – it is a long arduous journey.

Only if we are willing to put in the time, painstaking effort and have faith can we get results. If we don’t accept this difficult – but – true fact of life, our lives will be far from being happy and fulfilling. For we may not make that extra effort which can change the course of life dramatically, for the good.

I often come across clients who have changed therapists – and do that even after they have spoken with me – because they are on the lookout for a therapist who will instantly give them relief from their problems. One who will ensure that by the time they reach home from the therapist’s office, they will have wonderfully, fulfilling relationships with their families! No wonder, most of us get bitter and disillusioned with life and ourselves and look for escape routes which seem to promise quick result.

The major problems with these ‘instant coffee’ solutions are that they are invariably short-lived. If we stubbornly refuse to give up this search for quick solutions, all we do is end up on the working track. We never gain anything lasting form them. However, if we just pause to analyse what we are doing, we will realize how much time we are wasting searching for such magical solutions which simply do not exist. We actually save time when we stop this futile search and accept the proven methods of trading the straight and narrow, however difficult it may seem initially.

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