Life resumes after some toil!

First let me start by apologising. I know I havn’t posted anything since long, its almost an year I think. But there was a reason – The great Indian students stress. Haha.. Well Yeah..I’m talking about the CBSE Board examinations which I have finally gone through.
And to be honest I’m little happy with the examination’s conduct.  Anyway they are over and I can feel logs of stress floating away…

A few(maybe genuine too)  questions I find appropriate to raise at this moment are..

Is such one-month prolonged evaluation by few 3 hours written examinations by any means is a test of intelligence, calibre, knowledge and talent of an 18 or almost 18 years person?

Are such examinations of any use when cramming up few books imply the top ranks and thus the talent(The so called intelligence and talent)?

Is evaluation necessarily to be done through long written examinations?
Are there no better practical alternatives?

*Sigh* Well.. that being asked. . Btw one good thing Im gonna enjoy post examinations is this two months break and by no means I would be marveling about the result of this exam…anyway let me tell you when it’ll come though.. – in the last days of may!

Remember what Albert Einstein has said

A single sheet of paper can’t decide my future

I would make it many sheets of paper too can’t decide my future 😉


Childhood: Memories

Happy little girl painting with hands in kindergarten

Still remember the time we were small

When we used to play with bat and ball

We did not care; For what we wear

Kept wandering here and there

Used to do such funny things

Fly like birds as if we had wings

Just lied down and started to cry

It was easy without feeling shy

Danced anytime without any tension

During serious times to get all attention

Made funny faces and idiotic expressions

Never entertained anybody’s lessons

Life was simple life was fantastic

Things were simple and nothing sarcastic

Innocent we were; had no worries

Sweet was childhood; and now its memories

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.

Classroom feelings after a long break :D

Okay.. So, I got promoted to grade 12th with a satisfactory result…and after a long break of about a month I attended the school…On the very second day of the school fell my birthday.. and it being my birthday my mind was not ready to accept the long lectures :/ So, this is what I was able to write in Physical education class 😀 .. I Don’t know .. But it’s not really good(It’s harder to write something in P.E class).. Just a simple.. meaningless poem 🙂


*It’s not me in the picture 🙂


I was there sitting, Views were splitting,

Mind was diverting and I felt like quitting

The teacher was to teach,

And as usual I wasn’t to pay any heed.


The students started working,

And I too was working – Writing something different,

A voice came “Not so brilliant”,

He remarked – who had his work done of Physical Education

Which I never studied on any occasion


I just wanted to pass the time,

So, I came up with this rhyme.

I wanted to write more, But

The man in brown hit the bell’s core.


The bell rang, the students sang

The instructor was out of the class, and

We prepared for the next lecture to pass.


Hope you didn’t like it 😉

You my Boy!



© Kamalpreet Singh, March 31st 2014


You! Be my son so strong,

Don’t engage in anything wrong,

Work right and work hard,

Immorality you must discard,

When you see something not just,

Don’t just watch but fight with thrust.

Long lived aren’t those which have long age,

They’re those who use sword as a sage.