Mercedes' Mind Mirror

The past one week had been a blur.Assignments,competitions,Eid,Omar's Birthday,Antonio,tempers and the rain.One hell of a week!-both in good way and a bad way. Pappy had flown home for Eid holidays,looking foward to home-made food, "visiting his lands" "(do i make him sound like a king?:P)and some homey noise and rackets.This time he did not come alone.Omar's Brazilian friend from Oman, Antonio too had come along.Since it was a working week here in India we couldn't take him around as much we would've liked.Antonio however seemed more than happy to be playing with Omar again. Omar's thirteenth birthday coincided with Eid this time.So on 27th,after the little Eid party we had with just our closest friends Omar cut his cake.Later some more guests arrived.I got moody for i don't know what.I seem to always have it when Muthu,my sister, leaves for college.And she was leaving the next day. The followong day had more in store.Saturday afternoon i r

Today was the day of days.Terrible.At least till half day.I had bunked school yesterday in the pretext of fatigue and joints pain.Besides there was no water and electricity, so the morning things wouldn't be as easy as usual.I don't fancy going to school or rather anywhere wearing a crumpled shirt and yesterday's socks.Today morning I had nothing solid to complain about which is very irritating.I threw huge tantrums yelling unkind things about my new school and the people there.Our daily help 'Ammumma' as we call her affectionately,which means grandmother which indeed she is one,chuckled from the kitchen.She muttered something about 'just like when she was three' and went about the morning bustle.I stomped around the house like an angry bull snorting and raging madly.Then it slowly came down and I realised I just looked stupid screaming my head off.I knew Mummy,Ummar and Ammumma were secretly sniggering away at my irritability early at seven.           

Appreciation is indeed candy for the ears.I was working on the Teacher's day programme last week and while surfing online for some quotes i came across one that struck me. " The deepest principle in human nature is the craving to be appreciated," an observant James Willliams had said.I for one never felt apreciated at the right time for the right thing.I have felt slighlty put out on such occasions and though I have not voiced that feeling openly anywhere I always thought it most unfair. A few weeks before my auntie Alice had called.She wanted to talk to my mother but she wasn't home at the moment.She then asked how i found my new school,friends and studies.I think I gave her the general idea when i said i wasn't doing that well and had found just a handful of trustworthy friends and that teachers had their own pets.Auntie Alice always had lots of kind words and advice for anyone in distress.She has told me a a little story.There was a boy who failed a

It is the holy month of Ramadan.I heard the rest of the family at the table taking their early breakfast to keep them strong till dusk.I did not get up.I had proclaimed yesterday that i wasn't going to fast today because i was down with a flu(hopefully it's not the swine flu.hehe..or even if it is it may help to develop an immunity toward such horrible diseases).I rolled over and fell asleep.The next thing i knew was my mom yelling,"She's taken the car and gone!" "WHAT?!" I sat upright.'She' was my elder sister. "I have sent Omar after her.I'm dialling Gogo ..," Mummy said pushing the buttons quickly.Okay then it wasn't that big a catastrophe then.I hoped nobody else had the same idea as my sister,going out for a ride in their already-once-crashed-brand-new car ,at the crack of dawn.I imagined her stuck at the top of the sloping terrain,at the end of the lane wondering how to manoeuvre the vehicle next.I did not want to spend m

If you're joining in kindergarten things are so easy to get along with.You're your silly, small, innocent,forgetful, cute self.So nobody has a problem with it because everybody is more or less the same at that age.A little fight over some silly thing is forgotten before the day ends.That way it's so convenient to get along with the other kids.Its pretty fine till you've reached teenage.It's funny how things go so horribly weird around this time.I don't know about other teens but I get really conscious when among an unfamiliar crowd.So far, going to a new school has been most terrifying for me.I gathered the following over the past 3 months about things you can,can't,should and shouldn't and won't be able to do when you're new(if you are a girl): 1. You just won't be fully satisfied with how things run in this new place.I kept comparing my old school to this new one and realised i had been living in heaven that just looked like hell. 2.Don

I'M BORED!!!!!I have done everything( figuratively ):watched TV,listened to a CD twice...ate..checked facebook..orkut..roamed around the house for no particular reason...called mom..went next door..There aren't enough things to do to beat boredom..I am having exams right now..Like always i seem to have a lot of time for everything during exams,not that i have done with revision..I'm too relaxed about it...I don't know why.I'm not the brightest or fastest in class. In fact I'm really slow(in both ways).A simple math problem would have my brains smoking over it for hours.And when someone shows me how to do it I feel stupid and angry at myself.I confess,there are times when everyone seems to have understood something new and i haven't I am on the verge of tears.I get really angry with myself when I don't understand things as easily as others do.Why don't i ever see the straightest and easiest way to things?!? I came across this phrase "how glorio

"Hey Michael Jackson's dead!I heard so on the radio"NO!! I couldn't believe my half deaf ears!!I took a moment to shake it off ,to convince myself that it couldn't have happened.I was waiting for my friend to say "just kidding".But she didn't and her face looked serious but unperturbed.As if!!Michael Jackson is a Universal Icon. C'mon !!Icons don't just die one fine morning.They are supposed to get really really old and pop in an out of news ocassionally ,fall really sick later and then maybe die,not abruptly as though God just accidentally stepped over a wire and unplugged Michael from the world and went 'oops!it was meant for later'. There was an argument on whether he was really dead or not or if it was some kinda publicity stunt or some really imaginative kid's idea of a joke.I took the ' he can't be dead just like that' side.The rest of the day was spent yakking about Michael Jackson.I just did not want to believ

Ten years flew by and I didn't even know it..though now I know I miss it..I miss Oman(people have a better idea if I say 'Muscat'). Oman is a beautiful little Arab country on the shores of the Arabian Sea and The Gulf of Oman. When I say beautiful I mean beautiful. It's unlike any of the other Middle East countries who like to spend millions on mile-long skyscrapers and malls and arcades and later worry about debts. It is a country where everything is done in moderation except maybe the landscaping.Oh yeah..in no other gulf country will you find more money spent on keeping the city squeaky tweaky clean.Oh god I miss those shiny smooth highways and twinkling streets.. I miss Al Khode the nearest town to where I lived;the little rows of kiosks and tea shops where the Omani folk like to spend their evenings,the parks and beaches...oooh the beach...where they sell 'shawarma' and barbecued meat..I miss the 'souk'(arabic for marketplace) of Muttrah where you c