THE INDIAN TEEN DRAMA

THE BIG BAD WORLD

2009-04-24T23:15:00.000-07:00

ok so enough of my rants! ill go n with my seriously peevey life....
DAY ONE

ok so i was like this is it.
you are out of your shell
this is freedom
and i will experience it to the core
who was i kidding??
i was at the airport.....we were there 4 hours before time as my dad has a tendency to get nervous before seemingly international travels only if it was to india. i was travelling alone FOR THE FIRST TIME!! i was on a high.....like pretty much gung-ho about going off ALONE on a plane and all......money at hand.....buy something good to read ...i was planning my schedule for the duration of my journey whereas dad was freaking out and mom was teary-eyed and my kid sibs excited. i have younger sister in grade sixth ...ill call her sophi and my kid bro in grade fourth...ill name him labs.
but basically i was worrying about my dad putting me under AUTHORISATION you know the stuff they do to ensure safe travelling for kids......i was 15 and i was gonna travel with the airline escort. oh my god!! this was THE most embarassing thing ever....i mean which 15 yr old teen travels under a minor tag in planes.......i tried to hide my face .......my dad was convinced i would be kidnapped off a plane or bin laden's cronies would chose to have me terrorised.....gosh!!!
so they called departures......i gave big hugs to mom,sophi and labs and a rather subdued bye to dad who looked on the break of a nervousr breakdown....he broke my heart.....i held on and was led away by the authorisation guy who looked old enough to have a go at me <>
he made me "sit" down and all and i personally feel he had a sadistic pleasure seeing me being tortured.....but i was all big smiles.....and eventually took off
and that was when it happened..........15 years of staying wid my parents and my sibs bore down on me on an avalanche of emotions and i could not hold on longer.......i (however embarassing it may be) BROKE DOWN!!!
i hid my face towards the window and cried for all i was worth . something deep in me realised that this was it!! i was away from home and would probably not be back for more than a month....my shell was broken and i was all alone in the BIG BAD WORLD ............

2009-04-24T22:49:00.001-07:00

this blog will basicall chronicle my every move since from 2 years back because my life changed exactly on april 28th , 2007.

i am an indian but spent 10 years of my life abroad....that is in the gulf. my dad worked there and my entire high schooling is from the indian embassy school there......life was a piece of cake topped with all the fruities that it could offer. life was pretty cool what with my mom and dad and my 2 younger siblings. me, the daddy's girl .....it was a amazing ten years! but there it at all ends......seemingly gulf schooling after grade tenth isnt all that great and since i had ambitions that touched the skyi had to return to my homeland,my birthplace....INDIA

let me talk a bit about dad.
he is the most amazing guy in th world and iam blessed to have him.
he studied under dire circumstances and made it to the creamy layer from a small little village somewhere in southern india....u wouldnt probably find that place on an indian map too. he had high ambitions and made most of what he could do under a finacial crunch
and now he nurtures the same from me
oh yes....i have a great dad but i also have a dad with skyhigh ambitions which i can never hope to fulfill. i mean puh-leese he expects me to get into AIIMS or be a bit of IIT material. right rom grade five it has been drilled into my mind that these iit-ians an aiims people ARE the elite and evrybody else dirt.......nice isnt it??
and me??
hw could i ever disagree with him......promises and lies and still more promises which kept him satiated and making him all the more expectant of me...
you get the routine right??

a shaky start.....

2009-04-24T06:29:00.000-07:00

so this is hell.
iam 17
iam frustrated
and my life's going nowhere
catchy huh??
a blog is just wat i need.....the power to remain anonymous but to share wat u go through , chronicling evry move.........
this is soo wat i need....long time i got started......
i feel that my life is as much as a pot-pourri as an average meg cabot novel doing the girl rounds
and thati do think it is quite entertaining....