I nailed the quiz

I participated in this quiz conducted by K.T.P of our community. It stands for Kristian Thalai Pawl (in Mizo language) and they are a group of youths working and combining their respective resources for the betterment of the community in the name of Christ.

I have to admit I’m never very enthused to participate in any of the activities of the group although I ‘am’ a member. But then hey, they chose me to represent my group (i.e., Group B, out of 3 groups) and I went along with my designated quiz partner. The topic was GK (general knowledge). I wasn’t quite sure if I was up to it, but then again I did go through some thick books and scores of old newspapers during the past week, so I had a wee bit of confidence burning inside!

The event was last night. Like a shy person I am, I was a nervous wreck on the stage; my hands literally went all out cold! :) Brrr…scary moment it was. The competition went along and yes it was rather entertaining. Come to think of it, I was having fun which is ummmm…weird since I was so nervous at the start. We (my group) won, and I felt so proud to have done my co-members well. Received a lot of hand-shakes too, and ‘that’ was good! :D

PMS

You make me moody when
All I want to be is happy.
You make me depressed about life
And all that my future holds.
You take away every enthusiasm from my being
Every single drop of light.

You get me angry at my man when
All I want is to make him happy.
You make me scream at him while
I should be laughing with him.
You make me loathe his presence when
I should want him by my side always.

You swing my moods from happy
To blood boiling mad in seconds.
You bind my hands so that I can’t
Do anything about your affect on me.
You make me helpless which
Is the one thing I don’t want to be and despise.

You make me gloomy in my house when
I should be shrieking with joy that I could be home.
You make me stubborn and let
Me talk back to my mom.
You get me irritated at the smallest things
And it’s frustrating cause noone understands.

You take over my life my feelings
For I can’t control them while you reign.
You manipulate my emotions while
I wait patiently for you to hand me back the reins.
You then go back to your slumber for a month until
The time you traumatize me yet again.

At the Delhi CWG Opening Ceremony

I've been on the move so I couldn’t update my blog as much as I had wanted to. Sooo….this post is really late but ‘better late than never’ I suppose.



Went to the Commonwealth Games Opening Ceremony with dad and my sister; great experience. Didn’t think our country could really pull it off and frankly I even questioned the act of India proposing to hold the Games in the first place (even crazier that it was granted!).

But then, as the ceremony proceeded, I slowly changed my perspective and ever so slightly became proud of being an Indian (which I never was. Period.) The decorations were beautifully done, diversity craftily presented, beliefs magically communicated. I could tell everyone, not only me, was impressed. I especially looove the big drums, well that might sound kinda kiddish but I do; they’re so huge and make such big ‘gong’ sounds :) And oh…the light shows were absolutely breath-taking! Seriously!



It was fun cheering on Sheila Dikshit (Chief Minister of Delhi), and APJ Abdul Kalam (former President of India), and even more fun booing Suresh Kalmadi :D (unpopular chairman of the Organising Committee for Delhi Commonwealth Games).

Was holding my breath when the Indian contingents came into the stadium since I knew beforehand the Mizo traditional dress (Kawrchei & Puanchei) had been chosen to be worn by the girl who leads the team in. It’s a shame the subsequent Mizo Cheraw dance was not very conspicuous due to the large amount of people in the field at the same time, all dancing to the music.

We walked more than 3kms to the stadium, then back again (same distance). And by the end of the day, my feet were killing me…literally! I’m not exaggerating when I say my feet were swollen by the time we got back to the hotel, plus cramps the next day…whew.

I was interviewed by this reporter; I got really awkward hehe, but I think I got my point through :) Dad clicked this picture.



And now, I’m back to same old boring daily routine; so bland.
I’m searching for books which really interests me, to keep me occupied and enlightened. I’m currently devouring Barack Obama’s ‘Dreams from my Father’. Very very interesting but very very philosophical; slows down my reading pace :p