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Thanks little brother

Being a student in a foreign university, anyone would expect me to miss my family the most. True, but there is a whole lot more behind missing the whole family. For me it's just not "my family" that's the missing element in my life at this point but an essential ingredient that makes my family whole....my kid brother. By the time I get back -even as I speak - he wouldn't be a kid anymore , but still in my mind's eye , he'll always be the notorious but cute kid I knew. 

My brother wasn't just a normal kid on the block, he was different. His difference was seen as a handicap to the rest of the world, but to a person who saw deeper than what reached the eye, it would emerge as a splash of bright colour in the bleakness of this world. He was a source of joy and inspiration to all around him. He made people smile in spite of themselves with his childish pranks. I displayed anger at his antics at that time -times when he cut the phone line when I was deep in conversation with a friend, or the times he watched TV with the volume turned on to maximum point when I was trying to concentrate on studying. Looking back it suddenly strikes me now. All those 'ordeals' taught me something - the long forgotten quality of patience. For if I had been impatient with him at that time, he would have just gotten worse! But then there are the things he taught me without realizing it. For instance being thankful for all the little things in life: the ability to speak, write and walk without even thinking about it. 

To him these simple day-to-day tasks required a huge effort on his part. He taught me to take everyday troubles in their stride and look on the bright side of everything.( "If we don't go out today, we can at least watch cartoons on TV!") He taught me to take one day at a time, and enjoy it to its fullest. For a typical modern teenager of these times it is probably very hard to get these thoughts into their everyday thinking, it comes with maturity. Thanks to my brother I realized these facts earlier on in my life. And I continue to cross each bridge as it comes. Thanks little brother. I miss you. 

Cinderella. 

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Enjoy your school days

Towards the last days of school, the number of empty chairs out ranked the number of seats that were occupied. It was then that we began to realize how much we would be missing, our dearly beloved friends and all those joyful hours we spent together. Up until then never did we value the true meaning of autographs. The school bags of each one of us were extremely heavy due to the fact that they contained approximately two or three management diaries more commonly referred to as auto-diary. (A cross between autograph and diary.) The normal size autographs were never adequate for our notes. Each person had almost covered about three or more pages of the diary so much so that some of us had to look out for other avenues of hanging on to our memories. Sleeping, chatting or completing our homework took second place, as scribbling a few words in these diaries became important in the name of friendship. 

Now as two months have gone by, all that is tangible are the pages, which remind us of those happy times. The last days of the term where we had parties, the small scale festivals we had, the roles we played, the times the teachers caught us sleeping or the numerous times we cheated and got caught, the times we teased our friends, the fights we had and all the jokes we played on each other, passing pencil cases, bags, around the class etc, are all written down word by word. 

The writings always ended like this: soon we will be stepping down our seperate paths aiming to discover our individual successes of life. In the course of this process, if our paths do intersect, please look out for me and smile,(or) at some point in your life when a few little ones cling on to you and if it so happens that we meet on the road, shout at me as you have always done so many times and give me a big wide smile. Who knows maybe we'll catch up on old times and have a good laugh over what we did as young ones. To all those who think school life is a drag; get rid of that thought quickly before it's too late, for you are missing out on one hell of a joyous time. Always remember it's a once in a life time opportunity and please do try to take the maximum advantage of it. 

Remember school life is the best time of your life. Never ever will you get another chance to enjoy so much without any responsibilities raining down on your head! Also remember you will never get the chance of wearing your school uniform and be the same person you were as at that point of your life. So enjoy without complaining, because all that matters in the end are those sweet memories we have stored in our minds. 

Nams .M 

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I don't know how to dream

Teen blues 

Mir 

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