Ant problem.

I walked into the kitchen, to find dozens of ants crawling over a tiny piece of Bournvita on the counter. "Ugh" I thought. "Irritating little pests". I dampened a kitchen sponge, and wiped the ants away. Then, the thought struck me, since i feel that humans couldn't have been the only ones to evolve, that ants must really have a life of their own. They probably have their own houses, work places and restaurants too! I suddenly thought, what seemed like pest control to me, would actually be NATURAL DISASTERS for ants. The world would be like a battlefield for a couple of ants wouldn't it? Just imagine if a giant kitchen sponge came and wiped you and your friends off the face of the earth? That's what I felt when I wiped away those ants. What there was a "camera ant" who was shooting scenes of the disaster, and showing it on the ant' TV network. I can imagine the headline; "Disaster strikes again. 1,06,078 ants wiped away due to kitchen sponge". I can imagine ants filing thousands and thousands of cases against humans, demanding justice for the grief we have caused them. I am going to try and stop myself from killing ants and other harmless fellows from now on, and i hope you do too.

"Because after all, a person's a person, no matter how small!"--Dr.Seuss

India! India!

We were all watching, our eyes glued to the T.V. and we were waiting. The opponents inning had just started. They were playing quite well, and had to score 261 runs from 300 balls. We felt that whenever one of us got up and walked away, something good would happen. A wicket for the opponent, or a four, or six for us. It was all very exciting. It felt like the final! We were watching....

BOOM! He whacks the ball and it goes far. The Indian fielder watches. It's coming towards him....it's coming...YESSS!!!! He's CAUGHT IT! We all cheer and scream and yell. Finally, he's out.....

The batsman is batting. He hits the ball, and it flies. Harbhajan Singh gets ready. He catches it, then waves his arms in sheer delight, yelling at the top of his voice.....

Last 10 balls......31 to win...."I think it's possible"....."yeah, if it is, that would be a miracle".......

Last 5 balls.....31 to win.....last TWO balls....it's clear that we have won, but we hold back our yells......He hits it.....HARD... it soars....higher and higher...it stops....and heads down.....Kohli catches......and runs....with a look of pure pride, and I look down and shout......YES!!!!! WE HAVE WON!!!

The future visit

"I built a time machine for my science project Mrs. Kapoor" I said. Mrs. Kapoor came up to my desk and picked up my time machine, which was a small gadget, the size of a cell phone. She looked at it and said, "Good job Karthik, this looks good but have you tested it?" "Well, no, I said. but I will now." With that, I turned the dial for two years ahead, rather nervously, because I didn't want to find myself floating about in empty space, which was probably the aftermath of the horrors of "2012." 'Oh shut up!' I thought, 'how the hell is that possible?' Then, I pressed the button, and I blacked out. Two seconds later I found myself automatically walking into the 8th class, and soon recognized myself, and also realized that my invention, was a success.

Mrs. Kapoor, who now appeared to be taking Geography for Class 8, looked at me with not the slightest bit of curiosity on her face and told me "Oh, you're here from the past aren't you Karthik?" Yeah...."I said. "OK, well, sit down" she added. I sat down next to the older me who waved at me and said Hi, and also wasn't the least bit surprised by me. " I still have the gadget," he said, and added with a toothy grin " I use it to cheat on my tests...." 'Ha!' I thought, "So typical me!' " A new continent has been found today class" said Mrs. Kapoor to the class. "What?!" I shrieked. "Yes" she said, and added "That's not common for you Karthik. Anyway, It's called "RED LAND" and is to the west of the United States of America. You can check it on your atlas; I'm sure that they would have been updated."' Digital books' I thought, 'COOL!' The older me slammed at his table, and a keyboard and screen came up in front of him. He typed the word "atlas" and pressed "ENTER". the atlas appeared, projected out in front of us by the screen. I found Red land, and read up about it as well. Just then, the bell rang, and "me" as I called the older myself, packed his bag, and with a polite "Thank you teacher" ran swiftly out the door.

I ran behind Me, and suddenly stopped behind him. We had reached the road....or what looked like a road. It was all trees, but they were all level at the top, and had rectangular depressions cut into them. There were people standing on thin transparent slides, and were travelling on the depressions in the trees. 'public transport' I thought. " You want to go by auto, or the plankway?" asked Me, with a smile. "Let's go by auto" I said, looking at someone falling on the plankway plank, and the plank shaking back and forth and back and forth. We found an auto, and we got in and drove off. My home was the same, but instead of staircases, we had mini-plankways, which I reluctantly got onto and went inside. Mom and Pa weren't surprised to see me either; they must have constantly been seeing me transporting from one place to another! " Welcome to the present!" said Pa and Mom together. "Present?" I asked. "I thought this was the future!" It may be the future for, a person from the past, but someone who exists here and always has existed here will call it the present, because every second coming up is the future, and when you live the second, it is automatically the present! Do you understand?" asked Pa. "Uhuh" I said. Suddenly, I started to fade, and then reappeared in my classroom at the present and I said, "Wow, you people have got to try this." I put the gadget to projection mode, and then pressed the button, and my class and I, along with Mrs. Kapoor, went off to the future.....I mean, the present.

Losing my music book and the events that followed

It felt like just a regular day, to wake up early, get ready for school, leave and then come back. After that, going to music class for my everyday Hindustani music practice. Just another day when my teacher told me to come a little late, for a music competition. That surprised me a little, because I go to a school which has no competition in it. This seemed exciting though, and I quickly prepared what to sing, and practiced the whole thing once. I left, with my music books swinging from side to side in my bag. I wasn't nervous. It felt like just another one of those pleasant days, when I'd go and sit down with all my friends, and sing together. I went to my room, and revised all my prepared raagas, and put my bag, upon a shelf, with my music classmate. The judges arrived, and my friend sang her raagas confidently and answered all the judge's questions quickly. She left when it was my turn, and she climbed onto the bench to retrieve her music bag very happily.

I finished my singing, and told my sister to get my bag for me. Soon, my sister returned home as well, but she didn't have my book. I got a little worried, but she told me that it would be there the following day. It wasn't. My teacher checked all over the school, with no luck. I felt terrible. I felt as though a monster had come and bitten off a part of me. My teacher told me to come over the following day in the morning, and ask the children of the class we sang in, whether one of them had taken my bag. My sister volunteered to go, because I had to go for school. She did. The day seemed to rush past. I came home from school, and my mother opened the door. "Was it there?" I asked. "Did she find my bag?" My mother smiled, and opened the door completely. Sitting on the sofa, was none other than, my music bag, not one book missing from it.

HOOPPYA

We went to HOOPPYA and came back! It was a once in a lifetime experience! We were doing some or the other activity ALWAYS. When we came back, we wanted to go back. We just can't get used to not drinking tea, not bathing and not using torches! We are all abslutely HEARTBROKEN!! WE LOVE YOU HOOOOOOPPYA!!

one of my poems...

MOTHER TREE

There you are mother tree,

providing us with everything--Us three.

Land, air and the blue sky,

but now you are saying goodbye.

As so many people are cutting you down,

and we also get polluted, wearing angry frowns.

Soon, very soon, there will be one tree left,

but still,people will theft.

All the leaves and wood you have,

and my oh my that will be bad!!

You see how much people are swarming,

just to pollute and increase Global Warming.

Nobody cares, nobody knows,

I bet there's no one who knows how a tree grows!!

So people will continue, 'til you tell 'em to stop!

and what you'll do, you'll make them plant in pots!

You'll make 'em RE-plant new little saplings,

and THEN there shall be, brand new happenings!!