Time Of My Life!

High school days were the epitiome of awesome-ness!
Here is an article I had written for my school magazine, in my final year.!

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This is it,the last and final year in the place I called home, the place I laughed, I cried, pursued my talents and learnt the deeper value of life, a place named school. Writing this suddenly makes me feel so different. No more homework, hasty ponytails or high socks! But some aspects that I am going to miss the most are eating in class while the teacher is teaching, playing basketball with my friends (even if we aren't pros!), going for numerous competitions and trying to bunk classes (pros at this certainly..all of us!) There were times when I was a little girl and I dreamt of passing out of school, but now I've reached that stage that the thought of leaving school makes me feel so "deliciously lovely and sad" (as George Bernard Shaw would say).

Going down the memory lane, my first day of school was super horrifying! A shy looking girl with an enormous bag would describe me perfectly. Gradually as time passes I became more and more attached to the school, the teachers and my lovely set of friends(includes all of you!). The time we enjoyed practicing for our annual day(crazy days!), basketball and throw ball matches(incentives to bunk the 1st half of classes everyday), inter-house competitions, or just simply the days we fought, cried, cracked silly jokes, are all etched in my memory. Each day in school was a learning experience and as i leave school I hope that the footprints I leave (the good ones!) would be appreciated by my juniors.

Class 10 has been one of the most hectic years,so far! (guess every1 agrees!) It has been like an emotional roller coaster. Studies, studies and the fear of Board exams haunting was terrifying "indeed"!(another memory associated with the usage of that word!) But the fact that I'm never going to see those early morning "smiling faces" hurts even more. All the time I've had in T.P.S. can be summarized in George Jean Natham's words-
"The sweetest memory is that which involves something which one should not have done; and the bitterest, that which involves something one should not have done and which one did not do! (confusing but true!) "

I take this opportunity to thank all my crazy friends and teachers who have supported me and helped me become a better person(formal..but heartfelt). And now as we all step out into the world and go our separate ways and make our lives, I'd love to personally give all of you a chance to say "Yes, I knew Shagun Ohri could do it."
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Life without those special friends and those precious memories is like an a dried up tree! It's existence and presence is felt, but it's got no substance!

The Beauty Of Innocence!

It's ironic how happy-go-lucky days can be turned around to being one of the worst of your life. This is something I had written one very reflective night.

She sat in the dark,weeping silently,

Except the moonbeam shining through the window brightly,

Lies, not worth the tears, left unexplained,

And incomprehensible pleasure in pain!

The pressure mounted, the cuts deepened,

A forgiveness was all that would erase her pain.

A genuine apology.

The innocence of words.

Were taken for granted, leaving her hurt.

A desire to be strong, a desire to be brave,

The want to put wrong to right, and not be naive,

She took charge of her feelings and emotions,

Put the pieces together, and ended the commotion!

The result of hard work seemed to be sweet,

The fruits of courage are never bleak.

Rising and falling, like the stormy waves,

A boat about to topple, had finally sailed!

Well, I guess this is indeed the beauty of innocence. Being stuck somewhere in the middle, somewhere between knowing what's right and being driven by your emotions.

Well, and that's how this teen feels!