Thunderous Shock

The day had been one of clear skies and a light breeze. The mundane weather matched my uneventful day. I went to bed that night without a thought in my head. The balcony door was open letting the Bangalore night breeze enter the room through the grills. I pulled the quilt tighter around myself and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. I didn’t even notice the dry breeze turn into a moist one.

I awoke with a start to loud noise. Like an explosion. It didn’t LOOK any different outside… but the sheer volume of the sound sent a chill down my spine. Images of children screaming in Malegaon and Bombay flashed across my mind. How bad would the damages be? How many people would be left without family this time? I was alive…so which part of town had the bomb exploded? I was fretting about my grandparents and friends in different parts of town when I noticed that it was now pouring hard outside. Thunder. Not a terrorist attack. Thunder. Why was a bomb the first thought to enter my head?

Though that night, I drank a glass of water, and went back to sleep, I couldn’t get the uneasy feeling out of my stomach for days.

Trouble Child

I think I have an attitude problem. I can’t believe I’m admitting that. I don’t mean to come off arrogant. I really don’t. But I end up giving an uncomfortably large number of people that impression.

I just found out that someone I really love and admire doesn’t think I am good company for someone I have been getting pretty close to lately. Whether she thinks this because she doesn’t like me…or simply because this friend of mine is in a different class, and she wouldn’t like ANY two people of different grades to be friends…I don’t know.

I have always found that when you focus on something; even if it's really small and insignificant, and really believe that it’s true, you start seeing proof of it everywhere…! So now, I’m becoming overly conscious of the personality I project! Little things…

If there is something I don’t like, I don’t hesitate to say so. Not that I’m rude about it, but I don’t really think twice before I question authority.

People I don’t think much of; know pretty well that I don’t think much of them.

I find grammatical errors funny.

Maybe as a joke, but almost HALF my friends call me intellectualist, and say I have un-match-able standards.

None of this is really justified. It’s not like I’m the last word in… well, ANYthing. I've always said that people’s opinion of me doesn’t matter. Easy to say when opinions are positive…

Finding out just HOW many people think I am stuck up, have an attitude problem, or am a bad influence… really sucks.