Sing, Aneesha!

*NOTE* Witten long ago-forgot to post-posting today...

So today I skipped school for no apparent reason (again this was months ago). I would say stress, from the boards but they seemed pretty easy (LONG-AGO).

So yes, I do not have a reason for the 'bunking' of school today (that day), but it's okay, I learnt something, that school is much more fun than you think.

I did nothing sitting at home today (the day I wrote this), it was a boring monotonous routine of watching TV, looking for something to eat (junk of course), finding nothing to eat, watching more TV, feeling sleepy, not sleeping and watching TV, AGAIN!

That's why after such a long time I decided to see how my blogs were doing. I casually checked the 'INQUISITIVE' blog first, thinking it was more popular, and more important. But then, I saw the number of views on this one.

395! As we speak (now it's 500), since I had left. 

I did not understand, I barely have two posts in this one, yet it has so many views, I went to stats and saw that most of them (290 to be precise [actually 367 today]) were from 'Badminton, Aneesha'.

So there you have it folks, the reason why I am writing this blog today (THAT DAYYY), about the things I've quit. 

Let me make it clear that there are MANY things that I have joined, gone for 3 months to an year and then got bored of and well, quit.

Out of these the main thing was 'Music' or 'Singing' classes, that I am proud to say lasted more than any other of the things I left incomplete, a whole three years!

In those three years I changed about 4 teachers, but that's not the point, the point is experience, and how much I nag.

When we came from America, I don't remember joining Singing classes immediately, but I do remember joining them when very young. You know, because over the years I would take tiny-tiny breaks and then continue again, and this went on till last year.

Ahh last year! What an year it was? So many things had been quit, makes me wonder how many I will this year..Oh wait! I already have! I'll write about that later.

Now I had four different teachers who taught me singing for bits and bits, although I don't remember the exact reason I stopped going to each of them, I do remember the exact experience I had with each.

My first singing teacher was actually a far cousin of mine. I don't remember how we are related but i remember one day we went to their house and had a wonderful conversation.

Everyone knew this particular cousin of mine and her sister to be excellent singers. They used to perform everywhere, functions, family get togethers and even birthday parties.

So naturally the first thing my father asked was-

"So do you take classes?" 

You see, my father was a big fan of music, he had the ear for it and always wanted to be a musician. When he realized he couldn't, he decided to pass on this dream of his to me and my sister.

 Well, first me.

"Yes, I do. I love teaching music. I take classes on the weekends from five to six." She answered, sounding interested.

"Aneesha will be joining you this weekend." My father said, almost immediately.

And that was it, the start of my long, interesting and melodious experience with singing.

This was-Sing, Aneesha. Part-1

Badminton, Aneesha

Many may not know this but, I play pretty good badminton, or at least I used to.
It was three years ago, when I was still a 6th grader and barely played any sport, my father who had a keen interest in basketball had tried to teach me how to play a number of times, but i didn't pick up much.
This was when my father met his best friend's friend, Shashi, the person who introduced him to his now favourite game, badminton.
When my father started playing, naturally he wanted me to play too. So he sent me to coaching.
On my first day I was terrible, so terrible that I couldn't hit the shuttle with my bat.
I was very nervous, I thought I would never pick up.
I returned the next day to the court.
"Hey, you there." shouted my coach.
 I slowly walked towards him.
"Yes Sir."
"Okay, you play with him." he said, pointing towards a boy who was not pleased to see me.
I walked towards the court where he stood.
He served as softly as he could, probably thinking I was still a kid, arrogance.
I missed every single shuttle he hit, it was like a pattern, he hits, I miss, he hits again, I miss again.
Suddenly a shuttle he hit this time was headed straight for my face. In fear, I put my bat in front of my face to cover it.
This was when a miracle happened, I hit it.
I hit the shuttle with my bat, on my face.
From here, I used this technique so frequently,  he would hit, I would put the bat in front of my face and look at the shuttle through the lines of the racket.
I barely missed any, I was proud of myself.
As time passed, this habit of mine slowly faded away.
Now, I could hit any shuttle, left, right or centre, of course I wasn't that good, but I was okay.
Two years passed, this was when I decided to take a break.
A break that lasted for an year.
My father kept asking me when I would join again, I said "Whenever they build the new court, near our house.".
Yes, my father had told me long ago that in 2014 they would build I court near my house, so I stuck to that.
Then one day, the court was built and they wanted players.
So my father pushed me, "Go, go join." he said.
So in 8th grade, I joined the court, I can go on and on about my experience but to keep it short, at first I realised I had lost all my game, but slowly regained my position.
Then, because I had come to 9th grade, and I needed to concentrate more on my 'studies' I quit.
And this folks, is when my beloved school decides to organise a badminton league.
After 8 months, yesterday I went and played, I was back to square one.
I needed more time to regain my champion position, but the selections happen to be tomorrow.
Oh well, I guess the one opportunity I had, in the one sport I was good at had been lost.
Everybody clap for Aneesha-the quitter.
*Applause*.

Liebster award!

Thank you for nominating me for this liebster award thing, whose meaning I'm not quite sure of yet. 

I belive that I have to answer questions, and as my 'INQUISITIVE' blog shares a story, I thought this inner feeling blog that I had started out of anger, would be much more personal.

1.Give two words which define you?

Probably inquisitive and unorthodox, I do not exactly have an opinion that many do, I think pretty different from the wonted.

2.What do you feel about today's (14.7.15) weather?

Ah! I'm doing this late. But yesterday's weather reshaped pretty quickly, from a tropical morning to a stormy night.

3.Do you like marching?

NO! Since the investiture ceremony where I was embarrassed, I have grown strong dislike towards marching or un-complimenting hand and leg movement of any sort. XD

4.Can you cook? If yes, what? And is it edible? XD

Hahaha, I can't cook, the one 'dish' I did know how to make got banned recently (maggi) and now, I'm left with my casual dosas when my parents are not there, that come out as lumps.

I'm not sure anything I make is edible.

But I give it a shot anyway.

5.Which are the two places you would never want to visit and why?

Oooo...that's a hard one...I love travelling and exploring new cultures and the diversity in the world...so I'm going to tell you about a place I'm NEVER going to visit again.

My old badminton court, because my former coach will be there all day.

I can't face him after quitting, he'll go on and on about how I could have played nationals if I wouldn't have quit, making me regret my decision.

6.How many frenemies do you have? (Don't worry I won't ask you the names!)

I don't mind mentioning their name, but since you didn't ask, I'm not going to tell.

I guess I have about 3 frenemies at the moment.

7.What is your opinion on my blog?

It's very expressive, I've always thought of you as a very talented person, at school before I knew you could write, now my opinion on you has just grown to very high standards after seeing how you wrote in your blog.

You better maintain those standards.

Or else.

You know what I mean.

8.Honestly, tell me do you like me or what do you think about me? (Tell me in person or email me)

OH god, I answered this question before, for an unrelated question (the one above).

Last year, when I didn't know you that well just by the number of awards you used to get and speeches you used to deliver I really, really, really liked you.

And now, I really, really, really, reallly like you after knowing how talented you are.

So , yeah, I have a habit of praising people that I think are awesome even if I barely know them.

I did that to you.

End of explanation.

9.I love your blog. How could you make it so creative and kind of colourful?

Awww, thank you! I actually didn't.

I keep editing it and editing it until it's creative and 'kind of colourful'.

Perfectionst problems.

I just want everything to be perfect.

10.Enjoy your day!!!! Which day was the best this year, so far?

The day I gave my campaign speech in front of my father and many other parents (parent orientation), and in the car he said.

"Hmm...you speak pretty well Aneesha..."

That's all.

Just that recognition on talent.

And have an awesome day, every daaaay!!!

I don't know any more bloggers so....I'm awkwardly ending this now...