2019 Week 28 Update

This was quite an eventful week as I updated yesterday.

After a night spent at the hospital, the next day we went to an awards function where S got a excellence award. He was the only person from his organisation to win it this year and it was a proud moment when he was featured as one of the big winners of the evening.

Next week seems to be another hectic week, what with taking GG to an interview and also for her review with an orthopedic doctor. I also have an event with the organisation I work part-time plus I have my to-do list to work on!

That was all last week, let’s hope this week is kind to me. Have a wonderful week people!

2019 Secondary 4 Week 28 Update

This was a super eventful week for us.

BB went for one aptitude test for his first choice of EAE and an interview for his last choice. He was not even called for an aptitude test for his second choice which was in the same poly as that of his first choice, just a different school. A friend who had the reverse choices (BB’s first was his second and his first was BB’s second) didn’t get called for the course which BB got called for the aptitude test. We suspect the poly just called for one course per applicant. I wish we knew this before applying as this means we lost one choice, which we could have applied to a different poly. His first choice school also have called him for an interview next week and I have all my fingers and toes crossed. His interview for his last choice was also good according to him, though its a course in which he does not have much exposure or knowledge in.

On to GG now. She had her first interview at a junior college she applied for direct admission under her CCA. She went for the interview at the begining of the week and during the audition, she said her voice cracked at one point. But she is ok if she does not make it to the next round as this crack at the direct admission was only to prove she can make it.

She also got interview calls for both the courses she applied to at one poly. These are to two disparate courses and she got the interview calls after clearing an online aptitude and personality test. Her first choice of course has also called her for an aptitude test which will happen next week.

On Thursday, while running in school during the PE lesson, she tripped and fell down on the concrete and gravel floor. She bruised her right knee quite badly and it even started to bleed and her other knee had some superficial bruises. Her right palm was also bruised. She was given first aid in school and her PE teacher also called me to appraised me about the situation. I did not think too much and when she came home, she said her knee was still paining and bleeding and she could not close her palm. So I took her to the GP who after checking her told me to take her to the hospital A&E since it may be something more serious. We went to the nearest hospital, but they told us to go one a little further away since they dont have a children’s specialist on duty and if we waited, the doctor on duty will send us to the other hospital.

So off we went and after getting checked by a doctor and having her x-ray taken, we came to know that she has a small hairline fracture on the right wrist. She was bandaged and braced and sent home and now we have to go next week to see them again for a review and hopefully it means that she does not have to wear a cast anymore. I am hoping for good news when we see the specialist next week.

That was our pretty eventful week. Have a wonderful Sunday people!

In My Hands Today…

When Gods Die – C.S. Harris

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Brighton, England, 1811. The beautiful wife of an aging Marquis is found dead in the arms of the Prince Regent. Draped around her neck lies an ancient necklace with mythic origins–and mysterious ties to Sebastian St. Cyr, Viscount Devlin.

Haunted by his past, Sebastian investigates both the Marchioness’s death and his own possible connection to it–and discovers a complex pattern of lies and subterfuge. With the aid of his lover, Kat Boleyn, and a former street urchin now under his protection, Sebastian edges closer to the killer. And when one murder follows another, he confronts a conspiracy that threatens his own identity…and imperils the monarchy itself.

School Stories: Sports Day

One more story from my school days. Last week I was speaking with GG and BB and we started talking about sports days in school. BB’s school usually alternates between sports day and cross country running every other year and so I shared some stories about sports days in my school.

In my school, sports day usually happened in the second term, which would be after the winter holidays (you could not schedule anything before that because of the Mumbai monsoon) so it would be sometime in December/January.

Our primary school races are the standard ones and happen without much fanfare. It’s the Secondary school that has all the fun in my opinion. I’ve mentioned before how our houses are allocated and during the main sports day, one half of the stadium is split into four parts – each section for a house. So we generally sit in our house section and not with friends, because that day it’s house loyalty before family and friends.

The sports day would usually be on a Sunday and would start around noon. Once we reached secondary school, we would go on our own and my parents would come by later to pick us up. It’s usually a festive air there with hundreds of school girls screaming and shouting.

There’s fierce competition to see which house comes first and a blackboard in the centre of the field will usually have the current point tally going on. The prize for the best house, in addition to the champions trophy is the honour to lead the march past at the end of the sports day and this would be fought relentlessly.

The house I was allocated to, Shenaz or the Green House used to always win the championship and we used to lead the March past each year. I can only remember one year we did not. I must have been in grade 5 then and was the first time in the Secondary bleacher when this happened. What happened was unprecedented in the history of the school. Three houses were joint first and since three houses can’t march together, they had to toss and Godafried or the Red House won the toss! I can still see the red house captain coming excitedly to the stands to the house teacher and shouting that they were going to lead the march past while our captain walked by crying. We were second in the march past that year.

In the last few years in school, I used to get pulled into the march past contingent. We used to march wrongly while practicing thinking we will be kicked out, but no such luck for us! Being in the march past meant that we had to wait all the way till the sports day ended and could not sneak out earlier.

But it also meant a month or so of missing the last few periods in school going for march past practise in the garden behind the school. As I type this, I can hear the commands in head and the one arm length we had to stand behind each other. We used to wear a strip of ribbon in the house colour on the sides of our white shorts (we were one of those rare schools at that time who had to wear white shorts for PE and sports) and a cap in the house colour.

I just checked my school website and Shernaz is still continuing to rule, they are still overall champions, though some of the uniforms we used to play in has changed over the years. The march past is no longer in shorts, but in black long pants and they wear a house tee shirt over it, while we used to wear our school uniform shirt. The cap still remains and the school head girls and captains and vice captains all wear black long pants and a blazer (with the captains and vice captains also wearing the house cap). During the the I was in school, they all used to only wear their usual school uniform. And we also have a school band now! That looks so much fun, wish that was there when we were studying too.

The march past would be like in major sporting events. The head would be the school head girl carrying the school flag with her deputies behind her followed by the junior head girl and her deputies. Then we would have the first contingent which would have one girl (usually a small grade 5 girl) carrying the house name, followed by the house captain with the house flag and her deputies behind her. Behind them would be 30 girls marching in three columns. This would be followed by the house which came second and then the third house and the last house bringing up the rear. We would make one circuit of the stadium and the guest of honour would get the salute after which would be the prize distribution ceremony including that for the best march past contingent (which I can’t remember us ever winning). We would go home late evening, tired but happy with the day. The next day would be a holiday from school which was very warmly welcomed by all.

As with other school memories, this post brought many smiles to me as I went back decades to relive my school days. For more stories about my school, click here and here



In My Hands Today…

Bring Me Back – B.A. Paris

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Finn and Layla are young, in love, and on vacation. They’re driving along the highway when Finn decides to stop at a service station to use the restroom. He hops out of the car, locks the doors behind him, and goes inside. When he returns Layla is gone—never to be seen again. That is the story Finn told to the police. But it is not the whole story.

Ten years later Finn is engaged to Layla’s sister, Ellen. Their shared grief over what happened to Layla drew them close and now they intend to remain together. Still, there’s something about Ellen that Finn has never fully understood. His heart wants to believe that she is the one for him…even though a sixth sense tells him not to trust her.

Then, not long before he and Ellen are to be married, Finn gets a phone call. Someone from his past has seen Layla—hiding in plain sight. There are other odd occurrences: Long-lost items from Layla’s past that keep turning up around Finn and Ellen’s house. Emails from strangers who seem to know too much. Secret messages, clues, warnings. If Layla is alive—and on Finn’s trail—what does she want? And how much does she know?