Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thanks Gopichan

Dear Readers,

I have reached India and a pleasant surprise was waiting for me. Gopichan had made a book out of my blog! 

He has even added a few simple things and some pictures which made my book grand. I have got lots of comments from my relatives and from people of far-of-places saying that they loved my blog. My family keeps encouraging me.

Thanking everyone,


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

From Saudi to India!

Diary, guess what day today is?

The melodious day to go to India!

Congratulations to me. I am so exited. Sorry I cannot write for a whole month. Because we will spend one day at Kulu Manali , a week at Delhi  and few days at Bangalore. All these plans are driving me crazy.

Diary, I wanted to tell you something for a long time. I decided that I will start a new blog like this one but it shall only tell stories. I know lots of people love stories and that’s why I will afterwards send them. I shall send some Amelia Jane stories. She is a teenager who is a detective and a 15-year-old. Her parents are divorced. Her father is Danny Smith and her mother is Amy Jane. Amy lives in Chicago. Amelia has 2 friends who help her in solving mysteries. They are:

A stylish girl named Berta and a tomboy named Alan.  

My parents are busy. Dresses and passports are being hurriedly packed and discussed. 

Nichikets parents visited us yesterday as we are going to India today. They are not going this time as they went to India last summer.

Niharika had told me she wished she could go to India. I had said to her it was no use, she could not go this time as she went last time.

I need to tell goodbye to all the dolls that I sleep with, especially to my favorite one Pinkisha.

Now I need to go, goodbye!

(Psst…. I will be seeing the Taj Mahal, made by a Mughal king to honor his dead wife, Mumtaz Mahal. It was made thousands of years ago.)

Friday, November 5, 2010

Me, The Great Singer

We are going on next Tuesday to India. Mom works when I am at school. She cleans the house and washes the clothes to wear in India and to wear when we come back. I have a parent teachers meeting tomorrow at school.

I was selected for the singing competition. My music sir had told me that I could sing well. Let me tell you how the day of the singing completion was:

It was on last Wednesday.

After assembly the selected participants had to sing the song in front of everybody at auditorium. When my turn came I first sang 2 stanzas of my song “country roads take me home…”. Our music Sir played the keyboard while I was singing.  Ye Gods!  I had forgotten the 1st line of the 3rd stanza. My classmates were cheering for me. I sang all over again.. Luckily, this time I remembered the lyrics well.  Then I quickly went down the stage. I was a little sad because I thought I would not receive a certificate. But what a surprise!  I actually got a certificate that I had won the third prize after 3 days! I was astonished.

My classmates and my class teacher told me I sang well and that it was a nice song. And every time someone asks our class who can sing nicely my classmates choose me. They even tell them that I got the third prize.

Yesterday we celebrated children’s day and Diwali in our school. The teachers had put on a long show. Because of that, we had lost our time and it was 12:30 when I came home. We even could not have our party properly because the bell rang fast. I think everybody is thinking to give the teachers a piece of their mind because some of my classmates had to take back their food which we even had not touched. Rakshanda had bought a chocolate cake in the shape of a heart and she had to take it home. I had to take my ladoos home too.

(Psst………… I did manage to give some to my bus-mates.)