Monday, December 16, 2013

IKEA Breakfast

There was deep rumbling from somewhere. Unfortunately that was not thunder, but my stomach growling.

We were on our way from the badminton class. I was getting hungrier by the minute.

I was given 2 options - Asraya Turkish restaurant or some other Arabic place. I did not have any interest in either of them but I saved when Dad pointed at DQ Grill & Chill, which we hadn’t tried till now, we could have our food from there. We loved trying out new restaurants. This place was called Dairy Queen (DQ) though I had no idea why it was called that. As long as I was concerned, it seemed to have burgers and the usual stuff and I didn’t think it to have any dairy items.

We ordered onion rings, quesadillas, 2 grilled chicken burgers, large grilled chicken salad for my Dad and 2 sandwiches. 

The place was a bit crowded, but still there was not much noise and we found a table. The onion rings were delicious and the quesadillas were to die for. Everything was yummy and the growling in my stomach stopped.

Feeling full, lazy and contented, I reluctantly got up.

Our breakfast had been from IKEA. In fact, I look forward on going to IKEA every time since the food court is just great. They have so many varieties of food. Breakfast looked all official in a tasty way with scrambled eggs, sausages, butter, bread and the usual things for an English breakfast. I announced “Dig in!”

Saturday, December 7, 2013

OK Google!

This week was very busy.

I bought 3 books from Jarir bookstore- “Diary of a Wimpy Kid- Hard Luck” by Jeff Kinney, “Dork Diaries- Tales from a Not-So-Happy heart breaker.’’ by Rachel Renee Russell, and “Gangsta Granny” by David Walliams.

We weren't actually planning to go to Jarir bookstore. We just decided to go somewhere since we were bored and we thought of it. I jumped on the books the minute I saw them and Dad regretted of even thinking of going to the bookstore. He was also surprised when I finished all 3 books in one day. Go figure.

A Nexus 5 Kit Kat is on its way from America and its destination will be the waiting hands of my father, or, more truthfully, my hands. It is a new version and not yet available in Saudi Arabia.  I said I could always help get rid of his old phone by accepting it as a hand-me-down.    

If you come to my home, don’t be surprised if you hear someone always shouting “Ok Google!” in front of the computer. This is because now there is a new feature in Google Search. You just have to say (or shout) “Ok Google” and say the name or the thing you are searching for and Google will start the search. But it gets confused, or in this case, gives up ‘cause when Mom said ‘’Dunkin Doughnuts”, Google understood it as “Oh My God!”

Parent Teacher Interaction (PTI) was held in our school today.

I spotted many of my classmates and said hello. I and Mom were able to meet only a few teachers since there was line outside almost every class. We met Sandhya Ma’am who is my class teacher and few other teachers.

There was a huge line outside the Hindi teacher’s class. It was like suddenly she had become popular and was signing autographs. 

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Chennai Express

“Don’t underestimate the power of a common man” was a quote said by Shah Rukh Khan at least 5 times in the movie ‘Chennai Express’, a comedy movie.

Three-fourth of the girls in my class watched that movie, and everyone liked it.
Now at school we all imitate him and say “Don’t underestimate the power of a common girl” all the time.

I really loved it too. It was really funny.  But Mom did not feel about it the same way I did, because she had seen many movies before similar to this. Also, when the fight between Tangabali and Rahul started, she had got up and walked around the house for some time since she did not like fight scenes. And I got that very gift too. So I was mostly looking down at my feet and admiring my toes during the fight. But I watched the rest of the movie with Dad and Mom.

The three of us were sitting on two comfy huge armchairs. For some time I sat next to Dad on his armchair but his tummy got in the way so I sat next to Mom in hers. Both of us fit perfectly.

Every day the prefects and teachers at school check if we are wearing proper uniforms, school shoes, if our hair is short it should be tied in a ponytail, if it is long, it should be in plaits, etc.

One day, our class teacher caught hold of a few girls whose hair was long enough to be plaited but wasn’t. She sent them outside the class and asked them to plait their hair.

So pretty soon, Chandana’s hair was being plaited by Sauda, Sauda’s was being done by Rabia at the same time, Rabia’s by Rafa, Rafa’s by Nida’s and so on. 

There were about 6 girls, and all of us inside the class were trying not to laugh.
Nida’s hair got done and she came inside the class looking grumpy. One of our friends, trying to cheer her up said “Now you look much better than before, Nida”.

“Oh, shut up” was the response.


At last, the train of girls outside came in. The girls who did not know how to plait properly had made the hair of the girls they had experimented on look like they had just got an electric shock.

(My portrait by Shreya Sharma)

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Oh Zeus!

When I got out of the car, the wind had become stronger. It tugged at my shawl, but I held on to it.

Now we can say winter has officially started, for the temperature has dropped.

After reading Percy Jackson books (again), I was ready to blame the Greek god Zeus, lord of the skies. We did not have to wear our uniform tomorrow, instead, we could wear color dress, and the teachers said we did not have to bring any books. It would be really fun. But the sky is now all moody and grumpy and it is making me all grumpy too. There is lightning, thunder and rain. Mom says that maybe I may not be able to go to school tomorrow.

Great. Just great. There are only a few days when we look forward on going to school and tomorrow is going to be one of those days. And then BOOM! Now we can’t.

I wonder how many classmates of mine are coming to school tomorrow.  

Have mercy on us, Zeus. 

Friday, November 8, 2013

Bahrain Diary (Part 2) - Tree of Life

A group of women wearing short dresses got out of their car. The car’s tire had sunk in the sand, and refused to move.  Some men surrounded them, giving them smiles and offering their help to the girls. Their own car had got sunk in the sand, but they hardly paid any attention to it or the “Tree of Life”, now that they had something else better to look at …… .

I gazed at the tree from a distance. This ancient tree was called the “Tree of life” as it had survived in the desert for 400 years without any known water source. When we were just about to reach, I had seen a tree next to the roadside but it was only my size and I had felt disgusted, since I thought that was the great ‘Tree of life’. But when the real tree appeared in sight, bigger than its imposter, my disgust turned into wonder and amazement.


Many people, the newborn, the middle-aged and the old, were sitting on the tree happily and trying to climb it. Some branches of the tree touched the ground while the others were high. Everyone was chattering non-stop and taking photos.

After we saw the tree, as we walked back to our car, the girls were still there, now looking a little impatient.  The men were pushing their sleeves past their elbows and were hard at work. Seeing the girl’s impatient look just made them work faster. Finally the tire was out, the girls squealed, and the men hurried off, to start working on their own car in the hot sun.




Saturday, November 2, 2013

l'OLIMPO - The Italian dinner

I picked up a slice of yummy pepperoni pizza, cheese trailing after it. It looked and smelled delicious. In less than 4 seconds my slice was gone.

Dad was looking at me, astonished. “Nobody is going to steal your slice.” I gave him a suspicious look. If Dad requested for a small bite of anything I was having, from guavas to ice creams, pretty much half of it would be gone. Go figure.

We were at l’OLIMPO, an Italian restaurant. For me, dessert is more important when we go to restaurants like these, and I would always go to dessert section first, whether we bought any or not.

For Mom, the place looked like a ‘wonderland’, for me it looked a little like ‘Steak House’, only little more stylish. I like Steak House, but now whenever I think of it I always remember the ‘great zucchini’ incident.

We had chicken Caesar salad first. Dad love salad a lot, which is why I called him a ‘herbivore’. I poked my fork and attacked the lettuce since I found it difficult to stab it. Then we had spaghetti Bolognese, Pollo Verdure and pepperoni pizza.

After we each had two slices of pizza there was still one slice left. But we did not want it, so I and Dad plucked out the pepperonis leaving only the cheese. Our waiter tried not to laugh as our last slice which looked untouched, was missing pepperonis.

Today was a great day and we enjoyed the food.


Friday, October 25, 2013

Bahrain Diary - 1

I groaned while I lay on the back seat, feeling bored and tired. The traffic crawled, moving 3 inches in every 10 minutes. My Mom had adjusted her seat so that it leaned back. Her eyes were closed and had her hands folded on her lap. My Dad rested his hands on the steering wheel.

We were on our way to Bahrain. We had started out early in the morning and had been going for 4 hours. We left Khobar and reached the middle island though King Fahd causeway.

Finally, when we got past all the traffic and visa checks after 2 hours and reached Bahrain, I became more relieved. We reached Hotel Ramada. It was a really grand hotel, with a swimming pool and breakfast every day. We would stay there for 4 days.

Mom was tired and asked me and Dad to have lunch and get a take-out for her. But that was where the trouble started.

I and Dad went out, ready to go to ‘Saravana Bhavan’. Ajay Valyachan lives in Bahrain, so he had told us about this restaurant. He gave us directions.

We were ready to embark on our mysterious adventure of finding the way there. My tab lost internet, I could not help Dad find the location. We drove around and asked the way to someone, but still found no sign of it. And then we realized a shocking thing that we had been going around in circles, as we found we reached our hotel again in less than 15 minutes.

 We were losing hope and deciding to drop the whole idea. I told my Dad there was a restaurant in the hotel; we could have lunch from there. But then Dad suggested we take a taxi instead, and so we parked our car at the hotel and waited for a taxi.

We waited for 10 minutes and saw 0 taxis. I was starting to feel hungry now, but then we soon saw one and successfully reached our destination.

We visited Ajay Valyachan, Subha Valyamma and Abhiram (Ramu) in the evening. Ramu is very playful and chubby. He would sometimes cling to me and kiss my cheek.

After dinner, we had made plans with them to start sightseeing in the morning.

We reached hotel late night, plopped on our beds and fell asleep.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

His Highness Sheikh Mohammed and Dubai 1

After watching fairy tales, we always expect Kings and Queens, Princesses and Princes to have long gowns that sweep the ground, glittering tiaras, crowns studded with jewels, and excessive amount of jewelry. Right?

It may seem like I am lying, but believe me, I am telling the truth.

I ACTUALLY HAD A CHANCE TO SEE THE KING OF DUBAI, HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS MOHAMMED BIN RASHID AL MAKTOUM !!!!!

A King or Queen is a normal person like us, except they are born famous; they rule a country and everyone knows them.

They wear normal clothes just like us, according to their traditions.

My parents, Kunjunni (also known as Rockstar Nara, Detective Nara etc..) Kunji chechi, and Valyamma were also there when we saw him.

We were at Dubai Mall. Dad and Mom were sipping a cappuccino at the coffee shop while the rest of us went at the top of Burj Khalifa.

The view was spectacular. We were “Aaah”ing and “Ooh”ing the whole time -while we waited in our group, in the fastest elevator and at the top. Our ears popped slightly while we were in the lift.

Later, we joined Dad and Mom and all of us went outside. It was almost time for the dancing fountain to start. So we sat on the steps nearby and rested our aching feet since we had started out in the morning.

The first show played and we were all impressed. A few minutes after the first show, a group of men passed us and my dad caught sight of the face the man in the centre. “Haven’t we seen him somewhere?” my Dad said. While Dad continued to scratch his head and tap his chin, my Mom said, “Of course! We just saw the King of Dubai, Sheikh Mohammed!” We all looked at him, as he continued to walk on.

Then right on cue, the fountain started again, this time, playing the National Anthem of Dubai. We were stunned.

As we got up and walked away, we saw many people gathering outside the Dubai mall. There it was a gleaming white jeep, outside the mall, with the number plate DUBAI 1.


The place was full of very expensive cars. The car would stop and the owner would toss his key to a driver who worked in the mall. This was called valet parking as I later found out.

Something fell one inch away from my feet. I looked up and was disgusted to see a couple of pigeon butts looking at me. I moved away.

Half an hour later, His Royal Highness walked out of the mall, along with some other men. We all were so happy and astonished. People immediately started to take pictures, so we could always hear random clicks.

His Highness looked at everyone, smiled, waved slightly and got inside his jeep and drove away.


Sadly, my father clicked on the wrong button while he tried to take a photo of His Royal Highness, which he has not figured out till now.  But at least we were able to get a few pictures of the jeep.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

A tasty class project

Terrin was flapping her hands like annoying birds were flying around her head.

 “What’s wrong?” I asked.

A lunch box was open. It was Nada’s lunchbox. Nadha was standing nearby, looking amused. Terrin finished eating and exhaled. Her breath smelled like uniyappam.

“Gross!” I said, wrinkling my nose. “Is it just me or is your breath so strong I can smell uniyappams even while standing 5 feet away?”

“So good! But I ate only one.” Terrin said.

“Can’t you wait until it’s time for the party?”

“It’s hard to resist” came the reply.

Terrin, me, Anne and Chandana are best friends. We could hardly wait for the party which was during the 4th period and recess. There were many sweets, veg and non-veg food.

When it was the 4th period, we all immediately started arranging the tables and chairs. We had planned to make it like a buffet, and girls would stand behind the tables serving the food.

I and Anne waited at the door to greet the teachers. We all had divided the food and kept them in the sections they belonged- sweets, veg and non-veg.

When the teachers came, we wished the “Good morning” and pointed and told them about the sections. We all contributed a lot. I and Anne greeted the teachers, Chandana, Terrin and some of the girls reserved seats for them, some gave plates and tissues and the others stood behind the tables of the food to serve them.

All the teachers loved how we greeted them, served them and everything. They were all impressed and left compliments on the board like-

“Excellent food, God bless you all”

“Very nice food served with love.”

“Thank you girls for the lovely party but please do not miss the next computer period.”

“Judging from my size, you can all see how I loved the food.”

The H.M. was there too, and after she had her food, she said “The food was great” … “but the hospitality-” We all held our breath “was even better.” 

After the last teacher went, we exploded into loud cheer.


We ate only after the teachers left. Many things were half finished but there was still a lot of each. 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Trip to Star City

“Behave like humans” was the first instruction given to us by Sandhya ma’am as she laid out the rules before we went to Star City, an amusement park, next day. Sandhya ma’am gave us a small glare and continued.

“You have to wear your uniform ...”

Sandhya ma’am went on. After she explained the instructions she said ‘’Don’t go anywhere alone, always be with your partner. The shops in Star City will be open for you.”

My partner was Chandana, and Anne’s partner was Terrin. We had decided to try and stay together, but in either case that was tough.

Everyone was so excited today when we were going to Star City. I, Terrin and Anne sang the song we had made in class yesterday, with the lyrics as the blood circulation. It started like this-

(Sung to the tune of the hit Malayalam song ‘Appangal Embaddam’)

“Pulmonary vein
Left auricle, left ventricle
Aorta, arteries
All the body parts except luuungs..”

Everyone laughed. We looked out of the window as we reached Star City. Everyone cheered.

Our teachers herded us towards he entrance and showed us where we could keep our bags.  

A ride called the ‘Cobra’ was operated so we could see how it was. The ride looked so scary! It swung so high that it was high above the trees, no, even higher!

“I am not going on that thing.” I declared. Chandana and Anne nodded their agreement. Terrin looked at it thoughtfully and said,” I am going on it.” “Good luck.” We wished her.

Me, Chandana, Anne and two of our friends Aamna and Safana came with us. Aamna had come here before so she told us the boat ride would be nice.

After the boat ride, we went to the Ghost ride. There, we were given 3-D glasses to put on. As the ride started moving, we began to get nervous. Soon, we entered the tunnel and we were swallowed in darkness. I could not even see Chandana, who was sitting right beside me. A voice boomed “Welcome, my foolish guests.” “Well, that’s a warm welcome.” I muttered.

Somewhere there was a projector, because on the wall in front of us we could see skeletons were shaking their swords, and one of them threw one at us. It looked so real that we all ducked. Behind us, there were noises of doors slamming, breaking of glass and a woman screaming. And once it was finished, when we were just about to get to the entrance, a man was climbing a rope with fire underneath him. But the man was a robot, and the fire underneath him was orange cloth to make it look like fire. Sometimes strong wind of hot air would hit us and once water was sprayed on us.

We went to a place where it was a maze inside and you had to find your way out. We heard a few other children calling ‘’Help! Help!” and we reached them and found our way out.

I and Anne went on a cable car and Chandana and Nandita on another. The cable car was in the shape of a car and when it started there would be faint headlights.

Terrin had gone of the humongous roller coaster of Star City and she said it was awesome. Our boat ride was near the coaster when it started and we saw the hair of all the children flying.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Riyadh Aviation Museum

School is reopening after 2 days! Aaarghh!

We bought a new bag, a new water bottle and a new lunch box. Sadly, the lunch box has a Disney princess on it and it is very, very pink in colour. But I anyway figured it couldn’t go worse than that and (besides, most of the lunch boxes either had a Mickey or Minnie mouse on it) therefore I decided to live with it.

I have successfully completed my holiday homework and almost misplaced them in my happiness. Anyway, teachers won’t fall for the old trick, the my-dog-ate-my-homework one. Not that I have ever tried it.

Now, I can look forward to projects, homework, table tennis classes, and Math’s tuition when school reopens.

We went to the Royal Saudi Air Force Museum yesterday, and I have to admit, it was super. Old-fashioned planes of all shapes and sizes were there. There were fighter planes, planes for transporting cars and stuff, unmanned aircrafts, jets, bombs, missiles etc.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Alappuzha Trip

“Mew!” A kitten mewed when I stroked it. The other one brushed against my legs as it walked past. Their mother sat on the ground lazily, and watched the kittens lie, lick and run.  I started to stroke the other kitten and it ran between my legs. We laughed.

The mother cat was named Mickey as Savithri and her family thought Mickey was a male cat and Savithri and her younger brother Shanku, ended up naming it Mickey.

It was only after she gave birth to 2 kittens that they realized they Mickey wasn’t a ‘he’, but a ‘she’.

Sadly, one of the kittens (Chakki) died later.  

And when I visited them a second time, I saw a crow lying on one of the electric post. It had got electrocuted.  A murdered crow was surrounded by a ‘murder of crows’ ! Even though, that would be sad news for the crow, I was so excited. I had never seen a dead crow. Especially not one that had been electrocuted.     

Two people from Mathrubumi came to interview Savithri’s Achachan (Grandfather).  Achachan’s name is T.N. Krishnan Kutty Nair and he was a well known cinematographer who worked in more than 46 movies.

(I was also on TV this time. Me and Mom starred in a TV news program ,for 3 seconds , about ‘Ramayana maasam’ which was shot at Valyamma’s home.)

It started to rain just when we decided to go beach. But we went anyway, hoping the rain would stop. But it didn’t. In fact, it started to rain even more heavily.

When we got out, we took umbrellas. We saw the beach from outside the fence; we didn’t go there because of the rain. Me and Savithri stood under an umbrella, Mom and Molly Chitta under another one, and Shanku and Chittappan struggled to hold on their umbrella which was about to fly away because of the wind and tried to straighten it since the canopy had turned inside-out.  Dad stayed in the car.

I and Savithri laughed and we held on our umbrella and shivered when the cold wind whipped us. All of us got inside the car again, and watched the beach. 

Sunday, August 18, 2013

The mystery of the missing bicycle

Rockstar Nara’s career changed into Detective Nara.

He solved “The mystery of the missing bicycle”.  These were the clues:

·        There were no clues

These were the notes:

·        A bicycle was missing
·        Its owner was Detective Nara’s best friend, Abhijit
·        The lock of the cycle had got broken before, making it easy for the culprit to get cycle and make a clean getaway.

The funny thing is, Detective Nara solved the mystery before he knew what had happened.


Curious? Astonished? Impressed? I sure was.

Actually, what happened was that Nara was riding at the back of Grandpa’s scooter when he noticed a bicycle near an old house, hidden between bushes.  He tried to remember where he had seen it before, but he was not able to remember.

At school, Abhijit told him what had happened. Then Nara quickly remembered about the cycle he had seen and described it to Abhijit. He got an excited ‘’ Yes, that must be mine! How did you find it! Where is it? Why is it there? How did it get there?” Abhijit bombarded him with questions and Nara finally managed to calm him down.

Together, they went there after school to check if it was the right one. It sure was. They came back again, this time with a few older students. They rang the doorbell and an old woman with 4 teeth opened the door and gaped at them. 

“My cycle has been stolen and it is there on your front yard. Someone took it. Do you know about it?” 

The old woman gave them a long explanation oh-my-grand son-takes-it-every-day-he-buys-milk-with-it-he-goes-to-school-on-it but Nara and his friends went over and took it anyway because Abhijit was completely sure it was his and there was even a scratch which he pointed out was there from before it was taken.

While they retrieved the stolen property from the crime scene, they heard a dog barking but they did not see the dog. One of the older boys said “Er…. It probably is a dog’s bark recorded to scare people away.” Everyone laughed nervously.

Abhijit was so grateful he presented Nara with a “Bingo!” the next day, and Nara thanked him with a “Burp!” after he ate the chips.

Mystery solved!


Saturday, August 17, 2013

Back from India...

Hey everybody! It’s me, Janaki.

Whoops!  I am starting to sound like Mickey Mouse. You know, like how he says,

“Hey everybody! It’s me, Mickey Mouse. Say, ya wanna see my club house?”
And no matter how hard you scream “No!” he says, “Then let’s go to the club house. Oh, I forgot that we have to say the magic word. Misca Moosca Mouse ca doodles! Come on, say it with me”

It’s pretty weird stuff, considering the fact that we have to say the words that make absolutely NO sense at all.

I came back from India on the 11th of August, with sadness and sleepiness, because we left home at 11 at night, so I had a quick nap in the car while going to the airport.

So, I was pretty grumpy and sleepy when we reached the airport, for I had been having such a good dream. For a sec, I did not even care leaving India, which might have been a good thing because otherwise I would probably run screaming “I don’t want to go back!” to the car. But then, I remembered the fun I had all those days, and I was pretty much back to square 1.

A lot of things happened while we were in India. I caught viral fever, a big bummer since I had it for 5 days and lost my appetite,  felt tired AND pretty much made everyone in the house crazy by coughing and coughing and sniffing.  The first day was the worst.  Just my luck.  Mum had made chicken biriyani, but due to fever, I had no appetite and hardly ate a handful.


I saw 2 movies this time, “Turbo” and “Singham”. Both movies were nice, especially “Turbo”.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Vacation begins..

A lot of things have happened (and are going to happen) during all this time, so I shall quickly go over them in points-
  • My exams finished 2 days ago
  • Summer vacation has begun
  • I am going to India tomorrow. I shall come back on August 11th
  • It is very rainy in India now
  • 2 weeks ago I held my birthday party. Chandana and Anne came, we had a lot of fun and I got few gifts.

J!!!!!!

I am so happy that I am going to India tomorrow! I am going to have so much fun!

The only problem is that, it is really pouring rain in India. Many streets were full of water and some were flooded.

My cousins got a lot of holidays from school because of this dreary rain.

So, it will be difficult to go out unless we want to be drenched in the rain. But since their home is just across the street, we can always play an indoor game.

My 3rd blog anniversary was on 26th of June, the day when I published my first post.  Yaayyy!

My exams were over on Wednesday. The last exam we had was Social Studies.  
The minute our answer sheets were taken away from us, we felt so happy that we wanted to float out of the school. Everybody was excited, and told their friends what they would do over the summer.

Me, Anne and Chandana would go over to the next class after every exam where Terrin, our new best friend, who had joined our class at the starting of the term, and some of our other friends, sat during the exam. We would all sit and chat until the bell rang and it was time to go home.

Friday, May 3, 2013

Chandana's party


Last  Friday, Chandana, my best friend threw a party. I, Anne, Daniya and Alaina (she is one of our classmates) were invited.

Daniya is leaving Riyadh and going to India on May 9th. We were all glad to hear she would be coming because Daniya was one of our best friends and we all loved her a lot. She was really sweet and kind. We would miss her.

Anne was not able to come because she had to go somewhere, but all others came.

When I arrived, Dania was already there and she was outside with Chandana and her father, waiting for me. We all began to chat excitedly.

Chandana lived in an STC compound and there is only one word to describe it. It was HUMONGOUS!!

It was a pretty neat compound, with a clubhouse, swimming pool and 4 parks. There were many villas.

Alaina arrived half- an- hour late. When she came, Dania whipped out her camera and told us to stand together so that she could take a photo. We made funny faces in front of the camera and Dania was laughing so much that most of the pictures she took became blurred!

Chandana’s house had a huge tent attached at the back. It was as big as the roof. The dining table was also inside the tent.  We had snacks as pastries, tuna sandwiches and juice.  Then we grabbed an umbrella and went outside to explore the compound.

There was cool breeze outside and it was totally refreshing when it touched our skin. Chandana told us she had many friends in the compound.

When we were outside, it began to drizzle. OMG! We quickly opened the umbrella and walked together. Thankfully, all four of us fit underneath the umbrella. We walked back to Chandana’s house and ran upstairs.

We decided to play Dark Room (a game in which the catcher will stand outside the room with the door closed and everybody else will hide somewhere in the room. Then the catcher has to come in and has to try to find us with the lights switched off.) Daniya was the catcher, then Alaina. I was the captain, which meant that I had to switch off the light and yell to tell Daniya to come inside.

After the game, we had dinner and then we played on Chandana’s iPad. We then caught her pet fishes with a net. Lucky, Chandana’s younger brother, stood watching us.

Time flew fast and soon it was time for our parents to pick us. We hugged Chandana, thanked her parents for the lovely party, and went home, beaming. 

Friday, April 26, 2013

Koshari Express


Last night, for dinner, we had an Egyptian dish. Can you guess which?  (Hint- It starts with “Ko” and ends with “shari” ) Of course! It was koshari!

It consisted of rice, macaroni, noodles, chick peas and lentils topped with small chicken pieces. The noodles were cut into pieces (some people might think this is a weird combination but it is not. )

It was delicious but kind of heavy and was a beautiful combination with a sauce like salsa.

Some of Dad’s colleagues are Egyptians and sometimes they buy koshari , that is how we came to know about it. We had it from a restaurant called “Koshari Express”.

We gobbled all of it up and washed it down with a bottle of ‘Mirinda’.

I remember that 2 years back in 5th grade, one of our teacher’s told us that Pepsi and other fizzy drinks were very harmful for us and they could cut our intestine.

Well, that did the trick. Whenever we had Pepsi, I always gave it the evil eye and refused to drink it.

My parents assured me that nothing was going to happen to me or my intestine and that I would be perfectly safe, because :
  • We drink Pepsi only sometimes
  • We always share one bottle between 3 of us

So, now, I have no fear of fizzy drinks. 

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Detective Nair

They say that time flies quickly, and I now reluctantly agree with them.

I cannot believe that 2 weeks sped by so quickly! It seems like just yesterday I had finished my exams. Now there are only 4 more days as holidays, school is reopening on Monday and is the beginning of 7th grade too.

My cousins are soooo lucky, they now have summer vacation for 2 months.

Every morning Dad drops me at school and afternoon I come back by school van. Malaika, Marilyn, Faiz, Ravika, Abdul Aziz, and Nimisha are the kids in my van. Malaika is the eldest among us, she is going to be in 9th grade now.

One day Abdul Aziz (the youngest in our bus, he is going to begin the second grade), was babbling about how he went to the computer class, and when he came back to his class he found that somebody had stolen his pouch which had all his pencils and eraser in it, and how he was going to punch the face of the person who stole his pouch.  I tried to make him calm down.

I whipped out my pen and my spare notebook. “Call me Detective Nair” I said in a professional voice. I wrote the word ‘Notes’ in my notebook.  On top I had written “The case of the Missing Pouch”.   Malaika and Marilyn watched, interested.

“Okay” I said in a professional voice. “I shall start asking questions. And you tell me the answer clearly so that I can find out who stole it. Is that understood?’’ He nodded.

I cleared my throat and then the following conversation began:

Detective Nair – Where were you at the time of the theft?

Abdul Aziz – In the computer lab.

DN – During which period were you there in the computer lab?

AA – 5thperiod.

DN  – Did any of your classmates come late to the computer lab?

AA – No, we all stood in a line and came together to the computer lab.

DN – Did anybody go back to your class during the period?

AA – No

DN – This sure is a tough case.

I closed my notebook. “That will be enough information”.

“Did you find out who did it?” he asked me. “Umm….. I will let you know next week” I said, I knew he would forget this soon.

Monday, March 18, 2013

Daniya's party


Remember that in my last post I told you that my BFF Daniya invited me to her party? Here is how it went……

We were to have dinner at Daniya’s house. I was really excited when we reached their home. We had parked our car outside a restaurant near their home.  Daniya and Anne came soon and we walked to their flat together. Daniya had worn a white anarkali and Anne had put on white pants and a black top.  They said I looked very different in my latcha, open hair and lip gloss.

Anne said she came 10 minutes earlier than the time we were supposed to reach there. Daniya said, ”She came so early I was just putting on my eye shadow and I still had not combed my hair”. “I hope she was not scared when she saw you” I joked.   

Chandana arrived 10 minutes after me. This time, all 3 of us went to meet her. She refused to remove her abayya, for some reason she felt embarrassed. I think it is because she usually wears traditional clothes like a skirt or latcha, but this time she was wearing western dress. But we made her remove it anyway. She had worn a red top, jeans and heels. “Who is this stylish girl?” I teased and she threw a pillow at me.             

Daniya’s party was an awesome party. We all had great fun. We all chatted, telling jokes , listening to music  and played on Daniya’s iPad. Our parents had to pick us up at 8 and by the time it was 8, we still not had dinner. Since we had brought our mobiles with us, me, Anne and Chandana walked around, talking to our parents, telling them that they had to pick us at 9 instead at 8. Our parents agreed and we were in glee.

We had biriyani, fish, chicken, and salad for dinner and desert was ice-cream. It was delicious. Daniya’s mom said that we could have vanilla, butterscotch or chocolate ice-cream. I opted for the chocolate.

Daniya had 2 small turtles, they were so cute. I held one of them, they were smaller than the palm of my hand. We put one of the turtles on the carpet. It crawled fast, so we also crawled fast behind it. We all looked silly crawling on the floor like that.

We were all sad when our parents came. We said goodbye to Daniya and thanked her for inviting us. “I will miss you when you go to India, Danu” I said, and gave Daniya a hug.

Friday, March 15, 2013

End of grade Six


Yaaaaaaayyyyy!!!!!!!!

I am sooooo happy! SA-2 (Summative Assessment) has finally finished.

Now, there are 2 weeks stretched in front of me which I am going to spend by watching TV, playing games on the computer, reading books etc.  And of course, no studies.

I am going to be in 7th grade and I already feel so grown up. I can still not believe how fast time flew.

Today, my BFF Daniya is hosting a party and I am also invited. She has also invited my other 2 best friends, Anne and Chandana. Since Daniya is leaving Riyadh and going to India, this is  a goodbye  party. The 4 of us are best friends and we always stayed together as a group. I love them all so much J. 

Daniya said we could wear a traditional dress so I am going to wear my mango-colored latcha. Anne said she would wear her churidhar, and Chandana planned to wear her half-sari.

On the first day of the holidays, we went to AppleBees for dinner. Yum! Just thinking of the food served there makes me hungry! We felt really full and had no room for desert.  But it was still a great dinner and we all waddled into the car.