Thursday, March 31, 2016

Switzerland Diary - Mount Titlis Cliff Walk

I was standing right in the middle of the swinging bridge, with my hands tightly holding onto the railing. The wind was whispering and moaning while carrying snow particles. It was the kind of strong winds I had never experienced before in my entire life. Not only were they freezing cold, they were also strong enough to push me to the other railing of the bridge if I was stupid enough to let go for a second. Every time I turned my face towards them, it was like receiving a cold, tight slap from nature.


My parents were far behind. I could see them struggling against the force too. I was nearly at the end so I spread my arms and ran along its remaining length.


This had definitely been scary. My face felt frozen, like my legs and arms. The wind was still howling in our ears. When Mom and Dad caught up with me they had what-were-you-crazy-enough-to-run look on their faces.


The two other people behind us came and asked “How do we get down?’


We said “What?”


They raised their voices “How do we get down?”


We just shrugged. There was a cabin nearby and the staff inside looked pretty cheery when they saw us, which I thought weird, especially since the entire thing felt like a life-and-death situation.


“Oh, no” said the man, when Dad asked him if there was any other place to go on the peak where we were standing. “You can either take that way”- he pointed towards a snowy path where the snow was being practically whipped by the wind- “or you can walk back to the other side by the bridge.”


We said we’d take the bridge again.


The first time getting across had been scary because there had only been five people on it totally, including the three of us, so it suddenly felt like it was the wrong way. But then we saw all these other people on the other side getting ready to cross it and we felt instantly relieved.


The second time was much more fun and hilarious. The bridge swinging now felt normal and everyone had their coats flying around their heads, and bags trying to soar, and snow hitting their faces. It was humorous to see everyone.


We later found out that the bridge we’d crossed twice was actually the highest suspension bridge in Europe, and had also been called one of the scariest bridges in the world (no argument there).


Mom said, had she known this earlier, she would have never attempted this.

Dad and I said cheerily “Wanna go again?”


Mom said NO, she was fine.


Tuesday, March 29, 2016

To all future CBSE 9th graders

School ended more than a week ago, leaving us less than one more  week before we reach 10th grade.

To be honest, ninth grade seemed to be the longest year of our lives. At the beginning of the year, we were glowing; at the end, everyone looked dazed.

Teachers would love to make us scared out of our wits. They’d say how much of a traumatizing effect ninth would have on all of us, and how hard it was, and only the strong-minded managed to make it out alive. At  the end of every spiel, we’d exchange nervous looks with each other and look up in desperation.

Of course, the teachers didn’t actually say all this out loud,but it was clearly implied when they talked.

Then of course, we had friends to assure us, that all this was true. But, they said, tenth grade was much more easier.

I know this all sounds like we had been condemned to hell last year, but trust me all future ninth-graders when I tell you the experience wasn’t that bad. Well, not as much as it was told to us anyways.   

The truth is, 9th grade was different from previous grades, which made it hard.

To move on to lighter notes- nearly one week of vacation still left!

Of course, I’m pretty sure no one can survive a vacation, a week, a day or a few hours, without the benefactor of mankind, which is wi-fi.

Whoever can survive without wi-fi, in my opinion, deserves a medal, because in most houses, nearly everything runs on wi-fi (human beings included).

Friday, March 25, 2016

And then there were none

Yesterday I watched the 1945 film “And then there were none”, based on the book by Agatha Christie!

It was really entertaining, even though the end was nothing like how the book said. The pretty girl, Vera and the dashing guy who turned out not to be Philip Lombard, but his friend, managed to escape the island, possibly getting married after they reached home. The movie had also altered the crimes and names of some people, but other than that, it was nearly the same.

I’d read the book before from our school library. According to everyone, it’s one of the best books Agatha Christie has ever written.

Chocolate syrup was used in some of the old black-and-white movies as fake blood, like in the Hitchcock movie, “Psycho”, which I should have probably known earlier so that I could have prevented freaking out over the gruesome scenes.