What I've wanted to be

I've been pretty ambitious since I was a toddler. Problem is, I keep changing who I want to be. I've changed precisely eleven times (I've counted!). The first person I've wanted to be was an astronaut at the wee age of three. Then inventor (I still have no idea what I meant to invent in the first place). After inventor, I wanted to become a scientist. I didn't know what kind of scientist, but I knew I wanted to become one. After that, author. I seriously think that every bookworm wants to become an author at some point in their life, so I'm an example of that. Anyways, that lasted longer, about three years. Then I decided to become an architect, but nothing came of it. After we came to India, I got inspired by my aunt and decided to become a biologist of all the things in the world! I finally realised that biologist rhymes with science. So another one gone. Then, we had our home renovated. That made me architect crazy again. And then my mom explained to me - to be an architect, you have to be able to draw. *sigh*. Another dream shattered. Soon after the obsession passed, I began thinking about (eeewww!) choreographing!! Luckily, I realised soon enough that I wasn't exactly Shiamak Davar, so I forgot about it. Then, the inevitable, the thing that happens to all girls, the AIR HOSTESS!!! It still gets on my nerves to think of this. But one look at the insane timings and I was back to normal again. But then alas! another fever betook me! Upon watching Emeril and Nigella strut their stuff, I took up the mantle of Chef! That one lasted ages, half the people who know me know me as ' Le Chef Abolee'. My wiki has a separate page for recipes and I used to watch Food Channel like my life depended on it. I got over that one pretty late. And then... the journalist monster struck! It had been rearing its ugly head at me for a few months. But no, then I found refuge in the glamorous post of actress. I'm still on that one, but I don't know if I have the looks for it. I hope that I'll just get one lucky break, like a chance to audition or something, and I'll do my best!

Poem

One more poem folks! This time about politics in school. In case you want to know why, in our school, the politics is over the top. So I decided to write a poem on it!
Note from the poet: All the names in this poem are fake. Anyone with a same or a similar name or a person knowing anyone with a same or similar name, please, no offence meant! And do take it lightly!

SCHOOL POLITICS

The politics in school,
Is unbearably dirty,
You'd better be careful,
Kids can get pretty shirty.

Gossiping, and all those shocking scandals
Did you know? Neha hit Rohit with her sandals!
Half of the time I just can't believe
When my friend throws a chit on my head I get peeved.

I never knew boys and girls could stoop so low,
Talkin' 'bout how she slapped his face just so
Don't they have other work to do?
Can't believe that they're gossiping inside the loo!

And when Priya told her ex-best friend's secrets
To her brand new, sparkling best friend,
What did the ex do?
Take the class on her head!
Small kids would be running home, and what would they say?
Mummy, Mummy, two girls were fighting in VIII F today!

Sometimes its hilarious,
Sometimes scary,
Oh God! I really don't care who Aditya will marry!
And so what if Ritvik's got one more fake wife?
Is it going to make any difference in my life?

Sometimes I just feel like leaving it all,
I don't care who Isha went with to the mall!
It's affecting my studies so I don't care.
Let Saili go to the movies with a bear!