At Mungo's -2 (The operation)

"Come on, hurry! We should get started by now", exclaimed Oura to her fellow Healers.
"Yes, madam", replied her assistant.
She brought the super-sterile flask, poured some water out of her wand and mixed some disgusting burned-skin blackish coloured potion in the flask. She muttered a spell and a flame shot out of her wand. She hovered the flask over her heating wand and the potion started bubbling. Then, Wourach watched her with fascination as she crushed and added some Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans to it and then the fumes came out of the flask and the potion splurting out with it. An obnoxious smell filled the room. Wourach shrugged. But all the Healers looked as if it smelled like Pumpkin Juice. Then Oura took the potion and added some leaves of the Wincktrough plant, as Oura had once told him, to the potion. The leaves seemed to be rejecting their forceful entrance to that horrid, now purple colored, flask and teared up into two as soon as they touched the bubbling spluttering colloid.

She flicked her wand in complicated patterns Wourach could not follow and muttered some poetic incantations. Finally the potion stopped its itch and was reduced to a concentrated mass of its own. Oura then flicked her wand over the mass and it turned into a normal Muggle-like-Capsule.

"Take it immediately, 'Vander, it would go dry in precisely thirty seconds if not ingested", said Oura urgently.
Ollivander took it and with a trembling hand and swallowed it with his Coffee. Arthur Weasley had once introduced him to coffee for which he instantly developed a liking for.

And then, he did not move. Ollivander paralised on his bed.

"What has happened to him?"asked Wourach worriedly.
"Just temporary sleep to get him through the operation, now don't ask questions and remain patient. It's a risky and complicated procedure from this moment on, and I need complete focus. Anya, Wourach, stay here. Rest, go. You two wait outside the door with emergency supplies."
"Anya, I believe you remember what happens when the potion starts acting?"asked Oura.
"It travels through the body, goes to the brain, divides and spreads and settles in all folds of the brain," answered Oura.
"Great, then lets get started!" beamed Oura.
"Okay ma'am. Should I get 'The Sack'?"
"No the extension charm won't work, I thought I told you."
"Sorry ma'am, but you did not."
"Okay, then I told you now. It's not time to argue!Now get the Fullery."
"The Fullery? It hasn't been used in years! Do you think his knowledge is that vast?"
"Hurry! These are orders, no time for debate!"
"Sorry."
She ran past her. With the help of the two healers waiting outside, the gigantic silvery white instrument shaped like a large gramophone was brought into scene.
"Anya, place your wand on his head and you know what to do."
The tip of her wand touched his head and slightly pricked it as if Ollivander had an oddly placed dimple.
"Obliviatus totalus!"
A white light spread in a circle of small radius around the tip of her wand on his head. After a few seconds, the light rippled.
"Wourach, quick."
He knew what to do well enough. Oura, Anya and Wourach had discussed, revised and recited the procedure through and through a hundred times. Then a few interns, despite getting a disapproval from Oura's side came in to join the discussions, to pursue their academic interests. Now they were standing outside the door as emergency healers team.
Wourach placed his wand and its tip made a slight click with Anya's wand.
He suddenly felt himself attached to the wand, as if some invisible force was crawling up his arm and binding him to his wand. Anya now removed her wand but the whitish light remained.
Oura tightly grasped Wourach's hand for she knew it was physically impossible, for even a grown up wizard to complete this transfer alone.
Anya placed her wand at the intersection of hands and directed her gaze towards Wourach and then Oura.
"Wourach, remember, focus. That's all and it's done."
He nodded, closing his eyes tightly. Nobody would've even concentrated this hard during their NEWTs.
Slowly warmth filled his whole body. Then he experienced a tingling feeling as if his wand had left his hand and entered his arm. But he also felt his arm gripped tightly to something.
"Now," Oura said to Wourach.
He put all his strength in imagining himself cutting the wand into small microscopic pieces and extracting the pieces of information he needed. Whenever he took out a piece it grew into a silvery-white strand as if it were ghost's hair.
After what seemed like a lifetime, he completed the task. But this could not be seen by anyone. It was all in his head. Then suddenly his eyes relaxed, though they were still closed. Now he heard a voice.
"Manville Marks Odysseus," someone cried.
Wourach felt like all his blood, his body was going into that hand, like he was going to concentrated like that capsule, but it was over in a moment. A second later he felt his eyes open involuntarily and saw nothing but flashing light hit his eyes. This was no heaven light, just Mungo's illumination. He felt the hand loosen its grip, his wand now free and dropping to the floor with a slight noise. Next he turned to see Anya and Oura, both standing pleased with themselves and proud of him. He saw behind both women the Gramophone-lookalike. He peeped into the hole. It looked like they had created a Pensieve, full of memories. Full of memories of his teacher.
Ollivander, he had forgotten about his health during the operation. He turned to look towards him. He still lay asleep.

At Mungo's

It. was late. Dark. Silence so loud that you'd want to cover your ears. Light so bright that you'd go blind by looking at it. It was a mess. An organised mess.

Wourach, son of the wandmaker, stood in silence. He had done what he had to. Years of deathly pain which  engulfed his father, the knowledge had finally passed to him, his heir.

***

"You know the that chances are very low. You're One-Hundred-and-Twelve, for god sakes!All of us know that you are already dying, why let the last years of your life end in ruthless pain? What if we fail? What if you end up harming your son? He is just a child 'Vander, he is not aware of the consequences! For my sake, for his sake, please stop this, let it go. There are other ways we could.."

"Calm down, Oura, he is safe, he will be, don't worry. I called him "my son" for a reason. I knew he was capable. I knew that I had to do this, I knew exactly a day would come to pass my knowledge to someone else. Time has not changed a bit. With Voldemort gone, the Death Eaters fled for their lives. But their was one who remained faithful, even though it was clear he died, she died too, but just like him, she lived.Just like him, we don't know why, but she sure wants something desperately, so badly she'd kill her followers, even if they are minuscule in number. We knew she was a cruel witch.", interrupted Ollivander as he laid down in his bed.

"So you're saying she's back?",inquired Oura ,the healer, apparently forgetting about what she and her colleagues were going to do.

"Not, yet.", Ollivander made a dramatic pause."Not yet, but yes, she will be soon. There is only one more soul that knows this other than us three. No there was one more, I'm not sure.", He thought for a while. "Ah, yes there is ... no, was. He died when that dragon broke out of Gringotts. Only we three heard it. Only we three knew it.",Ollivander sighed.
"Sir, who are those two who know this?",asked Wourach excitedly who seemed to be absent from the room till now.
"That, my son, is something I leave you to find out yourself. Though I can tell you something about that "Incident". Those were horrible days. I was tortured. But then when I was alone in the dark for what seemed like ages, two others were thrown in with me. It was just before the Dark Lord's downfall. We did not see it. We heard it happen. We felt it. She locked all the doors. A person lay there sobbing. And the next thing, screams, screeching our ears. Over them a cackle.A Merciless cackle. And then, silence.

***

"I hope that you are ready,"said Oura, her voice hardly audible because of her nervousness.
"Even best healers like you need a steady hand, Oura. You want it to be a success?",asked Ollivander.
"Yes",replied Oura timidly.
"Then be confident. I completely trust you dear."

She did not reply. She tried to control her tears but she couldn't. One of them just trickled out on her cheek.
Then came all the healers in Room Number D42A with their equipment. The equipment was gigantic. Humongous. Wourach immediately started examining the equipment with keen eyes. He hardly seemed to realize what he and his teacher were going to do. It was a fatal "process", for both Ollivander and Wourach. Ollivander knew he had to and he said he could suffer the endless pain which the procedure guaranteed for a month before he'd die. Wourach, on the other hand, just an adolescent would have to suffer a great deal more than Ollivander, if it went wrong. 

Our Classroom 9th-C.......... as a structural and functional unit.

MONFORTIANS.... YOUR CLASSROOM ISN'T A CLASSROOM ANYMORE!!

THE CELL , so small it is. But have you ever noticed a cell of size as bug as a classroom?
Yes , I have. In fact it is as big as a classroom because it is our classroom itself! Have you ever observed the classroom is designed as a big model of the cell . But this cell is wierd. It has  a cell wall & many chloroplasts present only in plant cell but the centrall placed vacuole is shifted in the corner as in animal cell. Wonder what crap I've written? Let me tell you. To you it is a classroom but to me it appears like a cell.

The beginning is simple. The Outer Wall is the Cell Wall and the Inner Boundary , the Plasma Membrane. The Air present in the whole room can be considered as the Cytoplasm whereas The Teacher to be the Nucleus.It's because the teacher controls the class as the nucleus controls the cell. The Teacher's Table And Chair look structurally like the Endoplasmic Reticulum's   connected to the nucleus (teacher). Considering the Doors And Windows, they can be the Pores In The Plasma Membrane as the door allows us humans to enter and exit the class (cell) , the windows allow the air from outside to enter.

Have you ever observed the design of the Topmost Column of tiles?

xDon't they look like Stroma Lamellae in the Chloroplasts? The Cupboards in the corner act as Vacuoles and Leucoplasts as they store some material for the daily school activities and other requirements. Benches look like the Golgi Apparatus due to their network-like-structure. What is a class without Students? Yes, we are the Mitochondria's of the class. We produce the energy in the class and without us the class would br inactive like the cell witkout mitochondria. The Tube Light seems to be the Trapped Heat And Light Energy From The Sun whereas the Fans act like Lysosomes by cleaning the humid atmosphere of the class and replacing it with fresh air. But I would not like to compare them as the " Suicide Bags" as they aren't at all dangerous unless and until we ourselves are careless.

So friends, we saw an amazing but a wierd contrast ! So open your creative eye & visualize the world around you in a distinct manner from the vision of the normal eye!



                                                                                   

The final showdown - ICC WORLD CUP FINALS!!!

The wankhede stadium , mumbai ... the stadium for the final of ICC world cup 2011 with the Indian tricolour



"Today is the final showdown!"......."Its now or never!"......"Do or die!"....these are the lines I've been speaking in every sentence today.                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                 
Yes ! This is going to be an epic match for INDIA .                                                                      
                                                                                                                                                                 
"Aaj toh India ko hi jeetna hoga, Jeetna hoga mat bol India JEETEGI!"                              

It was so wonderful to see the fire crackers in the sky after the semis and the excitement for the finals increased from double to a ten times! Each and every Indian wishing team India good luck!

Mumbai - Where dreams become reality ,while other's dreams get crushed.... is the place for the finals of the ICC world cup 2011. Here we all Indians hope that India gets the first option.                                                                                                                                                            
                                                                                                                                                                    
Today Babloo is not sitting at home and watching on Tata Sky but has come to the               Wankede stadium. There's no TV serial today... no comedy show...but the match that           decides....  and only one cup... the cup of victory... the cup of pride.... THE CUP THAT      MATTERS!!!                                                                                                              

And at last "BLEED BLUE!!"

CCE- An eighth pass student's view

I do not have the experience of the class 10th board exams neither of the new CCE system. Of course! I am just promoted to class 9th , so what the hell do I know about any of these exams.

Yeah! As I wrote in the above statement I do not have the experience of class 10th but I know some of it as I have seen my sister following the new CCE pattern in class 10th during this year (2010-11) .It seems to me to be same as our usual class 6th to 9th exams , because they also had the same system of the regular weekly tests and the mid-term and the annual exams.



I have not come to the main topic yet!


In the previous years , when CCE was not introduced I saw the tenthies of my school whiling away time in school grounds. They looked like free birds who did not have any burden of studies on them. But this long break was enjoyed by them until the fierce winter months from september or october arrived (Once again! I don't have the exact idea). It looked as if the FREE BIRDS had been PERMANENTLY LOCKED in their cages . These cages were not of metal or gold or silver ... but it was the cage enclosed by the walls of books and notebooks. They were all busy dumping their heads in the study material and were hardly seen playing or enjoying.

After one year of the CCE system's introduction has gone, I have noticed that the tenthies are in less pressure than the board examination season but do not enjoy the new system of CCE either. The whole year is spent in tension of the exams occuring in every 7 days of the whole year approximately. One exam past, tension for the new one - this is the most negative factor of the CCE system. Some of them prefer to follow the old rule but some schools do not offer the old board examination system but only follow the present system of CCE. These students prefer to complete the thing in ONE GO.
Now there is Less pressure ! Reduced course (for 1 particular examination)! But for more time!
This shows that there are no roses without thorns.
Regarding the grading system , I would like to say that it is beneficial for the one who scores 90% and a great disappointment for the one scoring a hundred. Both stand the same in the view of the CCE. Both get an A1 for their score and so the actual difference of intelligence is not seen between the two people. It might be the person with the hundred works for 20000 per month whereas the one who scored 90% works for a lakh.

So now I have my final conclusion about the CCE :-

Though it a new system and I have no experience of it so I can't give the exact statement but in my opinion the CCE is a great benifit for some and not that good for the others. I am neither against nor in favour of the new system.

The CLATTER and The Blog

Hey! I am writing this because of the clatter in and around my house . It constantly bangs my eardrums and my brain is too busy to think . I know the sound pollution I'm talking about is no comparison to many others but still , everyone has a different limit of concentration . I think I'd score zero in this field but I don't want my mind to wander away and write a different story under this head .

Yeah the "BLAH! BLAH! BLAH!, ZWRRRRR! ZWRRRRR! , CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK!" fill up my head and leave me with very little brains or no brains to think how to frame these sentences . Believe me! I've put in a lot of concentration to write these lines you are reading .

I don't even care when I make loud  noises while listening music or watching TV at high volume but after this article , I'd be really careful next time thinking of the bloggers around me. Yeah! It is human nature to accuse something or someone else before seeing yourself and I see it to be true in my article .

Hope you got the message of the article , though not for the reason stated above but just for a little rest to your ears . And one day , you'd be proud of yourself that you didn't raise the volume up and had spent your whole life with sound.

                                              Through this post I've showed my support to a life with sound and still critcised it for the same reason. My final verdict is to live a life with sound but their must be a limit . This shows ," Anything too much or too less is not good."


                                                                                   

What I'm gonna write ?

I created this blog,
Without thinking What I'd do after making it,
My tiny little brain giving me no suggestions,
What to write, On what to write, Not even a bit,

And then I thought what to write,
In the midst of darkness I found some light,
To write about what I had gone through,
Thinking What I'm gonna write?

I gave the title "The Seeds to Read",
And had no idea What I'd make'em Read,
"What a brilliant move!", I said
And the next moment my head began to bleed
With the same thought that I had told you
But at last, my silly, stupid head
Had suggested me something to do,

It gave me this idea....
When it was Quater to ten in the night,
To post a poem on "What I'm gonna write?"

                                                          Hope you enjoyed reading this!!