Nessler's reagent,Magnason reagent ,pottasium dichromate,lead peroxide,diphenile amine,burner,flames,ashes,fumes...no! I'm not mugging up chemistry...but this is how my brain looks when I enter the chemistry lab...We,like the scared goat in front of the lion's den stand in line outside..the much dreaded chemistry lab...I love the chemistry lab when compared to others...it actually fascinates me..Just imagine adding NaOH to magnese salt and TADA!...it changes black..but then the show is not over..just add a few drops of water and just like that it changes into bright shade of pink..Now see why I love the chemistry lab...?..
But i dread it too...O.K now i know it has become kind of an oxymoron..but thats the truth and the reason is the...analysis scheme...see its the nature of the teachers to kill the joy..(no offence meant)..
but yeah the scheme is our ticket to get into the amusing world of coloured solutions...bright flames..and cool experiments..and we have to earn one every week..I enjoying studying the scheme...but one look from our chemistry miss..everything just vanishes..she says.."ok geethika...say the test for sulphate" and once again the confusion about which i mentioned earlier forms smoke in my mind..
me: miss...um..ehem..
miss: geethika!...I have'nt got all day and neither hav u..
me: yes miss...i got it...Bacl2 test
miss gives me a sharp look.."ok take your salt and go!"....i sigh with relief and grab my salt tin..Oops!..(everybody who knnows me might me knowing how clumsy i am) and down goes the salt tin..both miss and i stare down at it..gulp!..she made me clean the place..phew! thats the least punishment i expected anyways...
i picked up the refilled tin and walked carefully to my place...why carefully?..because i was balancing the salt tin,2 test tubes,a test tube holder and a matchbox in my hands..
no wonder why people say that i never learn from my mistakes..hehe...so finally i was ready...but the big question was..to do WHAT?...
i figured that i should ass NaOH first..no positive result..next conc.H2SO4...and poured it into the test tube..OUCH!...a cry emerged from another corner of the lab..my friend had spilled con.HCl on her hand...and after that a couple of dramatic scenec occur..like miss running towards her and making her hold her hand in cold water...she with her eyes shut tightly...and after that calmness spreads...
but MY confusion never ends....i add pottasium chromate instead of pottasium dichromate...and now i know that a "di" can make all the difference...i went with a watch glass for ash test and test tube for flame test...where in fact it should've been ulta..i added HNO3 to ash test and H2SO4 to flame test..(i did that right)..and then the worst thing happened...my filter paper burnt and created a hole on itself..abd finally when i am about to unveil the mysterious salt...the bell rings...and a voice says..."everybody clean ur places and clear the lab in 2 minutes..."...and there goes one a a half hours of complete confusion...i exhale deeply as i hand over the now yellow lab coat to some friend (of course i forgot to bring mine..) i trudged to the class...
HOME..many great writers may define home to be a place filled with love and care. I am not contradicting their words..I too think its true..but in my house its in a different way...If u check our daily schedule you'll see what i mean..ok..
its 5.30..usually in ordinary households mothers would just have begun to stir..but in our 'extraordinary' household mom,dad and me would be up and about by this time...However my sis would still be fast asleep. Mon will be in the kitchen bustling over the stove and sink...she has to get to office early today..and dad would be ironing my sis's uniform and himself getting ready for office.
And i would probably be running up and down the staircase..searching for a sock,my water bottle..or most likely...my record books..I turn on the tap (which is terribly slow) and play the music in high volume..(just imagine the state of mom and dad...and most importantly the neighbors...as temple songs + my music = total chaos)..Its 6 in the morning.."TURN THE VOLUME DOWN!!" yeah thats my mom's voice ringing..(even above the rock beat)..I obey and continue my endless search for lost books..
At 7..its my sis's turn to wake up..she does it as slow as a snail..she takes her own time and finally leaves at a honk from her school van.
By this time i would be walking around with a pair of ribbons in my hand and searching for a comb..(its one of the rare times i use one)..Mom starts tying my hair..Now get ready...wait for it..."your hair is so untidy...when was the last time you shampooed it"??!!..HERE it is..."Oh mom..i am late"...
i groan and finally stuff a dosa down my throat and gulp water and i run to open the gate...i run with one shoes on and the other foot bare..(of course i didn't get time to put it one...)
In between all this...anybody may wonder..is there time to exchange words of love??
actually its a very genuine question...but i don't know how we manage it..
so THIS is my home sweet home...
I generally hate or rather dislike wednesdays...the main reason is that i hav to wear my white uniform churidar...not that i hav anything against white churidars,but anybody would feel irritated if the top,botton and the shawl of the churidar is of different shades of white...different shades of white??? u may wonder natuarally...but if u just visit my home u'll see exactly wat i mean...But today morning was even worse...my churidar had suddenly developed bluish streaks on it!!!...Oh my God!...i was relly speechless wid anger...i sweared churidar..(bcos i generally dnt lyk dem...) and the ujala company (for inventing such a useless thing!!)...i poured some water on it and hung it to dry...thats when my dear frnd sent me a message..which goes like dis.."Hi! geethu...goodmorning and hav a wonderful day.." I felt relly relly angry wid him for sending such a meaningless message wen my day had started disastrously (poor frnd..he did'nt even knw my state of mind..)..after puting on a wet dress i went down searching for a pair of socks...and do u knw wat i ended up wid?? A designed sock and a plain one...dis was the limit!! i ransacked my cupboard as well as my sis's to find a like pair...and not surprisingly...i cud'nt find one...the clock was ticking...it was tym to leave...i put on the designed sock on one feet and the plain one on the oder..thats wen i realized that i had forgotten to polish my shoes...i put on the dirty shoes on and tuk my bicycle...i waved gudbye to mom...and started pedalling...and alas! i had a puncture in the back tyre...i got down,pushed the cycle to the workshop,missed the usual bus,reached skul late,earned a glare frm my teacher for the dirty shoes...and the wednesday had turned out to be an awful one..
