Neha. Warsaw. IB. HOLA!


Old Town, Warsaw

Powsin Park. One of my favourite places in Warsaw :)

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Helena Beat - Foster the People

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Lukas Podolski: Polish player playing against Poland :P

6th September 2011. I’ll be brutally honest with you when I say that I have not enjoyed living in Poland as much as I should have. The weather is dismal, the people don’t smile enough, my school isn’t as good as it could be… But I have been here almost 7 years! And though the weather gets me down quite a bit, Polska has definitely carved a place for itself in my heart. And yesterday was a blatant reminder of that fact.

The Poland vs. Germany friendly, preceding the much anticipated Euro 2012 (to be held in this land) took place today. I do not really follow football too closely, I watched the World Cup with great interest last year, and do admire many football players, but unlike tennis and cricket, I was not raised on the sport. But hey, Poland vs. Germany is like a national event! (You might know that Klose and Podolski are Polish). And so my father and I sat and watched the game.

As with all sporting matches, there was a lot of shrieking and cursing at the television. But just how emotional I got, was incredibly surprising. We were winning 2-1 by around the 90th minute (extra-time), and I felt elated. This was going to be the first time Poland would beat Germany in 15 years! BUT THEN, the Germans, to whom losing seems to be an alien concept, scored in LITERALLY THE LAST SECOND.

And I was furious.

Once my rage settled, it turned to amusement.

I felt/feel so patriotic towards Poland! I might as well have been cheering for India…

In retrospect, life here has not been all that easy. It took me too a long a time to stop missing my friends in Bombay, and the life I’d left behind in the sub-continent. And settling down here was rough to say the least. But I have grown up here, and I’ve made friends here that I hope are for life. My school, as many flaws as it has, raised me. Some of the teachers I have known since I first got here, a tiny, timid little Indian kid. Ok maybe I wasn’t all that timid. But I do sometimes wonder, do those teachers sometimes look at me and say ‘Wow, I knew her as a 10 year old, she’s grown up into a good kid!’ I hope so. I hope I’ve turned out ok. I’m almost done with my school life, and I do feel grateful and happy to have experienced some of the things I have. Good and bad experiences, I’m grateful for them all. Because today, right now, I’m happy. About everything. About myself, my present, and i’m optimistic and excited about what the future has to hold.

If I could change the past, I wouldn’t choose any other place to have moved to.

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I feel slightly shallow for this! But hey, Denver is almost home ;p

Still dreaming about beautiful Colorado…

Tomorrow I’ll be meeting my friends for the first time since summer break began. And from there, its back to the grind. Let the games begin.

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Free Fallin’

Its been an incredibly busy past few weeks, what with school opening next week and my ‘work-experience’ at Mattel. I see the days flying by, without having gotten much progress in terms of the multiple essays that need completion… but being at Mattel, though it seems to gobble all my time, has definitely been beneficial in more ways than one. I always love being in the city, I’m from Bombay after all! Living in the suburbs has definitely not waned my love for being surrounded by the bustling energy and constant movement. Though I’ve lived in Poland for such a long time, i’m not exactly an expert when it comes to Warsaw. But working in the city has given me the opportunity to walk around and EXPLORE! And, I love working on the 31st floor of the building! The panoramic view is utterly gorgeous. Especially when there’s a storm outside, and heavy clouds take spectacular form. The work itself has been pretty good too. I’ve met lots of wonderful people, attended meetings (which evoked some serious nostalgia! I played with the very toys they were discussing strategies of- Hot Wheels, Barbie, Polly Pocket (though in my time, polly really could fit in your pocket), UNO, even WWE figures (yes, I know who The Undertaker is- I had a wonderful childhood in a wonderful building called Belvedere Court in Bombay, where we kids loved things ranging from Oprah to Pokemon to Full House to Clifford to Wrestling. I remember in a geography test, they asked what WWF stands for- no prizes for guessing what I wrongly wrote!), gone for video shoots, gone to toy shops to analyze displays and check competitors prices (I realised it had been waaay too long since i’d last been in a toy store, I ended up spending double the time I had to- i’m still a kid!) analyzed prices, discovered the world of potty’s… yes, Fisher-Price is a division of Mattel, and one of my tasks involved analyzing prices for different models of nocniczkis. Who knew that modern pottys have convenient features such as music, built in flushes and toilet paper panels all tastefully included. When I was in the stage of my life that required me to use said ‘device’, I cant say I recall any voice telling me ‘well done’ or pleasant music playing as I did my business… well, depends what you call music ;p haha. Sorry.

But the highlight was definitely having the chance to attend the music video shoot for the polish version of Mattel’s new brand, Monster High’s, ‘fright song’ with polish-czech teen pop sensation, Ewa Farna. Haven’t heard of her? Me neither. But she’s supposed to be very popular in this part of the world, and has made QUITE a fortune for being associated with Monster High. I’m just a year younger than her, and if I were to add all my earnings though my entire life, I’ve probably not even earned the cost of her socks! Well, maybe her socks. Unless she wears like silk Dior socks or something. But I don’t think those exist.

Anyway, being at the shoot was like a revelation. As the daughter of a banker, most adults I interact with are either in the corporate world, or are… socialite mothers. But the ‘adults’ here were totally different- they seem to have the most fascinating lives and careers! (Obviously) I knew these careers exist, but I’d never been directly exposed. From hair-stylists, make-up artists, costume designers, production managers, the director… its like a whole new world! And though I was there with Mattel’s marketing people and so was not involved with the production in any way, I have to admit, the make-up artist and the director’s job’s were sooo much more interesting than marketing! Watching the make-up artist using a palette of colours and transforming people, watching the director work, making all these decisions… he also happened to be the ‘director of photography’, and so watching him work- make the camera take the same shot in multiple angles, was really, really fascinating. I wish I could have attended the editing of the clip! Still, im very much looking forward to seeing the end product!!

The only negative thing about being at the shoot however, is that fact that ‘Monster Monster High Monster High Monster Monster High’ seems to start playing in my mind at every opportune moment. Since the lyrics were in polish, all I can sing is the chorus. So monster monster hiiiigh monster monster hiiiigh… GODDAMNIT! (check their youtube page if you’re interested).

They’re a good company, they make great toys, they’re charitable, people love working there… if anything, I’m now a little more excited about growing up and working. And the cherry on the cake about my Mattel experience, aside from all the invaluable exposure I received, and of course, my newfound knowledge about advancement’s in the potty industry, is the fact that Mattel has given me 400zl budget to buy any Mattel product I’d like! So my dear friends can probably expect to get a barbie doll for their birthdays this year! This company is too cool. Maybe in the future i’ll work for them, maybe even design new nocniczkis! Ahh thats another idea- product design… hm.

AND NOW. Reality. Extended Essay. Writing emails to gallery owners, book sellers, authors… its a time consuming process! I havn’t been able to foucs so much on the writing, but the research to do is so vast! Hussain was an incredible man, and I want to make sure my essay is well balanced. This does mean that once school opens, i’ll face the daunting task of assembling my research and making an argument (Yes, I am behind task!). No, its not really daunting, except with no background in art history, writing about art might prove challenging. I’m more than mentally prepared, though!

I don’t want to talk about World Literature.

I also don’t want to talk about my paper mache atomic bomb, which collapsed yesterday.

Ah, so much to do, so little time…

Pankhuri&Me circa 2004. height difference!

22nd August: Happy Janmashtami! Today happens to be the day Lord Krishna was born, and is another day I wish could have been spent in India, at the ISKON in Chowpatty, singing Hare Krishna along with the hundreds of other devotees…

I do believe in god, and am especially devoted to Lord Krishna (non-Hindu reader may find this an incredibly bizarre statement). I have wonderful memories of going to the temple with my best friend Pankhuri: singing bhajans (though not quite knowing the exact words!), eating the supremely delicious temple food (they said their secret recipe was love :)), nervously performing plays there (I remember playing the part of Krishna’s father Vasudev, dhoti and all!), going up to get Maharaj’s blessings in half-fear half-excitement, running around the place playing tag with the other kids, whiling away time at the temple store gazing at the selection of beautiful books, miniature deities and other gorgeous objects… then going home and playing ‘Krishna Art’ and ‘Krishna Land’ with Pankhuri and Paavani while eating their mother’s mouthwatering offered food, always elated to discover a tulsi leaf in our helpings…

You probably didn’t understand most of the above, but thats ok ;p

Paavani and Pankhuri, also lived in Belevedere Court with us in Bombay and were Vedika’s and my best friends throughout our time spent there. Its safe to say that we met them every single day. Unfortunately, we have lost touch these past 6 years, but there’s still a picture of Pankhuri and me stuck on my bulletin board. Last week, I got news of her engagement. Im still in slight shock, its extremely difficult for me to imagine her a married woman! and the possibility that I won’t be present at her wedding is also a little hard for me to come to grips with. I don’t truly get attached to people easily, but my love for Pankhuri and the plethora of cherished memories are forever ingrained in my heart. After all, she’s the one who converted me to a Krishan Bhakt and gave me a sense of belief and faith in God, without which I would definitely not be the same person as I am today.

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Jana Gana Mana - The Indian National Anthem

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Happy Birthday, India

15th August: Today marks India’s Independence day. 64 years ago, the British Raj was finally eradicated from my long suffering country. India’s independence isn’t just a history lesson, my family lived through it. My grandparents fled to India when the partition from Pakistan took place. The struggles they faced upon arriving on Indian soil aren’t just any stories from a long ago past.

Its on days like this that I truly miss my motherland. The euphoric celebrations throughout the streets, the tricolour flag flying high: the level of national pride felt is tangible in the air. When I lived in India, Independence day was greatly looked forward to- for one, we had a half day in school! We had to wear traditional Indian attire to school, sing beautiful patriotic songs…Ah, I clearly remember when we finally sang Jana Gana Mana, the national anthem, every single person had to stand up and sing- the unison singing created this magical vibration, causing a wave of goosebumps to travel through the large auditorium: the swell of pride and love for our country was unanimously felt as we hoisted the flag flying high… breathtaking.

National pride is something that is very much prevalent in my life; as one of the few Indians in my international school- I often feel like an ambassador of sorts to my country. And of course, being so far away from the realities that face my nation, I have an unabashedly romantic perception of India. Why not? We celebrate the craziest, most fun festivals that the variety of religions present in the country have to offer. Growing up, we celebrated holidays ranging from Christmas, Eid and Buddha Jayanti to Hindu festivals like Ganesh Chaturti, Janamashthami, Durga Puja, Holi and Diwali… and of course: the food is insanely delicious, the movies are ridiculous, its architecture, heritage and culture are rich and fascinating- its a vast country with so much to offer. Each state offers a unique experience.

The Indus civilization is the one of the oldest in the world. Our history dates back to almost 7000 BCE. And what a fascinating, glorious history it is! From the Maurya and Gupta and Mughal Empires to Colonial rule and the struggle for freedom…

If there’s one clear regret I have about missing out on an Indian education, its this: I do not know enough about India. I studied British History in great detail (right from 1066 to present day!) in school, and missed out on learning about any Indian history. What little I know, is from the Amar Chitra Katha comic books! Right now I am swarmed with school work, but I cannot go on to becoming an adult without any clear knowledge about my heritage. And my lack of knowledge on the array of problems that face the country at present- from overpopulation and poverty to corruption- if I seriously consider my role as an ambassador in my school, I am aware I make a terrible one. Sure, I can glorify Indian food, art and dance at length, and even talk about Mughal Emperors, but I’m no authority. The knowledge I possess isn’t substantial enough. And that is a sad, almost embarrassing fact. Yes, living so far away from home invariably makes it difficult to maintain a strong connection. But I have an innate love for India. I am determined to be a better Indian national, and so I vow to read more, learn more. In art, i’m currently focusing on the theme of ‘identity’. Being Indian is a major part of my identity- my past, present and future (no matter what citizenship I may ultimately end up holding for reasons of convenience!) and it definitely cannot be ignored.

On this special day, I celebrate being Indian.

Happy Independence day, fellow Indians! May the force be with us! Jai Hind.

“Got our friends, got the night, we’ll be alright!”. THANK YOU for taking me bowling today. I love you kids, and I hope our ties will only strengthen with time :)



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