A Good Poet

Language and I never go together. I have horrid spellings and grammar (thank god we have MS word and other softwares that can correct the spelling mistakes). The very thought about language brings the very look of my language papers. I used to have red lines under every single line that i write with utmost care, indicating erroneous spellings. Now, that is enough of an introduction about my language skills. What I intended to write was this insident which took place when I was in +2. I had joined Santa Maria Academy, one of the oldest CBSE schools in town for +1. All the teachers were old, worth respecting, dedicated and well equiped for the profession, But they well not up-to date about the happenings outside their subject (u'll know why), especially the language teachers. For one of our versification competitions, I had to take part as a member of my team , which was lagging behind for over all scores. We could never cope-up with the rest of the teams as we had all losers (other that me of course). The desporate house captain and the teacher-in-charge was pushing every damn soul in the team for every possible competition for saving their name and I happened to be their scape-goats too.
Till I got into the hall where Versification competition was being held, I had no clue that I would be competing in senior section - hindi versification competition. To add to the misery was the truth that I had never touched a hindi book after 7th grade. As I entered, I saw some scribbling on the board and that happened to be the topic. I gathered all my spirits to read it. With bitter failure and whith least shame, I asked my junior to read it for me, He gave a weird stare and read it aloud "KSHITHITH LALIMA" or "The red horizon". He turned away his face and mumbled to his friend "Our senior is too good with Hindi"; I threw a deaf ear towards his comments and giggles. I affirmed myself that I had sucessfuly completed the first stage, now the second stage was to find what it means.. with no hessitation, I turned around, I saw my friend treasa there, I waved and asked, what does "KSHITHITH LALIMA" mean, she wrote "The red horizon" on papaer and passes it to me.

So, my first two targets were over and I was left with other two- to compose and to write the whole damn thing. As I started penning down the bits and pieces of hindi words that came in my mind, I realised that I had problem with every single alphabet. I had almost forgotten a few of the alphabets, let only the words. I asked my friend for every word that i had a problem with.. alas, our old hindi teached came to my rescue. I explained the whole situation and she helped me out with all the words that i could not write. She was being very sweet.. May be cos.. I was one of those goodie goodie students who wish the teachers with a big smile..

My first line was very clichéd..
Suraj Nikhalta hey purab mei (sun rises in the east)
Suryast hota hey pashchim mei (sun sets in the west)
Kitna sundar hey yea suraj (how beautiful is this sun)
Suraj sa sundar koi nahi (there is non thats more beautiful)
for the rest.. pls follow the link :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQo-Tue5qmE

And I won the second place..!!!! Thank god plagiarism was never checked.
Blingaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa