Does history stop within the classroom walls….? Sonnet:Who She Once was…

Published January 12, 2016 by mittu0801

Hey peeps!

I know. I know. Im late ….. very late on my post……….

Anyways, A very happy new year to all of you. I hope you have a wonderful year ahead of you guys….. Its a new year , a new starts and a blank page to fill up with new memories 😀

So I was writing this sonnet which was originally for my english project but I thought it would be nice to post it up here as well! Its not all that great but its dear to me so I hope you like it! I am aware that it is talking about the statue of liberty but I am referring to all the important symbols and details that have lost importance to the newer generations over time…….


She stands by The New York harbor

305 feet tall with her head held high

A torch in her hand is held up to the sky

She was given to The States as barter

On her head sits a crown

With 25 windows and 6 spikes

From the top everybody looks like ants on the ground

On Facebook she has everybody’s likes

The orange flame of her torch lights the night

which once symbolized the light to freedom

Is now becoming merely a tourist sight

 Forgotten, is the statue of liberty’s importance

All due to people’s ignorance

that has now hit rock bottom

I am having my finals in two months, so wish me luck guys!!!! All the best to all of you who are writing the 10th and 12th finals this year as well! Hope you all do well 🙂

I hope you guys like it!

With that note I sign off,

Kaviya Aditi




We meet again!

Published November 11, 2015 by mittu0801

Hello amazing people!

I apologize for being absent for this long…… in all honesty I was very busy lately I didn’t get much time to write a post. Are you waiting for the post I promised last time? Well I have to hold it to myself for a while. However I did write a short story of my own. I would love for you to read it. Truth is that the first line was a story prompt used in my english paper. The story is pretty good but not all that great. I still want to post it here though. Tell me what you think of it :


My Angel Brother

It was a normal Monday morning and I was getting ready for school when a letter arrives. I eagerly rip it open hoping it was my brother writing to me. Here, let me introduce myself. I am Violet Waters. I lead a normal fifteen-year-old girls life—or at least I try to. My brother, Vincent Waters is the only family I have.

Our parents died when we were ten years old in a plane crash. Ever since their departure, our lives were never the same. Our aunt became our guardian. We live with her but she was hardly ever home, she was always away on work related trips. So it was just the two of us. He was my rock through it all. He was always there for me when I needed him. I could never imagine what life would be without him.

You must be wondering where he is now. You see, he won a seven-day trip to the USA. He had been writing to me everyday. Today was his last day there. He would be returning tomorrow.

Excited, I rip open the envelope. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next….

Dear Miss Waters,

          We hope this letter reaches you in good health. We are very sorry to inform you that your brother has met with a very serious accident here and is admitted in Johnsons Hospital, Washington DC. He wishes to see you immediately.

     Below we have attached a plane ticket for you to come here. Your flight departure is at 2:00 pm Monday, 23rd September. We hope you have a safe journey here.

Our Sincere Apologies,

The CEO of Trip4one


 My brother. In the hospital. I feel like it was history repeating itself. I felt a single tear slip from my eyes and trickle down my face. I watched as it hit the paper and blotted the ink. I felt my hands crush the paper. I felt my back hit the wall behind me. I slid down the wall and brought my legs to my chest. I felt my whole body tremble while I cried. I cried and cried and cried until I had no more tears left.

With tear stained cheeks I looked up to see the clock that read 11:00 am. I got up from where I was sitting and made my way to my room. I threw a few clothes into a duffle bag and neatly folded the piece of paper that held the tragic message and placed it in my school uniform pocket. I didn’t bother to change out of my uniform and left the house. I hailed a cab and asked him to drive me to the airport.

The drive to the airport, the flight trip, the drive to the hospital. It was all a blur. All I could think off at that moment was that my brother is in the hospital and I how I just might loose him. All the memories I spent with him, all the times he stood by me when I was weak, flashed before my eyes.

When I reached the hospital I asked the receptionist for which room my brother was in. I rushed to the room she told me. I stood in front of the door. My heart was hammering in my chest. I opened the door and came face to face with my brother laying on a bed. His face was very pale and he was wrapped in bandages. I could see the blood seeping through the bandages. I took my place next to him and held his hands. I felt his hands tighten around mine and his eyes fluttered open. He looked at me and gave me a weak smile.

A fresh batch of tears flooded my vision and came streaming down my face. I engulfed him in a hug and cried into his chest. I held him tight afraid that if I loosen my grip on him death will snatch him away from me. In a coarse voice he whispered to me “Hi Violet. I need you to know that everything is going to be all right as long as you stay strong. Don’t let this take away your light. I will always be there for you even if I am gone. I need you to be strong. I will always be there for you. I will be your guardian angel and will always look after you. No matter what happens don’t let it ever hinder your spirit. I will be right by your side. When I look down from heaven I want to be able to see my beautiful sister with a beautiful smile embracing her face.” He struggled to continue. I heard his heartbeat slow down in an alarming rate. “Violet… I will always love you my beautiful sister. I will always love ….. you.” He let out a sigh. I replied back though I know he wouldn’t be able to hear it – “ I love you too Vincent.”

At that moment I heard his last breath, his last heart beat resonate in my ears and the beeping machine next to his bed gave out a shrill beep and displayed a flat line that signaled that my brother was no more.

That was the last conversation I had with my brother. I will never forget that day. It was the day my life changed for better or for worse. Yet, here I am today, stronger than I have ever been. I have a successful life. I know he looks down at me and smiles. I know I have made him proud. Everyday, I look up to the sky and thank my brother for being their with me and every night I whisper an ‘ I love you’ to the picture of my brother that is on my bedside table. I will never forget my angle brother.


Its pretty emotional and to who ever can relate to it in any form you need to know you have to stay strong. If you lost someone you love , remember that the person would want you to be happy and move on with life. Sometimes the memories you made with that person would not seem enough but there is not much you can do about it. Don’t cry over the memories you made , smile when you think of them. Be happy for the little moments you got to spend with them. That person is in a better place now.

Don’t forget to like, follow,re-blog and share. It really helps and it would make me very happy 😀 !!!! Hope you all have a good day! Thanks for reading. I love you all   :*


With that note I sign off,

Kaviya Aditi



A Short Apology

Published August 30, 2015 by mittu0801

Hello there Amazing people!

I am so sorry if you were expecting a post this week. In all honesty, I did have a great topic for this week in my mind and I was very keen on typing it out for you all. However, I didn’t get much time to type and I might not post an update next week either. I did not want to post a post that was done in a haste and done just for the sake of it. I want what I write to reach my readers. A post that they want to carry on to others. If my readers take time to read my posts, I want to be able to give them the best I can offer. I want each sentence in my posts to depict the particular emotion which can not be done if it’s a half hearted post. I hope you would understand….. I am not tardy in the least bit,believe me!

My mid-term exams are approaching and I want to give it all I’ve got, after all it does carry 30% of my final GPA. Wish me luck!!!! Trust me, I will need all the luck you can give. I’m not going to let my nerves get the better of me this time. If you have any tips on how to calm your nerves leave it in the comment section below.

I feel so much remorse for not posting…… I will make up for it in the next post , I promise! Remember you are amazing, I believe you are amazing so you should believe it too! I love you all ❤ !

Now with that note I sign off,

Once again… I am really sorry

Kaviya Adit



Living surrounded by our own filth!

Published August 24, 2015 by mittu0801

Hey there amazing people!

I was walking down the street the other day and couldn’t help but notice the amount of junk  that occupies the side walk. It was almost like playing a game, trying to hop over all the rubbish strewn across the side walk. This got me thinking on how many times I would have done the same thing. I haven’t thrown garbage on the ground since I came back to India, but as a child I did it blindly, seeing as everyone around me did it as well. This is something we should realize! We are constantly setting an example for the people around us.

Lets take a moment to be honest here. How many of you have thrown something on the street, even if its just a chocolate wrapper? How many of you saw someone littering and didn’t do anything about it because you thought it was no big deal? Well, Let me clear this up for you, IT IS A PRETTY BIG DEAL! Even something as little as a wrapper is still littering. Ever since I came back to India I haven’t littered. I feel like when I don’t litter in another country, then I shouldn’t be littering in my own country either.

Almost everyday at least one of my friends would throw something on the ground. Every time I would have to ask them to pick it up or I would have to do it myself, usually they would just wave me off and every time I would give the same speech that if in our own country we can’t clean up after ourselves then who will?

I get so frustrated when a girl or a boy comments on the state of the sidewalks saying something along the lines of  “OMG! These roads na! When I went to US the roads were so clean! Chee its so dirty here!!!! ” Then that girl or guy would tiptoe over the junk in an overdramatic way. If its a girl, she would usually hold her hand up to gain balance and keep making disgusted sounds while tiptoeing. Fifteen minutes later, the same person would eat an german brand ice-cream and throw the ice cream paper on the floor and walk off like its none of their business. It’s moments like these that I completely loose it. In the US the roads are clean because they don’t litter or at least not as much as they do in India. Its also really funny how the girl or the guy get an american accent just after a week’s stay there!

So my school is taking us to The USA for excursion, the whole trip is actually to go to NASA but most of schoolmates, not all, are only going for the other events lined up for them. Like I mentioned before , almost everyday I would have to remind at least one of my friends to not litter, and yet again I saw one of my classmates throwing some wrapper on the floor, I asked her to pick it up and like usual she waved me off. I don’t think she expected the next thing I was going to ask her, ” When you go to The USA are you going to litter there as well ?” She replying “Obviously no.” It took her a moment to realize what I was hinting at because she picked up the wrapper with a sheepish smile. Why is it that when we know we won’t litter in another country, we still do it in our country ?

What are you waiting for ? For the government to impose heavy fines for whenever you litter, with security cameras monitoring your every move ?! Are you ???? Are we that immature that we have to wait till that moment to pick up after ourselves ? No we are not! We should open our eyes and see what we are doing to our own country. We are destroying it!

Now, you might tell me that that there is no other place to throw the garbage because there is no garbage bin. Well first off, the government has tried to keep dustbins on the street but they get stolen. We can’t blame the people who steal it though , India is still a country with a lot of poverty. Some people steal the bins so they can sell it and get some small amount of money. Now we can’t blame them, now can we ?

How many of you girls, who are reading this, carry purses while going out? Majority of girls do so. If you are a girl reading this , then take out your purse right now and go through the things in it. Be honest , you probably just found something you didn’t even know you owned, its probably also filled with other junk like empty lip balm boxes, empty mascara tubes,etc. When you can fit all that in your purse I am pretty sure you can put a piece of wrapper or a receipt in there so you can throw it once you get back home. As for the guys put it in your pockets so you can throw it once you get home. Its not like its going to take up a lot of space! Give it a thought. Its not just any land, it is your country,your land, respect it and help keep it clean. When you see someone else littering, its just as important to tell them to not litter.

In singapore, they have an hefty fine for littering and they have security cameras watching. People don’t dare litter fearing the fine because they know the government is not kidding when they talk about the fines.They also have STOMP which is an app in which the public can post eye witnessed stories on what happened. They know its their country so they keep it clean.

I hope this post helped open your eyes and made you realize that though what you were doing was just a small crime ,it still is a crime nevertheless. I hope no one took my post in an offensive manner, it wasn’t my intension.

Before I sign off, I want to write a short little thought that I came across. ‘When something bad happens to you, you have three choices. You can let it define you or destroy you or make you stronger.’ Its your choice. No one can carve your path in life except you and you only. Life is a journey where tragedies happen and memories are constantly being made. If we let these small mishaps define us, we would be living in the past for all of eternity. The same goes for letting it destroy us. Life as cruel as it is, is always looking for ways to push us down but we shouldn’t just lay there and let it win over us. We have to fight back and stand stronger and taller. The scars we have should only be signs of the tragedies we have overcome and signs on how much more stronger we are now. We should thank our pasts for the lessons and memories and we should tell future that we are ready for whatever it is going to throw at us and that we are ready to make new

I hope this post got you to open your minds. If you find any mistakes or have any suggestions put it in the comments below. Leave your opinions in the comments section as well. Don’t forget to like, follow,re-blog and share. It really helps and it would make me very happy 😀 !!!! Hope you all have a good day! Thanks for reading. I love you all ❤  :*

Now with that note I sign off,

Kaviya Aditi




Published August 15, 2015 by mittu0801

Hello there amazing people!

Today is The 15th of August. The day that we indians got the rightfully deserved freedom from the British. We got our land back….

India was a well-known country in the early years. She was known for her riches and spices. Her wealth was eyed by numerous emperors. Yet India had a big drawback that made her vulnerable to all the attacks, the reason many thought it was easy to conquer India. The drawback was – India was divided into numerous little kingdoms that was ruled by different kings. Have you heard of the proverb ” together we stand, divided we fall.” ? Well India is a good example of that proverb.

India being divided into the many kingdoms was a liability to the people. The division made it easy for conquerors to invade our land. I always let out a humorless laugh when I think of how funny it is that we have always had someone invading our land, conquering it, drinking off of it and leaving it wasted. This continued till we had almost nothing left.


All of the above are just a few of the many invasions that India had to go through.That was until we could take no more. When it had become too much to handle, too much to bear. It was during the British rule that the last straw broke the camels back.

We welcomed the English East India Company with open arms to set up trade in our land. Little did we know that we were going to be treated like slaves in OUR OWN LAND! They treated us like slaves. Taking tax from goods made in our own country. Well, the British Empire was well-known as the land where the sun never sets.The english had conquered vast lands and their Empire was almost unbeatable. When the sun set in one of the countries they had conquered , it rose in another , thereby giving them the name – the land where the sun doesn’t set.

However it was only then that the Indians had enough of being pushed around by foreign invaders. We started various movements asking for freedom. It was the beginning of our freedom struggle. Using nonviolence as our strongest weapon we fought head strong till we got our freedom. Our struggle gave fruitful results. Although we have our freedom, we must remember the many people who had to give up their lives to make sure that the rest of their countrymen have their freedom . They gave up their lives knowing well that they will not get a taste of what they were fighting for. Yet selflessly they gave up their lives for you.

I was browsing the net the other day when I came across this wonderful poem by Raja Basu :

“A Free India” – That was your only passion

Thanks to your sacrifices, today we are an independent nation.

You all were quite intelligent and hardworking

And could have easily led the life of a king

But you chose the life of danger and struggle

To liberate your motherland from the British government’s shackle

You relentlessly fought against the world’s greatest colonial power

And successfully helped to blossom India’s independence flower.

India will always remain grateful for you peoples’ supreme service

You are Mother India’s golden children, whom we will always miss.

(This poem is a tribute to those lion-hearted freedom fighters of India, who got us independence from the British government in 1947) .
Raja Basu

We are a free Nation thanks to the selfless beings who fought for our freedom knowing well that the dangers that they were putting themselves into. Please take a moment to appreciate and thank these freedom fighters.

With this note I want to wish you all A VERY HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY! Happy-Independence-Day-2015-_-image-9

Oh and one more thing! I want you to known that you have to go through the dark to get to the light at the end of the tunnel. If you feel that times get tough,remember that quote.Time can heal it all, we just need to be patient. You are amazing and loved. I love all my readers so please do remember you will always have someone to love you! 🙂 Please leave a comment down below if you have any suggestions for me or you see something that I need to edit in my post. Please Please like ,comment , re-blog,follow and share this. It means a lot to me and could make me ecstatic and make my day a whole lot better and hey! You would have made somebody (me) smile 😀 !!!!

Now with that note I sign off,

Once again Happy Independence Day to All the Indians out there

Kaviya Aditi




Published August 9, 2015 by mittu0801

Hey amazing people!

So first I am just going to give a short Introduction about myself and what this blog is all about. Before I go on I think it’s best that I put this out there, that weasindians  is my FIRST blog and I am entirely new to this. Please do bear with my not-so-good writing skills and my irregular updates but I assure you that it does get better!!!

My name is Kaviya Aditi. I am fifteen years old,born on January 8th 2000. I spent my first eight years in Banglore,Karnataka,India and then I moved to Singapore where I lived for seven and a half years. Recently I have moved back to India and I stay in Chennai,Tamil Nadu,India. I am doing my tenth grade right now so my schedule is a bit cramped up in the midst of constant projects, assessments,Exams and what not. I however will try to update around once a week. I can’t make any definite promises but I will try my best.

Now to talk about my Blog’s main focal point. As you have already read I have lived in two different countries for roughly the same time. This Blog is mainly me comparing the attitude and behavior of the people in both countries. I am an indian and very proud of it. However there are somethings that we have to change in ourselves. This blog will bring major issues that we consider as minor issues in our country into the light. Maybe after writing what I think, I will be able to bring about a change in others and also a change in myself. I want to make it very clear that I do not intend on belittling anyone, I do not intend on hurting anyone and I do not mean to offend anyone of either country. This is purely what I think that we as Indians can change in ourselves to change our entire nation. YOU make the first change and watch as the rest follow…….You can be the change you see in others. Weasindians is We As Indians can make OUR INDIA a better place.

If I make any mistakes that that I have overlooked while typing please do point it out. Leave your comments, suggestions and opinions in the comments down below. I would love to read them and would make any changes if required.

Before I sign off I wanted you to know that if you are here at this moment reading this – you have come across many challenges in your life that you thought you couldn’t overcome. Yet you fought alone or took help, you have gone through sorrow and happiness, you have cried and laughed. Remember this , if you went through all that and you are still here , you are strong. Never underestimate yourself. You are beautiful/handsome , amazing and strong. Love yourself no matter who says what. You are You and be proud of who you are.


With that note I sign off,

Kaviya Aditi