Someone is coming to India

Someone is coming to India

What is the news I hear. Is it true? Obama has come to India. Obama has come to India? Obama has come to India! What may I ask is the reason of the most powerful man in the world doing in India. Then, my dad replied with a sigh, "He's come to India as the chief guest for Republic day, so please switch on the telly and we could see the parade." Quick as a flash I just saw Barack Obama, President of the United States stepping out of his Cadillac 1 ( for further details on the car, please check the end of the blog post. But don't scroll down yet:)) Narendra Modi, our honourable prime minister sat next to the man with veto power the parade was in and we could see the fighter planes, making our flag in the sky. They had a big parade with floats from every state all in Hindi. The prime minister was explaining the president in English although it looked like they were planning an attack on China.

The  President lives in Rashtrapati Bhavan. The President of the United States ( let's call him PUM, since writing President of the United States again is not cool.) was supposed to be there but now he's living in a hotel. It is called ITC Morya and the US demanded it to be a no fly zone. So anyway he came on Sunday the 25 in the big Air Force One ( how did it fit on the runway?) and now for the best. This car is just going everywhere he goes. In America and now he transferred that 8 ton car to India. The Cadillac one has got everything to go into a fully fledged war-

·              It has got eight inches thick doors

·              All the windows are bulletproof

·              It can withstand roadside bombing

·              It has got a radar connecting him to the vice president and the pentagon

·              It has got a double coated armour plated gas tank

·              Shred and bullet proof tyres

·              Night vision cameras

·              Oxygen tanks with masks

·              Obama's blood stored for emergencies

·              Shot guns (automatic)

·              Tear gas

·              The driver is a FBI agent. He is trained by the special forces. He can make blood transfers if needed, and do J turns if need to turn around.

Playing football in a tree

Playing football in a tree

It was twelve four to be exact. The score was two all as the opponent dribbled down the field. He shot and what a spectacular save by Tahir, our brilliant goalkeeper. It was P.E. and we were playing football in the tennis court. Tahir threw the ball and it came straight to me. As I turned to score Ishaan Maker, an opponent came towards me and took the ball. He turned to pass when he accidently shot in the air. A little too powerful shot it was as it sailed in the air. After gaping at it, it finally landed in a TREE! Can you imagine that! We had a rule, since the tennis court wall was very short, that if the ball goes over the wall line, the player would be suspended for two minutes. But this time it had landed on the topmost branch of the highest tree, making it impossible to get it down. Even if he was suspended we had no ball to play withLLLLLLL. I banged my hand on the wall in frustration when a tennis ball came sailing my way, hitting me hard on the head. We then gave the ball to the best aimer in our class bribing him with one piece of tandoori Chicken if he got it down. He threw and the suspense. It hit the ball then very little and then went on the other side of the wall. Then we saw another guy, Armaan throwing something. It didn’t hit the ball, but guess what it was?  A Shoes sole! We tried throwing rocks but nothing worked. The teacher then came in and saw the commotion. He told us the period was over and to get of the field.

Thinking about this I realized it was an amazing idea for a blogpost so coming home I wrote this. If any of the readers were there please tell me points I’ve missed. Please do leave some comments.

Horse Riding at Mahabaleshwar

Horse riding at mahabaleshwar
My bum had gone asleep on the saddle seat! It was a bumpy ride.
It started at eight -thirty and went till twelve. At seven the alarm started beeping the only song that was in my mom's phone ' Suno Na'. I was half asleep half awake when I bumped into my cupboard. It was New year so we had slept at twelve and so I had a problem waking up. I quickly changed in my jeans and headed out to take a cookie. We had a dry breakfast of some Rava Idli, when we heard horses coming through are gate. Jumping of the sofa my sister and I saddled up while my parents prepared our bag. We then set off with my parents walking behind us while we went on horseback.

We took a very small road to something like a forest where my horse kept on eating the leaves around us.

We then had to get off to see our destination. It was a beautiful waterfall which ran through a village.  We then walked through a very small passage which took us back to the horses where I saw my dad talking to the caretaker. He told me we were going on an extensive trip to the village. I was so happy! From a two hour journey it became a five hour one! We approached the village where many people were gaping with awe as this was not a normal horse path. The village was dug up so we had to cross streams and take many D tours. We stopped at strawberry farms. At one we stopped and plucked some strawberries to eat. We the crossed another stream and then we took off like the wind, the horse galloping as fast as he could on a rocky road like this. We stopped occasionally at places for my mother to catch up. After some time we came to a small road where two big busses were facing each other. The conducted was out prodding a dog with a stick so got off to give him a peace of my mind. After fifteen minutes we were all tired (including the horse)but we finally reached our stop, the market. We had a good breakfast there and we all walked back to our bungalow. It had been a very good day and feeling nice I wrote this.