Chirag Choudhary

The Story of the Unfortunate Peanut Butter and Lemon Jello Sandwich
This story begins on the dinner table. There was white bread and whole wheat bread. They were fighting over who should get smeared with peanut butter and jello.
Whole Wheat bread said,"I'm nutritious unlike somebody I know".
White Bread said,"I actually taste good."

Whole Wheat bread said,"I have less sodium content."

White Bread said,"At least I'm not crummy."

This is how the conversation went for a very long time. After a while, White Bread got bored and dunked himself into the Jiffy Peanut Butter jar. Then he walked across the kitchen and dragged another piece of white bread name White Bread the Second. Then he jumped off of the counter top and dragged a pouch of Jello. After trekking back to the counter top, White Bread squeezed out the blue Jello onto White Bread the Second. Then he laid on top of White Bread the Second and told the rest of the loaf from White Bread the Third to White Bread the Twelve to sit on them. Once the loaf got off, White Bread and White Bread the Second we absolutely crushed, blue Jello squirting out of their sides.

They yelled in unison,"We didn't ask for a dog pile, but thanks for the crushing."

Then they jumped into the grill. Once they were burned, the jumped out and into a lunchbox, ready to be eaten. The problem was that the Whole Wheat Bread decided to create his own sandwich but used Lemon Jello in his. Both sandwiches fought for the container, more jello squirting out of their sides. After a while, the Peanut Butter and Lemon Jello sandwich lost its grip on the table and fell with a splat. All the Lemon Jello was splattered everywhere. The white bread sandwich quickly sat into its container and waited to be eaten, pretending that nothing odd ever happened.

What will happen next? Will the rest of the Whole Wheat Bread loaf seek revenge? How will the humans react to Lemon Jello and whole wheat bread all over the floor? Find out in the next edition of The Story of the Unfortunate Peanut Butter and Lemon Jello Sandwich
The Story of the Unfortunate Peanut Butter and Lemon Jello Sandwich Edition 2
In the first edition of The Unfortunate Peanut Butter and Lemon Jello Sandwich Jello Sandwich, the Whole Wheat Bread and the White Bread were arguing about who should go to that day's lunch. After a harrowing, crust to crust battle, the White Bread won after the Whole Wheat Bread fell from the table.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Whole Grain Loaf was plotting revenge to get the White Bread loaf back for what they had done to 2 pieces of their loaf and a good pack of Lemon Jello. They decided to attempt to throw the container off of the table. What they didn't know was that there were rocket boosters on the box. When the sandwich noticed that it was falling, it quickly turned on the thrusters on the bottom and flew above the counter, waiting to be shoved into a lunchbox. A human came running down the steps. He didn't notice the sea of yellow glop and brown bread splattered the floor. He grabbed the sandwich and shoved it into his lunch box. Then he picked up 2 pieces of White Bread and tossed them on the grill. He then opened the freezer and pulled out a hard, blue thingy (aka an ice pack and dropped it into the lunch box. All of a sudden, another set of feet came hurtling down the steps. This time, a really small kid with blue footies appeared in the kitchen. He grabbed a piece of Whole Wheat Bread and stuffed it in his mouth. Feeling the dryness, he quickly went and dumped water into his mouth. The big human said, "That's why you don't eat that nasty Whole Wheat stuff without eating it with something else."

This made the White Bread sandwich laugh really hard and shake the container. As the tall boy ate his grilled bread and Citrus Juice, the Whole Wheat bread was still plotting their epic revenge.

MP 2 Begins!!
*While the boy put his dish in the hole in the counter (sink) 2 really* tall people came downstairs. One came in a crisp, white shirt tucked into his jet black pants. The other came in with a bathrobe tied to her waist. After she scolded the tall boy for forgetting to put the Citrus Juice back into the fridge, the man poured some milk and put in 3 handfuls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. The squares floated around in the lake of milk, each licking his (or her) cheeks to get rid of the sugar. Then, the shiny, metal thingy fell in and picked up some of the squares. Each square waved their goodbyes right before they were consumed. So this went until the bowl was empty and only cinnamon stuck to the bowl. The whole wheat bread plotted their revenge. Then a light bulb popped into Whole Wheat Bread the 7th's head.

He said,"Maybe we can ally with the Lemon Jello! Then we can plot to destroy the White Bread Loaf!"

The rest of the loaf thought that this was a good idea. The plot was scheduled to execute once the humans left the house. This didn't take too long. All of the humans ambled out of the door within a half hour, taking the Peanut Butter and Jello. Then, Whole Wheat Bread the 7th set out to the pantry to speak with the Lemon Jello. The Lemon Jello box was enraged that a whole carton of jello wasn't consumed but wasted! After a meeting that lasted at most 1 1/2 hours, the Lemon Jello, and Whole Wheat Bread the 7th shook hands and officially began their alliance. What followed was a much longer meeting with the Whole Wheat bread and Lemon Jello. Once the session was adjourned, both parties were snickering about their diabolical plan.

What is their diabolical plan? Read on to find out!
The Story of the Unfortunate Peanut Butter and Lemon Jello Sandwich Edition 3

The White Bread watched all of these events unfold. They decided that they must also form an alliance with the Berry Jello! The White Bread sent a messenger to negotiate an alliance. A mere half an hour later, the messenger returned with a smile spread from crust to crust.

"They are ready to ally with us. They think that the Lemon Jello is plotting against them and that they feel that we need to work together to destroy the Lemon Jello/Whole Wheat Bread."

Once the official document of Globby-Crumbly alliance was formed. This document said that the white bread loaf and the berry jello would both work together until all the enemies were decimated. They decided to go so far as to also ally with the Jiffy peanut butter jar. They decided that they would need all of the help that they can get. Once the tall boy got home, they found the sandwich box empty. This could only mean one thing. The sandwich had been consumed (they didn't know that trash cans exist)! This meant success for the White Bread! With this boost of morale, they and their allies began to plot the absolute destruction of the much smaller enemy army. Meanwhile, the enemies noticed this new effort on the White Bread Alliance and decided to send a small raid to disturb the enemy meetings and, therefore, delay the attack. This would also mean that if there were survivors from the raid team, they might be able to come back with much-needed information. Once they brought together a raid force of around 10 soldiers to form the task force, they were given assorted pea shooters (the actually shoot peas). This was done on purpose because the peas can be set to be lethal or non-lethal (lethal for soldiers and non-lethal for civilians).

At 13:30, the raid force was sent to raid the enemy. At first, they had little to no success, almost as if the White Bread Loaf had gained intelligence about their mission. The attack force decided to do something that they weren't instructed to do. They decided to raid the container where the meetings were being held. To do so, they used half of their jelly bombs (a type of food grenade) to open the container. They thought that their job was getting easier and easier by the second until a low, grumbly sound came from somewhere in the room. It said,"Hello enemies. We have been awaiting your presence for a very long time."

The voice made the room so ominous, the bread slices on the task force began to crumble with fear. Then a happy, almost excited voice that sounded like an elephant trying to sing acapella screeched,"Now you can enjoy fighting out Ninja Warriors! They are specially trained from Jello-Land!"

A door behind them opened and simultaneously, cheesy (cheesy, ha-ha) James Bond music came on. The door revealed 20 samurai masters bouncing everywhere (bum bum ba da bum bum ba da).Then, there was a huge SPLAT! and yellow-green slime flew everywhere. With the Samurai warriors out of service, temporarily, the task force tried to take as many confidential papers as they could. As they made a break for the exit, they noticed that the Ninja Samurai were climbing right toward them.

The task force found that they only had one food grenade. The wheat in the bread's brain was churning and breadgrenaline. They decided to blow the lid open rather than repel the samurai. half the force turned their pea shooters to lethal in attempts to strike down the samurai. Sirens went through the loaf and all of the civilians came out in hostile mode. they threw everything from dirt to shoes at the retreating invaders. The leader of the force was almost struck by a bone.

Out of the blue, heavy metal music came blasting from the outside world. The heavy metal caused the Jello to melt and the bread to crumble. Thankfully, the music ended quickly and the task force returned home unscathed.

MP 3 Begins!!
The Pet Vortex
Once, there was a boy named Tom. Tom lived in a world that all of his friends called the "Pet Vortex". It lived in his locker. Let me rephrase that, it *was* his locker. People dared not to venture in the area near it for fear that even if the locker would be supposedly closed. They were so scared that they would get a concussion from all of the assorted goodies avalanching out of the locker. The only reason that the stuff didn't come avalanching out of the locker and didn't end up spread across the hall was because there was so much crumbled up paper, all of the stuff, big and small got stuck up in it. Soon enough really weird (and generally old people) came flying out of the locker. Once, a guy with a beast frizzled beard came running out yelling,"Eureka" with a crown in his hand. Another time, some guy who claimed that he could fly came flying out of the locker during 4th period. All of the odd people were sent to the counselor's office. These people seemed to be a slight, hmm how to phrase this, different if you will. When the principal spoke to Tom about the repeated incidences of ancient and frightening people, Tom said that he knew nothing of it. The principal said that if another weird person came flying out of that locker, he would be enjoying a Saturday detention. He would also need to find out what was the source of the weird old people. Meanwhile, the school tried to figure out how to send the really creepy people back to their time. Tom proposed to shove them into his locker. Before even daring to open the locker, the janitors set up a 10 meter "Disaster Radius" just in case there was another famed avalanche. After using a crowbar to open the locker, all kinds of things came flying out. Things like papers, binders, apple cores. Scoffing at the idea, the janitor tried to shove the one who thought he could fly into the locker.

As the man was pushed into the locker, the weirdest things began to happen. The air got hot and stuffy, the moldy tuna fish sandwich in Tom's locker from who knows when. Then more and more things flew out. The old man also began to move to the back side of the locker. Once all of the stuff in Tom's locker had been flung away by his locker, it was clearly visible that there was a spinning cloud thing of debris from his locker. The man was slowly sucked in until he was gone to.... somewhere. The spinning cloud thingy then spits the man back out, as if rejecting him to be not good enough for its greatness. His hair, whatever remained of it, was charred and burnt, the ends curving up into spirals and he smelled like dead tuna fish. There was an awkward silence until the weird guy said,"Έφαγα πολλά νόστιμα τρόφιμα! Μπορούμε να πάμε και πάλι?" which if you know Greek means,"I ate lots of yummy foods! Can we go again?" (THANK YOU GOOGLE TRANSLATE!). This time, Tom was the one who spoke.
He said,"That means I ate lots of yummy foods! Can we go again?".
The janitor asked,"How do you know that?".
Tom said,"I happen to be fluent in most of the European languages."
The Janitor mumbled,"I wish that you would be more fluent in not fostering random voids of who knows what in your locker."

Tom brushed off the odd comment and picked up a hammer that had fallen onto the ground as the old man spat out from the vortex. He threw it into his locker only to hit some book which was due in the library 6 months ago. It then ricocheted off of his locker with a BANG and bounced around wildly getting closer to the vortex, rapidly shrinking as it went. Then once the whole hammer had disintegrated, hundreds of objects came hurling out of his locker. He found homework and note sheets and even a phone fly out of the locker. He told the janitor to wait while he dropped off a ton of stuff to Mrs. Steinen for 1% credit (it had been that long since they were due).
As Mrs. Steinen put in all of the 1%s, she said, "Your grade moved from a 50% (lots of zeroes for homework) to a 50.01%. What an improvement!"
Tom’s smile spread from ear to ear. I’m so glad! What letter grade is that again?
Mrs. Steinen sighed, “That is still an F.”
On a more cheerful note, she added, “Keep working on that Wiki! Maybe that will help your grade!”
Tom left the room and made a run for his locker. He sure didn’t want that janitor too grumpy and he really didn’t want that old person to get away. That would be an automatic Saturday detention. When he got back to his locker, he was confused as to where the janitor and the weird person went. He was *pretty* sure that this was where his locker was, but there wasn’t a disaster radius. That didn’t matter to him though. He didn’t want to get a Saturday for old people running around chasing each other. The stress took him over. He ran every which way trying to find the old guy and the janitor. He only noticed that he was on the wrong floor when he saw the eighth grade sign. He dashed downstairs and finally found the janitor wrestling the old man into the locker.

‍Tom said, "Let me help you out."
With that, he said some more Greek gibberish. He said, "Μπες στο ντουλάπι μου ή αλλιώς θα πρέπει να τρώγονται από τον Δία."
That happens to mean, "Get in my locker or else you will be eaten by Zeus."
The man shuddered and reluctantly climbed into the locker. Learning from past experience, they quickly slammed the locker shut and closed their ears. After what seemed like ages, the locker door fell and revealed a cat. The cat meowed and smiled evilly at the two and bared its teeth. Now that the old person was gone, they had this cat that was seemingly threatening. Then the bell rang. Their worst nightmare possible. All of a sudden people were jolting from Hawk Time and sprinted for the buses. The worst part, people ran over the disaster radius and smashed at the lockers. The good part was that the cat fell out and ran away. The bad part was that there was a new weird person. He said, "Good Morning! Do you want to hear a good pick up line?"\* Tom and the Janitor had no interest in pickup lines and more importantly, the janitor had no idea what in the world a pickup line was. Tom decided that of he just slammed his locker shut, the weird person would go away. So with a loud bang, he slammed his locker shut. The cycle seemed to be ongoing and they seemed to be there for days and days on end. They met Romans and Greeks, Italians, and even some amazing people with beards. But Tom and the Janitor weren't so amazing. They kept slamming the locker shut and opening it. LOSERS!!!!

How Every Programmer Starts
Your hands shake as you type in the words,
giddy with excitement.
You press enter,
compile the code,
press run,
and on a simple page,
the line appears,
hello, world!

You jump out of your chair,
the moment you see that you made no error,
not Syntax, nor static,
and definitely not run time!

You stare at the masterpiece,
and finally,

face reality.

You think to your self,
"What use does this really have?",
Does it have an application?
NO!

So you embark on a new mission,
learning something new along the way.
You cannot leave your IDLE window,
forget your screen.
You dedicate your life and soul to making new things,
each time you feel the sensation that you felt,
when you began to write code.

You write a password checker,
a cipher decryptor,
a scrabble game,
and then,
your masterpiece,
an RSS parser.

You feel the excitement as you type in the trigger words,
and give it time to work,
and find that it brings out hundreds of hits on the daily news,
updating every 15 minutes.

Again you jump out of your chair,
run in circles and cry for joy.
You have written a program with legitimate use,
and learned many skills along the way.

Now you feel a new question that pulls you back together,
that helps you face reality,
just as before when you found,
that hello, world! had no practical use,
you feel like,
all this stuff is great and all,
but now I want to learn,
how to animate,
and make a video game,
all in a new language.

Now you open a new programming language window,
and start with a rectangle,
then a circle,
then an animation.
Soon,
you are making,
Steve,
the Minecraft guy,
and you have begun a twenty-three thousand line journey.

When your journey is complete,
you feel accomplished,
and you feel once again that I must learn a new programming language.

It is a cycle you see,
a never ending cycle of programming,
you must always find something new,
and always make new programs.
Which is how to become,
a programmer.

MP 4 BEGINS HERE

SUGAR!Some things are meh,others are bleh.But sugar now,that is a very different story.
Sugar is love,Sugar is life.Sugar makes people hyper,and makes them jumpy.
Sugar is the source,of all things you love,from candy canes to candy bars,and TYPE 2 DIABETES!
Sugar brings added weight,and toaster strudels too.Sugar makes life more interesting,by adding high blood pressure into the mix.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Sugar means fake syrup on the table,high fructose corn syrup in your Ketchup.Sugar is the stuff that they say,not to consume before the PSSAs.
The greatest combination,of any other crystalline substance,with sugar,is salt!!!!!!!
Think about it this way,a McDonald's Hippy meal,can bring heart problems,and cholesterol problems,but what's the point of those,without sugar for the TYPE 2 DIABETES!

# What Happens When I Fall Asleep in Science

All of a sudden, I woke up with a jolt, on the cold, hard street. My feet are small, and my head is too big for the rest of my body. I try to get to my feet, but I find that I am not wearing shoes and I am not as hairy as I used to be. I walked along and heard street vendors shout out words in a language that was obviously not English. More importantly, my stomach roared. I don't remember the last time I ate. I decided that I would take a piece of corn that looked to be sample foods. As soon as I touched the food, people started to throw rocks at me. I ran as fast as my stubby, 5-year-old legs could carry me. I couldn't tell why they were so angry about me taking some corn to feed my cute little tummy. As I ran out of the market, people began to drop back to their stands to guard them against intruders (like myself). I decided to check my suddenly smaller pockets for my phone. Thankfully, my hands got traction of the phone. As I opened the Google Translate app, I typed in one of the things that somebody had shouted at me. I set the first box to English (detect language) and left the other box empty. As I typed in the words, it suddenly clicked to me that the people there were speaking in Spanish. I knew a little Spanish from paying attention to Spanish for two years of my life. I knew enough to explain my quite difficult situation and make small talk with strangers. Then all of a sudden, a man who looked like he was educated enough to know English, asked me where my parents were. I said my favorite lie in Spanish,"No hablo español!"

The man responded in English telling me that I was in Mexico and I couldn't go back to the United States because of Trump and his wall. Instead, he said that I could spend some time at his home until I can get some way back to Vermont (where I live). I am confused as to why there is a wall, Trump hadn't even been elected yet about 5 minutes ago. He couldn't have become president, and built a wall in 5 seconds without me knowing it. I asked the man what the date was, and I was shocked by my discovery.

He replied to me saying, "Today is the 7th of August in 2019. Why do you ask?"
I reply, "Last I remember, the date was May 7th, 2016!"
The man, who told me to call him Roberto told me, "Well that's confusing, you must have hit your head. I'll take you to the doctor soon to make sure everything is ok."

We rode on in silence until we reached his home. His home was larger than I expected, on all of the news shows, we had seen small rundown shacks that looked like a tornado had run through it and they were just holding through on the final block of wood. Instead, this house looked pretty normal and of a decent size. When I walked inside, I felt nervous that I would not be taken in with kindness, but with hate. I was relieved to find out that the three children, all younger than me were excited to see me. They were as kind to me as their father had been and they each took turns showing me around the house. Their mother, was also warm and welcoming and showed me where I could sleep, the bathroom, and gave me fresh clothes. After taking a nice warm shower, I emerged into the supposed "sitting area", and plopped onto the armchair. I quickly found that although it was properly furnished with couches of all sorts, by no means was anybody in that room allowed to sit. This is because the sitting area is also the playroom for the children. I found myself quickly off of the armchair and on the floor, playing with the three children that lived there. They were just as good at English as their father, and spoke to me about where I am from and pounded me with questions. When we were called down for dinner, I was all in to escape the hailstorm of questions.

At dinner, I expected one of those amazing meals that you get at Mexican cuisine restaurants, but I was disappointed. There was no such thing as sour cream in the burritos and more sadly no cheese. How can a Mexican food be something great if the food is not cheesy? Now that I say that, I found that I accidentally came up with a bad pun. If you don't want to hear it, you can just skip over this part. You see, there are two greats, one is great as in awesome and the grate as in the metal thing that it used to grind cheese. See, grate, cheesy??? HA HA HA (FYI: As I write this, I am actually crying inside myself about how bad I am at making puns).

So back to what happens, so I eat my dinner, which I was thankful to have because my stomach was full and I was happy. So we all go to bed right, and then once I wake up again, I'm in my bed at home in Vermont and I'm back to normal. Now I'm too scared to go to sleep ever again.

I am From…

I am from the blistering India heat,
The power out for half the day,
Fanning myself with a paper fan,
Waiting desperately for the power to return.

I am from the Cricket games on the sidewalk,
The ball and the bat,
And the chalk marking the wicket.
I am from the crash of the broken window,
As the tennis ball breaks through the glass,
And everybody makes a run for home.

I am from the warm lentils pouring over the rice,
Cold cucumbers and radishes,
And okra on the plate.
I am from the pomegranates, mangoes and guavas fresh from the tree,
And the sweet milky fluid from the mangoes,
That drips onto my fingers when I pick one, leaving rashes on my skin.

I am from the calm music,
of a Harmonium and Tabla.
I am from the sound of the sitar,
ringing out through the whole song.