Alright. Have you ever had that feeling in which you feel that you are just another average person who'll end up with an average life and that you're nothing special?
I get that all the time. I feel so insecure about my future. My present. Even about the things which have happened in the past.
It's a rhetorical question: Why me?
Most of the time, I blame myself for being so average.
But you know what? I am NOT average. And you know what? You're NOT average either.
What causes that feeling in you is NOT you. It's those little people that surround you during most of your waking hours.
On a personal account, I shall state and prove with an example now:
There's this kid in my class. Let us name him Paul.
Now Paul is, in people's eyes, a very sober, calm, composed and intelligent hard working child.
Real story? Yeah, he's finely bright and hard-working? Rest, I shall elaborate.
You see, I don't know what the matter is with him, but he's sort of "afraid" of talking to girls.
Whenever a girl comes in front of him, he freezes. As soon as she departs, he turns into a Mafioso.
He morphs into a manipulative, assertive and irate personality. They say it right, looks are deceiving.
Who would've thought that THIS person would be the one who filled the mind of an innocent boy to attack me in retaliation. (He'd got hit by a pencil box par faute by me).
That kid didn't say anything. I apologized and he was fine with it.
Seconds later, Paul is filling his mind with shrewd and demeaning thoughts.
10 seconds later, I have a flying keychain hitting me on the head thus resulting in gushes of blood coming out of the left side of my head.
Yeah, Paul. Way to go!
Paul always completes his homework. He studies intently for his exams. He's pretty fine. He gets good marks. Better than me many times.
But you know what? Even though my homework's not on time many times. Even though I study casually for the exams and become vigorous only in the last few preceding days, I'm better than you. Why? I'll tell you why.
Today in English class, we had to write down a few things "being dictated by the teacher.
Paul was sitting behind me. The teacher said something like, "Antony's speech is considered immortal" .. Now, firstly, boys like Paul have no interest whatsoever in literature so..I don't even want to comment.
So, Paul asked everyone around him the spelling of "Speech" and "Diplomat" ..
Yeah, so a 10th grader of "high repute" asking all this. Bright kid, yeah.
What I'm trying to prove through this post is, "Does it really matter?"
Does it matter if you're bright academically and are a good student if you have a bad character?
What is the essence of education? Marks/ Grades compose only 50% of our education.
The rest. The rest consists of our life and social skills that develop over time. Our nature, our affection, our attitude, our perception of life, our dreams.
People like him who consider themselves :Perfect: .. I'd say they're wrong.
I do pretty fine academically. Not outstanding, I agree. But I have friends. I have a good pure mind. I love the environment. I love people. I love my life even when it's going poopy. I dream every single night.
I am NOT average.
I am. Me.
And nothing can change that. Not what they say. Not what they think. Not what anyone thinks.
It's what I think. And what's my take on everything.
You just gotta strive to be a better person.
And when you are one, everything's gonna get all fine by itself.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Koo Koo Kachoo.
Now, I know the song I Am The Walrus by The Beatles is a classic and all that.
But I simply love this cover by Oasis.
Oasis are one of my favorites. They're just simply awesome.
But I simply love this cover by Oasis.
Oasis are one of my favorites. They're just simply awesome.
Monday, August 16, 2010
"You say it best, when you say nothing at all"
I have this thing for the '90s since I was born in them and I miss them dearly. They were the years. :')
And therefore, 90s music is as dear to me as anything else.
So, I was watching vh1 early morning this previous Sunday.
And the following song came up. And I felt all nostalgic and happy. :')
And then I came across a version of this song by Alison Krauss.
These things from the past which randomly appear in my present delight me so much.
Exactly what I needed to make my Sunday. :)
And therefore, 90s music is as dear to me as anything else.
So, I was watching vh1 early morning this previous Sunday.
And the following song came up. And I felt all nostalgic and happy. :')
And then I came across a version of this song by Alison Krauss.
These things from the past which randomly appear in my present delight me so much.
Exactly what I needed to make my Sunday. :)
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The newly rich, nostalgia.
I'm going to be talking about something which everyone must have seen but never really pondered over.
So. We've all seen rich people, right? (I'm not filthy rich, you see. I'm from a very average South Delhi household)
So, anyway. We've all seen rich people.
But have you noticed how different Rich Person A was from Rich Person B?
I have classified rich people into two categories.
1. The Hierarchal Rich.
The Hierarchal Rich are those who've been rich since the dawn of the modern times.
Their grandfathers and great grandfathers businesses and empires still bring them treasures to take home. They're classy and live in grandeur. They have luxurious homes. They act like high society should. Their wardrobes are filled with labels by European designers. Their little daughters start reading Vogue Italia from age 8. Their sons are taught how to play Polo since age 6 who are then sent to the West for their higher education. The wives attend their little kitty parties, charity functions and what-not.
They have a servant for everything. And oh, do not forget farm houses and swimming pools.
No, I'm not stereotyping. I've seen all of it. Trust me.
2. The Newly Rich.
Now this is the category I shall talk over. The newly rich are those who are originally from small towns. They migrated to urbania. They mysteriously acquired a whole lot of wealth somehow.
And well, now they're filthy rich.
But what separates them from the hierarchals?
Well, EVERYTHING.
Let me elaborate with an example.
My parents took me and my sister for dinner to one of our random far-off relatives' place.
Now this man who is about to come into view is the PERFECT example of what I call Newly Rich.
Okay, so this man - Raju, is originally from small town Agra. I have no idea how my mom is related to him, I dont even wanna know.
Anyway, he got into the stock market biz and acquired this whole glob of money and now he's just very rich.
He then bought a house in Noida. Now here comes the main part.
Yeah, so he bought a house in suburbia. But then, he furnished his house SO GARISHLY, it looked as if he's running a display for the Home Store.
A Hierarchal would furnish and decorate his house with class and grandeur. There would be marble sculptures and mild colors. There would be a whole lot of greenery. The furniture would be exclusive, suave and sharp.
Whereas in Raju's home, the kitchen decor had bright shades of red and white hitting your head so hard it made you dizzy. The furniture was so overdone and ostentatious, it looked like he went straight to a store and bought the first thing with a price tag which was something like Rs. 1,00, 000.
Let me tell you, everything which is 50 grand and above is not exquisite.
Getting back to Raju. Ok, he had 50 inch plama screens in every freakin' room of his house.
The lighting and decor of his house was that of a banquet hall. That too, overdone.
There's just one way to explain his lifestyle: gaudy.
He came up to my sister with those big CD Case which read, "Top Indian Classical Musicians" which included the works by random Indian maestros I've not really heard of.
He then said, "Look at this! I bought this recently. They play this in all of the top hotels all the time"
Well, he's trying so hard.
I could go on and on about this. I would just advice him, and the newly rich folk to kindly subtle it down a bit and go modest. We know you've got the bucks. We know you can afford it all.
However, going over the top just makes you look like a dork.
Take a tip or two from the folks living on Aurangzeb Road, yeah?
If I, too, somehow mysteriously acquire all this wealth, I would certainly be a lot more different. That's for sure.
Well, someday. ;)
Anyway, in a totally unrelated piece of incidence, I visited one of my aunts since she'd recently given birth to a baby.
When I saw her, I started getting all these flashbacks.
I clearly remember her wedding. I was 5 or 6 when she got married. And now she has two daughters.
Time passes by so swiftly and you don't even realize. :)
I felt so nostalgic at that time. I think I've grown up enough now.
Peter Pan's soul, I'm free. :)
So. We've all seen rich people, right? (I'm not filthy rich, you see. I'm from a very average South Delhi household)
So, anyway. We've all seen rich people.
But have you noticed how different Rich Person A was from Rich Person B?
I have classified rich people into two categories.
1. The Hierarchal Rich.
The Hierarchal Rich are those who've been rich since the dawn of the modern times.
Their grandfathers and great grandfathers businesses and empires still bring them treasures to take home. They're classy and live in grandeur. They have luxurious homes. They act like high society should. Their wardrobes are filled with labels by European designers. Their little daughters start reading Vogue Italia from age 8. Their sons are taught how to play Polo since age 6 who are then sent to the West for their higher education. The wives attend their little kitty parties, charity functions and what-not.
They have a servant for everything. And oh, do not forget farm houses and swimming pools.
No, I'm not stereotyping. I've seen all of it. Trust me.
2. The Newly Rich.
Now this is the category I shall talk over. The newly rich are those who are originally from small towns. They migrated to urbania. They mysteriously acquired a whole lot of wealth somehow.
And well, now they're filthy rich.
But what separates them from the hierarchals?
Well, EVERYTHING.
Let me elaborate with an example.
My parents took me and my sister for dinner to one of our random far-off relatives' place.
Now this man who is about to come into view is the PERFECT example of what I call Newly Rich.
Okay, so this man - Raju, is originally from small town Agra. I have no idea how my mom is related to him, I dont even wanna know.
Anyway, he got into the stock market biz and acquired this whole glob of money and now he's just very rich.
He then bought a house in Noida. Now here comes the main part.
Yeah, so he bought a house in suburbia. But then, he furnished his house SO GARISHLY, it looked as if he's running a display for the Home Store.
A Hierarchal would furnish and decorate his house with class and grandeur. There would be marble sculptures and mild colors. There would be a whole lot of greenery. The furniture would be exclusive, suave and sharp.
Whereas in Raju's home, the kitchen decor had bright shades of red and white hitting your head so hard it made you dizzy. The furniture was so overdone and ostentatious, it looked like he went straight to a store and bought the first thing with a price tag which was something like Rs. 1,00, 000.
Let me tell you, everything which is 50 grand and above is not exquisite.
Getting back to Raju. Ok, he had 50 inch plama screens in every freakin' room of his house.
The lighting and decor of his house was that of a banquet hall. That too, overdone.
There's just one way to explain his lifestyle: gaudy.
He came up to my sister with those big CD Case which read, "Top Indian Classical Musicians" which included the works by random Indian maestros I've not really heard of.
He then said, "Look at this! I bought this recently. They play this in all of the top hotels all the time"
Well, he's trying so hard.
I could go on and on about this. I would just advice him, and the newly rich folk to kindly subtle it down a bit and go modest. We know you've got the bucks. We know you can afford it all.
However, going over the top just makes you look like a dork.
Take a tip or two from the folks living on Aurangzeb Road, yeah?
If I, too, somehow mysteriously acquire all this wealth, I would certainly be a lot more different. That's for sure.
Well, someday. ;)
Anyway, in a totally unrelated piece of incidence, I visited one of my aunts since she'd recently given birth to a baby.
When I saw her, I started getting all these flashbacks.
I clearly remember her wedding. I was 5 or 6 when she got married. And now she has two daughters.
Time passes by so swiftly and you don't even realize. :)
I felt so nostalgic at that time. I think I've grown up enough now.
Peter Pan's soul, I'm free. :)
Friday, August 13, 2010
I couldn't stand the idea of bloodshed, casualties.
Blood. Ooh.
"And I said, yes, if you think that I avoid bloodshed by standing aside, then I will stand aside"
The reason why I'm saying all this?
You see, the previous week, I was just fooling around with a friend and I accidentally hit this guy.
He got enraged and when I was looking away, he hurled this metallic substance at me.
It hit my skull. There was a cut. And oh, the pain.
My first thought and action was to hit him back.
Since my shot kinda sucks, it was a bummer.
I got back to my normal, average life then.
(5 minutes later)
"ABHINAV, BLOOD. YOUR HEAD. BLOOD. YOUR HEAD. BLOOD. YOUR HEAD"
Now I'm going to be honest, I'm a little slow so I couldn't understand what was going on at first.
About 134 seconds or so, I sort of realized that blood was gushing out of my head from where it'd gotten scratched.
I touched the left side of my head and WHOAA, I look back at my hand and there's all this blood.
And then all this drama followed which included me toppling over the table of that guy who'd injured me in a rush of sudden wrath. Also, I spilled all his food. Feel guilty not, me.
And then it all got sorted out and I was all repaired in the medical room and poo.
And that's about it with me attaining a minor scratch on my head.
HEY! AT LEAST SOMETHING EXCITING HAPPENED WITH ME.
Anyway, besides that life's been pretty much monotonous. Pretty much the same things happen everyday.
Sometimes a few exciting things happen.
Like when I got to know I'm going to FRANCE.
YES. YES. YES.
Wait, I shouldn't get too excited. Nothing's confirmed yet.
Although, I'm going to Malaysia and Thailand this winter for a week. Yep, that's confirmed. I booked the tickets myself. Pretty cheap, yeah.
So. You know what? I think I want to do something of my life.
Like something big.
But I don't know what.
Also, the Vogue Italia Oil Spill Issue. The Europeans are so brilliant and creative.
However, this might be a bit ghastly.
http://www.refinery29.com/oil-spill-fashion-photoshoot-from-vogue-italia.php/slideshow/1/
I appreciate the initiative by Vogue Italia.
However, just the idea of thousands of dollars of luxury clothing being flown down to the affected areas just to be ruined seems a tad bit sad to me.
It's raining here in New Delhi. We Delhi folks love it when it rains. I think God kinda likes us.
I love Delhi with all the..y'know.. boulevards lined with trees.
And the whole thing, pretty much yeah.
My exams sort of got postponed by a few days and I'm totally wasting these days doing nothing.
I should study. Yes, I should.
However, there are a lot of things I should be doing.
The day I start doing them, I swear I shall be the President of the Republic of India.
OH, YEAH.
Okay, maybe not.
I'm just gonna go out and take in some air. The air smells good during and after the rain, right?
Guess it's just because everything gets cleaned up and there's all this clean air waiting to be polluted by the horrific waste disposal system of my lovely city.
Okay, excuse me for the above paragraph. Spazz moment.
Alright, this blog post was very random and sort of makes me feel like a blond American teen.
Doesn't matter. I AM a blond American teen.
well, that's what I think.
OKAY, ENOUGH NOW.
Chugh says BOOM-POOH.
Ok, Sorry about that. This.
"And I said, yes, if you think that I avoid bloodshed by standing aside, then I will stand aside"
The reason why I'm saying all this?
You see, the previous week, I was just fooling around with a friend and I accidentally hit this guy.
He got enraged and when I was looking away, he hurled this metallic substance at me.
It hit my skull. There was a cut. And oh, the pain.
My first thought and action was to hit him back.
Since my shot kinda sucks, it was a bummer.
I got back to my normal, average life then.
(5 minutes later)
"ABHINAV, BLOOD. YOUR HEAD. BLOOD. YOUR HEAD. BLOOD. YOUR HEAD"
Now I'm going to be honest, I'm a little slow so I couldn't understand what was going on at first.
About 134 seconds or so, I sort of realized that blood was gushing out of my head from where it'd gotten scratched.
I touched the left side of my head and WHOAA, I look back at my hand and there's all this blood.
And then all this drama followed which included me toppling over the table of that guy who'd injured me in a rush of sudden wrath. Also, I spilled all his food. Feel guilty not, me.
And then it all got sorted out and I was all repaired in the medical room and poo.
And that's about it with me attaining a minor scratch on my head.
HEY! AT LEAST SOMETHING EXCITING HAPPENED WITH ME.
Anyway, besides that life's been pretty much monotonous. Pretty much the same things happen everyday.
Sometimes a few exciting things happen.
Like when I got to know I'm going to FRANCE.
YES. YES. YES.
Wait, I shouldn't get too excited. Nothing's confirmed yet.
Although, I'm going to Malaysia and Thailand this winter for a week. Yep, that's confirmed. I booked the tickets myself. Pretty cheap, yeah.
So. You know what? I think I want to do something of my life.
Like something big.
But I don't know what.
Also, the Vogue Italia Oil Spill Issue. The Europeans are so brilliant and creative.
However, this might be a bit ghastly.
http://www.refinery29.com/oil-spill-fashion-photoshoot-from-vogue-italia.php/slideshow/1/
I appreciate the initiative by Vogue Italia.
However, just the idea of thousands of dollars of luxury clothing being flown down to the affected areas just to be ruined seems a tad bit sad to me.
It's raining here in New Delhi. We Delhi folks love it when it rains. I think God kinda likes us.
I love Delhi with all the..y'know.. boulevards lined with trees.
And the whole thing, pretty much yeah.
My exams sort of got postponed by a few days and I'm totally wasting these days doing nothing.
I should study. Yes, I should.
However, there are a lot of things I should be doing.
The day I start doing them, I swear I shall be the President of the Republic of India.
OH, YEAH.
Okay, maybe not.
I'm just gonna go out and take in some air. The air smells good during and after the rain, right?
Guess it's just because everything gets cleaned up and there's all this clean air waiting to be polluted by the horrific waste disposal system of my lovely city.
Okay, excuse me for the above paragraph. Spazz moment.
Alright, this blog post was very random and sort of makes me feel like a blond American teen.
Doesn't matter. I AM a blond American teen.
well, that's what I think.
OKAY, ENOUGH NOW.
Chugh says BOOM-POOH.
Ok, Sorry about that. This.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Little Things That Make Life Worth It.
Imma be a bit philosophical this time and pour some of me heart out.
Okay, so here it goes..
So, I'm always complaining about stuff that I don't have. I get jealous of people who've achieved something I haven't. I have a major inferiority complex. I don't like it when people get ahead of me.
That's a confession and perhaps this might be true for quite a lot of other people as well.
What's wrong is, I don't appreciate little precious things which make my life so perfect.
That smile of gratitude you get from people when you help them out.
The way you blush when someone you like looks at you and greets you.
The times of joy and laughter with your friends. When you get appreciated by your teachers over little things.
When you talk to that special friend of yours for long hours about every little detail about your life.
Much more.
Not that this is the first time I've had this thought risen in my mind. I always promise myself that NOW, I'm going to appreciate every single thing. NOW, I would change and strive towards optimism.
However, it's not that easy.
Well, I guess I'm just a bit of a pessimist in this case but I somewhat think A LOT about all the negative things that I encounter.
I ponder over them for long hours and in turn, it messes up my life.
All these intrusive thoughts further trigger off my obsessive compulsive disorder which makes it very hard for me.
Yeah, I have OCD. If I can't remember a name, an incident, a thought, ANYTHING.. I go paranoid and I HAVE to find out what it is else I shall go crazy.
I have been trying to control it for a long time and I'm getting better at it.
Except for this thing in which I HAVE to touch a switch four times, twice by each index finger.
You might find this funny but trust me, you don't wanna know how hard it is.
Getting back, I wish I could just for once stop thinking about all the things which shouldn't have been and instead, fathom all the wonderful things that have happened to me over all these years.
Today my friend, Mahima returned from China. I was by the staircase waiting for her eagerly.
She didn't arrive so I went to her class to check. She wasn't there either.
I turned back and I saw her pacing towards me and I reciprocated as well.
We met midway and gave each other a prodigious hug and glided in circles, still entwined, for a long time. We talked for hours after that. Later, I had watery eyes and you know what? I felt blithe.
Now THAT is what I'm talking about.
I want to cherish these memories. They make me so happy. So blissful.
Thinking over irrelevant stuff just ruins your mind and soul.
It's these little things that make you smile wide that matter the most and what are required the most for a paradisiac and consummate life. :')
Okay, so here it goes..
So, I'm always complaining about stuff that I don't have. I get jealous of people who've achieved something I haven't. I have a major inferiority complex. I don't like it when people get ahead of me.
That's a confession and perhaps this might be true for quite a lot of other people as well.
What's wrong is, I don't appreciate little precious things which make my life so perfect.
That smile of gratitude you get from people when you help them out.
The way you blush when someone you like looks at you and greets you.
The times of joy and laughter with your friends. When you get appreciated by your teachers over little things.
When you talk to that special friend of yours for long hours about every little detail about your life.
Much more.
Not that this is the first time I've had this thought risen in my mind. I always promise myself that NOW, I'm going to appreciate every single thing. NOW, I would change and strive towards optimism.
However, it's not that easy.
Well, I guess I'm just a bit of a pessimist in this case but I somewhat think A LOT about all the negative things that I encounter.
I ponder over them for long hours and in turn, it messes up my life.
All these intrusive thoughts further trigger off my obsessive compulsive disorder which makes it very hard for me.
Yeah, I have OCD. If I can't remember a name, an incident, a thought, ANYTHING.. I go paranoid and I HAVE to find out what it is else I shall go crazy.
I have been trying to control it for a long time and I'm getting better at it.
Except for this thing in which I HAVE to touch a switch four times, twice by each index finger.
You might find this funny but trust me, you don't wanna know how hard it is.
Getting back, I wish I could just for once stop thinking about all the things which shouldn't have been and instead, fathom all the wonderful things that have happened to me over all these years.
Today my friend, Mahima returned from China. I was by the staircase waiting for her eagerly.
She didn't arrive so I went to her class to check. She wasn't there either.
I turned back and I saw her pacing towards me and I reciprocated as well.
We met midway and gave each other a prodigious hug and glided in circles, still entwined, for a long time. We talked for hours after that. Later, I had watery eyes and you know what? I felt blithe.
Now THAT is what I'm talking about.
I want to cherish these memories. They make me so happy. So blissful.
Thinking over irrelevant stuff just ruins your mind and soul.
It's these little things that make you smile wide that matter the most and what are required the most for a paradisiac and consummate life. :')
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
L'été, c'est fini
Today is the last day of my vacations. Today is the last day of June.
I thought I should blog today since tomorrow, it'll be July. And also, because I wanted to recall all of my summer.
So, vacations kicked off May, '10. The foremost exciting event was my DELF exam. Now, many would think what excitement does an exam bring about. Well, first of all, it was at Alliance Francaise de Delhi, which is an awesome place.
Secondly, it's a really cool exam. If I get that diploma (which hopefully, I will), I'll be very happy and it's universally recognized so even the better.
And it was a chance to meet up with my pals. :)
Then, I started reading Harry Potter which, I'd say, was the BEST THING OF MY SUMMER 2010!Many'd think, "Hey! Why is he reading Potter NOW?" Well, even I don't know why I didn't read them earlier. I should've. I'd been a much wiser person then. However, better late than never.and I am sooo glad I read them because they make me fall right back into my childhood which I had started missing gravely ever since I touched 15.
Ah, J. K. Rowling is a Goddess. I am currently on Order of the Phoenix.
Each page, each letter is magical.
It's, as many would say, EPIC MODERN LITERATURE.
Oh, and the Deathly Hallows trailer that released yesterday made me cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EC2tmFVNNE
Now, that brings me to June.
Well, June was VERY eventful.I went swimming with my friends. Oh, and the awesome photos.
That's me in the Superb tee. :)
And there was this one evening when I went to this park near my place. Oh, that was one wonderful summer evening. I sat on the bench looking up the clear sky. Enjoying the hot summer evening. A breeze blowing. The leaves of the trees rustling. And a dog, whom I named Delilah came and sat next to me on the bench.
And then, I scored a goal in FIFA '09 from WAYY BEHIND the half line playing with Spain, player Puyol. That was a glorious moment for me. Truly.
And then there was the Castle season finale. Oh, the tears I had in the end. Waiting for it to return this fall. :)
Then came 20th of June. Best. Summer. Day. Swimming. Awesome photos. Loads of fun at Sanjeeta's.
And I stayed at her place till 10:30 which is so cool. And she and the rest of the girls had a sleepover. :)
Then there was the 25th, Arzoi's bday. Boy, never have I had so many pizzas altogether. May God bless Zoi. We also made some funny parodies of CID. xD
Then there was my sister's Roka, 27th June, which is a ceremony to make things official. So, now she can openly say she's getting married in November. :)
And that, brings me to Today. Last day of June.
Over my previous posts, you might have interpreted my obsession with summer.
Now that it's sort of over, I'd say I was not disappointed at all. Everything more or less lived up to my expectations tho it was not completely perfect for me. But hey, all my wishes can't come true. And we should always be careful for what we wish for! ;)
My summer was brilliant. It had it's ups and downs. But I think there were more of the ups than the downs. And I am fully contented and I'm looking forward to going back to school (though I've not really made good progress with my holiday homework, but I think I'm not alone).
My summer kind of wonderful. :-)
P.S. I found my brother from another mother =P
Kalra boy. Who thought the ex and the present could turn out to be such cool friends. ;)
P.P.S. I'm going to remember Mahima's crying when Pritish arrived from Canada for a long, long time. :P
Sigh. You learn so much everyday. ;)
I thought I should blog today since tomorrow, it'll be July. And also, because I wanted to recall all of my summer.
So, vacations kicked off May, '10. The foremost exciting event was my DELF exam. Now, many would think what excitement does an exam bring about. Well, first of all, it was at Alliance Francaise de Delhi, which is an awesome place.
Secondly, it's a really cool exam. If I get that diploma (which hopefully, I will), I'll be very happy and it's universally recognized so even the better.
And it was a chance to meet up with my pals. :)
Then, I started reading Harry Potter which, I'd say, was the BEST THING OF MY SUMMER 2010!Many'd think, "Hey! Why is he reading Potter NOW?" Well, even I don't know why I didn't read them earlier. I should've. I'd been a much wiser person then. However, better late than never.and I am sooo glad I read them because they make me fall right back into my childhood which I had started missing gravely ever since I touched 15.
Ah, J. K. Rowling is a Goddess. I am currently on Order of the Phoenix.
Each page, each letter is magical.
It's, as many would say, EPIC MODERN LITERATURE.
Oh, and the Deathly Hallows trailer that released yesterday made me cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EC2tmFVNNE
Now, that brings me to June.
Well, June was VERY eventful.I went swimming with my friends. Oh, and the awesome photos.
That's me in the Superb tee. :)And there was this one evening when I went to this park near my place. Oh, that was one wonderful summer evening. I sat on the bench looking up the clear sky. Enjoying the hot summer evening. A breeze blowing. The leaves of the trees rustling. And a dog, whom I named Delilah came and sat next to me on the bench.
And then, I scored a goal in FIFA '09 from WAYY BEHIND the half line playing with Spain, player Puyol. That was a glorious moment for me. Truly.
And then there was the Castle season finale. Oh, the tears I had in the end. Waiting for it to return this fall. :)
Then came 20th of June. Best. Summer. Day. Swimming. Awesome photos. Loads of fun at Sanjeeta's.
And I stayed at her place till 10:30 which is so cool. And she and the rest of the girls had a sleepover. :)
Then there was the 25th, Arzoi's bday. Boy, never have I had so many pizzas altogether. May God bless Zoi. We also made some funny parodies of CID. xD
Then there was my sister's Roka, 27th June, which is a ceremony to make things official. So, now she can openly say she's getting married in November. :)
And that, brings me to Today. Last day of June.
Over my previous posts, you might have interpreted my obsession with summer.
Now that it's sort of over, I'd say I was not disappointed at all. Everything more or less lived up to my expectations tho it was not completely perfect for me. But hey, all my wishes can't come true. And we should always be careful for what we wish for! ;)
My summer was brilliant. It had it's ups and downs. But I think there were more of the ups than the downs. And I am fully contented and I'm looking forward to going back to school (though I've not really made good progress with my holiday homework, but I think I'm not alone).
My summer kind of wonderful. :-)
P.S. I found my brother from another mother =P
Kalra boy. Who thought the ex and the present could turn out to be such cool friends. ;)
P.P.S. I'm going to remember Mahima's crying when Pritish arrived from Canada for a long, long time. :P
Sigh. You learn so much everyday. ;)
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