Honey! I am home...

Those "night outs" and "midnight teas"
Those "birthday bumps" and "old torn jeans"
The same "kheer", and the "late night walks"
Those "mother's pickels" and the fight for them.
They call it "hostel". I call it "home"

It is THE Heaven. One storeyed bungalow, small garden (with a rose plant, how convenient), eight rooms and 21 crazy people...oops! angels. And my room is THE room. The only room with a balcony, terrace and a green wall (did I tell ya green is my favourite color). Strategically located in the heart of city, in close vicinity of both Shopper's stop and a huge HEART hospital

Most of the people here are doing their MBAs and they have very successfully been able to confuse me...they get their mind (read noses since they don't have any mind as such) roasted, everyday, everytime. Maybe I should reconsider my decision to do an MBA.

I am the youngest (and yes...the sweetest). Though there are people who will give even Hippos and Elephants creep, they treat me like a small brother...a pesky one at that. Who spends time in bathroom which seems like eternity, eats food equivalent to 6 months child and is lazy like a persian cat. (Did I hear you call me Jughead? grr...)

There are unspoken rules. Thy shall not enter a room without knocking. Thou shall keep food for your room mates. Share home made food you got from your native home ( thats the cruelest, I hate sharing cakes which my aunt makes) and... send good messages to Hutch people.

Coming to think of it. Hutch has changed our lives. Most of them have hutch and those who don't are considered lunkheads, for hutch gives unlimited free messages to another hutch. So we keep in touch in a better way, arrival of (bad) dinner, birthday (bumps) celebrations and some classified missions as well...

I have many complains too...there is a person who flicks my hankys. I have vowed. If I come to know, I will let every person in my phonebook know about it.

We never get what we want. We never have what we like. We never like what we have. Still we live, still we love, still we hope that some day we will get what we love...love what you have. Thats life, live it.

Love can neither be created, nor be destroyed. It can just be transferred from girl to another.

"Love is like a butterfly . The more you chase it , the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it." I heard it somewhere (some typical hindi movie I guess) Now I know what bloody elluding means. Its the best example of double sword (or triple sword..whatever). And to me its damn distracting (you would have said the same if you had an accident...which could easily turned out to be your last accident ever) This is the last post and my last set of thoughts I am giving here. After this I am gonna start what I call "Revamping"

I know some bloody people who keep on telling emotional things..."Oh! you mean so much to me", " You mean a lot to me", "You are my best friend". I call this hogwash (hôgwôsh, -wsh, hg- noun- worthless, false, or ridiculous speech or writing; nonsense). I rarely talk about my feelings...these emotionals I keep them out, for the very obvious reason. Never talk about feelings if they aren't there. Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart . I consider the eyes the most reavealing...you can't fake emotions in them. I bet. I know.

It's actually about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be (I wonder if you know, SRK got her wife when he was a "nothing") ...not becoming the dream guy of your dream girl when all you do is lie. The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch her fall. (hmmm...I guess it works both ways!)

When you really like someone you don't say "it's your fault", you say "I'm sorry." Not "where are you", but "I'm right here." Not "how could you", but "I understand." Not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are.

Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go. The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them. (damn it!...why can't I convince myself for this). These lines are cool...

I will survive
I am gonna make it thru
Give me some time
I will come over you

I will survive
No matter what you do
Just wait and see
I will get over you

(ESCAPE, Enrique ... I'll survive)

Fall but don't stumble, be consistent but not too persistent and get hurt but never keep the pain. It breaks your heart to see that she is happy with someone else. but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you...

"A college with a difference"

Their punchline is the only thing which I completely agree with. This place is a tome of the Nazi concentration camp. Everyone here is given a third degree torture (or is it seventh degree?) and still (yes, still) they are proud of it. A brief snapshot

You are supposed to get up early morning at around six and board the bus at seven (yes seven...the school starts at 8.30). Three 1.15 hours period (with a small, a miniscule break of 15 minutes between the first and the second). A half an hour lunch break. Followed by two more classes of 1.5 hours each. They will take five-ten minutes extra in each class but will force you shut into the class as soon as the bell rings (my friend has an exact word for it...they HAUL you). We also think, they sometime deliberately ring the bell late. That totals to 12 hours dedicated to school alone (not counting the homework, don't ask me to). No wonder everyone is nuts!

You have a test every week of about 85 marks. And guess what? January onwards they are proposing a test everyday of all the portion that's been covered yet. I bet the test wont have ANY value then (not that they have any now...)

The social life sucks. There are teachers interfering in students life. Yes...they literally interfere. What in the world is that suppose to mean. And the students are no good. Most of them are complicated and many are meticulous. They forget that they are just sixteen. (I don't care...let it be. You gotta be yourself).

There are loads of assignment. They give you a zero "000000" if you don't bring your assignment.

Besides other annoyances...you can't borrow books from so called "up-to-date" library. can't use mobiles when you are in campus... (I don't care but they take her away from me, and I hate it) And they don't have a stereo in the bus...

And yes they have a parent teacher interaction every three months where they strip you in front of everyone...they tell marks of EACH test you have taken, and everything you do.

I am so tempted to write about some of the teachers and students outta there. I refuse to on the grounds of being incriminated...or even buried alive. I can't believe it. You are paying to get yourself tortured. This is the prison of the new century. WELCOME!

Everyday girl

Everyday I see her
I wanna hug her, I wanna kiss her
She is like an angel
I dont just love her, I adore her

There she is
A smile on her face
She seems to be the most beautiful
Of the heavenly race

Everytime she is hurt
Somewhere, something breaks
I don't know why, and I don't like it
But its my heart that aches

Her eyes
Black and small
No matter what
Don't tell anything at all

I am afraid
When her meets mine
For she might read my mind
And react, unkind

For I am hungry
Always, a little love
I look around
Alas! I find no dove

She is nice
Her thoughts even more nice
And guess what
She is scared of mice

I will not do anything
It will probably be a miss
For lady luck never smiled on me
Let alone a kiss

Some call it way of life
Some call it fate
Whatever it is
She is worth the wait

I wrote this in Biology period (Optimum use huh, since I generally sleep in it). I like that girl a lot. Crap man. I hate myself for it. Good thing I know that its attraction and.........whatever. I am still myself

(Added later)
I kept her away because I like her more than I should, and lo she thinks I hate her

The envy I harbour within myself when I see her with others. My brain gently tries to control my heart. For she gave me cure to all the pains in the world, and a pain without any cure...

I hate her, I told myself. And then she smiled....what hate?