30/09/2011

I looked like him.

The post title should say it all. I am extremely thoughtless, sparkless, idea-less. I have done nothing productive today. All I did was read about the fun kids had at Dandiya, browse through their pictures, stalk the good looking ones, feel unhappy about the fun I missed, sit in the corner of my house and sulk, and sit with a 2 kilo book to choose one out of five possible answers.

I do not like the College Board, they are making student life harder. Who gave them the idea of a freakin' four hour test to figure out the students Math and English skill?! Must be their mom. Tomorrow is THE future-of-Akshith's-life test.
Tomorrow, I have to prove I'm college material.
Tomorrow I have to not sleep during the SAT.
Today, I have to prepare for tomorrow.
Today, I have to wake Green Day up.

Sticks of Joy.

What Dandiya should look like.

The annual Dandiya time has returned with a bang, with posters in the newspaper, with kids selling tickets, with people rushing to those kids to buy tickets, with kids inviting their girlfriends and other friends, with kids sneaking in the party. Dandiya in my world is not played with sticks as you have seen in movies such as Lagaan and Hum dil De Chuke Sanam.

Dandiya in my world is a party on a brick dance floor and under conditions of high humidity. The annual Dandiya party is the shizz.

What Dandiya looks like. (Minus white colour. Plus brown colour)

Dandiya is like the UN General Assembly meeting, you get to meet new, interesting people and spend time with people whom you have met last five-six years ago, and dance with them. Dandiya reveals the party animal in the most sane person.

Everyone goes to Dandiya, even though they have no idea of what to wear and what they have to do there. Some people are just there to smoke and drink. Some are there oscillating their bodies to show they have dance in them. Some are there because their friends are there and because they want to and will have a fun, unforgettable time. Some people go to Dandiya because it is something of a must-attend-event-at-least-once-in-life type event.

I have fond memories with Dandiya. I met my ex-school buddies after a gap of seven years, I met girls, I saw school teachers there, etc.,. Its a fun event to hang out and look cool.

I'm not going for Dandiya. I have been cursed already. No more, I can't bear it.

Stop Whining.

Today I visited the Al Noor Training Center For Children With Special Needs.
Contrary to what you might have inferred from the previous statement, I didn't go there to admit myself. I'm perfectly normal... At times. WHAT?!
Anyway, getting back to topic, I went there to volunteer. Not because some mystic force shined light on me, creating a halo kind thing, which makes the people in the movie understand their true reason for being alive, but because I need it for college application and I thought, what better way to get the community service certificate that to help those who really need the special attention.

When I got there, I realized 2 things.

1. The struggles of normal, well functioning beings are trivial compared to those at Al Noor.
2. My school's timing sucks. For more on that, 7:00 AM - 12:00 AM.

Going to Al Noor was like an eye opening experience. On the way, in the train, I complaint about the test week going on in school. I complaint about the teachers, the test portion, tuition, travelling menace, your mom, etc.,. But watching the children with special needs, I realized my whining was trivial, immaterial.

When life gives you lemons, take them, forget about the tequila and salt. Just grab any opportunity coming your way. If you can read and comprehend this post, then consider yourself lucky to be normal. There are hundreds of other humans not as lucky as you are. Stop complaining about life, girl/boyfriend, etc.,. Schools should take students to such centers as a counselling trip, to teach them the other side of life.

I can't help the students at Al Noor in the classrooms, but I might go for the administrative department.

In other news, the electromagnetic spectrum is a fascinating topic. I felt smarter when I learnt about it. Smarter. Wow.

My physics teacher said " Big Bang Theory" today. I smiled. I love The Big Bang Theory, the TV show.

I Have A Dream.

Epic Martin Luther King Jr. quote ^.
But this post is not about MLK Jr. It is not about the American Civil Rights movement.It is about my dreams. (I am more important, remember?)

For the past two nights, I have been having unusual dreams. I wouldn't call them nightmares because I have neither woken up sweaty, shocked, scared, shivery nor have I shouted "MOOMMMMYY!" because of the dreams.
I would call them unusual, because the recent dreams are not the ordinary dreams of me with sexy women. I wake up to such dreams with the thought, "Oh puhlease, like that is ever going to happen:" Dreammoods.com tells me that if I dream of my nakedness and am proud of it, then it symbolizes my unrestricted freedom. Woaaaah. they are also not dreams of me falling. I like dreams in which I fall, because my stomach feels funny in real life too. Falling is apparently an indication of insecurities, instabilities, and anxieties. Uncool.


However, in my recent dreams, I'm being held captive, in a gigantic building, by serial killers. This dream is unusually very livid, clear. I'm actually in a 1 BHK apartment, which is locked against my will, hence captive. Wait, its my dream! How can it be locked against my will?! I've never thought of that, maybe I'll try it tonight. Anyway, in my dream, I've seen people getting killed. I still haven't woken up mid-way through the dreams though. My mind is tuned to killings. Cool.
Today, I woke up at the exact moment when a killer enters my apartment with a freakin' chainsaw! Then something happened, and I was planning my escape... I could feel my heart thump harder, the adrenaline flowing through my blood vessels, my super mind working on a plan.. But I woke up before I could think and implement my plan. Screw Dreammoods.com, I think the serial killer dream is because Dexter's new season is approaching. My only hope is that it doesn't become a Deja Vu kind of thing, or I'm so dead.

"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them", Walt Disney.
Dear God, please don't give me the courage to pursue my current dreams.

I think I might start with Occlumency classes.

Great Un-Expectations

Yesterday was a weird day. Unexpected events occurred in the random-est of places. 

But you wouldn't be interested. I mean, why would you be interested? You see people (read: Daedalus, yes that dead blogger) jumping for free T-Shirts in the Gaming Expo and ending up with a hairline fracture on their hand, almost everyday.

"I jumped for the T-Shirt, okay.. And some bastard pulled my figers backwards like as if they were a door handle", Daedalus. Victim.

 You also must have already known that the medical center in Dubai Mall closes at 8 pm, so if your body decides to go ape after 8 pm in Dubai mall, you'll just have to suffer. You see a 17 year old kid walking into a cage match with MMA fighters, regularly. You also see the same 17 year old going topless in his WWE entrance video to win a trip to London to watch WWE, at least twice a day. Watching two teenagers chickening out and not dancing in front of a TV and a Kinect sensor because of the two BeastBastards who went before them and raised the crowd's expectations to something expected of a Step Up movie, must be a daily routine for you.

You wouldn't be interested in knowing all ^ that, would you?

What you would be interested in, will be the fact that I like unicorns. Unicorns have a feeling of incessant serenity around them. They look so happy. They do not have a major enemy except Voldemort. They have a horn on their head! Well, so does the rhino, but I'm not talking about the rhino now.

I do funny things in a mall. Recently, (yesterday) I took a video of me running with another boy. Why?

Mustache. Fail.

My mustache look has failed.
The Stache lasted for only 2 hours.
I've been transformed from a boss to a boy.
From a boy with facial hair to a boy with mustache aka boss to a boy.
I feel good.
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Sent from my mobile device

Mustache.

"With great mustache comes great responsibility"
- Family Guy.

In India, usually in the South, mustaches are signs of manlyness. Having that patch of facial hair under your nose makes you a boss. People with a great, flowing, voluminous, silky, well trimmed mustache gain default respect, women get turned on, women start sporting mustaches. Wait. What?


"Never point a loaded mustache at a woman you don't intend to thrill"
- Sean Chandler

I beg to differ. I think mustaches are lame. At first, I was ridiculed in school for shaving my mustache off.
But I stood strong. I bleh-ed those people on their face. I felt like a rebel then. I didn't like the hair under my nose, it didn't look good in photos.

But today, I feel different. Today, I think I'll not shave my mustache off.Today, I think I'll feel like a South Indian boss.

Give me a life.

Its For The Best.

My decisions today have undoubtedly broken many hearts, popped many
bubbles of aspirations. My decisions/actions lead to the incompletion
of dreams and also got me on the hitlist of a guy in my class (I can't
into details for the latter).

Selecting a team is hardwork. I have to remain strong, serious,
steadfast and look cool, while ending hopes and bear the torrent of
abuses which are directed towards me. I can read minds. You already
knew that.
I have been rejected from selections too. So I know what the people
who didn't make it felt. But, at the end of the day, its all for the
best. Everything happens for a reason.

How I Met Your Mother happened to bombard me with Barney's awesome.

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Sent from my mobile device

Talents and Lights.

Today was The Annual Talents Day, from which I had withdrawn, (see Last Minute Changes). It went off pretty well. There was the annual awesomeness oozing out of some dancers  and other participants and also there was the annual people-going-total-badass and also the people who were just there, nothing more.

Imagine yourself singing. And the spotlight not on you. Ha.

Today I learnt that controlling the spotlight and stage lights makes me feel like God. I like controlling a band's look and aura, while I'm sitting in a room with a million buttons and touching the spotlight which surprisingly weighs heavier than Yo Mama, who would have ever thought. Then again, I didn't do much.

And also learnt that teachers want a co-ed school (My school is homosexual) but when asked to choose between boys and girls, they choose boys. Funny.

I was once on my way to stardom. I was going to be a movie star. The path towards the film being shot and released looked beautiful,  but then it turned out like the one's in India, and the film didn't go far. However, if possible, maybe, I can provide you with "leaked photos and video clips". Sshh.

I select a team tomorrow. I'm going to feel like God again. I'm so winning.

I believe I sing like a boss. In my head I sound like a boss. Maybe the listener's ears aren't suited for eargasms.

"Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you... " Adele.

Disappointing Drive.

Rated 8.8/10 on IMDb, you'll assume the movie to be bearable, watchable, good, magnificent.
Rated 18+, you'll believe the movie to be a classic, a masterpiece.

The movie is called Drive. WORST MOVIE EVER!
2nd worse that I've watched, and I don't watch many movies, which makes Drive a bigger disappointment.
The conversations in the movie were undoubtedly written by am over abusive 1st grade kid, since the dialogues  were a maximum of 5 sentences long. The main character said almost nothing.The movie was a strain to the eye. The universe was against me.

The music was good though. PartialWin.

To get most out of the 35 bucks, friends and me sneaked into Columbiana. Zoe Saldana needs some flesh.

Short posts. No time. Study.

Life Through Frosted Glass.

This journey taken by mortals, popularly known as life, is an unpredictable voyage. It has many twists and turns, is very convoluted and the mortal has no idea what each passing second will bring. It is like having foggy glasses,  you have no idea what is in front of you, it could be an extremely hot woman or a lamp-post (Note : The comparison is done with the assumption that the moisture on the glasses isn't wiped).

Similarly, in life, you could be jizzing in your pants after what  you did to Scarlett Johansson, and the next moment you could be crapping in your pants because the FBI has just barged into your home for what you did to Scarlett. One moment you could be murdering someone, the next moment you could be wrapped up in plastic wrap, with Dexter Morgan's knife stuck through your heart. One moment you could be whining about your cell phone's stupid Symbian^3 software, the next moment your phone gives you jizz-in-pant news that it is going to be updated with new software.
However unpredictable the journey may seem, there is some force, call it God's will, call it the Force, call it the Butterfly Effect, call it anything, that is keeping the sanity of the universe in order and I'm grateful for that.

Legend.

15 years ago, a to-be-cricketing-legend walked onto the field against Sri Lanka, in Singapore. Scoring only three runs in his ODI debut, he soon became one of the greatest ambassador of the gentleman's game. His selfless dedication to the Indian Cricket Team and humbleness will be immortal in any cricket lover's mind. Even though he was partially overshadowed by Sachin Tendulkar awesome, he stood firm, like a wall, dragging India out of trouble time and again. Today, he walks off the cricket field for the last time in the Indian ODI jersey, completing a magnificent, awesome career. The Wall, Jammy, Rahul Dravid. Huge Respect.

Last Minute Changes.

There is a buzz of happiness and ecstasy after the announcement of the Talent Show. People want to take part in every category and start preparing for their moment of fame. Then mid-way, exactly mid-way, mind you, some of them have a change of heart. Their pocket money for the props for the show runs out, their moms start yelling at them, they ditch their girl/boyfriends, they start taking drugs, and they no longer want to continue taking part in the program. Its like sitting in a movie theatre, watching all the fantastic trailers on the silver screen, taking the effort of making a mental note to watching all of them, and then, not going.

Such an unprecedented change of heart forces the team members of such decision-changing-ditchers to make VooDoo dolls of the ditcher and poke the doll with needles. It is totally uncool to chicken out because of the level of competition. Does Bangladesh chicken out agaisnt India before a cricket match? Does Chelsea forfeit because their next match is against Manchester Utd? No. They should, though.

I ditched my band members. I know I should be hanged. I know Karma is going to fuck me over. I know somewhere down the road, I'll regret my decision. I'm still hoping my my ex-team members win, though. I'm not against them. I am against me. Wait. What?

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever...".
A thing of beauty, by John Keats, makes more sense when beauty is substituted by booty.
Speaking of booty, Scarlett Johansson.

Wide Awake And Addicted.

You're on holiday in a country half way around the world from your home town. There is an eight hour time difference. The flight back home is 17 hours long. You land real early in the morning, around 1 AM. HOW THE F**K DO YOU WAKE UP TO MAKE HELPLESS CHILDREN STUDY AT 6:30 AM TILL 10 AM?!
The first thing that pops into my mind as an answer- drugs like caffiene, in this case. Lots and lots of drugs. Determination and willpower to help your students study and get good grades comes later, much later.
Drugs make the world go round, literally. If you're sick, take drugs. If you're not sick, continue taking them. If you're famous, take drugs. If you want to be famous, take drugs. Slut.
The person I'm referring to, has influenced the URL of this blog. Great guy.

Seems to(o) easy, but heh, difficult only.

He is like the Greek God Hypnos, the God of sleep.

I don't like being in the vincity of completely conscious people when I'm fighting the pull of the Land of Nod. Such people, make me sleepy. Their consciousness surrounds them like an aura and brings sleep to those around them. Such selfish monsters.

My hair smells like gherdfigbhld.. WAOH! I JUST DOZED OFF ON THE KEYBOARD! WICKED!

Para.. Para.. Millionaire.

"Its going to be Para Para Paradise". I type this post with Coldplay's new single playing through my earphones, giving me a eargasm. 
The song has managed to pull me away from what I perceive as reality, to a completely different place. A place where the ranting, irritating voice of my teachers is muted. Their annoyed faces seem happy. Oooh, a pretty pony. Oooh, a rainbow. Woah, a leprechaun. I'm not drugged.

"नमस्कार, में अमिताभ बच्चन बोल रहा हूं कौन बनेगा करोड़पति से|"

Kaun Banega Crorepati is a beautiful show. It has proven that even though you may be from the most remote part of remote India, you can still win loads of money because you had the eagerness to study and become a learned person.

Acid in stomach. Tears in eyes. Saliva in mouth. BodyFluidPoetry.

7:00 AM - 12:00 AM.

That ^ is the average duration of my day. Its pretty short compared to the future IITians of the society. Well IIT is not for me.

Students of my school wear a grey, dull, depressing, hospitalized type uniform, if you visited my school yesterday, you would've thought we were wearing such a dress to mourn for the unfortunate victims of 9/11.  We wear such a dress everyday.
My school also has the weirdest timings EVER! It starts when students of other school are bubbling with excitement since their school-day is coming to an end and can't wait to go home to their favourite cartoons and ends when they're done with their homework and are roaming around the streets, right next to my bus, with their relationship partners. So annoying. So uncool. So depressing. So sadistic of them.

Sing me no songs of daylight,
For the sun is the enemy of lovers
Sing instead of shadows and enemies,
And memories of midnight

Sappho

Reading about the 9/11 10th anniversary tribute reports in the newspaper makes me wonder whether the same unity, grief and togetherness would the shown by the people of India on the 26/11 Mumbai attacks' anniversary, or for that matter, on the anniversary of any of the inumerous terror attacks on India. The pictures in the newspaper show the integrity among the Americans, even among those who have been fortunate not to lose a loved one. I just hope the Indians learn something from the Americans in this matter.

Djokovic destroyed Federer. Nothing can be more depressing. Wait, school in 3 hours. Damn. Oh, wait again, the person who sits next to me can get live TV on his mobile phone. Winner.

"If fishing wasn't so much fun, it would be dull and boring". "Yea". From the comic strip, Tiger.

Rhymes and a First Day

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

This isn't really a rhyme.

I'm confused.

Did I troll you ?

Saw my friends today. Actually feels good to be back among those retards :)

Hard to believe I was writing in a book, I felt like a caveman *beats chest wildly*

My teachers are even more caveman/woman-ish. It's like evolution left them behind. I thought of that. #badass

Random Fact: Air India has the ugliest air hostess' in the airline industry.

Being in school, always helps your 'bawss' ness increase. I was feeling pretty bawssy today. Not bossy, BAWSSY. Big difference.

Today's day also consisted of guessing and missing and feeling like a noob.

Note: We need to thank the noobs. They give us reasons to laugh and cast a ray of sunshine into our lives. Noob is in bitch.

Today I heard the most ironic story ever. While talking to a friend about the oddities of life, he suddenly launched into this story.

A woman who went into coma, was declared dead. When she finally woke up, it was during her funeral. She was so shocked, she had a cardiac arrest and died. Talk about irony.

On a different note: Genes are unfair.

Ah, the first days of school. The run up is always apprehensive, but the follow through is enjoyed by all.

Blimey, that sentence would've made Navjot Singh Sidhu proud !

Let's take this thing to 2000 hits people :D

I'm in a school.

The title says it all. That is all.
I'm watching India vs England on a friend's Galaxy S2. Ooh...wicket !
This friend is good. I have many benefits having him as friend. Wait, no, not in the Friends With Benefits way.
Bye.

The Vacations Are Over, It Is Time For School.

Nooooooooooooooo.

What a cliché title. Pfft, bastard.

So what if vacations are over? Its not the end of the world, is it? Its not as if you go to Azkaban to study.

The last-day-of-holiday talk is amusing.
"Doooode, I didn't do anything useful this summer!" - Reality : They did a LOT this summer.
"Dooooode, I didn't study shit! So depressing! Uggh!" - Reality : They studied a lot this summer.
"Doooooode, I don't want school to start maan! Fuck it!" - Reality : They can't wait for school!
"Doooooode, I've become fat!" - Reality : They have become fat.

My holidays were pretty cool. As usual. Fucking cliché.
I met new people in B'lore when I FINALLY went there after a gap of about 2-3 years. Nice people. Better than you. This blog came into existence then. I travelled half way across the world to survive a hurricane and earthquake. No, I'm NEVER going to stop talking on that! I watched Star Wars in a car. I  got a hair cut. I started thinking about life after Grade 12. Have lots to think about that segment of life.

I actually want school to start. I will be bored of it within a week and will want the holidays to start again. 'Cuz I'm cool like that, bro.

First-day-of-school talk is also amusing.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"How were your holidays?"
"Boring, yours?"
"Boring."
"Okay."

That is my every-year-first-day-talk.

"Heeeeeey!"
"Hiiiii maaaaan"
"How were your holssss?! AAAAAAAAAA"

"OhMyGod, they were the shiz! I did ___ and ____ and went ___ ...Yours?!"

"OhMyGod, how coool, mine were So Coool! I did ___ and ___ and ____."
That has never happened to me. Pretty shit.

I'm missng  the Federer v/s Djokovic match. Damn it!

For some reason, I can't wait for 9/11. I have a feeling something uncanny will take place. Something new. Something spectacular. Something unimaginable by the weak minded.

I also can't wait for the Tribute In Lights spectacle. 88 7000 Watt lights going to shine in place of the doomed towers. Wonderful concept.





By Sam Spratt.

I shampooed my hair by mistake today. It was fun realizing it.

It's About What You Eat and other things.

It is Onam today.  To me, its not about harvesting crops and things concerned with the Harvest, but about my friends from the South, from God's Own Country (How?) wearing a fancy, white cloth instead of jeans, eating off banana leaves and giving me banana chips.

My mom decided to get into the Onam festival mood by making Onam related food (damn, I'm rhyming it like a boss) which tasted like normal Gujju food with an infusion of coconut milk and brown banana (How? Stale? Damn). Is the coconut and the raw banana separating the food of North and the South, and thus their respective cultures? Hmm... I wonder.

Food is a wonderful way to "learn" about and feel other cultures. It helps us experience what the respective cultures have endured over generations and thus food acts as a link to connect a community to the outside world.
Eating the Aviyal, (The almost Gujju food ^) I felt so Keralitey. I was connected to the South.
Similarly, eating an exotic pizza, with the dripping cheese and wonderful sauce induces an Italian in me. A burger makes me a lazy American Fat Man.

I need an Apple product. The only apple I have sits in the Fruits and Vegetables Basket inside the fridge.

Start of school approaching fast, so is the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. I wasted the holidays as always. 2 months are not enough to burn the stress accumulated in about 10 months of school.

Tribute in Lights.

Blast and Shake.

Delhi went through  a lot yesterday. First another terrorist attack. Then a night time earthquake, kind of like a bonus to the briefcase bombers.

Russia lost it's Ice Hockey team in a plane crash.
Twin Suicide bombings occurred in Quetta, Pakistan.
Yesterday was as if some force thought of going ape on humans.
I say "another" terrorist attack because bombings have become quite a routine. 2 months ago there were blasts in Mumbai. No one has been caught yet. There were no CCTVs at the High Court. WTF? Malls have CCTVs, but not High Courts?! Bombings are like wake up calls to the Indian government, "Fix your security system, *insert swear word of choice*. No one wakes up though.
After a terrorist attack, play the blame game, hold a candle vigil for the unfortunate souls, then get back to work. Done.
I know how the earthquake must have felt. I've been through it. I managed to survive. Win.

Met "friends" after approximately 7 weeks. Only their waistlines have changed, nothing else.

One smart man, "I will introduce differentiation to trouble the minds of younglings"
Another, "Oh, great idea, why not introduce differentiated tissues in Biology. That'll screw them up."
Yet another, "Fantastic ideas, bros. You know what, lets also introduce Anti Differentiation aka Integration. Waoh. That'll torture them."
All three together - "Muahaha"

Smart asses ^.

Disclaimer: I'm not annoyed with their introductions. Without those concepts, we wouldn't be where we are now. We would probably still be in caves.

There might be something new posted here. Something different. There, "MIGHT".

It is love.

I know your eyes lit up reading the title. You horny *insert swear word of choice*.
Contrary to what you're expecting, I'm not in love with a person... Yet. Or even if I am, I haven't noticed it, just like the movies. If that is the case, then, well, I'm doomed.
Anyway, that is not my point here.

There are few things that I love, and even fewer whom I love and even fewer love me back.
One of the few things that I love is playing cricket. My footsteps shout out, "Cool guy walking, watch out" when I walk to the start of my bowling run up. The sound of the bat hitting the ball sounds like cool. The perspiration smells like cool. I love the game, even though India are playing like first timers.
I played cricket today... No, not on my ancient PS2.
You should read this post, if you understood my feelings for cricket.

"Dooode, if its a six, how can I catch it?", Clyde. Fellow human.

Tennis is a fun game, too. The cricketer in me took over when I first played it. I never found those unfortunate tennis balls...

I like to believe that somewhere out there, to someone, I mean the world. If its you, let me know. If its not, think about it.
I'm a narcissist.

Christina Perri.

Say What ?!

Look who's back, back again.

Foodie's back tell a friend ;)

Today I watched Sherlock Holmes. Again. Every time I watch that movie, I giggle like a tween girl listening to Justin Beiber. No need to worry, I think.

Other news, I still haven't gotten my Pottermore invite. I feel like how Snape must have felt when James married Lily. Don't have a word for it, right now.

I also saw how Rajnikanth looks like without makeup and the works. He reminded me of the guy working in the supermarket near my house. I wonder if he'll give me free things if I tell him.

Food for thought, apparently Hummus cheers you up. So if you're depressed, instead of grabbing that tub of ice-cream. Eat some Hummus with you thumbus!

Some writer once said never use an exclamation mark in your work, it's like laughing at your own joke. I laugh at my own jokes ! B)

The heat seems to be dying out. I feel happy, I wasn't fried this summer.

School starts on 9/11. Another unavoidable tragedy. *sigh*

Some random cool facts about 9/11 :

20 people were pulled out alive from the rubble.

Fires raged on at Ground Zero for 99 days.

The plane engines survived the crash.

People in Iran were arrested for taking part in a water fight. Lol.

Signing out with a song about Hummus <3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIybz6axr1Q

He is one of us. Fiction.

His glow in the dark Timex showed 5 30 AM. "Too early for my eyes to
open and body to function", he thought as he tried to muster strength
to sit up. His mouth, dry, smelled like the the day before's dinner of
Paneer Tikka, his favourite, his head spun, due to the sudden change
in altitude, his vision distraught. He didn't recognise his arms, they
looked alien. His throat burned. Finally he stepped out of his trance
and held the handle of the near by sofa to help him stand. He managed
two shacky steps before stumbling down, leading to a deafening crash.
The hangover of the late night drinking hadn't passed. But he couldn't
give up. He needed to reach the refrigerator. He tried again... Like
an infant learning his first steps, he took support of the wall and
reached the fridge and opened it with a slight creak. The light
blinded him. He cursed under his breath. "Who the F**K thought of such
bright light?!". After his eyes had adjusted, he, still hoping that
his father doesn't wake up, thrust his arm, which still looked unusual
to him, into the fridge to get him his beloved orange juice, his
tonic. Its acridity and slight bitterness always helped him overcome
the hangover. He looked at himself in the mirror on the fridge door,
his eyes now adjusted to the dim light of the rising sun pouring in
from the kitchen window behind him, and thought himself to look cool.
The goatee suited the slightly tapering physique of his face. He
flexed his biceps to show his macho. Refreshed, he then placed the
orange juice back and stuttered towards his bed. He was almost there
when he noticed his dad behind him. F**k. Then he saw his dad , what he previously thought as impossible, open the fridge and fetch out the orange juice. He stood there stunned, feet rooted to the ground. Then his dad opened the bottle and gulped i
the juice down. "Woahh! Like father like son" He quickly scampered off to bed making a mental note to HighFive his dad.

This Or That?

Pessimism. Optimism.
I look at pessimism as reverse psychology. Optimism makes people sad because things don't usually work out the way most people want them to. But pessimism makes me feel cool, especially when something works out when I'm pessimistic about it. I get the chance to say "I told you thusly", even though I didn't.
I recently(yesterday) received pleasing news. Which, at first I hoped would work out fine and thus will allow me to become a super boss, but then I thought, (Yay), why not try the reverse phycology/pessimistic path. Now I look at the good news as "aah, what the heck am I all psyched up about? It won't work out anyway". (It usually doesn't work out well with this point of view, but I'll give it a shot).
P.S-Secretly I'm wishing that it does work out.

Meeting friends after the vacations is quite fun. No one asks me about my vacation because I manage to update all my vacation fun as status updates. But, some friends still want to hang out. Some are too afraid of the heat, which I am too. The former are good people. The latter are smart people, but not necessarily  good people. Some people want to play cricket with me in this harsh and unforgiving weather, they are epic people, not necessarily smart people.

Pottermore is being kind to me, excpet for a few glitches here and there. I find galleons. I hope HSBC can get into a partnership wth Gringotts.

I must really get back to work now.

Be good.

The Letter of Happyness.

"Your Pottermore account is ready! Step this way..."
Those words are clearly the best substitutes for my Hogwarts letter. For anyone's Hogwarts letter. I slept with a wide smile after viewing that epic email. I woke up smiling.
Entering Pottermore, I was reminded of my happy days in Club Penguin. But Pottermore is epic-er and better and best-er.
The force was with me. It was mine. I was it.

I am PhoenixWolfsbane31. (Add me if you're on Pottermore) The Phoenix suggested, to me, a link with Gryffindor. My wand which has a Phoenix core, suggested, to me, a link with Gryffindor. I ended up getting sorted into Ravenclaw. Wait. WHAT?!
I must have chosen the wrong options. My account might have been jinxed.  I must have ended up on the wrong side of karma, like FTK down there. Being optimistic is a bitch thing to be.
Atleast, as a consolidator, I'm not in Hufflepuff. I wouldn't want to die and end up becoming a vampire.

I went for an unexpected and uncharacteristic jog to perspire the feeling of being in the most overcrowded House on Pottermore. It didn't help. I ended up getting sweaty and stinky and out of breath and on the verge of extinction. Instead, what helped me was Pokemon which magically appeared on my TV screen. I don't remember the last time I watched it. Pikachu looks the same. Team Rocket blasted off again.

No photo for you today. I'm so mean. I'm so badass. I'm in love with Pikachu.

On the wrong side of Karma

Karma is a b***h. Period.

India is cool and rainy, not at all like UAE.

I love this place.

Save Now doesn't always work, I can't find any of the posts that I saved. That's karma again.

I like our school's new website, I can't for the life of me find where they've uploaded the holiday homework #win.

Apparently the label for this post is scooters, vacation and fall. Blogger is smart.

Girls talk too much. Yap yap yap, they never stop. It gives me headaches.

I've lost weight. Apparently in India, when you open a fridge there is nothing worth snacking on. Sad life.

I still haven't gotten my Pottermore invite. Damn it.

Akshith Dass wanted me to post poems here. That'll happen soon enough.

Till then ciao

On the way back home.

The past few days are just fragments in my memory. I have lost sense of time. Haven't lost sanity, though. Not yet.

Penelope Cruz... Jack Sparrow... Sleep.. Cars... Hot chicks... Food... Sleep...

That ^, is what my memory is like.

I remember Penelope Cruz because of Pirates of the Caribbean . She looked so good with her Spanish accent. I'll have to go to Spain someday. I need to learn Spanish, very useful and it sounds funny, so does Italian.

I learnt, in the plane, that Fast Five is a good movie. I should have watched it earlier, but I didn't because the previous Fast & Furious gave me the creeps. PoC wasn't bad either. I missed Orlando and Keira, though.

Chicago's airport should be renamed from O'Hare to India's Airport In America. Indians have taken over Chicago. SO MANY INDIANS! The Patel dynasty, apparently, runs most of the Dunkin Donuts in Chicago. They'll be so proud of Parthiv. Beautiful knock of 95. Pity he couldn't reach triple figures. 

McD of Chinatown.

HSBC in Chinatown

Chinese have taken over a part of Manhattan. The part is called Chinatown. DUHH! All the shop names are in Chinese. The menu of the McDonalds there is in Chinese. 

Now that I'm back home, I need to get life into the study lane. I need to shed a few kilos, grow facial hair , search for my books, complete assignments, make a list of bozos who'll have my assignments and take cash from them, play some cricket, watch some cricket.

Wanna be my chammak chalo? *happy face*

Goodbyes.

My final post from the United States of America. I'm really going to miss this place. It's beautiful. Wait, I already told you that.

USA gives Indians the sense of being smart because Americans are pretty stupid. They may look all official and intelligent but that is because of the reputation America has of being a super power and hence Americans gain default respect. But they're, nevertheless, stupid. An Indian could whoop American butt easy.
(I hope no one at the immigration reads my blog, or else I'll end up in Guatanamo Bay. Wait, its closed, isn't it?)

But I'll still miss the pretty American women  (No, not Preity Zinta) and their almost invisible mini shorts.
I'll miss doing this in shops - "Ooooh, awesome T Shirt. Woah, $20. Not bad. I'll take it. *Happy and excited* Wait. *thinking expression* $20 = 20 X 3.68 = Something around Dhs 60. Insane price, bro. *thinking expression again*. Bah, who cares, I'll take it *Happy and excited again*"
Don't tell me that you never did that ^.

I'll miss the black Amercans, there are dark skinned people in Dubai too, but they don't speak like the dark skinned ones here, bro. They speak cool. Most of them are extremely over weight,
they still speak cool.

Tissues and napkins are two different terms here.


Times Sqaure.

Most of all, I'll miss Times Square. It is probably, one of the few places on earth which makes you feel like you're watching yourself on TV. Like you're watching Times Sqaure on your TV but you're INSIDE your TV. I *Heart* Times Square.

I'm aniticipating a majestic welcome back home. I survived a hurricane! Isn't that a good enough reason?

The clock has struck 10. My final hour before I begin the end of my vacations has arrived.

I'm so dead when I get back to Dubai. I'll tell you about that later, I don't want you to start preaparing for the party after my funeral.

Hasta-La-Vistaa, babeh.

Daedalus To Earth (or is it Internet?)

Hello....
Beep...Beep....Beep.

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That was a little something for the readers.
It reveals my name, and yes it is in Morse Code (no, seriously it is.)

If you actually decoded that, there is a spark of curiosity in you.
Congrtzzzzz (Current teenager speak)
OK, enough of the daily cheesiness.

So, where have I been for these 2-3 weeks?
I was studying.
LOL jk, I was too busy finishing a project.
LOL jk(x2), I was too bored to do anything which might indirectly alleviate my boredom.

So now, that I have come back, I have nothing to write about (yet again).

Let's see, we'll talk about Anna Hazaare.
(:O Should be your reaction).
No, I'm not going to say how good he is.
I just wanted to say, he sucks.
To the very core of his being.
His 'fasts' consist of 1 juice per day and 1 bowl of curd.
How is that fasting? (lolllzzzzz)
Perhaps I have the definition of fasting confused, oh well.
People support him randomly just so that they have something to DO in their miserable, pathetic and non-eventful life.
More on Anna later.

[Switching back to my life]

Ok, So I got a new smartphone yesterday.
The best there is.
It's name?
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Shit, I love doing that.

Today is also September 1st.
It's when the train to Hogwarts leaves from Platform 9 and 3 Quarters onward towards magic.
The train leaves in 6 minutes, gotta hurry.
See you at Hogwarts.
Will my magical companions allow me to use muggle devices?
Hmmm.........
I'll let you know soon.

-Okbai