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.

Foodie Ke Dohe

There is this cool guy
Who writes poems to diss you
Who is taller than me
Who can probably rhyme better than me
Who is going to be AR's new entry      (THAT ACTUALLY RHYMED)

Call him Foodie
He will make you think about life with his poems
And make you feel emotionally fuzzy
He will bring a new feel to your AR experience
He will hit you if you say bum.

I'm a poet now. I'm getting cooler. Call the new guy FoodieTheKavi, or FTK!

Acknowledgements and a new rambler.

Thank you.
I'm very glad that you liked what you read yesterday.
My Facebook wall was filled with more wall posts than what it got on my birthday.
To show how grateful I am, I've changed the blog template, added a poll, and the number of page views. Wow, 100+ already. See, see. :D
Many more boxes to arrive soon. 
Personalizing a blog is hard work. Proposing to your girlfriend is easier. Try it. I dare you.
The page views thingy is added only for my personal satisfaction. It makes me smile. You want to see me smiling, trust me.


Yesterday was a good day. Alternating Reality came life. I got wall posts. I was pleased.
I received "that" much awaited e-mail from a friend. I was very pleased.
Someone actually commented on of the posts. I was pleased.


Okay, enough about me and before this crappy WiFi connection which I'm "stealing" ( Did I mention that I'm in Bangalore? No? Okay) gets disconnected and shows me words that I've started to dread the most - Limited or No Connectivity, Alternating Reality now has a new member. A new author. Yes, clap for him. ENOUGH! His name shall be revealed by him. Suspense hai boss.


I will be back. I've got stuff to do and places to go.

"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep." , Robert Frost.

ooh, I've always wanted to try italics. Fancy.


Oh, Facebook page up. The social plug in box will be up soon, as soon as I can figure it out. Loong way to go.