It happens for good.

Dear Readers

How have you been doing?

I’m sleepy.

Did you miss me? Even if you say no, I’m taking it as a yes because I know you did. No point denying it, you’ll have better luck trying to convince your chuddy-buddies that you don’t like that girl in your building. I always end up blabbing about a girl, don’t I?

I didn’t post yesterday for two reasons, firstly to teach you the art of being patient. See, I’m a good guy.
Secondly, I didn’t have time. I didn’t have time to notice good looking people on my way home from SAT class. I was THAT busy.

Some of you future IITians will rubbish me. Okay, I wasn’t THAT busy.

Sehwag got a King Pair. I might very well be dead, if I wasn’t THAT busy. Cook played like a true boss and got out like a true Indian. I heard this on T.V - “It was a mountainous inning with no peak” or something like that, I liked it. Experts of the game may be tired of Sehwag’s batting performance and India’s fail no.1 ranking, I don’t blame them. I have my own theory, I believe what Ranbir says is true, Indian batsmen aren’t performing because the dressing room is in the wrong location. Curse you English architects.

Very soon, I won’t have time to think on such ^ interesting topics. Soon, I’ll complete high school, wear a robe kind of thing which will undoubtedly make me feel like Harry, and I may even get my wand to the graduation ceremony. Soon, I’ll have to make important decisions which will affect my life. My brain feels funny when I think about my future. Does yours? No? Get a life.

It’s a harsh and unforgiving life out there. I can’t make decisions; I’m scared of the “What If” and hence of failing. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had a high success rates in decision making, because of which, I don’t become captain of the gully cricket team. I kinda like it when some decisions are imposed on me, there’s no way out. I can’t even order food in a restaurant! There is so much to choose from. Damn.

I’ll have to just go with the flow.

"Whatever happens happens for good".

I like that ^ saying. Makes life easier. It makes my future destiny’s mistake. Bleh.

Happy Rakshabandan sisters. No, I’m not distributing gifts or Cadbury celebrations like that guy on TV.

Akshith has a bad day and speaks out, (kinda).

Virender Sehwag’s golden duck should’ve warned me about it. His bad outing at Edgbaston meant that my day wouldn't be a peaceful one. You must be wondering what bullshit. You’re wrong. Ha! I can crap on you because I have a blog. #likeaboss.


Virender Sehwag and I share a common birthday (along with my grade 10 Social Studies and grade 4class teacher) . HOW SEXY IS THAT (excluding what is in the bracket)?! HA! Thus I conclude that I share a connection with Viru. I call him Viru. More on that connection later.


So, I didn't figure out that I’ll be having an emotionally unstable day then. It kinda became obvious later on. In the SAT class, I was in a room with two of the chattiest girls in the UNIVERSE during a bloody surprise test! How the hell can I think about the essay writing part when around me the two females talk to each other about parties and sleepovers.


After that was done, I had to confront Stupid Friend (SF for short). His brain is probably a single cell of differentiated tissue, and the part of the brain that figures out the obvious is absent in his single celled brain. I cannot leak the contents of our conversation, he’ll kill me. It’s funny how people can bully me via the internet. Bastards. In short, after the blood sucking testing, I took up the role of smart kid and good friend and explained almost every minute detail of how he should approach his “friend” *wink.wink* He still didn't figure it out.


India's crap batting added to the gloom. My grandmom's epic statement made things a little better, watching Dhoni bat, she said, "Dahi khai ne aayvo hasey". That's in Gujarati.


Later in bed *ALONE!* I started to think and when that happens shit happens, I get sad. I started wondering about why the hell am I even blogging? Who the hell even wants to read my blog? What’s the use of spamming random people, going through those painful security checks, which are more helpful to catch drunk drivers than stop spamming? Why should I waste my time to force you to read? After few more questions, I don’t remember them now, I check the blog nostalgically and saw the rioter’s post. That changed things.


I received the Pottermore congratulations e-mail. That just owned the sad and crappy me.


I ate a dosa in the morning. That destroyed the still partly sad me.


I typed on a typewriter in the morning. The thuck thuck sounds made me feel like a boss. And I thought screw you, I’m blogging. Blogging makes me a boss. See what I did to SF up there ^, he’s probably crying now.


OMG THE BLOG LOOKS BEAUTIFUL! BLOGASM! Thank you Daedalus.