When Dreams Come True.

Let me tell you of the time when I played God. Not the entire story, don't want my effigy burning on the streets.
I had a dream. It wasn't an ordinary dream like the one in Biology class. This one was an upgraded version, good graphics, not-so-imaginary sound quality. A dream that came true. (I can hear people saying "what a ba****d". And now, hopefully they have a sly grin on their face, if not, this may be my last post, I'm getting killed.)
Since my vision, as I would like to call it, has come true, I feel powerful. It's a feeling like the one I might get, nay will get when Sachin Tendulkar reaches his 100th ton (which is when a dark skinned Homo sapien will show off his literary skills here), it's like the feeling that I know I'll feel when I get my Hogwarts acceptance letter, it's like being drunk without consuming alcohol.
Unfortunately I wasn't at the right place to witness my vision take place, but I'm sure it would have been like   déjà vu.
Another dream came true for me. This one took almost 3 years. I finally managed to score above 75/100 in English. I know you're all thinking- heh, what an arsehole. WHATEVER LOSER! It has not been easy, I had to overcome the shock of a B1 in my Gr 10 boards while some people around me who probably can neither comprehend this post nor can can compose a complex sentence had a shiny A2 or A1 in their report cards. Oh, the humanity. I finally overcame the 75/100 curse, and I felt the same way as described above.

I should dream more often. I should probably expand the list of topics I dream on.

The Indian Cricket Team should win more. Or they would have to face memes like this one -

Courtesy of a boy who found a meme generating site.

And songs like this one -

This should be the team's anthem for now.

I graduate on Valentine's Day. Oh the humanity? Oh awesome, I can save my ForeverAlone T-shirt for the prom? NOOOOOOOO? Vote on the poll.

Times of Despair.

I sit in a room, watching the world outside unfold. People bustling to other areas of my home to complete chores while I just sit and watch. I feel boss sitting alone in the shadows, planning out life, my next victim, things to do. I've always thought of shadows as sinister objects and lurking in the shadows reveals my Dark Passenger. Basically, I get all emo.

Then I freak out. I don't know why I'm freaking out. Is it the exam portion? Its not like I haven't managed to study such an amount of portion. And I have a week to go.

But since I have nothing else on my agenda to freak out about. The exam portion must be it.

India is back on the cricket field. Sehwag, Tendulkar, Dravid are macho. Umesh Yadav is on his way to becoming the next "Munaf Patel" in my view. Brian Lara's doppleganger plays like Brian Lara.. I want him to score a century, he has the potential, I like watching him bat. Chanderpaul was Chanderpaul, boss.

I will sleep now. Not in the stalker mood. That doesn't mean that I'm not in serial killer mode. Lock your doors. (Yea, like that's gonna help).

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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.

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.