Keeping Mum.

Not your mom.

Words and actions have a way of transmitting themselves to unwanted places. Which is why I'll just sit on my couch and let time pass. I'll hibernate. Best.

The Game of Thrones theme song is on the right path to dislodge the Dexter theme song as the best theme song ever.
The Game of Thrones theme song has dislodged the Dexter theme song. It's a revolution.

Just over 24 hours left till I graduate.

"If every day in the life of a school could be the last day but one, there would be little fault to find with it."
Stephen Leacock

Funny name. ^ 

Controversially Yours.

Shoaid Akhtar undoubtedly wins the award for the Most Apt Title Of An Auto Biography in 2011, till date.
He may have written shit on Tendulkar, Dravid, his team, his mom, etc., but I don't care about Breaking News his book has been causing. The news channels should have seen it coming by reading the bloody title. It freaking says Controversially Yours. What did they expect from it? Instructions to grow weed in their backyard? The real reason why  the chicken crossed the road?

Similarly... Week 39 is a volatile post now that an inspector knows of my blogger half. If Week 39 lands on the wrong website... Khalas. Yea, that is the happening word now. Khalas. Finished. Even though this may seem like an exaggeration, Week 39 could have the potential to get my ass kicked. Physically harming my bottom. Worst case scenario, as I see it, is that The Indian High School gets condemned and I get deported. It is risky being. But I like it. On the other hand, I should really stop bitching about school for now. Dark times these.. Very dark.

I thought my emo period had set in today, but it was just a false alarm. But I did have brief thoughts about seizing opportunities, being an opportunist. The voice in my head said," Just do whatever you want to, Akshith. Fuck the world". I'm pretty sure that I was spoken to when I was listing out the pros and cons of having a girlfriend during the physics period. Its silly how the mind can wander off to utopia at the most inappropriate timings.

Dexter is murdering again. Wheeeeeeee.

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.

Hit and Run. Then Wake Up.

Baseball is a funny sport. Baseballers can bat for only 3 balls and people pay to watch it. Critics of cricket complain about a test match's 2 innings but apparently enjoy baseball's 9. Chucking is allowed. Shoaib Akhtar will be a great baseballer. I actually had to check Google for his spelling. Dayum, how forgotten is he? *shocked emoticon*

Why are baseball batsmen criminals?
Because all they do is hit and run.
Jokes.

I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be in front of a book, as usual. But I'm not, as usual.

I have this beautiful tune swimming through my head these days. Earlier it was the Star Wars theme song. Dexter's theme song plays in my head from the moment I wake up. I even look for a mosquito to smack when I open my eyes. It has captivated me. I hold a knife and the song plays in my head, I draw the shower curtain and the song plays in my head. I feel like Dexter Morgan completing his ritual when I'm surrounded by the plastic shower curtain. The theme song puts a spring in my step, just like Coldplay's Every Tear Drop Is A Waterfall.
"I wake up in the morning feeling like Dexter Morgan, look around for a mosquito and in the night I need to kill."
That ^ was supposed to play in your head like Ke$ha's Tik Tok (with minor adjustments where ever required)

I think I'm doped. But then again, I think many things.

"Open your eyes and look at what you did!!!"

Serial killer pharmacist and bag packing.

Finally, after 10 days, I watched an episode of Dexter yesterday. I'm on season 5 now and I know I'm late. But then watching S5 now would keep Dexter alive in my head when S6 arrives. I can't wait. I love the way Dexter kills people. Michael C Hall makes it look like fun, almost like a hobby/part time job. It looks so easy, makes me wanna kill. You wouldn't be alive then. *happy-evil emoticon here*

Packing a bag is such a bitch. It requires massive levels of attention, decision making, extreme expertise in Tetris, good remembering skills, etc.,. Apparently I suck in all those aspects, which is why I forgot my sim card, coffee powder in B'lore and probably broke previous carry on baggage weight record by smuggling in 7 extra kilograms. Which is also why I didn't pack my bag for the USA trip. America deprived me of cricket today.

Fracas is such a beautiful word. Its pronunciation makes my lips feel good. Good lips are important.
Phhrrraacasss. Phhrr.


Me : 1 box of Neocold.
Pharmacist (searching on his computer for Neucold) - Umm, we don't have Neocold. *searches again* Neocold, uhh nothing coming, nothing coming for Neocold.
Me (in my head): I am so blogging about you.