Pata Lagao Daya.

It was the House Day a few days ago.
Most of us wore formals to school, suit-boot. Others, who are not included in "us" wore clothes, just clothes. Plain, boring clothes.
The house day was more of a photo session than a school event. There were groups of students capturing memories in digital format. There were a billion groups. Being a photo-whore, I tried to get into as many photo-session-groups as possible. The pictures aren't THAT bad. My lips look very pink though.
The events of the House Day, other than the spontaneous photo sessions, weren't THAT epic. I missed the dances because I had to run around school for a certificate. I ran around in formal clothing. So, total win.
The House Day was supposed to be a farewell party for the 12th Graders. I didn't see the connection. The farewell connection became clear when we were kicked out of the auditorium, half an hour before the scheduled end of the event. Pretty fitting for a farewell. "Get out of the auditorium, goodbye".


What caught my attention, and the whole school's attention was a movie. An epic movie.
Usually, I wont recommend anything to anyone unless the thing has me in it or has something contributed to it by me. Call me self-obsessed, I wouldn't care. Call me a narcissist, I won't mind. Call me a jerk face dickhead, Woah, I'll kill you! Stop!
But times have changed. Or rather, time will bring in the change. I'm trying to be more accepting of the talents shown by my colleagues, instead of a critic of their talent. I'm trying to hate them less, this does not imply that I'm liking them more.
The movie is a hit. It won't be a surprise if it goes viral on YouTube. If Friday can get hits, this movie should win the Oscar.
Watch it -

Thought it was epic and loved the dead person? Click here - https://www.facebook.com/pages/IJAZ-Khuss/155386624564343 to go the official profile of the dead man, Ijaz Khuss.

Didn't like it? Click here.

"Nobody said it was easy
Oh, it's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I'm going back to the start

I would love to.... *Screen black out *

School Is Ending.

It's almost the end of my school life. 15 years I have spent with the title of a school go-er. Good 15 years, I must say.

School ending is making people do wacky things, with the excuse of it being the "last time ever". The excuse is fool proof. Want to take a photo with the teacher you've had a crush on? Go ahead, last time ever. That, by the way, doesn't happen in my school. We're allowed to wear formals to school for a day. Guess why? Last day of school. Yay.

I was manager of my class' football team. Bunch of jerks. Caused me to have an early retirement. It was good experience being manager of 13 budding football stars, who need better tactics on the field, who know more about football than me. Bunch of jerks, I play better than them.

Dexter season finale will be watched by me today. I'm fully prepared. Bought plastic wrap, tranquilizer ready, knives ready. Dexter has taken over my brain. I stole glass slides from the biology lab. Tonight is the night.

My biology teacher thinks we (my class) can't get girls. Time to prove her wrong.

Week 39

Today is the last day of week no. 39.
13 more weeks for Jan 1, 2012. 64 weeks till you die.
Today is also the first day of the Knowledge and Human Development Authority's inspection week. My school is going to behave as if Pippa Middleton is going to get married there. School is going to be fun for a week. the teachers are going to be on their best behavior. Even though they're not getting paid extra for it... Or are they? The grass is greener in my school. The sun is brighter is brighter in my school. Okay, how is that possible? Everything is possible my friend, when KHDA's inspection looms over your head.

I am ill. I have been a victim of rhinoviruses. They piss me off. October pisses me off. Last year, my larynx stopped functioning properly. I thought - nay, believed - that it was my voice maturing and when my larynx starts to function well, I'll have a deep, manly, beautiful voice. But I ended up with laryngitis, on my birthday. To make matters worse, I inhaled fumes coming out of some idiot's failed chemistry experiment in the chemistry lab. I think it was mine. I don't have laryngitis now though. Not yet, anyway.
I have the common cold. When I grow up, I will make a vaccine to prevent common cold. Mark my words.

You should listen to Like A Knife by Secondhand Serenade. The intro music is happy. I would like it to be the background music for when I successfully propose to a girl. I can even imagine it right now - She says yes I will, I get happy, hug her, the cameras circle around us, the applause, the music. It is that happy. The lyrics are sad though, like most of Secondhand's songs.

I must go now. School beckons.

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.

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.