I took my love down to Violet Hill,

There we sat in the snow,

All that time she was silent still,

Said if you love me, won't you let me know?

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Nobody said it was easy...

The last theory exam is over. High School Graduation Day is approaching fast. So are more exams. More on that later.

Surprisingly, there is nothing for me to do, which is probably why I'm here. (Read : There are loads of things I could be doing right now, but instead I'm not)

I have put on weight because of these exams. Exam weight. Its just like putting on holiday weight, but I have fun putting on holiday weight. On the other hand, I feel like a complete arsehole putting on exam weight. Hvae to burn the extra cals. Till then - 

Chris can do no wrong.

Life in Shorts

I do not remember the last time I wore a full-pant. I walk in shorts, I talk in shorts, and do almost every thing else one does wearing a full pant. I do not have perfect legs, they're good, but not toned to show my calf muscle pop out at every step. Shorts have helped aerate my skin pores and allow the air flow, causing a cool upward drift. True, a lungi would do that in a better way. But I like my shots. SHOT SHOT SHOTSHOTSHOTS! I meant shorts.

"Communication is very important. You may be a graduate, but it won't matter if you can't communicate properly. You must make your enemies feel like they're the most important people in the world with your words. A successful business man is one who can convince to a person to buy a product which the person doesn't even need. A successful business man is one who can sell a comb to a bald person".
Words spoken by my father to me.

I love the lyrics of Coldplay's songs. The way they combine random things baffles my brain, making me like them. For instance - Like a river to a raindrop, I lost a friend.
And then there is this - 

The tightrope that I'm walking just sways and ties,The devil as he's talking with those angel eyes,And I just want to be there when the lightning strikes,And the saints go marching in

I'm off to Watford, England. Okbai. And bring back the water your ships rode in. Classic.

I Could Watch You Forever.

Cinema.... Cinema.... Cinema. Proceeded by an epic dubstep thingy. Like EPIC!
It is so epic, it was the only thing that came to my mind when I was asked about Bacillus thuringiensis. It is so epic, that its beats match the frequency of my footsteps. It is so epic that I'm listening to it as I copy Coldplay's albums from one mass storage device to another. Can't wait to add Mylo Xyloto in the Coldplay-albums-which-I-have-list. Parachutes was okay, I hope A Rush Of Blood To The Head rushes blood to my ear due to an eargasm.

#foreveralone

I don't like being lonely. Being lonely makes me feel alone. Like its the end of the world. Like I'm Wall-E. The school bus is like a private limousine driven by an extremely bored bulky man who looks like he has better things to do other than picking up 3 kids so that they can study/make out in school. The school bus was one part of school that I looked forward to, mainly because I could play Zombie Highway on my friend's iPod. Now the iPod is gone, the friend travels by railway, and I feel like Wall-E.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks 

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun.

Para.. Para.. Millionaire.

"Its going to be Para Para Paradise". I type this post with Coldplay's new single playing through my earphones, giving me a eargasm. 
The song has managed to pull me away from what I perceive as reality, to a completely different place. A place where the ranting, irritating voice of my teachers is muted. Their annoyed faces seem happy. Oooh, a pretty pony. Oooh, a rainbow. Woah, a leprechaun. I'm not drugged.

"नमस्कार, में अमिताभ बच्चन बोल रहा हूं कौन बनेगा करोड़पति से|"

Kaun Banega Crorepati is a beautiful show. It has proven that even though you may be from the most remote part of remote India, you can still win loads of money because you had the eagerness to study and become a learned person.

Acid in stomach. Tears in eyes. Saliva in mouth. BodyFluidPoetry.