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.

On the wrong side of Karma

Karma is a b***h. Period.

India is cool and rainy, not at all like UAE.

I love this place.

Save Now doesn't always work, I can't find any of the posts that I saved. That's karma again.

I like our school's new website, I can't for the life of me find where they've uploaded the holiday homework #win.

Apparently the label for this post is scooters, vacation and fall. Blogger is smart.

Girls talk too much. Yap yap yap, they never stop. It gives me headaches.

I've lost weight. Apparently in India, when you open a fridge there is nothing worth snacking on. Sad life.

I still haven't gotten my Pottermore invite. Damn it.

Akshith Dass wanted me to post poems here. That'll happen soon enough.

Till then ciao

Alternating Reality - First Steps.

Hello. Thank you for making it this far. You must’ve had a hard time ignoring the repeated reminders, that my minions have been issuing,  to check this blog. I know it has been difficult for you. I know you have been spammed. I take full responsibility for it. I’m so #badass (ooh a hashtag)

Alternating Reality, the place where you might, if you’re lucky, get to see what really goes on in my brain ( whatever that is  left of it), otherwise you shall be enlightened with the happenings in an ordinarily unique child’s life struggling for survival in this harsh, unforgiving world. LOL, no, I don’t live in the grasslands of Ethopia. Or any other forest, that is. I find it cool to exaggerate the condition of this world. ENOUGH ABOUT THE WORLD! I won’t tell you about what’s REALLY happening in the differentiated mass of tissue protected by my cranium, I’m afraid to do so. I’m scared of letting anyone in that dark corner of my brain. I’m afraid you might… Umm … Die. I don’t want to lose a reader. See, I’m a good guy. #win.

Let me be frank with you, I was inspired to blog. Yes, I do get inspired,(by few). I was inspired by BurstingRandomosity, whose author/founder/whatever is a good friend of mine. I am so humble. #winagain

When Alternating Reality isn’t talking about my love life, my obsession with good, silky hair, Taylor Swift songs, etc, varied and controversial topics such as why the chicken actually crossed the road, who left the dogs out, where is Voldemort’s nose, Pottermore, India’s cricketing woes, India’s increased population, Biology.NOT. why doesn’t Snape use shampoo, will Sachin ever retire, will Navjot Singh Siddhu ever stop fake laughing, will this list ever end, etc., shall be discussed. But these discussions will take a long time to be published due to the lengthy and painstaking research required and because the obsessions mentioned above (pay attention, you fool! :@, sorry) are of greater importance.

There will be a lot of swearing on this blog. No, don’t tell my mom about it, you snitch! It’s only fair that the troubled author(s) get full freedom to let their inner rage out, after all it is a harsh, unforgiving world as mentioned above. (You didn’t know that, did you? B******d, stars for now. First post). But worry not, swearing will be limited, Delhi Belly will still have more swear words than this blog, we don’t want the blog to be blocked in the UAE, do we? Oh, btw, I stay in Dubai. Yes, the one with the boat shaped hotel and the tallest empty tower and the palm shaped island that looks good only when you’re flying over it.

Alternating Reality will have guest authors on it. These authors have no work in life. That is why they’ll spend their time to entertain your face muscles. Wait, WHAT?!

I’m spoiling my eyes by sitting in front of a screen with letters. I need to eat a carrot. LOL. Jk.

I do hope I see you on the next post.

Au revoir. French, bitch.

Btw, follow me on twitter @IAmAkshith.

The Facebook page will be up soon.