240 Minutes to Midnight

In 240 minutes, I shall cease calling myself a young 16 year old. I shall call myself a very much alive 17 year old. In 241 minutes, I shall be having the happiness tat a birthday brings. In 245 minutes, The birthday orgasm will vanish and I will want to become a 16 year old kid again and correct everything that went wrong last year. That would mean living last year all over again. At least 364 days of it.

Let me go through the year that was...
Make friends - Done
Take friendship from good to Lady Gaga level of awkwardness - Done
Help friends get "close" friends - Done
Brainwash friend - Done
Not get a girlfriend even after helping other almost get one-Done
Dandiya - Not Done
Get a full-grown beard - Almost. Need more testosterone.
Bang chicks - No. That is all.
Destroy a horcrux with Harry, Ron, Hermoine - HELL YEAH!
Get Mylo Xyloto-ed - Yeap.
Get influenced by Justin Bieber - Not yet.
Do something useful for the community - Yes. If not doing anything counts.
Survive natural calamities - HELL - FUCKING- YEAH!
Start a Photography/DJ page on Facebook - No - fucking - way (Wow, Facebook found its way to Google Chrome's dictionary. No wavy red line under it. HOW THE HECK DIDN'T HERMOINE MAKE IT TO THAT LIST?!)
(If your sex-chromosomes read XX) Get you to the top of my to do list - DONE!


Pretty stupid year. SAT results out tomorrow. A very happy birthday indeed. I'll get a stupid 1800, get laughed at and life will go on at 17.

Charlie Brown loved the Princess of China. They went (Us) Against The World to reach Paradise. There, she broke his heart, and their love went Up In Flames. Charlie realized that Every Tear Drop Is A Water Fall. Don't Let It Break Your Heart, Charlie.

"You, use your heart as a weapon,
And it hurts like heaven"

Mylo Xyloto has taken over my nervous system.

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.

Who let the cows out?

Moo. Moo. MooMoo. LOL

Once a British guy said ,"Unleash the cows on the revolting South Indians." Bangalore was screwed with cow poop thereafter. (Its fun blaming the British. I'm tired of blaming Indian politicians. Give them a break.)
So many cows in B'lore. If there is a documentary filmed on the cows in Bangalore, it can very well be released called Rise Of The Planet Of The Cows and become a box office hit. THAT many cows on the streets. If you're invited to visit a dairy farm, laugh on whoever invited you, and book a ticket to B'lore.
Sometimes, I wish I was a cow. They seem to have a charmed life. They eat what they want, walk where ever they want, excrete where ever they want. No one can do anything to them. They have the force with them. They can cause a traffic jam by just standing on the road. Russel Peters said, " The only time traffic in India comes to a stop is when there is a cow on the road." Touch them with your car and PETA will go ape on you. Beautiful. What beasts. I wish I was a cow.

Didn't post for a while now. No, I wasn't busy. Internet ille.

I leave for the desert late at night today. I'll miss this cow & dog infested place. I'll miss my family and "friends". I'll miss the dosa. My last post from India this year. I leave for the US soon after I land in the desert.

I post this from SAT class. Jobless I am. Oooh, 500+ hits in a week. Thank you all.

I can't wait to download Mylo Xyloto illegally.

"Every tear drop is a waterfall" 

That is all from Bangalore. Peace. Dosa.