30/09/2011

I looked like him.

The post title should say it all. I am extremely thoughtless, sparkless, idea-less. I have done nothing productive today. All I did was read about the fun kids had at Dandiya, browse through their pictures, stalk the good looking ones, feel unhappy about the fun I missed, sit in the corner of my house and sulk, and sit with a 2 kilo book to choose one out of five possible answers.

I do not like the College Board, they are making student life harder. Who gave them the idea of a freakin' four hour test to figure out the students Math and English skill?! Must be their mom. Tomorrow is THE future-of-Akshith's-life test.
Tomorrow, I have to prove I'm college material.
Tomorrow I have to not sleep during the SAT.
Today, I have to prepare for tomorrow.
Today, I have to wake Green Day up.

Sticks of Joy.

What Dandiya should look like.

The annual Dandiya time has returned with a bang, with posters in the newspaper, with kids selling tickets, with people rushing to those kids to buy tickets, with kids inviting their girlfriends and other friends, with kids sneaking in the party. Dandiya in my world is not played with sticks as you have seen in movies such as Lagaan and Hum dil De Chuke Sanam.

Dandiya in my world is a party on a brick dance floor and under conditions of high humidity. The annual Dandiya party is the shizz.

What Dandiya looks like. (Minus white colour. Plus brown colour)

Dandiya is like the UN General Assembly meeting, you get to meet new, interesting people and spend time with people whom you have met last five-six years ago, and dance with them. Dandiya reveals the party animal in the most sane person.

Everyone goes to Dandiya, even though they have no idea of what to wear and what they have to do there. Some people are just there to smoke and drink. Some are there oscillating their bodies to show they have dance in them. Some are there because their friends are there and because they want to and will have a fun, unforgettable time. Some people go to Dandiya because it is something of a must-attend-event-at-least-once-in-life type event.

I have fond memories with Dandiya. I met my ex-school buddies after a gap of seven years, I met girls, I saw school teachers there, etc.,. Its a fun event to hang out and look cool.

I'm not going for Dandiya. I have been cursed already. No more, I can't bear it.

Stop Whining.

Today I visited the Al Noor Training Center For Children With Special Needs.
Contrary to what you might have inferred from the previous statement, I didn't go there to admit myself. I'm perfectly normal... At times. WHAT?!
Anyway, getting back to topic, I went there to volunteer. Not because some mystic force shined light on me, creating a halo kind thing, which makes the people in the movie understand their true reason for being alive, but because I need it for college application and I thought, what better way to get the community service certificate that to help those who really need the special attention.

When I got there, I realized 2 things.

1. The struggles of normal, well functioning beings are trivial compared to those at Al Noor.
2. My school's timing sucks. For more on that, 7:00 AM - 12:00 AM.

Going to Al Noor was like an eye opening experience. On the way, in the train, I complaint about the test week going on in school. I complaint about the teachers, the test portion, tuition, travelling menace, your mom, etc.,. But watching the children with special needs, I realized my whining was trivial, immaterial.

When life gives you lemons, take them, forget about the tequila and salt. Just grab any opportunity coming your way. If you can read and comprehend this post, then consider yourself lucky to be normal. There are hundreds of other humans not as lucky as you are. Stop complaining about life, girl/boyfriend, etc.,. Schools should take students to such centers as a counselling trip, to teach them the other side of life.

I can't help the students at Al Noor in the classrooms, but I might go for the administrative department.

In other news, the electromagnetic spectrum is a fascinating topic. I felt smarter when I learnt about it. Smarter. Wow.

My physics teacher said " Big Bang Theory" today. I smiled. I love The Big Bang Theory, the TV show.

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.

Great Un-Expectations

Yesterday was a weird day. Unexpected events occurred in the random-est of places. 

But you wouldn't be interested. I mean, why would you be interested? You see people (read: Daedalus, yes that dead blogger) jumping for free T-Shirts in the Gaming Expo and ending up with a hairline fracture on their hand, almost everyday.

"I jumped for the T-Shirt, okay.. And some bastard pulled my figers backwards like as if they were a door handle", Daedalus. Victim.

 You also must have already known that the medical center in Dubai Mall closes at 8 pm, so if your body decides to go ape after 8 pm in Dubai mall, you'll just have to suffer. You see a 17 year old kid walking into a cage match with MMA fighters, regularly. You also see the same 17 year old going topless in his WWE entrance video to win a trip to London to watch WWE, at least twice a day. Watching two teenagers chickening out and not dancing in front of a TV and a Kinect sensor because of the two BeastBastards who went before them and raised the crowd's expectations to something expected of a Step Up movie, must be a daily routine for you.

You wouldn't be interested in knowing all ^ that, would you?

What you would be interested in, will be the fact that I like unicorns. Unicorns have a feeling of incessant serenity around them. They look so happy. They do not have a major enemy except Voldemort. They have a horn on their head! Well, so does the rhino, but I'm not talking about the rhino now.

I do funny things in a mall. Recently, (yesterday) I took a video of me running with another boy. Why?

Mustache. Fail.

My mustache look has failed.
The Stache lasted for only 2 hours.
I've been transformed from a boss to a boy.
From a boy with facial hair to a boy with mustache aka boss to a boy.
I feel good.
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Sent from my mobile device

Mustache.

"With great mustache comes great responsibility"
- Family Guy.

In India, usually in the South, mustaches are signs of manlyness. Having that patch of facial hair under your nose makes you a boss. People with a great, flowing, voluminous, silky, well trimmed mustache gain default respect, women get turned on, women start sporting mustaches. Wait. What?


"Never point a loaded mustache at a woman you don't intend to thrill"
- Sean Chandler

I beg to differ. I think mustaches are lame. At first, I was ridiculed in school for shaving my mustache off.
But I stood strong. I bleh-ed those people on their face. I felt like a rebel then. I didn't like the hair under my nose, it didn't look good in photos.

But today, I feel different. Today, I think I'll not shave my mustache off.Today, I think I'll feel like a South Indian boss.

Give me a life.