safai

It was cleaning day today. At the end of it, my mom said ‘photo kheech lo, kisi din dekhna aur kehna ke mera kamra itna neat tha kabhi.’ Evidently she has given up on me on this front. I even have a denis the menace ‘it’s my mess n I love it’ poster on the bathroom door. What? Atleast its better than the one on exemplary toilet habits-which I don’t have. I think being disorganized is ok as long as you know where your mess is. I know that sc. Mess is on the table and bed of the spare bedroom upstairs. Sst handouts and maths sample papers are mixed up and maths books are all over the house. I sleep on one side of the bed, miniature Linda Goodman, vikram seth, tagore sleep on the other with one of the proverbial but sometimes sedentary almost decorative-self-beguiling textbooks. You know I am getting tired of the milky way at the backcover of the sc. Book. I wish things moved in pics as in harry potter world. That would be exciting. I better catch my imagination before it zooms a 100 light yrs away.
One more thing, I am getting tired of the valentine shit. You don’t a need a special day to tell someone how much you love them. Or do you? Maybe its extra special on that day. Maybe it’s a marketing propaganda. How do we know. My mom and dad’s anniversary is on the 14th. Now that’s romantic !!!!!!
Yay!!! We won yesterday. I hope we can replicate the performance t’row. Hope sehwag plays the same
I can’t find my gin blossoms cd. Did someone borrow it?

Our tribute

It goes as far as this
With no scale to define and
guaranteed; no memory left devoid
Of the time of inexplicable,
unfathomable, unadulterated thrill
So even as this errand stares
right into notre visage
we strive to look ahead.
This is a tribute to our (to-be) freedom,
Our will.
And as the clock ticks away 20 days
we focus on the month beyond
Come April, we’ll squander away
every minute in our best spirit
This is a tribute to our sacrifice,
Our plight.
It comes back to the point
It wanders for a while.
And then the notion
of the copious graveyard shifts
sends shivers down our spines.
But we endeavor to maintain
Our identity, our image.
This is a tribute to our
Inner-active-geek,
Our workaholic days.
Merci.

Apni to pathshaala... masti ki paathshala... la la la

State of mind: Damn you boards...
Favourit quote: Give me sleep or give me death

Ahh... a new blog entry.. a new case of sorrows. Its interesting that in each students life "S"-orrows always means "S"-tudying. For all those people who had told me that the most one studies is in the last month well... "Bugger off" Coz thats certainly not the case with me.. i presume i was more serious before my half yearlies! For example take tonight after wasting away the whole day almost guilt free.. coz me the unfortunate-poor soul thought "O yay, theres always the 10-2 session" But how cruel life is sometimes... coz guess wat after 11:33 i couldn't study anymore. After doin French and a chapter in math i had reached saturation, my usual bowl of cornflakes (chocos yummy!!) didnt help either... so i switched on baywatch (which comes at 12 n sadly they've started the 1st season again) after watching friends... Yup then went back to some math.. n some french... at 1:20 am Monday the watevr date of feb.. i had had enough so Here i am writing my entry (a little late considerin i had to put away all my books n stuff) Knowing that in six hours i have to get up... to get some fresh air (as prescribed as my bio-engineer sister.. who obviously feels shes done her MD as she goes on to describe how breathing fresh air and getting exercise realeses endorphins or smthn)
O well me now need to get my lazy dog... so that he doesnt wake my mom up at 6am...
Gnite.... au revoir et dormez bien... (trop de francais, je suis desole)
ZZz shubhs Zzzz
Listening to: Paathshaala - Totally Love dat line "Talli hokar girne se, Samjhi humne gravity... ishq ka practical diya tab ayii Ki-larity... No koi padh ne waala na koi seekhne waala"
Apni too paathshaala masti ki paathshaala...