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Winds of Change

Part – Un

How would you feel, if you wake up one morning, go to your kitchen to make some coffee for yourself and cannot find your coffee machine at the same spot where you left it last night?

Seems straight from the scene of How I Met Your Mother when Lily moves in with Ted and Marshall.

Well, it’s going to be the same for me from tomorrow evening. No more reason to get up every morning and dreadfully running up and down my place and get ready because my friends would be waiting for me at the Metro station. Numerous messages being exchanged midst “Where are you?”, “How much time till Kashmere Gate?” “Wait for me at McD” “He won’t let us enter the class if we are 5 mins late” etc.

No more reason to bunk to meet your college sweetheart and go out and have fun.

Part – Deux

The part where Lily leaves Marshall for San Francisco only to make each other realize how much they honestly love each other so much. Well the latter comes later.

You know you are meant to be together and things are running perfectly normal, but then all of a sudden, you realize, I need to go out and see the world. Get to know whether I still have the capability to achieve what I desire. Then within a span of few minutes, your priorities just change, you feel trapped because the way you saw your life to be maybe few years back, hasn’t really turned out the way you expected to be. Reason – because you madly fell in love with someone and their priorities became your priorities without they even asking you to change it.

I guess it happens with most of us. Well most may include only 5-10% of the population but still.

You have grown so habitual to waking up at mornings, receiving sweet messages from them to make your day. Or you have someone who can listen to all your complains without a single word, listen to all your weird fantasies without blinking an eye, someone you can run up to when you need to cry or hug. Sad days will become days to strengthen yourself by just keeping it to yourselves or happy days will still be just a simple single “yeay” days because you don’t have someone special to show it off too.

You do know that you still love that person the same way you used to.

I’m already bored writing this. I’m so bored. And I still have one day of college left. With my exam. 😛 I feel so dumb. Maybe I’ll continue this later. 😛

Or maybe not. I know you get bored too by reading me crib all freaking day long! 😛

PS: Try adding silly random tags. Feels awesome. 😀

M.Y.O.B.

MYOB, M.Y.O.B.

Get a life, L-who's-ers!

Mind your own business.

Something forgotten by most of us.

Today, my brother’s senior high result came out, which sort of decides his future (the viewpoint of everyone living here in India). Luckily, his result turned out a lot better than we expected – but not leveling up to his peers. Well, competition is tough, so no blame.

Anyhow, well almost everyone who knew about it started ringing up to congratulate etc. But out of those, there are always one or two, who are always heads up about their own kids rather than others. So, there were few acquaintances of ours, who called up my mom to ask her about the result.

So what exactly the conversation was, I have absolutely no clue. But this is what I interpreted from what my mom told me:

Aunty 1: So, how was his result?
Mom: Eehh. Fine. Scored 88%.
Aunty 1: Hmm. Not that good. He does seem to have the caliber though.
Mom: Yeah. But we are pretty satisfied with this too.
Aunty 1: I doubt you should be. I mean my son got 90% something.
Mom: *hsjdgsjkh* Hmm. Okay.
Aunty 1: <<Blabbers about her friends who secured something around 90 plus minus etc>>
Mom: *STFU you freaking moron. I really don’t care about you or your bloody fake life, you pretentious little bitch*
Aunty 1: <<Still blabbers something about his kid, on how he’s so good in academics etc etc>>
Mom (angrily): Okay. Listen up lady, my kid does everything. He helps out with household chores, drives up even at 12 am to help someone in need etc. He’s not like other bloody kid who just sits at home stuck to his book and getting all arrogant about it. *In your face* (She was pin pointing to her kid)
Aunty 1: <<perhaps silent>> Okay.
Mom Hangs up.

NOTE: All the statements between ” * * ” and  ” << >> ” is what would be going in their minds.

So that was more like “Take that suckaa..!” from my mom to her. And I liked it.

But my brother totally went all haloed on it and said, “You shouldn’t have done that. It’s alright. We should just stay focused on our lives rather than poisoning it with hate for other people. And other people commenting shouldn’t really bother you at all.” I agreed. And she went all happy on how great her kid is. XD

But this sort of thing happened with few more aunties who chit chatted with my mum. And one of them came to us too.

Anyho, I always learn something or the other from him, although he is 3.5 years younger to me. But he is more sensible. I’m still a kid. And whenever I need some guy advice or any other stuff, I go to him.

Apart from that:

Exams from tomorrow. Wish me luck. And I completely forgot:

  1. The weather’s back to 43 degrees. Like I said.
  2. I just have 5 hours in all (even though my exam starts at 2 pm) to complete up with more than 7 lengthy chapters. And microprocessors sucks.
  3. Shit. I forgot this one.
Days remaining for my birthday: 47!
And maybe I think too much or it’s really true but I really wanna put up this question:
Do guys get all unromantic and focused more during exams?
And
Are girls really emotional freaks? (My answer to this: Yes.)
Because apparently my boy (okay. I’ll take the blame for this) doesn’t really bother up much these days. And he said that he really loved me. And now for him it’s more like, “I really don’t care”. (Perhaps this is because of my attitude. And I made him all fucked up with me, which is totally acceptable for his current behavior. But yeah. I do love him.)
Okay. And yes. Chances for this might being my last post are pretty high. Because if he reads this, he’ll definitely kill me.
Peace my little minions! 😛
And yes. He might even kill me for the fact that I even thought that he would kill me for mentioning him. Or that he doesn’t love me anymore. Or how much I think. Or anything.
Okay. I do think a lot.