Le Regard

Shux!I knew I should have been born French. -_- So,what now?

*More Than This - Division Joy*

I have my last proper school exam ever in a month.
And I only came to know that because some friend had already started hyperventilating... 40 chapters in 45 days she calculated,in my copy.
40 chapters?I stared blankly at her.Adding "how?" because I realised just the former hadn't been adequately enough.While my mind started filling up with question marks about the latter part of that sentence her unassuming mind had constructed to garner my opinion.On events I hadn't been aware of.
So I am going to employ my last minute desperate attempts for disaster management and put myself on house-arrest come August.Except for.. well.. the exceptions.
Bad things have been happening.Like always.So have the good.I've had enough of being stuck in a rut so I am deliberately making an attempt to bring about some conscious changes here and there.And if I may.. enjoying myself in the process.Nobody needs that extra bit of baggage.
And well.I've had my say.Its time to expunge. =)
Carpe Diem.Life's too fucking short.

Let the new era begin.

Yeaaaaaaaaa.Weird things have been happening like they always do.Geesh.
So,I almost lost my camera and the keys to my room.With everything else that went down.Blog,you deserve to be explained to & I'll do the needful later.
Just know that I am content because I got the closure I required.It didn't end happy.But things have a way of falling together just like they fall apart.
Lesson I need to learn- Let go.
I can never do that ^
I still haven't learnt how to.Every bit of negativity remains even if the people and the things go.
But the rainbows lie hidden everywhere.Behind the swarm of angry clouds.
So much crazy has been happening.Crazy is good.
Hated Delhi Belly.Will do a post on Shaitan.Anurag Kashyap is God.Giddens was a genius.
Oh.And guess what is even better than a Summer fling.. its a Monsoon fling. ;) So here's distracting myself from the buttercups to look onto the rain-drenched monsoon flowers.Life's been kind.
Picture time-

Erase last post.
And the sentiments attached to them.
Wow.You really suck.
What an immense waste,that was.
And now its all undone.
I hate it when this happens. =[

I wish I wasn't this unstable sometimes.
I got back home reeking of scotch and cigarettes yesterday.
However,it was nowhere near as depressing as it sounds.
I've lost my anchor to sobriety again.I just want school to end.
Lets get everything over with.'
For all I care,I can live with a happy blur.I like pointless things anyway.
I shall concentrate all my aimless energy on gulping down the written word now.
-_-
Goodbye,for a while.

Abra Cadabra

*Poof*
The people around me are all acting queer.
0_0 Please get back to your normal selves.Nobody died.

Communication is Key.

Or not?


Maybe not always.
Maybe not just when you need it to be.


Mood - Currently despairing and resigned.
How ironic.I feel resigned.Of all things.
Well I do.
And angry.And jealous.And hurt.And betrayed.And foolish.And desperate.And dejected.
I feel a funny mix of emotions.They compund into everything.And I feel nothing.I feel painfully blank.
I cannot feel.

I feel very "Ayo Technology'ish" .. only I am not listening to weird 50 Cent hip-hop now.
I'm listening to
v

Music - *Pulp*.They are a Brit alt punk rock band.
The frontie featured on the local tabloid.His hair-do looked attractive.

Well whatever.
So,a little explanation is required here I think.Moumita Gupta resigned.
And Sociology classes died a sudden death.And its all her fault that we're going to hate whoever comes in to replace her by default.
Yes,we are all being unreasonable and troublesome.But we are entitled that as teenagers.
Everything went down really filmy.There was a conspiracy call.There was a race to the airport.An announcement over the speakers.And more lies than you could count.
I think a little bit of the image has chipped away.And fallen off.To somewhere I will not be able to find it from just yet.
Inspite.
That was the best thing about school.
And I won't be attending as often anymore.I won't have any more tales to recount,to my future college friends about THE person that only ever inspired me.I will have to hang on preciously to the few that is there hoping..just hoping that time wouldn't snatch them away too.
Ah.Well.I am definitely getting the barcode inked now.In commemoration of something more than just what it stands for.

I am such a needle junkie. Nothing drug-related implied.
I am not going to dedicate any overtly-sentimental ode.Because,seriously,what's the point?
Because whatever it is is evading me now.

Mg,
Thank You.For being the one teacher worthy of being called a teacher in its most earnest and primal sense.And for being that one person I will always proudly remember.
=) Here's wishing you a happy and fulfilling life.