The Silence of My Voice

Okay, then! Last exam tomorrow. And parties to follow. A LOT of parties. Clearly that'll happen if the world doesn't end tomorrow. Or maybe more, I want it to end. Maybe rectify few mistakes, have a fresh start. As exasperating things always have been, and as disappointing the false idea of the world ending is, I reckon I might as well begin from zero.  No more letting your past in. It's the past - better if it stays there. Not allow people to tell me how worse a prospect I'm to be having in their life, and the endings were my mistakes. Click. Click, click, click to my heart's content. No more resisting junk. Eating. A lot of junk eating.  Go meet Aabhaas, kick his ass, and spend time with him anyway. [You better stay at home, you nutcase.] Oh! Not staying at home for even a single day. Meet people I've long forgotten. TRY learning how to use make-up. Yeah, happens when your girlfriends are all over the place screaming the same. I don't even und...

Not quite the hola mood, companeros!  Tomorrow is superficially not going to be just any day! It's the 28th of May tomorrow!  IT'S THE FUCKING BOARD RESULT TOMORROW!!!!! *screams and hides inside the blanket* As like any other science student I'm praying for the worst to not happen, i.e., NOT BE ROYALLY SCREWED FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!! I'm enduringly freaking out. I tried the entire breath-in-breath-out thing, and you know what? WHOEVER ON EARTH SAID THAT IT CALMS YOU DOWN SHOULD BE RIPPED OFF HIS LUNGS!!!!!!  I'll have to probably acknowledge my parents' disappointed faces, if I happen to lose out on marks! But what's the entire point of compunction now?! I did what I had to, and what I didn't had to. This is not what you should be feeling, right? Neither AIEEE nor CBSE, there's nothing I performed whole-heartedly! I really wish I'd! =( Tener cuidado, companeros. And God save the ones falling under identical classification as me! =/

Amarillo todas las.... So apparently, with the AIEEE B.Arch. exam tomorrow dangling over my head, I realised it a couple of weeks back that maybe, just maybe, I won't make it to SPA Delhi. Vijaywada or Bhopal might happen; but then SPA Delhi is SPA Delhi any day! I thought of leaving out Math and perfect my Aptitude and drawing, but even if I do so, I will be needing some  assistance  from Math to boost my rank a bit.  But hey! I still have NATA, which is apparently not happening till the end of May.  I thought of re-accomplishing certain things after the Boards which I was clearly unable of, courtesy the entrance exam!  I really want to,  1) Go shopping. Enough of being a lazy ass and deny the pleasure of it just for the sake that it irks me! I need to expand that stilletoes collection of mine! And what I need is a couple of dresses too! You might want to see this! Look, and you'll drool more than you'd ever drool on a guy! 2) Prepare an utterly-butterl...

Hola compañeros! So apparently it's my math Board tomorrow, after which I'd probably be like a free bird willing to fly up, up and away. I already am getting confused as to what should I be doing with the free time. Well, not free days as such. My entrance classes would be starting from 27th. What a shame! :-/ So all I really have by myself is the weekend. I mean seriously man! Four months you isolate yourself from the world in that tiny 24*7 lit corner of your room, glue your ass and slog it for what? Just one free weekend? Blah! Some of my friends have already ridden themselves of the terror of not having a teeny-weeny vacation. I'd be tormented yet again come next week. I sometimes really envy these commerce chaps. Idjits, this CBSE is. But tomorrow, at 1:30pm, as the bell would ring and the scripts would be lifted up, I would breathe again and the exams can go to hell for all I care. Well you might want to listen to these amazing amazing tracks by UB40. "Ca...

Hola compañeros! It's at times never enough of what you apparently get out of the ecstasy that stems out of the little, negligible contraption everyday. It seems to somehow assassinate your momentary angst and disquiet for everything. Angst, a very deeply shallow word it is. As much tranquil it is to not be pestered about it, the more it perturbs you. Funny fellow it is. It was only the other day when I was out there, in the balcony striving to puff some pollution-oriented oxygen, assuming that it would perhaps clean my system a bit, and supply some good amount of air to my benumbed brain cells after I thrived on persecuting them after the hideous chapter of Probability. Pleasant the air was. At that very moment, I was slapped hard with a tiny-winy pang of angst that I felt. Or was it anguish. Or torment. Or the fatigue and enervation of the constant torture on me by my books, after they gobbled up a fragment of my nice, pink brain which had virtually been converted into a ri...

Hola   compañeros! So, first hand I'd ACTUALLY thank Ruhani. It's been almost an year since I wanted to blog, but never did I gather enough energy to step out of my oh-so-dearest POOH BEAR blanket (you don't need to laugh on it). This little freak is strikingly inspiring at times; best part is that she remains unaware of it half the time!  It's my first blog, so you'd rather want to pardon me for being silly or boring or any interesting adjective you'd like to impose onto me.  For all of those growing confused about the Spanish post title, since I'm talking of the beginning of my blogs, thence, it clearly means 'THE BEGINNING'. No, I'm not a Spanish pro; my dad taught me a bit which he learnt during his MBA years. I've always been taught of the significance of a 'beginning'. It's funny how people always talk of it in all ways they can't even comprehend. What I find funny is the fact of displaced mystery of an end. They ...