Young. Naive. Blind.Tape Me. Finally Certified SENSIBLE.Thank You.

July 18, 2005.

And now that I'm here.. I can't think of much to write about. For a lot of things happen, and even though I hate to keep things from here.. certain requests just cannot be refused. Damn. But I guess it's ok to write and bitch about not being able to eat the whole day. Like today.

I like to think about random little things and feel happy about them. Cuz I know that when you really think about them, they're all funny.. well.. most of them.. Or atleast you can make it look real funny in cartoons.. Like.. in this one episode of The Simpsons, this piece of tape sticks to Homer's finger on a bus and he tries to remove it with his other hand but it sticks to the other hand. I mean, these things are funny when you actually think about them. I like funny. Especially if its funny in a real world's little things kinda way.

So pa woke me up at 8 in the morning cuz I had to go with him to get the car fixed. It was heating up too fast and we had to stop thrice travelling 15kms to fill the carburretor with water (app. 10Litres total) and it the needle was up to the red mark by the we got there too. And that's where the tape thing happened. And I started laughing. I mean.. One would think the other persons crazy cuz he's gets his kicks playing with a piece of sticky irritating tape. But it wasn't crazy. It was just plain funny. And it becomes very hard if you try to explain it to someone just how funny a piece of tape can be.

So anyways. I got back home at 4, took a shower and left. I have a moustache today. Haha. like.. a 60's/70's thing which ends only below the lips. And no hair styling cream too. Haha again. I figured I might as well do as I wish while I'm single.

I had trouble finding parking space there. The first CL class was dumb.Damn. I mean.. I was expecting better people there. So there's Preeti there who's atleast ok to talk to as long as she doesn't crack jokes. Shit they hurt as hell. Real bad jokes. And then you wonder where all the Sardar jokes come from. But like.. she's funny.. like.. her jokes are horrible but it's not like they're not jokes at all. This kid who was in my school is also there.. He was with me in FIITJEE too.. though not in the same batch. He was one of those quiet kids who performed above average academically but seldom spoke otherwise.. the kind you forget about completely until one day when you suddenly hear from someone that he came out of the closet. Anyways.. His name's Mohnish. There was another, similar girl from my school whose name I didn't know and didn't bother to ask.

The day turned from good to bad and then back to good within a span of an hour and a phone coversation, during which time I let Bon Jovi make me feel worse than I already was and smoked.

"You've been the blood.. In my veins.. "

I hate it when people say they smoked cuz they were feeling down/depressed. That's just no fucking excuse. And I've always taken pride in admitting that whenever I've done it, I've done it cuz it felt good, not because I was down. And that day I just did it. It did not make me feel better.Or worse. Nothing at all. And I called up BalloonK and choked on the phone and almost broke down. Shit. What a  loser. Happened almost twice in 3 months. But I guess I manage somehow. And just when I had the perfect title ( "If I Could .... I Could've."  Lol. it's not exactly perfect.. but it did seem so at that time.) for an entry, the damned phone rang again. WHY!!??  It would've been brilliant. I had the lines coming in perfect flow..  Fuck it. Pray for me. Pray that my blog remains happy and content(filled).

You know how it is?? Like.. whenever anything happens, all you think about is.. "how would I write about this on the blog??".. I mean.. even if someone's dead or someone had an accident shaving his balls (not me.) Like.. the day before.. When Kant managed to slam a dunk, but swung in the air and fell on his back from a height of 9 feet, even though I was genuinely feeling sorry for him, a part of me was forming sentences in my head.. the way they would appear here.. and the worst part is.. that so many notes are never posted here cuz they're lost or forgotten. I'm sorry. I regret not having an efficient version of notepad in my head.

God. Send update patches for I am too lazy to carry a real notepad around (I've tried.. ). So I think I'll end it here and enjoy the song playing. Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here.