Unspoken Verses

Come Thursday, and I along with a few of my friends plan to go to  Bhangarh , Rajasthan. Forts Of Bhangarh Located near the edge of the Sariska Tiger Reserve, Alwar District, it is considered one of the most haunted places in India. Possibly the only place, where staying after dark is banned by the Archaeological Society of India (ASI), a govt organization. What causes us, to tread this treacherous path right after the end of the exams, when it's time to celebrate, I know not. Maybe we're suicidal, cuz the exams are beating us black and blue. Definitely me anyway (on the being beaten, not, suicidal part). But then I figure, the dead couldn't be scarier than the living right? Probably just more unexpected. Or maybe not. Either way, wish me luck. I need it for the exams too.

During swimming lessons, while going from one shore to another, I would paddle for a distance, and as soon as I saw the shore/ end of the swimming pool being within my floating range, I would stop paddling, and wait, as I floated towards the end. There, I could just hang, safe; and regain my strength and energy for another paddle. I'm floating home this weekend.

So you know what the best time to write or read or really even expand your talents and capabilities is? Exam time. Procrastination is defined as the art of the sudden realisation of the significance of various things which, up until that moment hadn't mattered, at a time when they shouldn't matter. courtesy: Hyperbole and a Half The interesting thing about this realisation is that the profoundness and interest generated by it is inversely proportional to their dullness at any other time and directly proportional to the significance of the issue which infact IS of prime importance at that time i.e. P f = I a / (D e ) P f - Procrastination-factor I a -Importance/Urgency of issue avoided (D e ) -Dullness of issue being entertained But by itself, procrastination is an art. It is important to fool the brain into believing that what you're doing at the moment, would qualify as constructive work, otherwise the brain may consciously realise that its being bull-shi...

So recently, my parents made us(me and sis) a deal. If we went to the wedding of these unknown people (relatives) and posed as their children (which we are) we'd get free food(cuz mom wasn't cooking anything for us). And we're not ones to turn down free food(as the only other kind was no food) So we took that deal.(cuz we live under their roof so its their rules too) And mom asked me what I was gonna wear. I said jeans( I would have preferred shorts but it was a wedding after all) and floaters( I wanted floaters). So she gave me trousers and shoes to wear. Now normally, I would choose what I want to be dressed in. But since I was goin just for the food, I let her choose which clothes she wanted me to drop it over. Then I combed my hair. ( I normally don't) And she looked me over from head to toe, and decided something was wrong with the way I looked. "Your hair's all wrong... go comb your hair" I ran my fingers through it and frizzled it...

Background: My current cellphone's display seems to be fried. So I basically  can't  access anything. Including contacts. Thus, I'm using an old phone for now, which has most of my contacts. On receiving a text from an unknown number Normal People: 1.Send a text saying, "Hey, I lost all my contacts, who is this?" Me: 1.Hook up the phone without the display to my laptop. 2.Use some software to access the contacts on the phone. 3.Search for the new number. 4.Not find it. 5.Send a text saying, "Hey, I lost all my contacts, who is this?"

I'm not that great, But this was just plain awesome. :P So, I completed the month, and I asked the guy what my stipend would be, and he said, "Wel, while I've liked your work, but there's one area that seems to be something of a concern for me, and that is basically your commitment. So while I normally would've paid a guy with your level of commitment something like.. umm one peanut, I'll give you 2." I decided to take my 2 peanuts, and go. But I had a great experience here, and really they were all pretty sweet. With a great office culture, no social hierarchies, and nice levels of professionalism. Maybe its time for me to be the sober sweet guy again. Or maybe I should sort my commitment issues. :P This for now. Ah wel. I'll get there when its necessary.   ;)

That I'm the cocky young intern at a media company, who comes in 3 days a week wearing t-shirts which say stuff like General Alcoholic. Drunk Since 1947. And puts on headphones and listens to music while doing his work. Gee, I think I've turned into an arrogant piece of crap. I think I'll enjoy it while I can. I'm gonna go back to the sober sweet guy soon enough anyway. HATE his guts btw.