Thank you Blog

I just realized how much you mean to me. 

Middle of the night... 

Theres this thought disturbing me and theres no one i can talk to about it...

What do I do? 

Hit the blog. Type it out and theres this strange feeling of satisfaction. I feel theres someone listening to me with an understanding heart.

Deepest of the secrest, wierdest of my dreams ... I can share with you every damn thing.

I love you.

cheers,

iNDu<3

PS: Please excuse me if I am sounding a lil lunatic.

P****v ka GK - II

XYZ: India ka national animal kya hai?

P****v: Lion.

XYZ: [:|]

Sorry P****v. I do feel bad for you. But I hate the way you keep staring at me n the person sitting beside.

Thank You...

This post is for this really nice person who was always a friend but never that close. Someone who i think i can relate to. Someone who has a really good and honest heart.

Amidst all those tears of mine when i was looking for suppoet my hand went on to the phone n dialed his number. (ok this is sounding a lil too cheesy...but it actually happened that way) And there he was reassuring me. Telling me his own stories, making me realize how lucky I am, being my guruji, giving me those spiritual discourses.........he made me smile. :)

You are a gem of a person. You really don't know how special you are. Damn all those people who poke fun at you. You really are special. Just don't let yourself to be changed by anything in this world. I love you for what you did for me.  

Thanks a lot. 

cheers,

iNDu<3

 

How to be a volunteer

1. Take the team people and feed them pani puri iwth double the Chilli Powder

2. Show them the loo, wait till they get in and lock them up

3. Tell them that terrorists have struck the school and send them back to wherever they had come from.

4. Keep talking to them about how you hate Andrew symonds, blah blah blah...

Ok thats it.

This is insane

I know

Dont ever do it.

An entire day of volunteering will make anyone talk such shit.

cheers,

iNDu<3

I thought we were done with it

Yes we were. 3 weeks of not seeing him had made things fine and i had statrted hating him. But Monday morning i enter the school and i see him n his dumb smile........and I am floored. 

Why doesn't this happen to him. Why can't he for once get floored by my smile? Why always me?

Ok now for the last time.

I hate him

I hate him

I hate him

I ahte him

Yes i do. 

*sigh*

Please someone make me hate him.

Please.

cheers,

iNDu<3

PS:- I wanna hate him cuz dres no point liking him. I think hes hitting on my best friend. 

:| 

The Case of the Unbreakable Specs :P

Would you trust the salesman at 'ChashmaGhar' when he says that the specs he has just sold to you are unbreakable?

I happen to know a particular person who did. Not just that, he was so bloody sure that he challenged this erm...rather powerful(read hefty) friend of his that he couldn't break it.

Result: He broke the specs. No. actually the salesman was right in a way. The two lens pieces didn't break. They just came off. It was the frame that broke. The lens was made plastic.

ROFL.

Ok. I know you don't find this funny. But laugh. 

cheers,

iNDu<3

P****v ka GK

XYZ: India ka Capital kya hai?

P****v: Mujhe pata hai, mujhe pata hai!!!! Mahendra Singh Dhoni

:|

To one of my closest friend ever *hugs*

It hasn't even been half a year i met you. I am clueless about what was it that led to what is today one of my most cherished relations. You weren't even in my class. I don't remember when exactly was it that we became best friends. But 'Jo bhi hai, Achha hai' :)

I- the tomboy. You- the 'item' :p 

You dance like osm and I cant dance to save my life.

Your poems sound like Shakespeare and mine sound like Nursery Rhymes.

Honestly I find it funny that we are best friends.

Did you know that you were like one of the first people i told about all those pressures I was facing? You were the first person in my life with whom I have shared the wildest of my fantasies and stupidest of my dreams and wierdest feelings for *ahem* you know who

I love the innocence( m nt really sure if thats the right word) in your eyes. I love the way you try to be happy even if deep within you are crying. I love the way you take you friendship with *sum ppl* seriously even when he isn't nice to you. Most of all I love how you called up tonight to tell *you know what*

I completely love you(in a non gay way). You are gem. And I am sure *he* will also love you when he knows who you are as a person.

Now this is my attempt to tell you how much you mean to me in a cheesy 'full form' way.

R- Ravishing

I- Intelligent

D- Dashing

D- Daring

H- Helpful

I- Inspirational

Hahahahaha..........Guess that gives you an idea how dumb I am.

Anyways. I dont know why i wrote this. 

cheers,

iNDu<3

I Love you guys

Ok. This post is a total contrast to my First Couple of posts where I lament about my class.

The thing I now LOVE my class. Its so much fun ie. if u ignore irritating 'sum' people. Who ever thought I could be happy in this class with just 6 girls. 

I love the way we have fun. I love the way we have 'unity' without having to chant it. I love the way we pass time in Maths and English periods. I love the way you stop halfway when you abuse cuz "ladkiyon ke saamne to mat bolo". I love the way we had fun on Teachers' Day. I love the way you let me play volleyball even though i play pathetic and encourage me by saying 'Jhinge se to achha maara'. I love the way we clap for absolutely no reason. I love the way we wish the birthday boy/girl a zillion times in a day in ultra-slow motion to waste time. I love your 'Pranav ka GK' jokes(although i think uski thodi zyada hi uda rahe ho). I love the way how a game of 'KING' with you guys makes me forget even my biggest sorrows. I love the way you guys din't complain on my party day even though there was hardly any place for you guys to sit. Most of all I love the way everyone else is jealous of our masti. I love everything about you. And I never want to leave you guys and go.

cheers,

iNDu<3

PS:- To all you people who think our class is bad ........ Die :x

Fun

Its so much fun when you make someone jealous. :D

If you've never done that. Try it its fun. Especially if you half hate and half love that person.

:D

I am not going to Singapore. i dint get the scholarship.

Its feelin kinda strangely funny now. Something like - one moment ' awww. i really wanted to go' and just the next minute ' thank gog, agar chali jati to i wud've missed so many things here'.

Its been quite some time now that I've known of the result, and after all due consideration (??) I think its good. I'll be with my parents and that is supposed to be good. Isn't it?

Maybe, India is where my destiny lies. Yes, I do believe in fate and destiny.

PS: Thanks Swaroop for making me feel betta that day. :)

What is it???...

Topping the class in Mid terms. People going Ga-Ga about how you are such a genius. People you don't even know coming upto you sayin that they've heard so much about you. Friends and pseudo-friends both caring so much for you ...

Seems perfect na?

Apparently it does. But if you were me, you would think otherwise.

I dunno what it is. But sure there is something wrong. There is something which makes me cry each night under the blanket. Something which makes me go mood-off on a day when everything is perfect. But I have no idea what it is ...

Maybe I still love HIM......cuz it still kinda feels bad when he doesnt reply to msgs

Maybe I feel bad cuz no1 else around me is doing well.

Maybe I ..... I dunno

I just dunno. 

I am not alone, but am lonely.So many people who talk to me. But no1 who'll listen to me.

I don't wanna live here. I wanna run away from here. To a place where there is nothing. To a place where there is no1.

I am crazy :|

End of Post.