Because I couldn't think of a more suitable title. And because I haven't blogged in quite some time. Yessss! I've finally achieved a confirmed seat in Rizvi college of architecture(<--old news). Oh and I love my class. Most of them think I'm a freak owing to the fact that me and a friend of mine(read: Nehaal Gonzales) were laughing hysterically at apparently nothing at all for two whole days.
Oh what fun.
Today five people put kohl on their eyes after noticing the heavy dose on mine. I'm starting a trend I tell yeh. The laughing goths(?)
At CCD, the entire group decides to play Truth and Dare
Me: I refuse to abide by rules of your steewpid conformist child play
Nehaal: Deeeaad baaabies oooooooh
Natasha: you guys talk like you're gay :|
Nehaal: It's not our fault you can't understand our elite gothic accent
Natasha: what? :|
Me : *laughs like a retard*
This constitutes most of my day. Apart from sketching in class and making paper robots without using any sticking material.
In the bus, I ask the conductor to gimme the ticket to the last stop(which costs 5 bucks)
I handed him a 10 rupee note, following which he said something which sounded almost exactly like "nyeh grhrgl"
Since most of my acquaintances are asking me about this so I thought I'd just blog about it and make a couple of minutes of your life spent reading this a little more uninteresting/boring.
So my official merit list hasn't come out yet. I've applied for a number of architecture colleges. Rizvi is giving lectures( out of curriculum lectures) for whoever's applied there and interested. Thus I'm attending. 8:30-1:00
Waking up at 6:30 and travelling to Bandra in a crowded train is not the most comforting thing to do.
But what the hell, I met some really cool people and the teachers are great and what's more, they ASK you to sketch. ANYTHING you want to. Bliss. Yes.
And there's a workshop tomorrow and it'll be held by a professor from NID.
PS: The canteen has non-veg food. Chicken rolls, lollipops and such.
My dad is throwing away my stuff again. He loves doing that. Cleaning up ie. This time it's all my study notebooks. the end pages of which are filled with all the doodles I made during all those lectures. I secretly tore them out and kept them safe. They're safe for the time being. But if he finds them, they're going straight to the wastebin. So if you think you can find a better home, a refuge, for these orphaned pages, please please contact me. YOU can make a difference. YOU can change things. Do the right thing.
Good evening, true believers, I'm back to working entire nights. The temperature just won't go down and I don't like this. But nights are better than days anyway. And this time I'll be doing PRODUCTIVE stuff during nights instead of whiling away my time like the jobless retard I am/used to be. That would be all. For now.
It's midnight now. I need help. I do. It's hot. Terribly hot. The room door is closed. So are the windows. And the curtains are pulled. They always stay that way. The windows are always closed. It's midnight now and my clocks show 1:45 AM,12:51 AM,12:40 AM. They always stay that way. It's terribly hot. I'm sitting here sweating. The fan's off. I like the silence. But it's hot. I like the silence. I try to enjoy it. The mosquitoes won't let me. I think I hear a fly buzzing against the window. It wants to get out. Maybe I do too. No, I don't. I need help. My eyes are burning. I haven't slept properly in ages. I don't have dreams. I have nightmares. Every single time. It stays that way. My feet are numbing. It's the pain again. It stays that way. My head is reeling. It stays that way. I'm drowning. It stays that way. It stays that way.
11:40 PM, So here I was coming out of the lift on my floor, when there was this loud thud on the door beside. I was startled for a second and the moment I lifted my foot to move ahead across the corridor to my flat there another loud thud. then again. Then from inside this kid's voice screamed in hindi "open the door! open the door!" I stared at the door. I was baffled about what to do. I'm stupid, I know. the shouting stopped. I walked past and rang the bell to my flat. I went back again. No shouting or screaming this time. I stared blankly. I stood there for a while. the child's voice echoed in my head. I went back home. I went back to comfort.
Yes people, after a duration of approximately one month,2 weeks,3days,and 14 hours(You know I just made that up don't you?), I have finally set Lawriet free. Yes, Lawriet my pet praying mantis. Now I'm
happy sad happy angry sad
devoid of any emotions at the moment. Woohoo(?)
So all you animal-rights activists can shove that smug smile up your you-know-what. I don't have anything against animal-rights activists.
Since you are so irrevocably jobless that you've been brought down to reading this in the first place(and won't stop even after you realised i just criticised you) let's start by why I titled my blog thus. The answer is simple: it's to throw you off from thinking that you've discovered anything at all about my thinking about you understanding anything relevant at all. At all.
(note: don't read the above lines in case of random fits of stupidity and baseless contempt) Wow. I think that was a marvelous begining. And if THAT doesn't make you come back itching for more, then I'm sorry to say that you're merely human. Pfft.
(Fact: Sentences shouldn't begin with an and. Throw me in prison now)