I was going to write a post about how 2010 was. And how I want 2011 to be.

   I will.

   BUT.

   First, I'll take the time out to write about...

   Well, I saw this movie called 'Scott Pilgrim vs. The World' and believe me, there can be no better movie to be seen on the very last day of a year for someone who is as.. well, I don't really have a lot of adjectives for myself, so I'll just go with.. WEIRD as me. There's tons of action(that I don't really like a lot), arcade-style visuals(that I sort of liked), and best of all - one really AWESOME blue/pink/green haired chick(that, to my surprise, I really, REALLY liked)

    So her name is Ramona Flowers. And she looks AWESOME. Mary Elizabeth Winstead played her in the film and I doubt I'd find her as mind-numbingly awesome as I happened to had it not been for hair. I mean, my first impression was something like, 'Eh, who's this pixie chick with pink hair?' but then it sort of changed to end up something like, 'Who is this chick with pink hair!?' You know what I mean right?

    To top all of that, she changes her hair color TWICE in the film(blue and green!), which is more than adequate and double of just satisfactory. My personal favorite would be green. Or blue. Or pink. She's awesome. I'm infatuated. I'm definitely writing a short story about some chick with green or pink or blue hair. Or maybe alternating hair colors. It's one of those rare moments when inspiration seems to hit you in the face. So hard your teeth come out. And you feel so good that you wish your eyes and hair would fall out too. Know what I mean right?

   So, uh, enough rambling about pink haired chicks.

   How was 2010?

   Okay. Just.. okay.

   I mean, could've been better but it was, uh.. satisfactory.

   There were tons of firsts: First 75/80 in Maths, first blog[:D], first awesome short story, first really disgusting short story, etc, etc. I could go on, but I wouldn't want to really.

   It was disappointing too. There were times I wanted to kill myself. And given the extremely fickle and impulsive nature of my mind, chances are something like that just might end up happening. But I know better now. I suppose... (O_o)

   The really, REALLY cool thing about this year was that I knew what I wanted to do in-spite of the fact that I hated it. I mean, I tried studying like a dog, and for the most part I'd say I succeeded. I even did things just to stop myself from going crazy. Even though I have no chances whatsoever of ever ending up as a musician, I still continued to write meaningless songs with weird riffs. Not that I have any higher chances of ending up as an author, I still wrote short stories and poems, right? It's one of the reasons I sort of like myself. Not a lot. Just a little. Ask me how much I like myself and I'll tell you I think I'm no more than a piece of shit. PLUS. I also stuck to my 'no-dating-in-the-tenth-grade' pact, even though I had quite a lot of chances to go back on my words. :)

    So. I think that should be enough for.. about an hour and a half before another year hits me fresh in my stomach and makes my hair fall out with anxiety.

    What am I looking forward to? 

    Not much. It's going to be another year like the one that just passed my by. With love, laughter, happiness, bullshit, dumbfucks, hardships and the likes. And not to forget, tons of brain-raping studies. 

    2010...  You came and went to quick. You just... passed out too freaking quick. Like a drunkard with the liquor holding capacity of a twelve year old.

   Will I remember you for long? Well, that just depends on my, as of yet a little too unreliable, brain. No false promises, man, I'm not one of those asses who says, 'Aww, I'll never forget this!' Though I'm pretty sure I should say it at this point. But neh, I'm not one to take chances. You'd know, right?

   No hard feelings, man.

   You were a bitch at times. I was one too. We're even. :)

   Don't really know tons about remembrance, but I sure do know that I'll miss you. I'll fucking miss you for sure. 

   Bubbye, man.

   'Twas fun knowing you.

    Time to say hello to 2011. :)

  

X-x-X

And she'll forget me too.
Everything ends.

Srimanta

   Come to think of it, I DO know why Santa doesn't come to India. Like... how many number of houses here even have chimneys? (O_o)
   Christmas wasn't really sad. I'm just remarkably more cynical than I used to be last year. The sad part is that I have to spend about 8 hours tomorrow going to the FIITJEE test center, giving an IQ and a PCM paper, and coming back from the FIITJEE test center. It's sad. And I can't even really say, "Why me, God?" 'cause it'd be freaking stupid to say such a thing when I'm obviously aware of the fact that tons - and literally tons - of people take the test. In fact, there are a number of people who've talked to me only regarding the FTRE. Had it not been for the FTRE, I don't even know if they'd have even said hello to me.
   I was talking to one of my friends about something... and it was a particularly interesting one. She mentioned the term, 'Blackberry Contacts'
   
   I asked her, 'What the hell? Blackberry contacts? Is that a reference to your friend possessing one or him having contacts in the company called Blackberry?'
   'It refers to him possessing a Blackberry'
   'So you'll call the contacts of his Blackberry, his Blackberry contacts? Seriously?'
   'Yeah!'
   'Why? If I have an iPhone, and you're one of the contacts, what would you be called then? An Apple Contact?'
   
   Well, come to think of now, I just guess it was plain irritating for her.
   That'll be all I have to share about me and my Christmasy feelings at the moment.
   
Goodnight, y'all.
:)

  Mom is outside gathering clothes from the clothesline because it started raining about ten minutes back.

  I'm having my morning tea as well. I'm out of my two biscuits permitted to be had every morning.

  The sound of dad turning his pages irritates me.

  I'm staring at my now-empty cup of tea. Suddenly, I remember what my friend had said to me.'I want to go and play guitar on the streets,' I announce, to nobody in particular and everyone in general. I explain further. 'It's a campaign by some company in which the money collected is donated to the poor. Just for two hours. Please.' I don't know why I used the word 'please'. I don't even know if I should have.

  Mom reacts first. She takes one of her saris down from the clothesline and puts it in a bucket where she's collecting all the clothes. It falls down making a splash-like sound. Proceeding to the next sari, she says, 'Good. You'll at least do something better than lazing around all the time.' Then, she puts another sari into the bucket and goes ahead to the next in line.

  Dad picks his cup up and takes a sip. Then, lowering his glasses without using his hands, he looks at me. A stern, puzzled look. A questioning look. He turns his head slowly and looks at mom. 'You know,' he says to her; his hands still holding the newspaper. 'I told you this day would come.'

  Mom keeps on collecting clothes from the clothesline.

  The serene grey sky keeps on pouring softly.

  Dad goes back to reading his newspaper.

  And I go back to staring blankly at my empty cup of tea...

[This is what me and Anish Majumdar were discussing the night before our respective second language unit tests: French and Sanskrit.]

X-x-X

How cool are we? :P
For the record, we weren't drugged, high, drunk, or stoned. [Honest] :D
^(*) - This one by Dhruv Diddi. :)

Disclaimer: Fictionalized Reality

             

   Second time I'd gone to that school for their fête. And I could tell a few things had changed from the previous one. The entry fee had gone up from Rs10 to Rs.20. The big rotating car ride wasn't right after the entry - it wasn't even there, and it was the only ride I ever took. Instead, there were rows of food stalls. And in the place they'd been last year, there was a 'hit-the-balloons-with-guns-and-win-prizes' stall. I like observing my surroundings but no so much when it comes to people. Like I could tell you that the coupon counters were at the same place they'd been the last year and so was the Request Corner, but I wouldn't be able to tell you what a cute chick(according to people) was wearing last time as opposed to what she was wearing this year. Though, I'd be able to tell you she was the same chick. 

X-x-X     

It hurt; the pain more emotional than physical. 

Know the weird feeling in your gut you have when you're meeting someone new? 
It's always there in mine.

   
   Well, someone had to come up with it right?
   The things that don't - and never will - make you cool:


   -> Having 20 Boyfriends/Girlfriends
  You're so smoking hot everybody wants to date you. And you let them! Jesus, what's  
  wrong with this world?


   -> Holding A Guitar
  Oooh! This hotshot just picked up a guitar! Look at him just standing and doing 
  nothing with it. So cool, no? 
  NOT.
  You hold a guitar if you know how to play it - If you don't you keep away.


   -> Wearing Low Waist Jeans
  Just what part of your butt crack do you think is appreciable to the rest of the world?


   -> Swearing Loudly
  Swear a li'l more a li'l faster and I'll be convinced you have Tourette's.   


   -> Having Tons Of Expensive Gadgets - And Letting Others Know
  Your dad is a fucking billionaire. You made that point with your iPhone, iPod Touch AND  
  the MacBook Pro. There's no need for you to show the iPad, really.


  -> Wearing Boxers On The Street
  It's not 3 AM. You're not drunk. Hopefully. Why are you wearing just your boxers?


  -> Having A Mohawk
  Seriously? That's your hairstyle? Are you sure nobody shocked you underwater for like, 
  what, 30 minutes? Or wait, 30 minutes just wouldn't give the desired effect, would
  it? Well, maybe eternal electrocution would've helped. Dumbass.


   -> Typing 'lolzzz' all the time
  God. I didn't even crack a joke and all you seem to say is 'lolzzz'. Seriously. Stop.
  What I said wasn't funny. What you're saying is not funny. NOTHING is funny. Stop 
  'lolzzz'-ing. For the sake of anything that's ever been funny in this world. Please.


  -> 'Pimping' Your Ride
   On the back of your Maruti 800, you got this engraved: 


  
  Disclaimer: Product of intense boredom. Seriousness unintended.