If you've been wasting your time for the past whatever-no.-of-years you've lived, you probably know what it feels like to have wasted a hell lot of time. Or maybe not.
   I'm left with so much to do. And it's just sad because I'm not doing any of the things that I'm supposed to. Instead, I'm blogging
   But I'm left with about half-a-hundred math questions and there's this geography FA that I'm supposed to study for(but I wouldn't, of course). And I have to submit my Bio homework copy and... blah blah yada yada.
   I've procrastinated so much in the past few weeks that I'm pretty sure if I continue like this, I'll end up a fat man with no education or money. But I just might have cool guitar techniques but that's still a big 'maybe'. 
   I'm left with so many stories and poems and everything too. I've procrastinated so much I've written just ONE single decent story in the month of January. Dammit, man. Procrastination sucks ass. I could've done better. :(
   So, anyway, what's the point of this post?
   Does everything you do have a purpose...?
   Come to think about it, why do we even live? What's the purpose of that? We live to do what? Get good grades? Earn shitloads of cash? Feel freaking elated when we're done with all our left over work? Eh?
   Well, who knows about that. Seriously. Nobody knows. Nobody cares.
   I could swear I know people who say they live their lives to the fullest but don't know why they live it in the first place.
   I'm not one of them. I don't live my life to the fullest. 
   I don't study as much as I should, or play football as much as I should. Or even write songs or stories as much as I should. I just procrastinate more than I should. More than anyone should. Haha. How lame. 
   Anyway, the post is called Procrastination Postulate, right?
   Well, what is the Procrastination Postulate?
   Consider it my first postulate, if not a theory or anything.

   When tenth grade is drawing to a close, and you happen to be an aspiring engineer(or a forced-into-aspiring engineer), you'll find yourself taking the scholarship tests of various IITJEE coaching centres, or whatever it is that they are called.
   Selecting which centre to opt for the next two years is almost like selecting which school to enroll in. Only this time, peeing in your pants wouldn't be an acceptable innocent childhood act. 
    I'm pretty sure that by the end of the ninth grade I hated most living engineers and wanted to be a humanities student. Something happened. And now I'm thinking I should read more about vectors. Something definitely happened...

Projected National Rank: AROUND 30000

Ability: SATISFACTORY

Aptitude: SATISFACTORY

Achievement: ABOVE AVERAGE

Analytical Ability: ABOVE AVERAGE

Capricorn: Jan. 20 - Feb. 16
Aquarius: Feb. 16 - March 11
Pisces: March 11- April 18
Aries: April 18 - May 13
Taurus: May 13 - June 21
Gemini: June 21 - July 20
Cancer: July 20 - Aug. 10
Leo: Aug. 10 - Sept. 16
Virgo: Sept. 16 - Oct. 30
Libra: Oct. 30 - Nov. 23
Scorpio: Nov. 23 - Nov. 29
Ophiuchus: Nov. 29 - Dec. 17
Sagittarius: Dec. 17 - Jan. 20

 Sadly, according to the new dates, I'm no longer a whiny, moody, sensitive Cancerian. And what the new dates are suggesting is that I've been a curious, adaptive, outgoing or pensive Gemini this whole time! Something's seriously wrong with these people. Anyhow, here's all you need to know about why the new zodiac sign was added and the dates to the rest were changed and everything else, presented as a conversation between a common man, i.e. me, and a wannabe astrologer, i.e. me. 

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    man.The Opiuchus' have a great deal of creativity, imagination and curiosity; Follow 

    their instincts to a fault and can be impulsive; Are not "open books" and can be 

    secretive; Don't fall well into social labels; Procrastinate as a rule; Are sarcastic and have

    a dry sense of humor and tend to only keep useful things, including friends, around.

M: Damn. That's a lot you guys know about a new zodiac sign.  

A: Yeah. We guys know about the twelve other signs as well. You interested?

M: No thanks, dumbass. But if I was led to believe I was a Cancerian for about 15 years, I 

    might've been a Gemini this whole time!?

A: Yeah. Pretty much.

M: I feel violated!!!

A: Uh... sorry man. Curse the Sun, the Moon and the Earth.

M: Goddammit!

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Opiuchus, also called the serpent bearer:

If you're interested in knowing more about the Opiuchus' click here.

So. What's your verdict? Do you think the zodiac signs really have changed? Or would you agree with Parke Kunkle?

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1st Random Rhyme.

What are Random Rhymes I hear you ask? [No, just kidding. I just want to tell you. :)]

--> Well, they're these small poem-like things that aren't exactly poems. They're not even Fiction-55s; but they rhyme. And to add to that, they're pretty darn random, so... :D

I really had no idea what to name this one, so I just went with 'Better'. :/

   Fuck the fucking calendar, man. It's sad. 2010's gone. 

   2011's a little gone too. One week down. One week four days, to be precise.

   So, good thing our holidays got extended. Or I'd have been studying for my English unit test to be held tomorrow. Which is not happening. Thanks to God and the crazy winters. But losers like me aren't really satisfied ever, so I'm still kinda pissed that they're still starting. I mean.. they should be scraped. Or raped. Or whatever.

    The cold is making me fucking angry. It's so cold I don't feel like getting out of my bed(not that I feel like doing it all of the time, but still). The worst part about the winter season is that my productive output levels decrease drastically. For all I care, I haven't done ANYTHING that is going to be worth something later in life. Not studies anyway, I've been still playing guitar like crazy; and even more so after I found out this tone in my processor that sound EXACTLY like the intro tone in Wolfmother's Joker And The Thief, with the phaser and everything. And I've been discovering new music too. This one friend of mine posted a link to the Mellowdrone song Orange Marmalade on his wall, and damn am I in love with that song. There's another song called DMT that's awesome. Another friend suggested to me the song called The High Road by Broken Bells. It's nice too. There's something awfully haunting about that weird thing that plays in the intro. And then there's the whole soundtrack to Garden State that I'll be listening to in the coming week, not really giving a rat's smelly behind about studies or whatever. But I'm just trying to act all cool and shit. Of course I'd care.

   There's a Science unit on 14th. Then French on 15th. And the VMC test on 16th. And SSt on 17th. All that being said, I'll probably score shit in SSt because there's three whole chapters and not enough time. And a more than adequate dose of laziness.

    Oh, speaking of VMC, did you know they give a goddamned CD loaded with a software that contains test papers with all answers and everything? It greets me beautifully too:

    

   Twenty one-and-a-half hour each tests. Damn you VMC. [The software's pretty slick though. It is appreciably dig-able.]

   My intellect - if at all there was any - has gone out for a long walk on the streets. It plans to be there for a while. Well, at least till the boards end. Oh you don't know, do you? According to people who keep forwarding me texts, the date sheet of the non-board people is the same as that of the board people. So. That means... March will be a waste. The whole of March.  Here's the CBSE Board Date Sheet for the Xth Grade:

   1st March - French

   5th March - Maths

   7th March - Sanskrit [Which I'm not appearing for thanks to French]

   10th March - SSt

   14th March - Hindi [Which again, I'm not appearing for thanks to French]

   16th March - Foundation of IT [Which is useless now. For me, at least.]

   18th March - English 

   23rd March - Science

   There. The whole of March. Gone.

   And the whole of February gone too. For preparations and shit.

   And half of January's gone too. What the fuck?

   I'm in no mood to race with Time. I don't take part in the races anyway, it's Life that participates. And ironically, Life is running slow as usual; instead of being hand-in-hand with Time. They need to work on their love-hate relationship. Seriously.

   And I need to study Science, Maths, SSt, French and English. Fuck the tenth grade.

   Oh, before I leave - I was listening to Broken Bells' self titled album while typing this. Citizen, Sailing To Nowhere, and Float are good; besides The High Road. Discovering new music is always nice! :)

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  8th Fiction 55.

  Wrote it when I had a not-so-enlightening epiphany that time wouldn't wait for me to grow up.

  I'm going to be in the eleventh grade in less than 60 days.

  Hopefully...

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  FYI - This beautiful picture is taken by Nilanjana Bhattacharjee. Check out the rest of her first

  ever photography album here. :)

[So.. Shreeparna Chatterjee sent me her short story and asked me to write a... MALE perspective to her story. And... I did. :D]


   Part of my quilt was lying on the floor. The part that wasn't, covered all but the upper portion of my back. My drowsy, drooping eyes searched for the digital clock that lay on the side-table beside my bed. The mundane screen read 8:58.
   Dammit.
   9 o' clock.
   Sunday.
   Tuition time.

   The van reached on time. As usual. I did too.
   The van took me to the teacher's place by 9:30 sharp. Sometimes, the monotony of the whole situation just got to me. It wasn't one of those days, though. I reached the class, which in fact was our teacher's living room(the one on the ground floor; she lived in the first) re-decorated and re-furnished to resemble a classroom. She never really succeeded in passing it off as a classroom, but she taught and I studied - I guess that accounts for something.
    Around her elliptical table, that could support at most six people, I never sat directly facing her. If that ever happened to be, I’d excuse myself to use her washroom, and while I was gone, one of the more sincere and devout students would invariably come and replace me. I’d done it quite a number of times just to get my seat changed, too. Nerds are awesome.
     Today was different. From the moment I’d stepped in the class in my leather jacket with a messenger’s bag slung over my shoulders, something just didn’t feel right. First of all, our teacher wasn’t there, and why that wasn’t usual was because she’d always portrayed herself to one of those people with principles to whom punctuality was as necessary as regular intake of oxygen. To top that off, I was the only one in class at the moment, and that was unusual because contrary to the nature of my teacher, I was one of those people without principles to whom punctuality was as unnecessary and troublesome as pests were to farms.
     I waited for somebody to come and enlighten me as I took my seat. The nipping cold outside couldn’t be felt as much inside the room, courtesy of the one who was adored more than our teacher herself - the heater. So, I took off my jacket and placed it on my lap, revealing my otherwise hidden checked shirt that I despised. Had I more time on my hands earlier this morning, I’d have chosen for myself something better looking than a plain red-white-and-blue checked shirt. It didn’t matter to me much though. Who cares about getting dressed for tuition anyway?
   Before I could hold on that thought, it left my mind abruptly, as various formulae often tended to.
   After all, she’d stepped in.
   Sometimes, the cheesier version of the usually stingy, bitchy, unbothered, dripping-with-acidic-sarcasm self of mine came out. And she was always the reason. Always.
   When she entered the class, she stood at the door and sighed. She was standing against a background that was lit up by the morning light and caressed by beautiful green trees. The sharp contrast that the scene offered got imprinted on my mind. 
    Her heart shaped face, which had a silent to look to itself, seemed to be magnified by her glasses, the frames of which were dark, shiny black, and her overall appearance seemed to be acknowledged by her barely loud sense of dressing. Her hair was tied in a small little bun behind her head, and on her face and ears fell long, slender bangs. Cute. I started biting my pen in anxiety, because even though I knew I could talk to her normally like a sane person, I knew deep down that I wasn't quite as I appeared to be when I did. I looked at her again, and in her glasses I could see myself, and if I looked harder, maybe even in her eyes. 
    She walked to the table, her motion as smooth and uninterrupted as that of a river, and sat down diagonally towards me. As she took her books out, I passed her a smile that to my dismay went unnoticed. She then proceeded to start solving some random questions from the science book. Random to me at least. I gave her a look that, had it been noticed would've clearly conveyed to her how unappreciative I was of the fact that she had enough sincerity in her to solve questions even in the absence of a teacher. And had she cared enough to look a bit more carefully, she'd have understood that it wasn't just disproval - it was respect.
   As she continued to scribble in her notebook, I noticed something on her left shoulder: A brown, crinkled leaf. I waited patiently for it to fall gently off her shoulder, and when it didn't, I told her that she had something over her shoulder. She turned her head excitedly to where she thought the leaf was, but ended up turning towards the wrong side. I laughed at her innocent stupidity and exclaimed, 'No! The other shoulder!' She noticed the leaf on her other shoulder and brushed it off with an elegant movement of her hand. Before she went back to exercising her brain on random questions, she looked at her watch. Then she realized with a shock that our teacher wasn't in our class yet. She might've noticed the fact that it was just the two of us in the class too, but I couldn't really go that deep into her mind. 

THE END

(as of now!):D

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