The third cup of coffee on my computer table has gone cold.
The weather outside is cold too; but I wouldn't know for sure. I'm still inside.
A half-finished collection of dry fruits lying on the bed is making my mouth water. No, not really.
My cell phone is half out of charge due to repeated re-runs of every playlist I have inside it.
Did I mention it's Diwali?
Did I mention I hated it?
I spent most of the day sleeping on my couch and lying on my bed in a similar position finishing my homework.
I'm only done with Quadratic Equations. I'm still left with A.P. and Circles.
Dad was surprised I actually got myself to study on Diwali and I thought, well, if you've got nothing to do, you're eventually going to start finishing your homework.
I'd have died if it weren't for all the Iron Maiden, RHCP, Guns N' Roses, Audioslave, Joe Satriani, Metallica, and Nirvana songs in my phone; just to name a few.
It's 8:10.
It's cold.
It's comparatively less noisy than the past years; thank God for that.
I don't want to go outside.
I don't want to celebrate Diwali.
It's just not fun for me.
Wasting time is one of my favorite things. Going outside and celebrating Diwali would mean utilizing it.

Anyway,
Here's 1 heart, 2 eyes, 7 liter blood, 206 bones, 4.5 million red cells, 60 trillion DNAs and one mighty pissed, frustrated, and bored soul wishing you a very happy Diwali!

Have fun people! :)

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Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, is purely coincidental; if not psychological.
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   'You want ice cream?' she asked.
   'Nah, not really,' I began. 'I'd just rather have you'
   She was wearing one of those shirts of hers that was too over-sized to be worn in public. To top that she was wearing shorts that were shorter than the boxers I was wearing then. She looked better than she looked in my dreams.
    'You and your lines!' she exclaimed.
    'But, if you insist' I began again. 'I'd like to have some of that ice cream. Looks delicious. Not more than you, though.'
    'Stop it, will you?' she shot back.She gave a playful little smile - that was supposedly anger - that I adored, and went back to concentrating on her ice cream. She never did realize I saw right through that fake anger of hers. She liked it. Her eyes said so. And eyes never lie.
    'Can I have some ice cream?' I said, clicking my fingers in front of her face. I realized then, that she made me ask her for something that I didn't really want in the first place. Some skill that lady possessed.
    'Of course, darling' she said, handing out her ice cream to me.
    At this point, I should probably mention that I was standing near a wall, with my back towards it.
    She handed me her ice cream, and as soon as I reached out to take a bite, she shouted, 'STOP!'
    I shrugged.
    She jumped onto me, grabbed me by my neck, and wrapped her legs around my waist, and my back hit the wall. She must have planned that out in advance because I never knew her to be so much of a ninja. Her ice cream fell from my hand. She locked her lips with mine.
    'Hey! The ice cream fell!' I said, after she withdrew
    'What? You're actually choosing ice cream over kisses from me?'
    I opened my mouth to speak, but she cut me off with a spontaneous kiss. I might have gotten pissed with her for doing that, but she continued kissing me. She was always too gentle; she pulled my hair softly while doing it, and there was nothing more that she needed to do.
   She stopped for a brief moment, and I tightened my arms around her waist.
   'What flavor was that?' I asked, referring to the ice cream.
   'Blackcurrant,' came the reply.
   'Oh. No wonder that kiss tasted shockingly good today.'
   She smiled. 'Shut up,' she said softly and went back to kissing me.
   The intensity of her kisses went up with each subsequent heart beat; and we exchanged places - she was against the wall now. She put her hand on my neck and held on to it tight, while I kissed her back. It didn't take us a long while to be out of breath.
   'You know what?' she said, getting some air and brushing her hair back. 'I love you'
    'And,' I said. 'I love blackcurrant'
    She smiled.
    We started kissing again.
                                                                            * * *
    Long white, translucent tubes run from her face and her chest to various locations inside the room. It was painfully silent save for the frequent ticking of a clock and the occasional beep on the ECG. And I hated silence.
   'What happened there?' I asked her, grabbing hold of her hand.
   'Nothing,' she started. 'Take it easy alright? Nothing happened. You look tensed.' She was awfully observant even while lying on a hospital bed.
   'Something must've happened! You just fell on the ground! You FAINTED!'
   'Yeah, alright, I did! My heart skipped a beat. Literally speaking.' She giggled.
   'And you think I'm in the mood for jokes?' I wasn't.
   'See, it's something called Arrhythmia, and since you're not a biology major, you wouldn't know what it is. And you need not worry about it because it's not going to happen again.'
    I kissed her hand.
    'Promise?' I asked.
    'God,' she said. 'Can you stop being so cheesy? Nothing will happen to me, okay? I'll be out in a while. Take it easy!' She gave me one of those don't-worry-be-happy smiles. I wasn't really convinced though.
    'Okay...' I said. 'But I need to kiss you to make sure you're fine'
    She smiled.
    The kiss was gentle, calm; and in short, perfect.
    She started playing with my hair again, and said, 'So... this is what it has come to? You seducing me in the hospital?'
    I laughed, withdrawing her hand from me. 'I love you,' I said.
    'And,' she said. 'I love blackcurrant'
    I smiled.

Endless lay in wait
In the mighty hall
And then was the time
To act mature
And face up to it all

What they would make of us
Was now open for debate
People were right when they said
It's not the pain that kills,
It's the wait.

  The second term has started.
  Shit.
  It's crazy how much work I have left and I'm still doing nothing about it.
  Meh. What bullshit this is.
  School's not getting any funner, but yes, playing Iron Maiden's Trooper right before studies began helped things.
  Some blasts managed to freak out a few kids today. Somebody put a bomb, not one used by a terrorist but one used by kids during Diwali, in one of the toilets and the blast broke the glass panes inside it. While I was still busy wondering what the hell had happened, Remya was smart enough to say, 'Arre! You guys wait for the second blast. That'll just rock the whole school!' And when she say the look of disbelief on my face, she said, 'I was kidding!' Thank God for that, but yes, there was another blast.
  Nilanjana came and said hi to me after the end of god-knows-what period and she said, 'I'm cranky and I'm sad and I do not like this!' To that I said, 'And I need to pee and they locked all the washrooms,' That's why I like her - irrespective of whatever crap goes on in both our lives, we always have enough time to spare for our moment of craziness retardedness.
  I have to submit Eco, Chem and History copy tomorrow.
  This year is crappy, and ironical even more, since this is the only academic year that I'm actually studying and we're being graded for classroom behaviour and attendance. It's something like: Classroom(Behaviour; Attendance) [<--------Get that!?]
   I broke the first string of my guitar yesterday. It just ripped from the center, and I didn't know that could even happen. And in case you're wondering how I played Trooper without a first string, I'll say that I just played it a string above.
   I'm gonna get a guitar slide soon. I've been pining for one since crazy ever since I heard Slash's Snakepit's Beggars And Hangers-on.
   French day is coming close too. Dammit I CANNOT sing while playing guitar and I'm gonna be graded on THAT. Fuck you CCE. Again, fuck you.
   Second Term's gonna be the cherry on the cake that is unfortunately, my life, and I'm gonna have to 'enjoy' it as much as I possibly can. Yeah, like as if that's gonna happen when I know Butane can also be called 2Methyl-Propane if you change the position of carbon atoms. What shit, seriously. If I cut my arm and paste it on my leg will my name change?
 
 
 

The view from the top
Was scary
And it didn’t make me
Wanna jump at all…

That is what I went there for, though

   Two of my most beloved friends, Anish and Mayank, have started calling me a nerd recently. And that is very insulting. Why? All of us belong to the best section of Xth in our school. I'll explain further - The other three sections combined, had a total of 38 scholars based on their performance in IXth, i.e. students who scored more than eighty percent overall, or in CCE terms - an A2. Our class alone, had 33 scholars. It was something that our class teacher could boast about; and something we could feel ashamed about. Now while I was completely oblivious of the fact that I could actually score, I ended up being a scholar too. So did Mayank and Anish.

   Yes. I got my report card. And yes, it sucked.
   And in the words of one of my favorite characters from TV, I was attached to another object by an inclined plane, wrapped helically around an axis. Simply put, I was screwed.
   If you know me well, you'd know that I'm always stuck up between two things. And they needn't be good and bad, always. And I've got two very different thinkers residing inside me, and both of them didn't leave a single opportunity to speak up, and of course, engage in a fist-less duel. Here, it was between the right brain and the left brain; the rationalist and the dreamer; the engineer and the poet. And so started the battle of the brains that would eventually end up making me crazy.   

Another Fiction 55 'cuz now I'm just getting simply obsessed!

We were waiting for our things
At a store by the park

When a maid came in carrying a child
And she bought him
Two toffees

And the child,
In his ragged, shabby attire
Smiled

And shocked we were

'Cause the smile came straight
From his soul
And all he got,
Was just two toffees...

Thou asketh not for compassion or warmth