KhepiAri

A week of events has passed, from someday to someday... Finally the Valentines day is gone...  Nothing twisting happened, nothing special occurred, nothing to blush about ...... Well that's how my  14 Th February was....  I  woke up with my best friends text wishing me "Same to you sweety. "...... My Mom asking about my plans to go college ( I had no Plan to go college ). Forced by Mom I went..... My optimistic heart became pessimistic as I entered, The Huge Gate.... Well my smile was tall as the Gate..... I could see, Pink College was blushing and telling me you are destined to be without..... ( secret )  Soon I could see my comrades wishing me, and me doing same, after a while, I saw young lovers, hidding and exchanging Red roses from conservative teachers.... My Major-Mate asked her friend to bring Red Rose for her beloved.. To my Horror- The price of  the Rose had gone up to  Fifty Bucks....

                      Few days back I was coming back to home from my Tutorial, in general I have to do a break journey - have to   travel by two Auto rickshaws home. But few days back it was different, my Rickshaw-comrade was absent. So after the first rickshaw, I decided to walk home....                          Well the walk was not very long, neither romantic, nor very silent.... But I wanted to walk for channelization of my thought process. So I was walking  the Fly Over,,, the only tourist spot in my small town.... It was evening   and the view of the cars was beautiful... as if all the fireflies were marching down the road..... Then my fickle mind traveled back through space and time to my childhood... Hence I retraced the story of my first experience with rule of the road.......   ...

To be immortal .... That's something we all want ( Off course I want to be Immortal), here I am not speaking about never dying: but about never being unknown.. Few days back my Professor was teaching about the genres of  writing when he started to speak about:- Diary Writing. Now this topic made me attentive in a otherwise boring class, we learned about  Pepys's Diary - technically the first diary writer- written about science and business,. Then we came to world's most famous Diary ever written, Anne Frank's diary, a diary which made me motivated  to start my own diary. Well for an 8th grader life was really simple, so what would she write about? she wrote about the competition she won, about crushes she had, and her the then boyfriend, and to my dismay my sister was after my diaries...  , well I have been a diary collector/ journal collector . So the real meaning of Dairy came  to my life on ...

How could I miss such a auspicious day? No I cant, though I didn't have a misadventure, or twist of fate, yet I cant stop mumbling, So here are few words on a Just Another Day.....  as whole day has past, and its minutes to midnight, yet, I did not fall, break leg, or get kicked off college, or been asked to leave home..... And my dad came to home, today, with  grace of God he is fit and fine, ......... Friday the 13th a day hated  all over the world, pathetically we call our selves modern yet we fail to clear our mind of darkness. So what misfortune did I have today? I am down with fever and to my good luck  I didn't go to Pink College,. So I fail to see anything unlucky for me, Its time to wake up.  Stop blaming, days, number, year and nonsense logic for ill-fate. Well new year began with 13/jan/friday/2012, so lets jump and pack our bags, because world End's on   21/12/2012........

                          Everything comes to me in a twisted manner, that's my first & final lesson of new year.               I had a eventful week. I must say, though Pink College and I are not on friendly terms yet we have come to an agreement.                   This week was College Week, a grand week to show off our talents in respect of  academics, sports, cultural and Fashion wise. Whole college was colorful , first time Pink College was not pink but, yellow, blue, red, green, orange, - a Pallet with its own fable.....                         So I missed the first day of college week, technically missing the  Short story writing  competition. May be I lost a glorious chance to express the writer in me, nah... I am born to be a writer ( I ha...

Resolutions ??? I make them to break them.... no I lied, I fulfilled  six (6)  resolutions out of  seven (7) I  made for 2011....  Since 2012 is the end of world, I want to die a reformed human..... No I am lying again, I want everyday to be my day, and make me free..... Resolutions are simple to excute, I have been a person of rules and order but at same time I have been the follower of  choice and freedom. Some people find resolutions to be a way to tame them, control them. No its not true, everything is in mind.... We can be in chains, orders, any form of groups, but we can be free, we can fly with out wings....... Resolutions are made to guide us in path     of confusion....... So here are my resolutions rather RE- SOLUTIONS to same problem same quests, same story of same life,..... 1. Top in every Subject in Pink College.. ( too big dream) 2. To get rid of extra fats in my body. 3. To be free of...

dedicated to a lady, who is Born today (legally)  to  Dictate....me .... or as I call her ( Impulsive Young Lady) Today is 31st December  my elder sister's birthday,  A lady who never knows anyone above and superior to her.  She can go to any extent to protect me, example technically do poaching in my Facebook, reading  my messages, reading my personal diary and scolding me. Who is against every new best friend I have.. She can never be my friend, as she is 7years elder than me..... The glass of between the ruled and ruler is never to break...  A lady who knows everything hence putting the word Great before her name. She presents the breed born in the late 80's... Unapologetic, Dominating, Free-willed. But this blog of mine came to existence only for her, because my dumb head would fail to create even a email id alone..... Well my sister is unique creature, rather a strange creation of  God, born on a strang...