Why So Serious ?

It was just my budding teenage when I lost someone very close to me. I don’t know if that’s the reason I became the way I am. Hardly could I be someone I wanted to be, not because of the tragedy that I witnessed but for the reason that wherever I went people were always ready with their views about me. Why was I prejudged every time? I never knew.

It was tough to live to others’ expectations. If I deviated a bit, I was standing topic to be made fun of. And just when I found someone I could be myself with, that bitch went behind me to get knocked up with my friend. And ever since, there’s no way I leave myself to get close to someone. You never know when he might hurt you. It’s better to ignore people than being deceived by the same.

… and my friends want to know why I’d always put on such an uninviting face all these years!

MISSING THE BEATS OF MY HEART…

I don’t even know when I’ll meet them again. Or if at all I’ll meet them again! Who says leaving your friends can be a little difficult? Its the bitter truth I can’t face…

How am I to stay alive, when “all the pieces of my heart” are to part their ways forever?

How am I to watch each of my friends sharing their last goodbyes with a warm hug?

How am I supposed to command my tears not to roll over my eyes?

Should I just say,”Goodbye. Keep in touch!” Will these words reveal the least of how much I’m going to miss them? I see no bravery in me anymore. Now its just being dejected, mourning over hundreds of things we could have still done together. I never felt a thing on our farewell party. But today, I’ve already started missing the moments I spent with my friends there and till then…

It seems so awkward. Just four years back, we all had come with thoughts of getting something we wanted desperately… Some worked for excellent placements, some for girlfriends, some for sheer fun. For me, it was always friends. But today, I am left with only a handful of them. Even they will leave me now… How am I supposed to feign that “All izz well”?

Life is never going to be same again. Is it?

Will twenty of my friends watch an IPL match in a 20 X 20 feet room?

Will seven of my friends get two coolers inside hostel without anyone noticing them?

Will forty of my friends sit together while having their lunch or dinner?

Or will thirty six of my friends come during my birthday and give me b’day bumps?

“Thousands of things in Millions of Ways, are just going to be some frozen moments of time locked up in my heart……”

-: MISSING THE PEOPLE WHO HELPED MY HEART TO BEAT :-

Waah!

This watchman doesn’t let students enter the students after 11.30 PM

Asks them to come after 4.3o even if students have an honest reason for being late. Says that he is doing his duty.

At 4.30 AM, when students finally entered the gate, Ooopppssss…… What the Fuck!

That same watchman was sleeping!

So, is he doing his duty really???

I think, it is because of people like him that God gave us “middle fingers”!

The Warriors

Oh damn this! It is about Tug-Of-War. We were five and almost every other team had six players. Still, first time we won. Second time, we were opposite to people who got a by in their first game. So, they were not exhausted as we were. Still, we won. But the third time, we couldn’t. Still, going up there without any idea about the game and reaching the semi finals… wan’t it great?