ब्लैक - बैंचर

Rite nw, d sports fest is on in our college... N since i dont play neither soccer nor table-tennis for d team, i m one of the most idle people around this time... However, an empty mind is home to the devil... N in my case, d devil is lucifer himself :P Ystrday, i decided to just head out on myslf n see d real goa, far from beaches, booze, babes n shack parties... I searched d internt, found dis li'l known place called curtorim village 10 kms from d town of madgaon... so i startd alone... first, d bus tuk an hour to reach downtown... It tuk all my will power not to smoke meanwhile... finally d bus came, i climbed aboard n nxt stop d conductor told me dat its d last one... i felt cheated, fooled, nauseous, hideous, contaminated, victimised, horrified, n dat just sums up wat i felt(maybe i exaggerated too much!!)... bt i got down on a totally unknown spot without any idea when d nxt bus will come... Thn came d great samaritan... he told me dat he wud gimme a ride to the nearby town...

Since my early years, teachers have had an unusual hatred for me... Some reasons are understandable, but many are yet unknown.. Back in kindergarten, there was one Anita ma'am who used to think I act stupid on purpose(its a different matter altogether that I hated her for being a teacher)... She used to give candies to everyone except me :x In class 5, the social studies teacher, Asaiya Sir, used to slap me for no reason at all... He had a comical face and it was tough to talk to him without laughing my head off.. If he was dictating notes and I was sharpening my pencil, he used to assume that I was being naughty and liable for a sound beating :( I developed a knack for sleeping in the history class in 7th grade... And since then, my teacher(Ms. Geeta Soman) threw me out regularly... Again in class 8th, I used to sleep in the history and civics class regularly... Our teacher, Ms. Zia-ul-haq, who was usually a sport, took it as personal insult a...

Last night, v were at the Channel V India festival at Cavelosseim beach... it was open to all free of cost... the festival was rocking until mohit chauhan finished n the techno fusion was over... after dat it became a pain in d a**... Our college had the maximum no. of participants in dat fest.. I dont know whether its sumthng to b proud or ashamed of... Proud becoz v lik to njoy... :D N ashamed becoz at d same time our own technical fest called QUARK was on in the institute n yet v were not attending dat :( Anyways, cuming to d heartful conversation dat i had wit pareshan asati(u can read abt him in my prev. posts), v were sitting on the reclining chairs at the beach, enjoying the last few rays of the sun... Times like these often make ppl philosophical n introspective(in my case)... Soon v were discussing flat-out on wat gossip does to our thinking... I made that mistake whn i formed an extremely wrong(n cheap!!) opinion abt a girl in our college.. However, after talking to her, i fe...

I stole d title of dis post from a buk by d same name... sum1 really close to me(read dat as special :D) has been reading dis buk n she was d sole factor for writin dis post... Frnds, lovers, guys n gals, dis world of ours is lik a mountain range n our life is like an echo... wat v get bak from dis world is only d reflection of wat v giv to it ourselves... i know it sounds crappy n philosophical bt jst consider for a moment- if u smile at a stranger on a train or a bus, u r sure to get a smile or at least half a smile... dat works as an ice-reaker n u can either strt a conversation or jst exchange glances(if d said stranger is a pretty lass, for instance!!)... d point is, u made a frnd right dere... on d othr hand, if u dont giv a damn towards those wit whom u might b travelling, a day will come whn u'll wonder y u r travelling alone?? believe me, its as true as our picture on d top of dis blog.... If v spread love all around, most of it is bound to come bak to us in one way or the...