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Says Bhaswar, "You should be a comic strip!"

I was phlattered.

While returning from Chemistry tuition, the heavens opened up. By a quirk of fate, i found an umbrella in my possession. So, armed with that i decided to walk from Hazra to Gariahat. A walk in the rain, while sniffling periodically, has its disadvantages but i love doing that.

Rohit was reasonably disturbed that Soham tried to set fire to his girlfriend. I never knew Soham used such tactics. He did not recognise the number from which the red alert sms came, his mobile being new. So he saved the number as "helper". Hey, helper, you see the irony in this?

My dad threatened that he will kidnap my guitar if i don't do well in EITHER bio OR math. As in do REALLY well. So, i am torn. Between tying him up and chloroforming him. I am open to more, lets say, subtle suggestions.

I am investigating the incipient urge that i feel to take FB quizzes. There is very little evidence to suggest that those quizzes aren't absolutely rubbish. Yet, knowing all that, i still tolerate those quizzes comfortably. Why...

this place needs a blog.

If I blog now, try as i might, i will NOT be able to prevent it from being an echo of Prat's. Homework has attained new meaning in my life. Long gone are the days when homework meant writing a page of A,B,C,D to submit to your teacher the next day...(I figure that since i am going to lament growing up, why not begin at the beginning?)

I should write about our teachers. However, I should respectfully refrain keeping in view the theory put forward by Rohan. What if there are more like Trinanjan sir? tech savvy teachers who stumble on to my blog? It might be unpleasant for me, i am forced to think, and so, i will be um, euphemistic. The feelings between us-me and the teachers- run high and low through very jittery regions, and the description might turn out to be very unfavorable for them.

I could, for instance, talk about Dilip sir and his very attractive personality. His articulation, his attitude, his...ah, i need to stop with the sarcasm. A teacher, i must remind myself.

And then, the direct antithesis of Dilip sir, Arijit Sir. I could marry that guy.

They say that school life is fun. Its not always apparent, not when we are going through what we are going through. But i guess, things after this are gonna be like, radically different. And thats not good. Cause i fear change in general. Cause I miss bad memories too.

I will stop before this blog transcends the barrier of sense.