An ode to Class X-D

It was cleaning day today. At the end of it, my mom said ‘photo kheech lo, kisi din dekhna aur kehna ke mera kamra itna neat tha kabhi.’ Evidently she has given up on me on this front. I even have a denis the menace ‘it’s my mess n I love it’ poster on the bathroom door. What? Atleast its better than the one on exemplary toilet habits-which I don’t have. I think being disorganized is ok as long as you know where your mess is. I know that sc. Mess is on the table and bed of the spare bedroom upstairs. Sst handouts and maths sample papers are mixed up and maths books are all over the house. I sleep on one side of the bed, miniature Linda Goodman, vikram seth, tagore sleep on the other with one of the proverbial but sometimes sedentary almost decorative-self-beguiling textbooks. You know I am getting tired of the milky way at the backcover of the sc. Book. I wish things moved in pics as in harry potter world. That would be exciting. I better catch my imagination before it zooms a 100 light yrs away.
One more thing, I am getting tired of the valentine shit. You don’t a need a special day to tell someone how much you love them. Or do you? Maybe its extra special on that day. Maybe it’s a marketing propaganda. How do we know. My mom and dad’s anniversary is on the 14th. Now that’s romantic !!!!!!
Yay!!! We won yesterday. I hope we can replicate the performance t’row. Hope sehwag plays the same
I can’t find my gin blossoms cd. Did someone borrow it?

It goes as far as this
With no scale to define and
guaranteed; no memory left devoid
Of the time of inexplicable,
unfathomable, unadulterated thrill
So even as this errand stares
right into notre visage
we strive to look ahead.
This is a tribute to our (to-be) freedom,
Our will.
And as the clock ticks away 20 days
we focus on the month beyond
Come April, we’ll squander away
every minute in our best spirit
This is a tribute to our sacrifice,
Our plight.
It comes back to the point
It wanders for a while.
And then the notion
of the copious graveyard shifts
sends shivers down our spines.
But we endeavor to maintain
Our identity, our image.
This is a tribute to our
Inner-active-geek,
Our workaholic days.
Merci.

Every now and then (no make that always) we like to feign callous indifference whenever India loses a match. “we don’t care.” Sehwag out for 5, 23 runs in the last 5 overs, economy rates at the back of beyond-who cares? surely not us. It was bound to happen and then comes the next match and voila-we park ourselves in front of the television and then the guilt for having wasted away the entire day only to be rendered……….disappointed. Call it a vicious circle. As for yesterday, we really should not have lost. Thankfully I only saw the good part-india batting. I was away elsewhere giving a mammoth 4 hr test when Pakistan decided to go ballistic. Inzy’s so funny. this dismissal will be long remembered. We should just accept that cricket is in our blood. It just comes from being Indian, I guess.
Hutch’s new ad is something else. Check it out. I am reading ‘a beautiful mind’-30 to 40 pages every day. Kaise din aa gaye hai.