It Hurts....

It hurts the most when friends hurt. I can't elaborate more on this 'cuz I don't want the world to know who hurt me and for what but still I had to bring out my feelings and so am writin it here. When friends refuse to understand you. When they just don't wanna feel the way you do. When they expect you to understand 'em without 'em ever feeling your way. IT HURTS! Dammit it hurts real bad!!
But I can never make 'em understand....never....my bad luck!!

The Security of an Insecure

Exams are knockin' at the door, the windows, and every other possible openin' around me while I'm spending blissfully sleepy nights. Lohita must have revised the extensive details of the content of the syllabus 5 times already and Farah must be learning all possible diagrams. Opashona must have all topics by heart while Jiver has already practised how to approach answers, over and over again. Anirban will anyway get a decent percentage, Jhumri and Sima are already panicking about what they haven't finished though what they haven't finished is actually directly proportional to what I have. Rageshri has all the notes of all the worthy and not-so-worthy professors. Neepa didn't have much of a problem with attendance this time, which means she's finally serious about her exams and Chayan is already askin' so many questions of which I've no idea. Eerie has already decided he's gonna show to all and sundry that even a month and a half's absence cannot stop him from proving that he's one of the best (Mr. V.P. watch out!!!). Sneha is the Super-Girl. Whenever and whatever she studies she'll get Super-Marks. Ratheeji is gonna score remarkably well as usual and even Robin is goin' to rock.
As far as I'm concerned, this time round I'm absolutely sure I'm gonna be right at the bottom. On all the previous occasions I've been doubtful whether or not I'm gonna score badly but this time my soul and spirit tells me that all doubts have been put to rest and I'm gonna............(can't even think about it!!!!..........)

I begin

I love writing but penning had become a pain these days; it could be for the dearth of practice or plain and simple laziness. But typing seemed easy and life seemed ultra boring so I adopted the idea of blogging from my more net-savvy friends. It gives me another reason to log on to the net and helps in honing my writing skills which I'm convinced shall never improve but then one should never give up hope. Should he?
Therefore, I begin.