Stuck in 2009?

11:55 had me all excited, I wanted to be the one to initiate the countdown. So whenever any one asked me "What time is it??" I replied "It's not time yet." and tried to appear eerily inconspicuous. At 11:58 I everyone appeared eerily inconspicuous, so I called the local talking clock to get the exact time to the second, my watch was right to the second, quite understandably so too because I'd spent an hour and 6 bucks the previous day making that orientation. For the first time in 16 years I was going to be the one to say "10..." with exactly 10 seconds left. The first 13 I didn't really care, on the 14th I started late, on the 15th I started early. This would be the only perfect chance I'd ever have to redeem myself for 3 reasons:

Firstly, the new-year's eve for 2010 was a blue moon new years eve. Literally. 31st December 2009 was the first blue moon of my life and basic probability states that such an event come ONCE in 12 blue moons,
Second, It's my second last chance to do the countdown if the world really will be ending in 2012,
Lastly, 'Two Thousand and Ten' just sounds frackin' awesome and I wanted to end the countdown with "WELCOME TO TWO THOUSAND AND TEN!!!!!!".

That aside, seeing the river of still eerily inconspicuous faces before me and being a Poker freshman I announced "11:59!!!!!". Nobody winked. I decided to count to 50. So I closed my eyes. 1...2...3...and my mind shifted, I thought of her, smiled and forgot where I was, took a fleeting glance at my watch and started counting again: 23...24...25............49...50. I opened my eyes I glanced at my watch "25 seconds left???" , I thought. Counting to 15 then, I closed my eyes 1...2...and then someone shouted "10!!!", then everybody shouted "9!!!", then "8!!!". I took more than a cursory glance, infact an almost entirely frantic and hateful, even deadly glance at my watch. Still 25 seconds to go. "5!!!", "4!!!". I cursed, I breathed, cursed again, breathed again, realized that the only reason I was breathing so hard was so that i could curse more and cursed again. I'd lost. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!".



Well, the party's over, Its 3:00 AM. Now I've recovered and I've decided that I'm gonna get my watch fixed and until I see those last 25 seconds go by, my new year will not begin. But to everybody else, Happy New Year! =)

The Absolute Best Day of My Life

Since I told you about my most humiliating moment so far, I thought it was only fair that you know about the best day of my life.
The official best day of my life is 28.3.2009 , that was the day on which absolutely everything i wanted to happen, happened. No exaggerations, not a single lie....everything that happened on that day in detail:

The beginning wasn't anything particularly exciting, I woke up, brushed, bathed, got ready for school(ON A SATURDAY!) and not really school but my science theory exam...the board exams that I told you of earlier, the Crazy BullShit Exam(CBSE...in case you didn't notice the emboldened). 'So?' You might ask 'Whats so freaking awesome about that?'. My reply - Its not, whats awesome is what happened after that. Right from 7:00 AM...my entire day was as good as- but not -a dream(Trust me, I checked. I was pinching myself and getting myself pinched all through.).

Starting with something as mild as the absence of traffic on my way to the examination hall and ending with something as wonderful as a 12 hour sleep (That was the last big exam so it was affordable).

The first good thing that happened to me however, was not the absence of traffic. It was what I recalled before I entered the car that reached the examination hall 45 minutes before the examination started. It was this: the previous night I had practiced all diagrams except one, one I'd forgotten about. Namely-Schematic representation of a biogas plant, something dubbed as vitally important by one of my teachers . A single diagram that I had never considered, useful enough to accomodate in my very choosy brain. But in the car...I forced this one in...every detail.

So, as I said, I reached the examination hall on time, after which I had a couple of uneventful discussions with a few freinds. One of whom informed me about a real cool fact in the text book, from a chapter which I had conveniently decided to skip(Dont look at..well....this page like that! I did the notes).

The third thing was something that happened the moment I received the question paper but I found out only after the exam got over. So, I prefer to make you wait until after the exam before tell you that.

Well, I recd. my paper and it was pretty normal, all I expected. But by the time I saw the 7th question in the bio section I had a smirk on my face and and by the time I finished, my smirk had been transformed into a scarily long smile. The reasons being these: The seventh question in the bio section required me to draw the schematic representation of a biogas plant for 2 marks :-] . Secondly, the last question was one in which I was able to comfortably insert the very interesting fact that my friend had told me of and I quite vividly remembered to formulate the perfect answer :D .

And here's the third lucky thing that happened to me, I got the easiest set. And I'm not lying when I say that I was supposed to get the toughest set, but the invigilator was some weird idiot who changed a pre-decided seating arrangement because he suspected someone of copying! God bless him.Also, something i didn't calculate during the examination, was that because of his change..the person sitting next to me had the same set.But that really didn't matter because I had no intentions of copying on that one paper.

Confession: The day before the science exam while I was looking for some details, it occured to me, while searching for my 10th grade science lab manual that I, strangely enough had lost it. A little worried though I was, I decided to ignore the fact and concentrate on the matter at hand, I felt sure I would be able to figure something out the next day. (Confession ends)

15 minutes after the exam ended, I was sitting comfortably in my car, telling my parents about how cool the paper was. But I couldn't bring myself to tell them about the book. I was well aware that going to the school to get my book from the lab would be stupid because it was a saturday. So looking up to the sky I formulated a plan and promised not to wonder about the outcome, deciding that I would get back to when something happened about it(something that had become quite used to doing, you must have figured out. But it pays, so far as my experience extends, which may not be adequate. Its still in the experimental stage, which makes it a dangerous lifestyle).

Having forgotten the manual. A slow half-smile kind of thing was in the development process on my face as soon as my mouth started watering for something popularly known as Baskin Robins' Ice Cream. So we pulled up at the joint. I was half expecting to return empty handed because the last 3 times I tried, BR didn't have the one flavor that I absolutely CRAVE i.e. Cookies n' Cream and I have this bad(or maybe good, depends on how you perceive it) habit that I dont do anything I dont approve of. But this being my lucky day...you guessed it...IT WAS THERE! All white with lumps of brown...I could taste the air above it(I think you can see pretty clearly that Im obsessed and back then I was desperate). I ate it slowly, drop of cream by drop of cream, block of cookie by block of cookie until I'd licked the cup clean(Im not particularly fond of cones). I remember that as the best ice cream experience I had ever had, in fact I can taste it right now.

At home, the first thing I did was to take my 4X4X4 rubik's cube out of it's package and instantly break it. I recommend people who don't have an understanding pair of parents like mine to look for more productive ways of solving it, rather than getting irritated with the devilish thing and banging it to a wall. Kidding. I was just admiring it, twisting it around and as a result of the cheap quality, it just spontaneously fell apart.(Support to China: The cube that I had was definitely not produced in China because China is well known for making the best Rubik's Cubes on the planet.)

The hours between 2:00PM and 6:00PM weren't very eventful, but the 2 things that happened after that were what compensated for a whole day's worth of the most disgusting luck one could have. They were these:

It rained. The showers were unusually late this year and once they started they were pretty frequent. I was waiting for the boards to end 'cause I love the rain, but when you've got to break your head over CBSE social science you just can't concentrate on anything else. But then just 2 weeks before the end of my papers, the sprinkles ceased and we started getting sunny afternoons. The 28th of March posessed a particularly hot lunchtime, but at 6:15 just before I left to implemet my sort-of masterplan to locate a usable lab manual, the clouds began to conspire and while I was in my cab it began to patter and then it poured, and I was awestruck at the beauty and that cool and fresh feeling of the rain. That day I experienced the rain like I would have had I been sitting in my terrace apartment in my building in Barra Bazaar(Calcutta).

The second awesome thing was that my sort-of masterplan worked(only just). The idea was to go to the house of a science tuition teacher who I'd joined a couple of months before cause my mom had all her faith in my genius but zero faith in my responsibility. And I have to admit that without her help I probably wouldn't rock so much at organic chemistry. Well anyway the idea was to go to class with the pretense that I needed help in the two experiments that CBSE decided to very conveniently insert into the portions 2 months before the exams, thereby giving us no time to actually do them. Anyway, I decided that I would then tell her towards the end that I wanted the lab manual of some other publishing house, just to get that extra bit of exposure and then I'd pray that she had and extra(because her son was giving the boards too). So well, I did this, but what happened next was, disastrous. She said that she dint have an extra. She said she'd check again and went out to honour her commitment, while I in my desperation searched her book drawers frantically and then I saw it, lying there in the second drawer from the left and second drawer from the bottom was the much blessed copy of the book I needed. Surprised at my finding, she let me have it, asking me to return it after the MCQs. The fact that I dint really use that book is very different, but in due thankfulness of all the help that she had bestowed upon me, I broke my age old tradition of not returning borrowed books.

When, after a while I got out of her place, It was raining again. I stepped into it with a strange, almost daring cheerfulness and let the cold strings of water beat upon my forehead, neck, anxiety and books. By the time my father got there, the last two of those were diminished and for the first time in 6 months, I didn't care. It was the feeling one would get were he to escape from a war prison and that was exactly what had happened. After a year of toil, I had escaped, content with the condition I was in, knowing that I had to live for a year in the next 10 days. Knowing that, a peace of mind that would have made the village idiot jealous came over me. I knew that this was something I could achieve, something that I would achieve. I had my dinner, and went to bed thinking that If there really was a God, he'd proved himself to me today.

Welcome to the Hotel California

Most of you, who were in school 2 years ago would be hate-ably familiar enough with the shit that went down in the Rendezvous 3 years ago. I wanted a friend to try out for western vocals, but he wouldn't do it cause there was no one else from 9th trying out, so I decided to back him and for the fun of it, gave the auditions. The irony lies in the fact that I got selected and he dint. I backed out and so the in charge made me a stand by. I took comfort in the fact that standbys are merely what jokers are in a game of bridge, nothing.

But of course, god hated me back then and decided that he was getting bored and needed to wreck someones reputation. "What the heck," he thought"I'll spin the REAL wheel of fortune". Then he went through the 6 and a half billion names on the thing and spun it, only to stop it very conveniently on my name with his little toe(yeah, reflexes.) So while some day of some month of my life in 9th so far was going well, he went about his stuff, he made series of hilarious prank calls and sent the kid who was gonna sing to the hospital(I don't know how and I still don't know what that motherf'er's name was, If i did he'd be fking in his grave right now) and I being the stand by that I was was naturally the one chosen to replace him as per the age old system of hierarchy though it dint seem nearly as pleasant to me as it did to nephews and princes when somebody when their dads or their dad's brothers or their cousins or pretty much anybody died.

So with an air of non-existing confidence which shouldn't have existed even in the non existent form, I marched up there when my name was called which it shouldn't have been and been and sang the very song which I shouldn't have sung but had to sing because the not-nice-lady of a comparer had taken the name of the song, Hotel California. Now it wasnt all that bad for about the first 5 seconds or so, then it started, Oh, what was i doing for the first 5 seconds or so? Adjusting the mike, that part went off beautifully. My air of non-existing confidence growing denser and denser and my smile grew larger and larger by the minute with each freakishly loud creak that the mike made because I thought there for a second that the mike may explode and bury the sharpnel in the judge's skull, maybe even my skull, but then I heard god giggle and the mike was set in front of me in a perfect manner waiting for the perfect acoustics of my voice visibly impressed by the largest cloud of non existent confidence it had ever seen, I glanced at the crowd of about a 150 disrespecting souls sitting below me from the foot of the stage to the back of the rather smallish auditorium if you could call it even half a one, I saw them talk and laugh and chat and fucking enjoy themselves, and at that moment I felt like repeating Virginia Tech all over again, but alas, Virginia Tech hadn't happened yet and so because of the lack of ammunition or any other idea, my bubble of Non Existent Confidence decided to decapitate itself and there I was stranded, lonely ,almost dead, but god thought that death would be too good for me compared to what was going to happen next(Of course he knew) and shook hands with the idea of leaving me there still stranded, still lonely, still alive.

So after these 5 seconds, I knew I had to run off stage and eat my socks and play dead, probably get cremated if that would help instead I began: "On a dark desert highway" the speakers boomed, creaked and creaked and the ones sitting close to the speakers, the ones I call the lucky ones closed their ears or ran outside to puke out an eardrum or two. I went on: "Cool wind in my hair" and saw the crowd, once evenly distributed, now huddled in the back of the room trying to not very inconspicuously at all 'get the hell outta there' as they later put it but a flaw in the room acoustics prevented them from doing that and it was this: there were speakers in the back. By the time I got to the part: "There were voices in the corridor" and if you read the lyrics you'll know that that's not very far, I thought I heard someone in the not so very far back at all say "DIE BUDDY! DIE!" and substituted the next line with this line from after the comma onwards to the end of the second double inverted comma close. And again, if you've read the lyrics, you'll realize that it doesn't sound all that bad with the song but it wasn't physically the most appropriate time and place to insert such changes. When I got to the second paragraph the judges were looking around, as if to see how many were still alive (which after further speculation was reported to be exactly what they were doing) and choked as if to say "If you leave them all impaired in no more than one region of the body ,we won't send you to Juvenile court, we swear." (which on further unnecessary speculation was reported to be exactly what they were trying to signal) and then one of them collapsed(the cause, after the forensics was reported as such: The intestine leapt through the stomach and strangled the brain in a superbly heroic display of self defense.).

The second paragraph went off relatively uneventfully and god got bored. "I want people to pray to me NOW!" he cried. "Oh, shut up you sissy!" called Satan. "But..." began god. "Just wreck his life some more"said Satan. In a moment of relative quietness god, recaliberated his interests and priorities and with an ingenious motion of the 2 little toes on his left foot caused another series of hilarious prank calls to happen and somehow mysteriously make me forget the rest of the song. As I stammered, the mob listened for a moment of stunned silence and took a deep breath and then the breathed out and listened for yet another almost exponentially more tensed moment than the first one of those. "Thank you" I managed, and they breathed out for the 7th time since they'd started breathing in during that stunning moment and then screamed and shouted and hooted and rejoiced and prayed and jumped up and down in glee and decided to lynch me cause the day's proceedings were visibly and obviously over, so they erected a cross on the school roof, picked me up on their shoulders and danced their way to the cross. During the rather comfortable several seconds i spent sitting on a senior's rather broad shoulder I heard a giggle and then It hit me 'Candles on the ceiling' I thought 'Candles on the bloody ceiling'.

I was rescued from this train of thought by a sudden thud, I bruised my shoulder, when I looked up I saw the mob was dead, all of it, I fainted. Later, forensics said that tha cause of the crowd's simultaneous deaths was along these lines: They were too excessively elated about something and forgot to breathe in. When I woke up in heaven I waited at the reception for a bit and then God called me in. "You killed me." I said. "Well, that was the Initial plan" he pointed at me accusingly(I honestly don't know why)"But Satan said that It would be more fun to just see you get mentally tortured by that astoundingly worthless no. of people in what you call a school"(At this point I thought of pointing out his grammatical error) but he dint wait "Also I wanted to see what a dislocated shoulder looks like, haven't given anybody one in ages. Is that a third degree?" and then I woke up again and felt a sharp sting.

The Evils of CBSE (PART 2)

Last time i ended...i said it was not over...and it really isn't, it never will be. CBSE has just too many flaws and i wont be able to fit em in an INFINITE pages...so there'll be a part 3 and a part 4 and so on...until the end of time or the end of me.

This post is just about that massively cruel CBSE move of MCQs (Multiple Choice Questions).
There was one good thing about it, it was a way to analyze the student's brain....every square mm of it. But from my previous post you must have gotten an understanding of how the board works. An understanding of their ability to take every good idea and effortlessly turn it into a flawless masterpiece of disaster.

So they took this brainstorm (of probably some 25 year old visionary who wanted to revolutionize the Indian education system) and implemented it in their way. The CBSE way. The Sucky way. The ed up way.Not only was it evil.....It was evil genius! It was a carefully planned diabolic effort of ruining the lives of their students.

They used their excellent sense of bizarre timing and put the final MCQ(20 marks) exams after the theory of all subjects(roundabout 420 marks) so that the students can get only a partial but not complete relaxation and are forced to take on 30 experiments in 1 day. They know that this relief that we students experience on the day the theory gets over, will rid us of the enthusiasm to study for the 20 mark paper...and we'll either not do it well or not do it at all.

However...their plan backfired last year when the kids did exceedingly well...so to rectify their error and to make sure the we people don't pass with flying colors, they changed the format! Not of the question paper(If they made it any tougher, someone would sue them)..they made the answer sheet sooo irritating, That a kid would shoot himself rather than colour a thousand little circles making sure that each one is dark enough to be accepted as an answer by a computer! They think its 'cool' to fail students...they think it makes them look like they care for the progress of the nation, but these undying efforts of theirs do nothing other than make them look like big elephantic Yokozunas!

Strangely enough...they havent made the MCQ system anymore weird or torturous yet...but rest assured, theyre scheming. And they wont stop, they wont tire and they wont get bored of terrorizing poor lil defenseless kids. So all thats left for us to do is to pray to god to knock some sense into their hollow skulls and hope that they will realize the fact that education is not just informing students about raw facts, but teaching them how to penalize these facts and exploit these to their advantage.

But well i guess CBSE is one of those things that takes a long time to change, like animal testing, or George Bush, or the economy.

P.S. Read the first para again (pretty please :-P )

Valentine's day

Happy valentines day to y'all.
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Ill tell you about the fascinating way in which i spent my valentine's day. I went out early in the morning, to tuition :-s , I came back gome and slept for a while, youtubed a bit and went thfought a bit of physics for my exams (which are still 3 weeks away and dont really matter, but its the CBSE BOARD EXAM!!! and everyone is frightened althought i dont know why) Then i did a lil bit of math and here i am to tell you about one of the most uninteresting days of my life........

Contemporary insults

Contemporary insuts are a waste. The insults we use these days are so monotonous and repititive that a good argument is no longer possible.

Now days insults are of 2 types:

1. Those which dont make sense: Telling someone that they're lame is like saying'You walk with a limp in one leg', how(HOW???)is that an insult??

2.Insults used by people tho think theyre cool: These include the words that im not supposed to use in my blog and a few others like like; nerd, loser, etc.

A modern argument would go like this:

'Thats my apple!'
'No! It's mine.'
'Youre lame'
'Screw you'
'Damn you'
'Dude, You SUCK!'
'Dum**s theif!!!!'
Then it heads onto more provocative insults and insults to the family members of either party...consequently followed by an amplified version of the entire conversation.

This kind of an argument is immature and uninteresting and the people listening soon lose interest and wander off looking for more fun things to do rather than listen to arguments that they know are going to end in physical expression of outrage.

A good verbal fight is not one which uses the big bad words(words condemned by society, abuses) but which uses the not so bad words in an intelligent way. A fight actually gets interesting when words that shouldnt be used as curses(like banana, Britney Spears, George Bush, etc.) are used as slangs along with type 1 insults or when type 2 insults are modified and used in a lol way.I wish i could give a few examples but sadly, I cant. However i promise that it works and encourage you to Try it ;D !

Random explanation

I havent been writing much lately. Im not bored of blogging and the enthusiasm hasnt died out. Its just that I havent been able to find the time. Ive had exams! and im still having them and ill keep having them until the end of March... so the initial frequency is gonna drop down big time!

You know of that excitment, fear and enthusiasm that you have during exams? Well... Ive written so many exams lately that Its all died out. Ive become fearless, bored and uninterested.

Exams, I personally think are useless, especially the ones conducted by CBSE. They simply encourage you to cram stuff up in your head for a day, spit it out the next day. I dont think we should have exams at all.

Did you know: Did you know that CBSE charges money to examine you? Yes! you have to pay them to get tested. WTF?

speling erors

Wel, Sory bout ol de speling erors in de previus posts. I'v allwaes had a problim wid speling. De mane reesun beeing that ther aar soooooooooooooooooooo meny waes too spel wurds in de Inglish languwaje and so meny similer sownding wurds dat i get cunfused!!

The evils of CBSE

For the Record CBSE stands for Central Board of Secondary Education and it truly SUCKS! Its the education board I study in.

The fact that it sucks doesnt mean that it leaves me illiterate but it means that it stresses on teaching me just about every thing I don't need to know. Things that are irrelevant, unimportant, ancient, unpleasant and not cool. Of course, once in a while they do teach something that is vital to man but the stuff that precedes it is the ultimate SHIT!
If they teach you about the modern peiodic table..theyll first tell you about three failures, theyll tell you how its not done and then get to the real thing. If you ask me i'd rather just do a detailed study on the modern one.

The ultimate problem is not that they teach the history of all the modern science and maths(because it can help you get an idea of what youre going to do and why). The worst thing is that they ask this history in exams!! Informing is one thing...Making you waste your precious time and energy doing things that have been long surpassed by modernity is definitely another.

Another disparity is rote. In the preface of every text book these words are present- 'we attempt to discourage rote' -Gimme an effing break. That is smashing the limit of guilt conscience. Its the same as a madman saying ' I'm not mad '. Even the maths they teach involves rote.They strive to tell you that 'it happens' rather than why it happens, and when you ask why it happens, they say 'It just happens'.They think that by doing it again and again we can get it over with. But we can get it over with the moment we start it if yuo tell us whay it happens!! Whats the end result? They produce mindless and idiotic memorizers who have lost(or rather, never developed) their capacity to understand and their desire to know whats outside that text book.

Then of course there is the board's ruthless, unorganized and unpredictable behaviour. They do everything possible to make the lives of the students miserable. They think that by making our lives miserable, they can make us better indivisuals. 'Well..BZZZZ....wake up! when in the history that you have been making us memorize have you heard of people who earn success from torture?' They try to create regulations for the betterment of the system but their timing is bizzarre,cruel and unfair.
Just last year, at the time my batch was beginning 10th grade and the previous batch was going to give their board exams, their externals, their so-called life deciding exams....the board conveniently decided to ruin it for them and announced officially that the questions that year in all papers were going to consist of 'HOTS'(High Order Thinking Skills questions).Not that anyone was scared at first but the hype they created would have been enought to blow your mind!! What happened next? A scuicide! 'Congrats CBSE... you murdered an adolecent. Woohoo!'

Before trying to teach, why dont you try to learn?

According to me, What CBSE imparts isnt education, Its the Art of Cramming

P.S. This isnt over!

The most dangerous drug

The most dangerous drug would be.....Procrastination. Its a drug because it gives short term pleasure but ultimately results in pain.

We have so many things to do that it is extremely easy to procrastinate. Its something we can do at any time and for any amount of time. we can procrastinate on anything(dunno if thats gramatically correct...but you get my point).We start doing something and end up getting carried away with something else.

We dont want to do whats difficult and so we procrastinate, finding ourselves time to locate an escape route from this hideous task that has been alloted to us. Its the easiest way out but the end results are disastrous. In most cases we conveniently forget about that task and end up doing it in the last minute, just before the deadline while saying' Crap! I should've finished this before'

Its something that is very tempting and easy and its human nature to give into temptations...so we do...and we taste the drug of procrastination. Of course we suffer the consequences of our first dose...but that doesnt stop us from tasting it again and again and again.
And we become addicted to it.

The reason why I have called it the most dangerous is that unlike alcohol, caffaine, nicotine, marijuana, coke and the like It doesnt put us in a state of semi consciousness or unconsciousness but keeps us completely conscious. The problem with that is- we are aware of the fact that we have some unfinished business and that haunts us as we sleep, as we play, as we read, even as we blog but still cant get to the job cause its too darn tough or uninteresting.

It doesnt harm our brain or heart but has a direct impact on our life, future and development.

No one has been able to discover a cure to this drug or its effects because its effects are permanant but the best solution any one could come up with is- 'Just Do It'.

The Worst Thing About Bloggong

Do you know what the worst thing about blogging is? The oone reason why sooooooooooooooo many people stop their blog after the first post??

Its the lack of things to write about. Even if you do have a hundred topics in your head.. the problem is that they are all of your intrest or the interest of your friends(who most probably wont be reading your blog). Those topics are not in the interest of the general blogging or blog reading public. And you then tend to think 'why write if no one's gonna read?'. That is what leads to the eventuallity of loss of interest in the blog and later complete stagnation.

Before writing about the worst thing about blogging(my second post[this post] ) I was thinking of what to write about. I started an article about the ill effects of the education system i study in and gave up the idea because i would first have to give a detailed report on what the system is and why I hate it and why its actually not that bad but why, despite that I stll hate it. So that the general blog-reading public could relate to it and i could feel a sense of not having wasted my time writing about something no one would care about.

Then i thought about writing of what the problem is with having siblings...and then decided there there wasnt one and abandoned that project too.

You see two topics I started and stopped writing about.I was thoroughly disheartened at the end of the ordeal and was about to give up my blog on the day i started it(LOL!) but with a determined effort I though about what to write on..and this topic seemed perfect, because I have, in 2 hours understood what the best and worst thing about a blog is:It provides an outlet for all thoughts and creativity but requires a certain amount of planning and understanding.
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P.S. I assure you that i will give a detailed criticism about the CBSE(my education board) later.

The First Dayyyy!

Well.... Ive wanted to do this for a long time but never got to it. I always thought I'd begin it later-after the exams, before i go for vacation, during vacation, - but then I thought that if I don't get to it now(That is 'if i don't start it at all') I'll never get down to it.

Many people start blogs and don't continue them, eventually forget about them and when their conscience(WTF is the spelling??) comes around haunting them about something they havent finished...they say 'I'll get bac to it' or ' We'll see' or truthfully stand up and with no regrets without any feeling or display of guilt or a sense of incompletness(is that a word?) say 'F**K IT !'

But i realised that if I don't start the blog in the first place...how am I gonna find out which one I am. :P