About A Boy

There is a boy in our class I truly admire. And, respect. I am immensely fond of him; and given the opportunity, I’d like to help him in any which way I can. Not that he needs it, of course. I haven’t had much opportunity to hang out with him, as they say; save for the odd conversation here and there, and a singular three hour movie I had the immense please of watching with him.

Why I like him? Quite complicated, actually. He is the sort of guy everybody likes. Everybody. He is easily one of the most earnest, and heartbreakingly sincere people I have ever come across. He goes all out for what he believes in, is not judgmental and manages to charm you with an innocence I haven’t spotted in a single man here. There is no guile in him;none, whatsoever. He is loud, jolly and everything that epitomizes his culture. At the same time, he knows where to shut up and when; and also speaks when he must. He has his weaknesses, or so he thinks; and he has no issues, whatsoever, in admitting to them. He is highly intelligent, and very smart. If he weren’t so nice, I’d have probably fallen head over heels for him.

I wish I had written a better post in honour of him. He’s so unassuming he will never realize I am talking about him; if he reads this blog at all, that is. What’s more, another classmate has already – and in better words - expressed his admiration for this venerable chap. He is a dude. In every sense of the world. This is one guy, I know for a fact, will go places.

And now I must go back to doing my projects.

Unpainted Walls.

It's 1: 50 a.m.

I have Blinky's notes sprawled in front of me, an empty packet of Lays that I have just devoured (I hang out too much with a guy who writes like this) and earphones on my head (alternatively, headphones over my ears). Heh.

I did not, ever, claim to have an interesting life.

I also took a nice picture of my flagged notes with my flagged M. P. Jain and my flagged Munshi all arranged together most pleasingly to the eye for Channel 33 yada yada. Then, I decided not to put it up.

Why Fi?

I counted ten people in the Sri Narayan Rao Melgiri Library today. Well, nine, actually; because you can pretty much count Make Up Maiden and her Escort as one entity. I wish I was taught to say more politically incorrect things. I'd have so much more to say on this subject,then.

We are all going to be come psychopaths and serial killers. Maybe, She’ll get killed then. Sigh.

I beseech you’ll to not roost in your rooms. Come out. Flutter. Socialize. To drive that bald headed irritating man in the library crazy, if for nothing else.

For we cannot tarry here,
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,
We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O Pioneers!

I'm too fucked up to upload the snap. Go away.