Enter like a Tornado, leave like a Tsunami.

That's what I used to say about my Econ teacher; enters like a tornado, and leaves like a tsunami. The econ teacher who pretty much picked on me every time anything in the world went wrong (or she just realized what a waste of space she was) So now I'd like to go shove up my much prided 96 on her face.
(*Does the IGot96InEconomicsBitchDance.)
#DrumRolls
Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The CBSE Board results be out, and good ole Nil's managed a 94%  HELLS YES.

So although I'm still considering if the marks on the mark sheet are mine or not, I'm pretty crazy happy and yeah well. Just pretty muchings crazy happy, is what I am!
Though the happiness was a littttul choked when the newspapers said the cut-offs were to rise this year
 (a-gain.), nevertheless, all that is for later. The point is, I'm slightly "Freddie Mercury Posed" yet again ...and I'm officially, offficially OUT of school. That's a stupid thing to say after the farewell happened in January and everything, yah. I know. But fact be fact, it never hit me. Nor has it now, actually. But somewhat of a closure came with the mark sheet.

And now, comes college. (*crazy lady scream in ze background.)
Running around for forms, getting twenty passport size photographs, filling forms with black gel pen, running back to submit them applications before the last date, entrance exams, last year cut offs (peeing in my pants), current year cut offs (peeing in my pants Part II), long lines before the admission counters (pretend to faint, works all the time), and yada yada bada bleh! ----> The little rat race has begun, folks! Carry some Gatorade in your bags dear applicants, cause June and long college admission lines don't go together. At all.

So obviously having said that, you must also know that the process has merely begun and I'm already tired of the...well, hard work. (HONESTLY NOW, Education wasn't supposed to be sucha pricey luxury okay. KIDS ARE SUPPOSED TO GET INTO COLLEGE. COLLEGES ARE SUPPOSED TO TAKE KIDS. SIMPLE.)
Yes, ignoring my sudden moment of absolute hyperventilation, the point is that I'm going to be running around like a roadrunner with a purple face all around the place just so as to ensure myself a little more education, which is obviously not the priorities of most colleges anymore because all they do is cut kids for not getting a .25 or .09% more. (REALLY PEOPLE, HEAR YOUR SELVES WILL YAH?) :O

So yes, I'm utterly jobless (well, I should be preparing for an entrance but oh well, pointless shenanigans are just so much better. You feel me brodah/sistah?) and in this enlightening process of being jobless I'm going to try and figure out a college which might be having a good day and decides to take good kids from the general quota.

And now, I shall go watch a movie as it's 3:15am and that's just what normal people do at this hour. MIB III in 3D tomorrow. YAYAYAAYAYAYAYAY.
OkBye.

-Nil. :D


P.s- A big THANK YOU to Anjali for the Versatile Blog Award! So much niceness you are! =)

FullPower.

Greetings from a happy child, ladies and gentlemen!
It's precisely 3:59 am and might I add, I'm sleep deprived and absoluuuutely content. Read on (*nudges.)

Fact: The end of Boards, 2012.


So thus, this is to basically inform (shout and tear my lungs out, basically) you lovable peepol that the brutal drill of Boards are finally, finally over. You probably want to rip my head out and munch on it with coke for the Fiction overload and the mind numbing rants on the same sulk stories but... Pass it, bro. Happy days are here again. =P


April the 16th has been a legendary day, for reasons beyond academic priorities. I'm not much of a play by play person, so reciting every grain of a wonderful day at multiple levels will perhaps have to wait. Nevertheless, lets just say, April the 16th has been a pricey date for good reasons. =)

In other news, the culmination of Boards as a hard fact hasn't quite hit me just yet. I keep forgetting and gasp every time at the time, while try and calculate how many chapters might have to pull for the night.
And then this slyyyy grin makes its way through and the 32 all out are in action =D
(And I swear, Mojo Jojo's laugh hasn't been this loud in my head, ever. Ever. And then there's some of Mandark's too, occasionally.)

So this is a quick post telling you people that I have literally nothing to do for a while (except identify with the song 'These are a few of my favorite things'. Nyahaha)  and there's this mental scene of Bhangra going on in my head, all the time. =)
Oh and also, I'm off to the mountains. So I shall read books in the middle of apple farms and go diving without knowing the first letter of swimming. If I die, nobody gets my Tazo collection. They be buried with me. And now I'm just blabbering. (Oh, forgive me but I just happened to slog my 'ttub' spelled backward off the past few months and you'll just have to deal with every dime of blabber. Okay, no you don't but whatever. Please? )

And, just by the way... So I was just going to put this out there :

BOARDS OVER. BITCHES GO CRAZY, SAYS SHELDON (AND I). 
(*Family members reading this blog will kindly ignore the overemotional usage of vocabulary.)

And now I shall go pack my bag with shorts and tee shirts along with flip flops.

(how long have I waited to type just everything in this post.)

Love and everything with a lot of free time,
-Nil. (Imagine the Scooby Doo smile okay? There!) :D

MACARONI RASCALS.

Yes, there's a TV series called Macaroni Rascals in Japan, and I've been ROFLing on it since about a week, now. Don't bother Youtubing it though, it sucks and it'll ruin the cool side of the name.
 Playing now, Traffic In The Sky.
 Anyhoo, still 3 more weeks to go for Boards to end. Had I been in my normal senses, the last line would have been in bold letters followed by a lot of colorful beeps, but the past month has left me CBSE saturated and it is safe to now say that I do not give a flying tush no more. I'm so bored and a miasma of Pissed Off won't leave me alone. Thus, I don't even feel like figuring whatever might I want to do once they're finally over. Turns out, Science kids are luckier. (Yes, I just said that. Sue me.)

So March was supposed to be the month that all Boards kids perpetually PMS in and cradle themselves to sleep at 5 in the morning after ten straight hours of caffeine abuse. Yeah, not so much. As horrible as it was supposed to be, March was quicker than I thought- I have to give it that. Abusing it every day might have accelerated the process, but March has had quite a few random breather visits over at Vanta and Guina's den. Guina's sister turned out to be the best baker in the world (Maxims can go suck it.)
Grand plans of Kerala were finally decided on, and thus we make our way to Rem's ancestral house in May =)

Playing now, Good People.
In other news, SILVER RATES ARE KILLING ME. The silver shop makes me stand outside and stare in wishfully like a sad child and it's pathetic. My birthday's tomorrow, buy me a ring, why don't you? Anyone? Eh? :(
Quit staring, oh pfffft.

A good number of drafts are piling up in ze dashboard, again. You would have probably stopped reading my blog had I updated with another heavy fiction post, so I spared you the horror. I'm so considerate and nice, it's not even funny. (Now refer to my question above. My birthday's tomorrow, really.)

Playing now, Rodeo Clowns.
Enough said, I have nothing more to say. (back track: Hallelujah.)
I've got to go now, I'm invited to this super oozum pool party tonight with electronic music. Thus, I go get ready now.

Lol JK, I'm going to go huddle in a corner and study facts that ain't getting no close to helping me with life skills, whatsoever. And stand up ovations for you lot, to have read through this bizarrely pointless post.
I would tell you how much I love you guys, but I sound like the nasal queen right now. (the whole concept of getting a cold when summer kicks in beats me.)

Guinz et I. Obviously we would have been happier boys.

 Okbyethanksforreadingyouguysi'llgonow.
-Nil.

P.s- Bleh. Next two posts shall be fiction. Don't tell me I didn't warn you, okay. I'm so nice, innit? Refer to my question again, it's my birthday tomorrow. OkThanksBye.

LOVE that makes me LOL.

This is going to be one hell of an abrupt post and I tried delaying it being typed for as long as I could. But there's a particular thought that's been skirting around my mind for about a year now, and lately it's been rather persistent.

I'm not in a relationship. I'm happily single and have been a little too edgy about space issues since a while. So consider this an innocent question from a curious mind, and nothing else.

The world is full of people who are in relationships/commitments. Most of them claim to be in love and seem to quite enjoy everything there is to the mush, the concerns, the fights, their differences and similarities. Which is all fantastic, works and looks absolutely purrrfact to me.

But THEN, enter the specie of (*most of the) relationships I've been coming across ever since my head figured being unbiased. 

No giving/taking space.  (I can almost hear Sheldon go; "THE HORROR")

Most of the relationships I've been seeing around are of people my age, I admit. Thus such acts of immaturity are only natural, and one is expected to mature out of them as one grows up, right? But that doesn't help when I realize that I've also seen people much elder to me be in relationships and I hate to say this, they seemed pretty much the same :|  (Mental retardation, ladies and gentlemen?)

So here's my (sightseeing) experience after closely observing a few species of awesome relationships turned into absolute bird poop ones : 

So they are in/claim to love a person and all that. That's kick ass. They have their initial honeymoon period of 6 months-ish where everything she/he says makes the other flutter around like a (pink) bird (caaam on, a butterfly would make anybody cringe. Birds are chill.), they are more concerned about each other's health than their own doctor who they haven't bothered seeing since dinosaurs existed, they want to spend (almost) all their time together, they are both at their best behavior and compliment each other like they've been paid to do so, go out for dates complimented by gifts that become the proof of their eternal and perennially flowing lowe, and basically they become a big fat part of each other's existence (the kind of 'fat' SUMO wrestlers are. With their big butts that stick out and thus are humanly impossible to ignore.)

But THEN, the honeymoon period ends. They slowly unravel the careless sides of themselves, the arguments get harder to forget, insecurity/possessiveness nudges them in the ribs (each blow getting harder by the day, mind you), suddenly a habit that was cute turns into a mild irritant and then to downright annoying, and for the three cherries on the cake- all his/her faults and cracks that were (apparently) accepted by him/her with open arms need to now change, they take each other for granted like peanut butter and jelly, AND their separate spaces becomes the same. And with those ladies and gentlemen, sticks out the middle finger at your idea of your puurrrfaact boyfriend/girlfriend. In your face, lowerboy/lowergirl.

Now I wouldn't want to get into what happens further cause that just becomes ugly (you do not want to know. Rather I wouldn't want to remember, since I hope to be in a relationship and "find love" at some point of time.) 

So here's what. All I see now with certain couples who I thought were god sent :--

I see them criticizing each other (bickering like old couples who don't get any), avoiding fights because they're not bothered enough anymore (which sucks, by the way. Fighting like cats and dogs is beyond awesome. However when you decide to lay low and let the wind blow, you should know your relationship is going downhill and is worse off than a break failed car) , I see them talking to each other like they have dog collars of each other's names on them, I see them deciding what to/not to wear according to the other person (and they don't enjoy doing so,beeteedubs), I see them hanging/ not hanging out with people because of their better halves (which slowwwly kick starts the quota of regrets), I see them shrinking everything that they were and their potentials into a tiny little world inside themselves which revolves around the other person. 

They choose have to talk/ text/ meet the other person instead of sitting out in the sun and reading alone, or catching up with their friends who seem like strangers now, or listening to that one favorite playlist that used to be on loop once upon a time. 

They stop doing their own thing, you know? There is no "Me time" or a time when they don't have their stupid blinking phone around just to make sure they don't miss his/her call/text cause that would lead to a hundred questions later.

And thus my head screams at such exemplary lovebugs:
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? (apart from you turning into a blithering idiot.)

Whatever happened to your ideas, your choice of clothes/people/food/shows/hobbies? 

Why do his/her opinions matter so much? Rather, why do only his/ her opinions matter so much that yours learnt to take a pass? 

You're obviously taking the "two bodies one person" scene literally. 

If you don't even stand for what you were so perfectly for so many years of your life before this bugger came along, how is a relationship a thrill then? 

And also, this is definitely not love, bro. 

So that's that. I don't even see the point of this post, but the conclusion is that I'm really, really confused (and bored). Lately I've been seeing so many people act the exact way I described above that it's creeping the daylights out of me. Certain friends who were such vibrant individuals before act like teenage husbands and wives. 

Don't people need space anymore? Rather, have people forgotten to ask the other person to back off after a point and let them breathe in their own territory? Is 'compromising' the new synonym for forgetting yourself altogether and living somebody else's time table? 

But of course, I've also seen a bunch of couples who're pro at being magic together. Some of them being on blogger itself ;)  I've seen certain people who honestly make all the compromises, fights and stuff so worth it and pretty much improve themselves for the better, not transform themselves. I've seen certain couples who make me envy their level of compatibility, their ageless romance and perpetual spontaneous spunk that never dies!

But sadly enough, I haven't seen enough of them. Mostly all I see is the horror I've pointlessly ranted on about. Perhaps I wouldn't have even written about it had a particular incident precisely 36 hours back not triggered it.

So that brings me back to the same question (I've honestly forgotten, but I'll ask one anyway),

what the hell is going on with such people, boss? And is all what I wrote about really a part of a normal relationship or are we talking about wannabe ships which never really set sail and imagine themselves to be the on-shore Titanic? (#RealityCheck) Most importantly, WHERE is the love? :O

And I have no idea just why would I even bother with typing so much on something so pointless at this point of time. (I'm obviously highly jobless)  Blame it on the Boards. :/

Bleh. I'm going to go get ice cream.
Dear world, go fight/make love/kill each other/win the Nobel prize.

I'm going to go get ice cream ^_^

-Random,much (you know you luuurrvve meh.)

Nil. =)

green sandals and sharpened pencils.

There's such a 'feeeeeeeeeeeeeel' to writing with a long slender new pencil on crisp ruled paper, right? Back in 5th grade we were in such a hurry to get started with writing with pens, whatte thrill it was! ink! How I miss the scratchy noise of pencils on paper now in a classroom.
Ideally, this post should have been fiction. But you see that doesn't happen when I have a week to go for my second terms, complimented with perpetual mind farts of anxiety and immodest hours of economics and political science followed by space outs of staring at my pair of green sandals and hoping to find the answer to everything in the universe, there.

Random photo clicked yesterday. I like :)

Last night was a breather,though. I went for a birthday dinner to a friend's. And since it was her 18th, we guys decided to go off the record and wear sarees. So that was quite an incentive to study my rear off the whole day just so I could gulp down some cake without guilt trips. Other than that, it was fun. I worked harder than the host, so I guess that gave me brownie points to the 'feel good' factor which are rarely encountered when you reach the month of November while the boards wait with sadistic patience sitting with fat answer sheets in March. Do you see? I've become obsessive about the whole scene. I can't have a conversation without the B word in it.
Must.stop.now.

Apart from that, I've been upto randomness. There's a series of Bokeh effects I'd tried a while back, and I always wanted to put it up on my blog. I just never got the chance to. (Read: I was lazy to uplaod them on the computer.) So since I have nothing spicy going on for now, and YET I had to come here to my safe haven and speak bull crap, I'll spare you darrrrrrling readers any further BS and award you lot with pretty bokeh photos for being too much of awesome listeners. Not to mention I FINALLY RESPONDED TO ALL YOUR EMAILS SO YOU GUYS CAN GO DO THE BHANGRA and refrain from responding with abuses : )

There you go. And while you guys check them out,click and listen to this (goes puurrrfactly.)- Pretty Lights Finally Moving.

Okay peeeppuulllzz. I should go now. My half and hour break just turned into an extended holiday. So adios, and I promise some fiction from ze next posters for you lot. (Obviously, since I'll be dwelling on ways to get through the next month without letting the suicidal part of 12th grade get the better of me.)
Laaaats of love,
Nil :)

Boards.

Tomorrow, I sit for the all India, CBSE class Xth Board examination.
Sounds big, by the way I say it right? Seems big,too. I'm nervous. When I go through last year's Board paper,I'm like "WTF!? No wait..this is..haan,this is easy, BUT.." . Where as,that same paper, a week back gave me a reaction that was "Wtf! I'm topping!".

So. Today morning,I get up. Late. At around 11. A friend's missed call,I call back.
"Whatsup? you called?"
"Yeah,had to ask you something about consumer rights man.."
"Yeap,spill?"
"Naah,I'm good. I'm done"
"Awesome. Later,then"
"Are you done?"
"Yeah"
"Like,with everything?"
"Yeah..I guess." [Slowly uncomfortable]
"Did you do sample papers from Ulike???"
"Have I ever done sample papers for Sst man?"
"Uh,okay?"
"Why? What's so great? Was there anything important?" [Disguised panic]
"Yeah,I mean...."
"Whatever,I didn't do them. I'm fine."
"Uh..oh..kayy..."

I hang up.
That 15 lined conversation was all it took to screw me  up. In and out.
I opened my book. Do I remember anything?  Vaguely.
Where was the iron and steel plant that sounded like an actor?
Salem.
And....What stuff would I like to rub on Shiv Senanian's faces?
Lignite.
Hmmmm.... What was land reclamation?
Reclaiming of marshy,waste land..for cultivation, settlements, and other purposes.. I'd like to cuddle up and die in that marshy land,be invisible till 31st March.


Deep breathing. Mom enters. Sees my face. Brother enters, sits next to me and goes:
"You do realize you look like you'v been punched while shitting?"
I nod.

We both crack into mad laughter.

Yeap. I'm going to be fine. Like a very dear one said:
" Few years down the line,when you sit in that seat as an economist and sign books, nobody's going to give a flying #$@* about a 90% or a 40% in your boards.. It's not the end of it. Just believe in yourself,and keep climbing those stairs like a stubborn kid who refuses to let go!"


To allll of you guys,who texted/called/mailed-- Thankyou. 
You guys have truly made my day blissful-I know you care. And I love you guys for it.
Ramit and Sulagana: I love you both. Thankyou! You two have encouraged me like my guardians! Mwah!
And to all of you blogger sweethearts, thanks for your wishes :)

And to my fellow Boarders, All the best!
Lets kick some asses! B-]