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1>The author bears no resposibility for any objectionable content(i dont see anything objectionable in there!!) in the article. If u find anything objectionable, kindly close ur eyes while reading it (lets see how u do it!!!)
2>Reading of this article requires patience. Read it if u have it.

How the heart can change? How ur feelings can change? How u can change? Now, before u get down to some of those baba ramkrishna talk, please take the dirtiest, filthiest, rubbish(iest) thing in view in ur hands (I wonder if that thing happens to b a hammer!!), close ur eyes(u will need to!), and like a devout jehadi(i.e. without applying any common sense) bang ur head thrice(in somecases, only twice) with that thing. Then, u r ready to further read the article. Now, after all that shit, lets come down to the point.

A few weeks back,when I commented that I hated pizzas so much that when I saw one I started getting nighmarish visions of rags, started to have convulsions more violent and dangerous than those that I get during chemistry classes,and yes people, believe it or not, I was WRONG. Now, u must b wondering how a hardcore pizza-jehadi turned into a pizza-worshiper. It’s a long story. U need some time to listen to it properly.Here it goes but before that grab some popcorn and start munching(at least pretend to do so!!!!!)

It was a long and lonely night. I was a warrior, defeated and bruised, torn apart by that invincible,horrible, terrible enemy called organic chemistry in the school. Red drops of frustation lined my eyebrows. I felt like dying(not really!!). And then I had an idea. Why should I b defeated by such a f**k**g enemy as chemistry. Why not take on a bigger enemy and declare my supremacy. And it took approximately 0.004576 nanoseconds to realize my new foe. It had to b that repellant #$%#$ called PIZZA. I decided to face it eye to eye my soul fuelled by that invincible desire. All ready and dressed up , I marched towards PIZZA HUT. In 5 minutes, I was standing at its gate all ready to take the enemy by horns and squash it to the ground. It was all “aaj to tu gaya….teri to… ek jhapad lagaoonga….” All Tushar Dutt style.I entered the enemy’s territory. It was a different realm which deserves a new paragraph.

The first thing(or rather “things”) my eyes noticed (they r pretty trained at that) were…uhhhnn.......u can guess it…..cmon……obviously, girls, yaar!!! Forget that god-damn revenge and my so called dreaded enemy called pizza. It was all ------(u know what!!). Look anywhere, and ur sight fell upon a gem(jyot!! U need to check this out). Gems here, gems there, gems up, gems down,gems left, gems down. I decided to take a corner seat(sitting in the middle would have been very painful. Rotating ur neck by 360 degrees all thru the time is not an easy task, I tell u.). The entire landscape visible to my eyes. Then, in the landscape come that rock i.e. the waiter. He quickly burbled ”goo mornin ser watt wud u lik to tak”. Clearly, he had rotted it as we do in exams. “gimme a non-veg piza with anything” I said with my eyes still on the landscape. But this stone was heavy. He didn’t move. He said”heer is da manu. Plaz salact ur choise”. That damn … I don’t wanna get into the details(and by the way, there were all waiters there.No waitresses). I quickly ordered anything…presumably… a non-veg pan pizza with coke and ice-cream. And got back to the real buziness. But I realized that I was not as much curious now. Ur eyes r blinded only in the beginning.After that. They adjust. Then I took a look at other things. It was a really nice and cozy place. Waiters running faster than gargantuan spiders, people shouting like waterfalls, almost half of the ppl deriving pleasure drom seeing the cheese layer over their pizzas stretch rather than eating them. I concluded that it was a cool environment. Till the pizza came, I enjoyed the “landscape” further more.

Then came my dreaded enemy , the Pizza. My immediate rxn was Yuck!!!!. But then I controlled my highly volatile emotions. Took a piece and placed it in front of my mouth (my soul screaming at the pizza “aaja beta…aaj teri khabar leta huun…aaja”). But as soon as it went inside ,I was changed. No more hating pizzas, no more wasting my mental energy calling it $%^&$%#. I realized that this pizza was GOOD real Good. The base was like a crunchy ……(I don’t know what), the chicken pieces mesmerizing, my heart paying homage to that brave chicken,the cheese more stretchable than rags’ ego. It was a divine experience. Really divine. Now, u must b wondering how mucha person can change, arent you??Let me tell u something. Search for a guy who loves chemistry(that will take u a decade at least) and get him to attend a chemistry class in our school and u will realize how much a person can possibly change. Anyways, I enjoyed that pizza and coke and sundae more than I had enjoyed watching those “gems”. It was getting late. I decided to leave absoultely satisfied.

In the end , I paid the bill. I was given a piece of paper on which certain questions were written. For e.g. how did u like our service? How was our food? Etc… There was one more question –“How do u think we can improve ourselves?”. I wrote down :

”Its quite cold in here. Why not get a few waitresses???”

Comment or else u r same as that waiter at Pizza Hut

God has blessed my hair with an overwhelming sense of growth. They see potential in every inch of skin with certain pores to pout into. Not only that, it’s not only growth, its reproduction too. Everyday (or the days when I manage my hair), half of the growth sheds off like leaves from a tree in autumn (severe?).
I wonder where these traits came from. Is it because my father and his, his father and my great-great grandfather and his, have all had abundance in this segment of the body?
Have the genes of the male line of our family been altered to facilitate such hair growth and make us all hounded bears?
And the worst part is, I cannot cut my hair. Why so?
My mother says, “You have been born into a Sikh family. You must respect tradition.”
“Then why, may I ask, have you cut your hair?”
“I spent my days in my parent’s house in the fashion they wanted me to be in. I have outgrown that phase and now have the right to live this way.”
After many heated discussions, she agrees upon a work – to - win condition.
“Clear the IIT – JEE exam and get your hair cut. Anything before that-turn around, bend, I’ll kick your behind and get out of my house”
And here, all matters end.
Is keeping hair, such a bad idea? After all, we are a secular country. Why should one not be what he is?
Not that I have faced any discrimination or anything (except for 2-3 cases. One at the swimming pool, another at Mc Donald’s and even sometimes while just walking on the road)
But I have seen people so orthodox about this whole matter, that I am repelled by the whole package.
To those who are orthodox, I would deliberately go up to, in an ‘unacceptable manner’, and fight for what I believe,
There is an old Sardar uncle on the very next road, who stares up at me like anything when I go in front of him, with my hair untied. And this I do, most willingly, deliberately and HAPPILY.
Many know already, that I love to roam around the entire city, with my hair untied, enjoying people looking at me once, then turning their necks again, noticing my beard (again, a neck-turn), and noticing me in the whole.

Where does it begin from, and where does it end?
Phew!!!

Those who read and don’t post a comment S**K.

Yo people!!! after an extensive poll which lasted for almost a month, We have our exlusive winner(no surprises there!!). The question was: Who deserves a really good banging
and the results are~
A) Vinayak Chunni(for his sporting behaviour)- 24%
B) Subash Tomar(for reasons we all know)-2%
C) Ragini Kaul(for never leaving the school gym for students)-69%
D) Aruna Ummat(for making us sit in front of her room)-2%
E) I here by declare that i am a peaceul guy\gal\middlesex and banging is a big noooooo!!!-2%

As u can very well see, we had a clear cut winner in rags(thats her nickname). surprising that B and D got so less votes. Someone even voted for E. disgusting!!Vinayak Chunni was one of the favs to win. but anyways, better luck next time chunni!!!

Also, as u can see on the left hand side, there is a new poll. The question is very difficult(controversial actually!!). Every option is a better answer than the other. Its going to b really interesting to see who wins. Anyways, keep voting!!!!!!!!!

I,SAKSHAM LEEKHA, am writtin dis 2 show dat flurting and being jealous of AB*****(read rohil’s article;though i doubt if its dere coz he just had a stupid fight wid jyot) are not the only things I know.....Thank u Matrix 4 writing 'my name' in ur text......I am obliged....n thank u matrix 4 dat wonderful text on DCH.........n thank u matrix 4 dat chocolate on 'saksham's chocolates day'......n thank u matrix 4 being such a nice friend.....(see i ve written ur name thrice..so all debts end)N after reading those Abhinav articles...I wonder if Abhi can write , than a jerk like Divesh can win a Nobel Prize.....So I ve decided to write this…..forgive me if its too boring. and yes you are free to delete this(though u would break my heart)
I think DCH is one of the greatest movies we’ve had in India..... Yes Kal Ho Na Ho is equally good...so this is about KHNH
Things we can learn from KHNH(if not learn atleast relate ourselves with)
There’s an angel in every being on this earth, its just that it takes full form once u see ur Preity Zinta.....
Never go on a blind date(although my experience contradicts dis)....u may end up with Kanupriya Arora(still waiting for her Prince Charming....Now thats what i call PATIENCE)
Bug up Sanchit,even Laila found her dog, you are a little better.......so dont worry man
(Did you people notice SANCHIT has changed his HAIRSTYLE......bande mein ATTITUDE aagaya hai)
Even if you are the best of friends dont hug each other too frequently(like me n utsav sumtines do) n never share a bed(ab tak we havent done dat) .....dont let your truest friendship be misunderstood....
Beware of Nimish n sidharth......they do act KANTABHEN pretty frequently.....but if you are actually a gay call DR. OOOHHHNATH KARKARKAR(sex and vd) 9869696969 you may find help dere...
Spend days n NIGHTS with SHE-WANTS-UR-MONEY girls...but don’t let her impress your parents.....
"Mera pehla aur akhiri pyaar Lajjoji" guys n gals LOVE mein caste no bar, ,aukad no bar, and AGE no bar........so its not impossible to see ABHINAV n UMMAT roaming about in school hand-in-hand...
i personally feel these two beat Pallav N Sonakshi........

*To be continued........

Posted by-SAKSHAM

i jst thought of posting something serious. so here are some lessons worth learning from D.C.H. ok guys D.C.H. by now might be quite cliched but i love it still.

Things we can learn fromDil Chahta Hai.......

*Freaking out and enjoying life doesn't need drugs or cigarettes or any other wrong actions.
*There are relationships apart from bf/gf, marriage,siblings,friendship that canbe very emotional and true. which is beyond the understanding of many people.
*And yeah even though u may be the best of friends there is always a limit which should never be crossed. Then it starts hurting...........
*Improving ur imperfections after you realize it, always take some time.
*You always don't need to show or prove your gf/bf how much u love or care about her/him, which can sound very boring and finally u r dumped.
*Never be ashamed to go back to your old friends, friends are there to understand your mistakes.
*Do not be afraid of others, always think that others r afraid of you.(Australian Beggar )
*Whenever you need your friend , remember that he is just a phone call away...distances can't separate friends
*In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
*It's the friends you can call up at 4 A. M. for that matter.
*The only unchangeable certainty is that nothing is certain or unchangeable.
*The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with - never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.
That's my version of DCH for u (must be bored to death by now.)

Who doesn’t know of our Maths teacher’s flair for extraordinarily uncommon and sophisticated language! However hard I might try to refrain myself from getting distracted by the occasional insertion of exotic words in her language, I invariably stray from relations and functions into a delirium induced from it. And, also she sort of likes to take the path less trodden in framing her sentences. Take a look and you’ll know on your own.

Normal Human Being (NHB): If 'x' equals 'a' plus 'b'…
Our Maths Teacher (OMT): In the highly probable event of there being a variable, which for those lost in their sleepy bliss, is generally taken to be 'x', which happens to be the algebraic sum of two more variables (of the same kind as 'x') which here are being represented by the first and the second letters of the English alphabet which again happen to be 'a' and 'b'… (phew!)

NHB: Stop talking!
OMT: Have you been programmed to start off as soon as I enter the classroom and go on blabbering till the end of it, irrespective of the shouting of the woman who’s standing here and screaming her lungs out? Absolutely incorrigible. (and half the class thinks she’s mispronouncing encouragable.)

NHB: I’ll send you outside the class!
OMT: Child, don’t consider yourself too lucky that you’ve not been sent outside the class yet; I want you to know that it is me who is being considerably considerate in not having compelled myself to send you out yet. Believe me, as long as my legs can support my weight throughout the class, you are under constant danger.

I think ‘that’s about it’. Well, if you can think of any more, do type them out and submit them. (Guys, forgive the exaggeration, it’s all in good spirit.)

Lets talk something spicy(spicy a.k.a school).I have dozens of wonderfulllll( its not ironic) friends at school which in random order are ....its a long list( for more details refer to my class teacher Suman ma'am for the class list). Let me explain some of them.
1> JYOT -(from whom i got inspired to blog. actually, he has not published anything on his blog since mallika sherawat was a decent woman. thats ages ago). Jyot.....hmmm....let me think. Should i decribe him as a rather shy guy who ironically has been after someone since class 7th. i wont tell who) or as someone whose looks are pretty deceiving i.e. he seems to be a member of one of those van diesel street gangs( big,tall, dominant persona) but when u talk to him he is as harmless as saurav ganguly while batting. Perhaps the last time he hurt anyone was a mosquito who was sitting on his nose. he just sneezed and the mosquito got scared emotionally and flew away crying. it hadnt expected this from him). So now u know how peaceful he is. Anyways, seriously , he is one nice guy.He never reacts or shouts , keeps eating during chemistry and physics period, downloads 1 GB everyday from net and all that).So thats him, as i said, the Mahatma Gandhi of our class.his blog is :legolasheir.blogspot.com

2>Abhi-(ABHINAV GOEL)- he is the shakespeare of our class. Pronounce one word wrong in front of him and u r in real trouble. Actually, i do pronounce many words wrong in front of him intentionally to irritate him. Well, he is the cutie pie of our teachers. Teachers always saying -"ohh, he is so well behaved, he is so good and nice" and all that blah blah( maybe beacuse of his spectacles who make him look like gandhi). also, he was the ONE, the King , the emperor of our class till class 10.Now, let me tell somethings i know about him. He wants to run away to some foreign country as soon as possible, finds priyanka chopra very sexy and hot and alluring in "right here right now" video, hates English music(ironic as he himself is like shakespeare), is a miser , doesnt spend a paisa, is very particular about completing his practicals and notes and all that. He is also the cutie pie of all the earlier A section girls. What a scene it used 2 b with abhinav at the centre and all the girls around him chattering and chattering and chattering through out. It did make many people very jealous like S------ and T----.So he has enjoyed his life a lot , more than anyone else. also, he has gone to USA due to his poetry. it is pretty good. So thats him, Abhiiiiiiiiiiiiinav Goelllllllllll.
HEY, I HAVE BEEN TYPING SINCE LAST ONE HOUR and will write about others very soon.

ARAGORN

Great news people, (although not news any more), Pizza Hut is now in Sector 5, Dwarka, and that too just a stone's throw away from my place! You can't imagine how anxiously I have waited for this to happen, because I've not had a proper pizza in the past four and a half years! Domino's provides no solace, it's pizza is as bad as having it made by your bai! And you bet I am happy, considering I'm taking the pains to use so many 'z's in my post, which is quite difficult because the letter z doesn't work on my keyboard.

Nevertheless, not being able to control my anxiety any further, I went to Pizza Hut with my family last Monday. And what an experience it was! It seems like you've entered an entirely different world, what with delicious pizzas plastered on the walls, and bell-peppers and tomatoes engraved on the interiors! I felt my tummy pounding like hell to ingest all of it in one go. Yet, I had to control myself till I was easily seated on the fresh furniture. I gazed at the menu card, brought by an enthusiastic Mr Manmohan who said, "I'll be waiting at your table tonight, so please tell me what you want." I was staring at the sumptuous-looking steaming pizzas unable to decide which ones to settle for. So my sister did the ordering and we relished the meal for two and a medium sized pizza. But the best part of the entire visit, was the dance that all the waiters performed for I dunno who. Suddenly out of the blue, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW began to sound, and thanks to Rohil's revelation, everyone knows how I like that song. And all the waiters from every nook and cranny of the restaurant left all their jobs and started dancing! Most of them were bad at it, but they all did it and it was so much fun! I wished I was amongst them.

We had ice-cream topped with chocolate for dessert after having a spicy Freshizza (it's good btw). But anyway, it cheered me up even more when Manmohan ji brought us the bill. We had eaten to our heart's (heart's kya, tummy, liver, intestine, everything's) content and it cost us just three hundred. But even more delightful was the cute little smiley on the bill that said, "We enjoyed waiting on you!" I think India's hospitality industry (particularly Air India) needs some of this kind of training.

I really hope some of you take me for a treat there again! Anybody want a practical file?

hey everyone,
instead of making efforts to make this blog a really nice place to visit and without any reason angering foaly, i have decided to leave this bloggy thing for a while. now, before anyone starts to pin-point like"look, he is showing so much of damn attitude!!!", let me clarify that this blog will be better without me and my so called crap actions. consequently , i have deleted all my posts and all those "special features".foaly, we will b great friends as usual in real life and school, but i dont want to hurt ur sentiments over what other people think abt ur actions(u know what i mean!!).so,bye, i might b back sometime in the future maybe after the final exams.

Keep the blog rocking!!!!!!!!!
bye
-aragorn

Guess who we're talking about!

Who's this woman with attitude up her sleeve?
No single person does she spare or leave.
Must be rags, must be rags, must be rags…

Who's this woman with anger on her nose?
Mess with her and you get a nice dose.
Must be rags, must be rags, must be rags…

Who's this woman with a made-up accent?
She reeks of danger like it's her fave scent.
Must be rags, must be rags, must be rags…

Who's this woman obsessed with the gym?
Wonder what's next, is she going to swim?
Must be rags, must be rags, must be rags...

Who's this woman with a snob for a daughter?
Every second person she's ready to slaughter!
Must be rags, must be rags, must be rags...

Thanx a lot for ur wonderful comments as they are quite encouraging for me. So i decided that i post it in marauders also. and any corrective suggestions are most welcome.

Here is another one. This one I wrote for Preeja.
To be or not to be…
That is the question.
To give the test or not to give,
To prepare one or to read out a speech,
To stand there with confidence or just to squeak,
That is the question.

To be or not to be …
That is the question.
To attend the class or to bunk it,
To swim across the concepts or to sink fathoms deep,
To take the notes or just to sleep,
That is the question.

To be or not to be …
That is the question.
To buy N.C.E.R.T. books or not to buy,
To give the Monday Test or provide a fake,
To waste time or to utilize even the break,
That is the question.

To be or not to be …
That is the question.
To pen down something or to copy,
To make the chits or not to make,
To give the test just for namesake,
That is the question.
To be or not to be …
That is the question.

This post is already present on www.legolasheir.blogspot.com, but you lazy prats wouldn't open another blog. It almost burns 0.01 calorie to click a mouse button or type 16 letters. But then I would want to know what you people think about what is writen subsequently, so here it goes:

What happened to thousands of Sikhs in the wake of Indira Gandhi’s assassination in 1984, sits uneasy on our national conscience. Even so many years after that bloodbath we have not looked it in the eye, politically, socially or culturally

What I bring about here does not attempt to ‘brutally’ depict the brutal killings. Nor is it a passionate encounter of mine with the situation.
Twenty one years ago, for three days, armed mobs had a free run - killing Sikh men, destroying their properties, molesting their women and assaulting their children.
It was the biggest massacre faced by independent India. When one section of the community was trying to survive the terror, the other section of the community seemed to be reliving the trauma of Partition.
In the days following the assassination of Indira Gandhi, mobs of Hindus angry at the assassination of Gandhi by her two Sikh bodyguards killed over two thousand Sikh men, women, and children and burned and looted hundreds of Sikh homes, businesses, and places of worship. The largest amount of innocent deaths occurred in the capital itself.
There is a large amount of evidence that clearly suggests that the riots were already planned and that not only did government leaders plan and supply the mobs, but also led them and actively participated in the looting, burning, and killing.



THE FACTS



It is said that there are always three sides to story - yours, the opposition’s and the right one. And yet, the biggest snug in the equation is that the assassination may not have been prepared by those two Sikhs in the background, at all. Another possibility was completely ignored. On the 31’st October, 1984 Indira was shooting for her life documentary, by a French director and in that ‘shot’ had to be shown as an active woman – run over a sly wall. For accurate visual depiction she was asked by Sonia Gandhi * (the fact yet remains to be verified) to remove her bulletproof vest and was in the following moments, shot dead. The newspapers have it. As such all people moving out of the country were barred from the privilege and yet miraculously ‘The French Man’ went his way.

When I tell about hundreds of houses being burnt or the lives claimed, the facts here, at the present are immaterial. Apparently, 2000 less in the population here or anywhere doesn’t make a slightest of difference.
However there are things that interested me into this. A case that I might consider out of hundreds. My mother’s. It still brings tears in her eyes.


CASE STUDY


1’st November 1984, Kanpur

Things had taken a faster course than expected. It was known that Gandhi’s assassination was bound to cause a hefty turmoil, but my Daddy (my granddad) wasn’t to know that till that morning. The bloody morning.
As he went down the house gates that morning, an almost -fatally wounded Sikh came running into the house gates, begging for help and shelter, trailed by a hungry mob. Daddy couldn’t refuse. No one would. But under the circumstances…

Once inside the locked gate channels, the two were momentarily safe. But the mob was violent and things didn’t seem right. Without any hesitation, the people started stoning the house. The mob asked for the ‘fugitive’, the prey they did not get to feast upon. Three terrible hours later, they burned two weight loaders carrying animal feed. Everybody inside the house was terribly scared. They had to be. The suffocation, all for the flames, called for everybody to move to the terrace, which was a good five flights up. Everybody stayed low, the kids and the adults, for hours at stretch, without food or water. People below had no intentions to leave. The stoning and the burning continued and they tried to break open the channels. But with the lucky intervention of some Hindu neighbors, things were saved. The night couldn’t be spent there, in the ultimate desperation. Thus leaving aside the males, everybody descended down ‘five- floor height’ straight fall, into a helping neighbor’s house with the help of nothing but ropes. The determined mob, by then had started damaging the house by vague ‘hitting and breaking things’. My mother and hers, the children were taken to a friend’s house, where they spent the next six days, for a curfew had been imposed, later next day. The males stayed low in the house during that stretch.
A week later, when the curfew was lifted there had been a family – reunion, but the events that had taken place in the preceding week have been deeply etched in the family.

When I had first learnt about this from my mother, I was deeply moved and was agitated and now when I see things, I marvel at the thousands who have faced this. Not only in the 84, the partition in 47, the Gujarat riots, strife in Tamil Nadu and the north-east… It goes on endlessly.

Now assuming you have read what could possibly be a pile of crap for all, if I say something like - “Where are we going people? Can’t we stop this? “, you’ll definitely regret reading this. So I don’t want to end on a stupid ‘patriotic and humanly note’. One can rightly accept that these politicians can easily maneuver the masses. Simply put – It can not be prevented.
I cannot even think of an adequate and justified punishment for these brutes.

And here, amidst utter confusion and a self – induced grief, I conclude my write – up

As I consider that this would never happen with me at least in 2006, thus I would like to list out how I would miss present 11-b.
As I write this, the first person who comes to mind is Suman Ma’am. This is not to impress anybody or her as there is no remotest chance that she would visit my blog and read it, but because anybody would miss such a wonderful class teacher. I would miss Nitashaa ma’am calling Nipun as nipunji and threatening to take our P.E. periods if we do not pay attention in our regular classes. I will miss Pranav’s and Harsha ma’am’s conceptual quarrels to be rephrased as discussions eventually getting his marks increased in the Monday test paper. I would not miss ritwika and Pallav bunking classes (though I am not quite sure of this). I would miss abhinav’s kajra re, discussions about Rohil’s blog during break, Utasav’s Bimal Jalalabadi’s act, Jyot’s inexplicable questions,
Happy go lucky Richa Ma’ams moral talks, Dr. Manocha’s medical certificates for Vinayak and the joy of passing in physics and chemistry Monday tests by half a mark..
I would surely miss my 11-B.

Ever since those three words came out of Capt. Richa Katyal ma'am's lips, it's been hovering over my head like 'Cheapster, Cheapster, Cheapster, Cheapster, Cheapster...'. They were spoken in another context, but it brings to mind my image of a miser. Do you really think I'm a miser? If you do, I wish to slap you all, with an article that shall shut the mouths of all such mongers.

About the farewell money, everybody calling me miser, get your facts right. When I made the confrontation with a completely clueless and answerless Ms Suman Dagur (who kept on saying 'you mean all this is a farce' or 'do you think we are going to eat your money?'), the entire class was with me, including Rohil, Sanchit (surprisingly), and everyone else present in the room. I heard applause at my arguments at least thrice. Surely, the entire class couldn't be misers. And by the way, when we were promised lunch, we waited and waited and waited and what we get finally is snacks in the evening when everything else was over. Sagar almost died of hunger! Who you calling cheapster?

About me buying refills to pens, rather than changing the pens when they are used up, seriously sit down and do a rethink. It seems to me that those who ridicule this act of mine are actually trying to say that all pen makers are stupid fools to sell refills separately when they should only be selling pens if they were not to be refilled. I fail to understand how my buying a refill for my pen qualifies me as a miser. It perhaps is the most logical thing to do when the pen's been used. Yes, I have a pack of refills that cost me Re 1 for 10 refills, but if it is available at that price, why should I buy 1 refill for Rs 4? There is no difference in quality, in fact, it works better than any branded refill.

About my rebelling against the school whenever there is a demand for money, guys, I don't have so much money to give the school whenever they ask. I am not a charity organisation that can dish out funds apart from the exorbitant school fees for every damn thing. And mind you, I've paid for 3 picnics, 1 trip, and for a lot of other things as and when demanded justifiably. Moreover, I've dedicated the last 4 years of my life to the school, what more do they want? I did what I was told to every time, I worked freelance (i.e. without even a mention) for the school mag (perhaps that's why the principal told me during the interview for appointments - "Take up the post of Vice-Captain Jhelum House, we can always rope you in for the mag.") I don't say I've done them a favour, because the school's given me as much as well, and I am grateful, yet I have the right to question where my money is being used.

We used to get Monday Test sheets for Rs 5, now they cost Rs 10 (ok, they're a little larger, but definitely not twice as large). It is ridiculously outrageous in my opinion, because the school should provide it in the first place, and if they don't they must ensure the best price for their students. The school made all the money during the fete, because all the gifts were brought by the students. Still they ask for development fee? I don't understand.

And the same teacher who said those words... Cheapster my God, although in a different context, yet which pinches me as though accusing me of being a miser... (I have full respect for her) said to us, "Decide what you're going to give us next year, when you leave school!" Tell me who's the cheapster?

So, what do you have to say? If you have some more evidence of my being a miser, I'd like to know, and perhaps slam it, or change myself for the better if guilty. Tell me.

"This is what I posted on www.legolasheir.blogspot.com, my own blog. But since Rohil was kind enough to put personal things here (refer to post THOSE FRIENDS OF MINE), I am more than glad to do likewise."
I made my blog to post things that did not reflect my state of affairs or any ‘affairs’ at school. (Though this line is grossly despicable, I can’t write good stuff just at the beginning.)
So my blog (up till now) was just a tit-bit from here and there, some magnificent, some crass and some atrocious events put up as I see them.

But there isn’t much substance to write this way and not much to write in any case. Besides it becomes cool when you write about your experiences which are shared by your pals, who like this are able to interpret the dealings as I see them.

I must cite here that Aseem Taneja’s blog is one ‘fucking’ blog that is cool and in a way got me to change my way\content of writing.

Rohil, thanks for writing those 14 lines on me. That mosquito confrontation got me laugh – killed, though I really think that I aint that well-bred (by my own efforts), soft and civil. It really is an honor to get listed on Rohil‘s ‘comrade list online’.

Your(‘s) Description – My Chance

Hey Rohil, you did your 14 line bit and here is the reverse act (mirror act; relatively).

Rohil, my friend, I am most delighted to have you as a pal. Leave aside Lord of the Rings, Artemis Fowl, 11 minutes and Angelina Jolie, you are still a great buddy.
I have heard people saying that you are a self – centered, mean, un – friendly son-of-a !$%#$ ( I am definitely not one of them) but you are quite the opposite. A gem, if i must say. You seem excruciatingly kid-ish yet cool in an unreal way when you play the ‘statue thing’ with Nipun. You adore Preity Zinta and there are very few apart from me, who react so vehemently to her.
As a general policy, Rohil sulks as much as I eat in the chemistry period. (He thinks Nitasha is all crap but I think that she is one good teacher with a motherly tone which sometimes is tooooooooooooooo much mother like when scolding.)
And for the verity, the “someone” whom I am after, has been on my priority list not since 7th but since 8th. And also she is great. So what’s the fuss about?

Okay then, signing off for now.
Bye

February 14th, this date has become synonymous with heart-shaped balloons, exotic cakes, fancy candles, expressive cards, witty SMSes and of course, money making. Did someone say love, perhaps yes, but it seems love is only secondary. It's more about how expensive my gift is, or whether or not I have someone to give it to. But surely, there's much more to Valentine's Day than just that.

I disagree with those who disregard it as an influence from the West, because it's not a bad thing. After all, it celebrates the most common and most beautiful of all human emotions - love! What I am against is the mass hysteria over celebrating the day, when only half the people understand the true meaning of love. The media hypes it and its commercialisation fills a few pockets, but in my opinion, it must not be manifested only in physical forms; it must be felt! We must feel grateful to those who love us, and that includes our parents, siblings, friends, and that special someone, and must cherish those or that which we love.

Most importantly, we must regard it as a day of stock-taking, of making an account of whether or not we've loved more than being loved in the past year.

Think about it and tell me what you think.

I wonder whether it is about passing into class 12th that’s imperative now or being happy about the prospect is alluring. Have I fallen to such levels that passing has become a pressing issue?
If it really is about passing – I could do that yeah. 6 hrs of study, most of it under the midnight lamp gets you no less than sixty percent for a Monday test. Thrice as much devoted time, I tell you, the final exams are a guided glide – a cakewalk no less. And with this practice you develop in yourself a complacency which is unquestioned by your mind yet pierces your heart.
Day 1, I remember, I was briefed by sister who is 2 years elder “You are headed to conquer Olympus and it is nothing if it is not high. 20% dip in marks is a requisite and it is normal.”
If this is the mindset in a student’s brain, how is he supposed to perform optimally?
Not only the mindset, consider this - last session, we had a 200 page science book and yeah it was gigantic. And now we have 224 - page Kinematics which is just a teeny weenie physics unit. Come on, do we not realize that this insane change of course volumes is nothing but an excessive load on us jack asses. All I could do with this much is vomit it out and then it would smell bad…. Very bad.
And after surviving through as much calamity, what kind of a person do I turn into? An under-confident dumbass who fears Vinayak Chunnis and Abhinav Goels. I then ask myself, are you cool? Can you play the guitar or ram the basket ball? Would anyone remember this insolent 6 foot mister who roamed about in the school as an achiever – once upon a time, now crying in his own time? With these troubles in my head, I pass into class 12th.
With these worries… With these mistakes.
You all tell me; does it seem to be good?

P.S. - Those who visit and dont post a comment S****.

No, it's not a spelling error, it's meant to read nap. Well, thanks to those who chose to call us Blogger Marauders, and to those whose slumber arrives at the right time, did I get the opportunity to create that pun.

Now about the nap. We at 11 B, believe in something most religiously, and that perhaps is our pledge to sleep through the day. No wonder, with scientific hotbrains like Rohil Sinha (joking), Rajat, Vinayak (and Mehak??) etc. who perhaps burn midnight oil to caress their intelligence-grasping tentacles, we are bound to have a mass sleeping session in class.

At any given point of time, I look around the classroom, and I find someone sleeping away to bliss! It used to be Sanchit once, but I think the bug has caught on and found fresher blood in some other people too. I would love to experience sleeping under the teacher's nose, but for the fact that the teacher chooses, as her prey, the only eyes that seem (and I repeat, only seem) to be intent upon her teaching. No matter however much I try not to be noticed when I'm doing something which very few shall expect of me (for extremely well known reasons, which modestly I do not want to go into), the teacher suddenly shouts out my name, irritatingly, and says, "Where is your concentration?" And I'm like "Where, may I ask, is yours, Ma'am?". Well that's besides the point.

Yet, slumber sessions shall continue till eternity in S-02 for there is no other place where the MARAUDERS shall find it daring enough to sleep, than right in front of the Principal's office.

The marauders are here. Finally.

The big question… and the answer

Reasons to put up this blog
1)
I see this guy in school, get angry (reason or no reason) and want to kick him. I cant do that there with Ragini ma’am within 100 miles radius, what I do is that I come back home, switch on the computer , open internet explorer and…( let me skip this shit. Since you are here once,let me assume that you will probably know what to do to visit this blog next time. If not, then go to middle of the road and shout the following words aloud three times - “I LOVE CHEMISTRY!!!”. You are bound to get a few stones thrown at you to get your mind in shape). Then, I write everything that I wanted to call “him” on this blog. Something like –“ You are nothing but a dog. Not even a Labrador. YOU @$##$%&(&$%!!!!”.

2)
You can actually get in touch with your old friends like Anmol and Sahil through this blog.

3)
Most of you nerds need to open up a bit. I guess I don’t know the names of at least 10 people in our class.

4)
It is cool, and is better than Geetika (Kaushal and Mutreja) coming to our class in the recess to initiate the process of gossip-ing.

5)
You wake up in the middle of the night. You had a dream that Ragini Kaul is hanging upside down. You die with laughter wishing that it comes true. You share it with us.

Enough of this. Jokes apart, you are allowed to write anything on this blog or just say hi to anyone. You can actually get in touch with ur old friends like Anmol and Sahil thru this blog. What makes blog so much fun is that u can see what other people are saying to other people. This blog is gonna rock. Believe it (and if you don’t, u r in real trouble)

P.S.-Girls, u r really invited to blog. We need some decency on this blog.(obviously, this is flattery)