A motley collection of my world weary views and thoughts and everything else along with a cuppa coffee. t9 doesn't understand blog. So clog it is...

Saturday

my first (not exactly) post


going through the ever increasing pile of things i was yet to do, i found that i hadn't given any exams as yet. the ones which matter anyway. i have given (more like forced to) exams ever since the word was invented by a loon of a person. i distinctly remember waking up one day when i was kindergarten-ish and thus of a relatively tender age and made to face this horror.
i had frozen, call it stage fright. and my dad had gallantly volunteered to fill in the name,roll number,and standard fill-in-the-blank section of the question paper. i messed up the rest, and generally managed to evade the social stigma of being called a "failure"....
i decided to take charge of my own studies since the 5th standard, and consequently my grades were horrible. along the way, i learnt politeness pays, ass licking does for many, and i also began to hate the teaching staff. the best thing i learnt was how to hide my true feelings, and do the haha-what-a-sport routine like the other nonspecifics out there. being lonely, that was the best company i ever had. it still is. but some wonderful people have muscled their way in, and they are here to stay. good for me, 3 cheers for them! and if you read this, then no, you aint one of them, because i would never let them how important they are to me.
coming back to the subject (wince), of exams, i am just glad i was not born in the medieval times in europe. i would have had to joust and wear wigs and never bathe...and get my teeth bashed in over a piffling matter...ah, bugger exams..