Back To Love

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I went to school today. After over 1200 days. I thought nobody would remember me, but some of them do ( :D ). It felt great to be back where you had the most fun time of your life. You meet old people, people who have been your gurus for 14 years and you realize how much have you changed. And you also realize that how less they have changed. All sirs are the same. Johnsy sir is still uniquely funny. Kothari sir is the same introvert. Ma'ams are always more interested in your personal life (women are really money minded).
 I guess people stop changing after a point in life, they just grow old. They say change is good, but what happens when change becomes routine. Maybe that's the point when you stop changing and know yourself. Anyway, I don't know much. I haven't reached that crossroad yet.
I wish we had taken some pics so that I could have shared here. But leaving that for the next time. Hoping to meet more teachers that day!

Also, semester break is here. I am thinking of making this idle time a really productive one.But sleeping 14 hours a day doesn't leave you with much time, does it?
In some other news, Chelsea  had a disastrous Novermber (as always) and that coupled with exams provided a much needed show off of anger and desperation from me. That's good. Makes me feel alive.Really enjoyed watching cricket after a long time - Aus v SA. Secondly, everyone around me seems to be getting married. Congratulations to all of them. Go ahead ruin your independence.
Headache. Should sign off now.
Bye.
PS- Writing stupid poems and love letters for imaginary girls makes you a laughing stock among your friends.And nobody believes they are imaginary.

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  1. NishantDecember 10, 2012 at 9:04 PM

    we are quite sure that the girl you write about is not imaginary :P

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