second grade citizens...

thankfully the second day of the event at the insti turned out to be very enjoyable.. or else listening continuosly to 70-80 people singing can give you a headache... i really pity the judges.. now on i will be extra polite to them.. personally prefer such events as less crowd, less noise and you can relax and enjoy..
i got to know that students from girl's hostel have to leave by ten no matter when the whole event ends.. even though there were very few performances left.. denying girls the right to sit in their college events was really unfair.. you know like second grade citizens..
what's running through respected warden's mind...?? moral policing of some sort.. but moral policing of what..?? we are adults now and free to make chioces of our own..
aahh.. she is such a i dont know what.. oh my head is aching thinking about this irrational lady..

when will the fairer sex will be treated on fair terms..

leg to climb up..

now i know one of the secret of the people who have reached heights..
heights attained after endless efforts.. the efforts put in even though one is not sure of the output.. not every successful journey can be called achievement... but then you follow your aim just for yourself and not to fit into the definition of achiever set by other people..
it's totally personal .. may be that is why a stay-at-home dad/mom feels greater satisfaction about the whole day than any of those Forbes tycoons..
okay.. i was talking about revealing a secret here.. well it's located at the at both the ends of the human body.. one at the top and other down at the bottom...
so.. all out there fighting hard for your endeavours.. you should own a good quality toothpaste and very good quality shoes..
i had an important work to do(finally i got one.. or else i feel like vegetable i am taken as good for nothing by our head).. what followed after that was an ordeal.. lot of leg work.. couldn't quit it as it was real important.. i had to run from one place to other... did the rounds of the same place number of times... and in all this hurry i was not even sure of getting the job done.. still i continued wearing off my shoe's sole.. i persisted.. with my leg work..
i met all those heads in the insti... i could not let them see that i'm exhausted, dispirited and impatient..
i smiled all the way to assure them that i was not wasting their time..
it helped me to talk to all the people who could help ...
mission accomplished..
i feel useful..
So a lesson learnt....... work done with planned consistency along indispenable toothpaste and good shoes..

yipppie!!!!!!!! INDIA WON THE SERIES ON THE AUSTRALIAN GROUND...

i hate people in love

damn it.. even a local miss call wouldn't go..i have been saving my last 1.84 balance for it
she had to give him a miss call now so that he calls her up.. they had a fight last night( there is never a day when they do not fight)
she spent a sleepless teary night... it is all very important to do it right now..
stupid guy picked it up.. and there... my precious balance..
i recieve apologies from both of them .. and i'm offered topup of Rs.10.. but what about the inconvenience it might cause me.. i hear the word sorry.. i say to her it's okay..now i can't spoil her moment you see..

there was a time when she used to give me every single details of her day at the insti.. i remember we would listen to songs with she taking the left earphone and the right earphone with me.. cracking silliest jokes.. laughing not beacause of the the jokes but at the jokes..

and now it's been one hour since she has been over the phone.. always busy talking to him..if she is not then she goes on and on about the conversation she had..
he told me that so i told him this.. love him so much.. he did this he will be doing that... oh he loves me... i have a great desire to give her a book which will help her frame different phrases for telling the same old things... atleast i will be hearing new sentences from her..
i try to change the topic by telling her how i was shouted at by my professor( cause the topic should seem more important).. she leaves in the middle of the story as he called her up again after he was done with his dinner.. here i'm all by myself listening to our old playlist..

okay i'm trying to get some sleep.. but this murmering voice of hers..still exchanging goodnyts with him
a new meassage in my inbox..i have recieved top up of Rs. 50.. should i say thank you.. i rather not disturb her in middle of the conversation..
now i find the reason why mentally unstable and lovers share a common graph for their brainwaves....

he is the exactly the type..

being with the people u love is one and the only thing in life that makes it worth living...u have family, friends and teachers..inspite of having so many people to love everybody builds an image of that special somebody whom they would like to fall in love with..

i'm working as a team with a guy who fits into that special image .. way too perfectly.. and at that he is also cute..

he looks directly into my eyes when he speaks flashing his boyish smile at me.. and that smile keeps scrolling in my brain time to time.. though i'm a bit apprehensive about it as he is two years younger to me i still enjoy my moments..

today we were in an auto.. he tells me that i dont speak much..

he has no idea that it's because of him.. our conversations are always work related.. i would only stammer if i tried talking something else... although i know very less about him regular interactions in past few days has brought him very close to my Mr. PERfect..

i'm not in love with him.. we will be just acquaintance after the whole work is finished..