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Well life Goes On

Its not about Partying, Pissing or even panting in the Summers.....Its more of what you call you know what...Yes The Ramblings of my little heart somehow goes Pitter - patter at her sight but well I know like she doesn't feel so...Its more of being In an excitable state the love rather overcomes infatuation but well life sucks .Some has in Orkut "The Gravity Is all Shit....Its The earth Tat Sux"Rite he is absolutely perfect but then again it goes on....In 11 its more of a rat race which if you win you will be eligible for one more rat race and if you are not eligible you get kicked out...Hey that should not be the way...I am a simple person but I might just have an ambition the size of a Sky Scraper...Well unrealistic in today's world but very much possible....today is one of the sad days in the life of many Xaverians....Yes Yes Mr.B K Ganguli has retired I have not been fortunate enough to be taught by him but from what i have heard he was an excitable prospect...Hey he taught how to stand orthogonal on the surface of the earth the parting speech was scientifically highly physical(to do wid physics I mean")................Its was one more hot summer day in my life where school ends fast and you come home and wonder what to do next and by the time you have finished thinking ...you see its evening and the time for your first tution has arrived.Shit! I had to call my girl friend...Yes she will be annoyed will ditch me ....Who cares I give a Damn And so does she and I will get one more.....Come On !man is this what you call life ....Highly mechanical where is the time we could possible have those afternoon reveries imagine things we will never be able to achieve and just ponder.....We had a bengali test today...Imagine the pressure...Jerk1 It was only essay and people have been preparing mugging I mean to say...I believe as long as Rabindranath was alive he had done enough to guide me through my bengali essays till ISC .Well he came to my rescue even today with "Sparsha Mani"I am in my house now really what I am writing is the manifestation of an intellectual mind which short circuited due to overheating and then again the pain in my left ankle keeps irritating me....I am virtually imagining if really Love exists ..I mean to say kiss a girla nd she allows that she is your new found love......Ooooooo how very romantic it doesn't go that easy...It checks in life and I believe it doesn't go that way...I said i in a previous post that teenage love is not even fullfleged Infatuation its just a mutual attraction to releive you of your sexual escapades...Highly
controversial...well I don't think so....Yes I hate to use Sms lang my self but the heat as I said is irritating...Don't worry....Move on with life keep those emotional tickles away...Hey be selfish for the next two years yes! I am asking you to inherit some of the Satan's Characters because thats whats needed to win the rat race and in this country thats what makes you a winner...highly obtrusive but we got to accept the fact that even before our Individualism comes to play a part We are a part of the World's Most Populated Country In 10 Years Time Frame...Coutesy Socialism.....Secularism And immense faith that man and women are married with oonly one purpose....Yes Propagation of the Future Generation as fast as possible and as many as that....Supposing the ban on Buladi was another ploy...Anyways I don't mind though Irrespective of all this long Live Myself and My beliefs because to me propagation is neither "beyond my ability nor beneath my dignity...":
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Prince K. said…
Oh great stuff...

I suppose that is how you feel about teenage love.
But there is another saying about your first love.
And the first kiss, as well.

Heh.
April 25, 2007 at 4:30 PM
Safdar said…
interesting.
very.


whos this?
May 14, 2007 at 9:13 PM
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