Raat Akeli Hai, Bujh Gaye Diye

It has been nine days since the end of my board exams, which were not fun.
And I'm bored.
And that's not nice. Because for six months, the words "After the Boards" have been synonymous with Happiness, Joy, and Gaiety. Now that the boards are over, I realise joy and happiness is not forthcoming, except with friends.
And that brings me to my question- Is true happiness dependent on other people, and if not, what is the feeling of pure joy when you're with people called?
Because whenever I'm alone, I'm usually pensive, and melancholic. Even when I'm happy, the happiness is a derivative of some other reason. Am I weird, or is the rest of the world also like this.

All right, enough of the sentiment.

In fact, in my present frame of mind, enough with stuff.

Next entry will either be on Punjabi Music, or Food. You decide.

Khatam! Over! Finis
Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now official. My boards are over, and I now live in a state of Velapanti. No more nocturnal ratta sessions, no more old ladies peering at me and saying "Puttar, Khana hazam nahi hoya?" (Did I mention I learn by pacing frantically around my dadi's verandah, who is NOT the old lady mentioned here).

Well, and with that, no more school. A very important part of my life has ended, and another one is yet to start. I now exist in a state of Limbo, with Farida Khanum, Shamshad Begum, Suraiya et al for company.

What have I done since I got freedom, you might ask? Not much. Only one of my friends, Koval Bhatia got over with me, and I went with her to Oxford Bookstore, where I bought a number of books, dropped a pen, bent down to pick up the aforementioned pen, ignoring the salesman who told me not to bother, and banged my noggin against the granite counter. The thud, so my mother told me, was audible thrwee rows away. I debated whether to swoon, but contented myself with saying "Main Kahaan Hoon" in a weak voice. My mother was the only person to catch on. Sad, ain't it.

Well, I came home after that, and went for a movie. The movie is not one of my favourite memories, and I don’t want to talk about that, except for the fact that I had delicious chocolate mousse after the movie. I love chocolate mousse.

I came home, ate dinner again, and conked off.
What this post actually tells you is that I have not done much. However, I am planning to go out tommorow, and have fun. That, I hope, will neccessitate the writing of a longer blog entry than celui-ci

Cheerio

Main Zinda Hoon! Main Zinda Hoon!

Hehe, Despite the Boards. Despite the padhai! I live, and now I rise from the ashes. My blog shall again, contrary to Karan, show signs of life.
Signs? Huh, Watch me now!
First of all, Thank you to psybaba.rediffblogs.com for including me in his list of best new bloggers. Much gratified, especially since I have written very little over the last two months.

Now, I have an Economics Board day-after-tommorow.
After what was, beyond question, the shittiest date sheet this year.
What this means now is that my boards end in 49 more hours. Hoy to the world. No longer shall I have to learn Geography, No longer shall integration blight my life. No longer shall differential equations F''k me, no longer shall.....

Oh, get the message, the boards end soon.
With the boards, ends my schooling life. Fourteen Years of a (mis) spent youth at Delhi Public School (Call it the MMS school, but remember, it shall exist and lead long after the MMS is dead.).
I shall miss school.
A lot.
After all, school means a great deal to me. Its given me Vidya-BTW, Vidya does not refer to Integration and dy/dx, but to more important things like Handling responsibility, knowing when to shut up, and to not call a Fat Demented Bangaalan (Members of former Quizzing Clubs shall know who I refer to) as Mussolini. Its given me loads of fun, great teachers, wonderful friends, and nights of fun and frolic.
Errr. maybe NOT the nights of fun and frolic, but all the rest.

Anyway, I m too gleeful to write more today, so next week, you shall hear about my top ten memories in School.

Sneak Preview- Class X, November 2002- Teacher who shall be referred to as SM- "Beta Mansi, ab toh padh lo, half-yearlies ke marks yaad hai yaah nahi. Itni chhoti memory hain?"
Manav Kapur "Haan, ma'am, iske mammaries kaafi chhote hain" PC and Manav giggle. rest of class dumbfounded. SM says "Meet me outside class"
SM- *(Outside Class) "Must you do such things in class. is this any way to behave............ad infinitum"
Manav- "Sorry ma'am"
SM- "Hummmm, all right, but behave yourself. Pause. Aur Waise, Mansi isn't all that small, y'know"

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