i dont know why im writing this in the first place...sculs over..everythings gone...done and dusted..i was told to ryt abt the good things..ll ryt about everything..

ryt so there i was..holding this school leaving certificate in my hand..hoping against hope that i wont get admission in 'that' scul..i dint study for 'that' entrance..i remember 'that' 10th april..everyone called me..dats wen i knew dat i had people hu really dint want me to go...i was happy :)...btw i still have those msgs

sankara changed me..first (till the last) perpetually, i cudnt understand how things worked...there were studies, tough yes, but for a GG..lyk me..as they say multiple devastation..lol..nd then there were people...really amazing ones, really stupid ones, ones hum u cud vomit on...hey rauwolfa vomitoria..lol..i was told not to stand on formalities hw can i forget that...there was dubai..delhi..kolkata..nd everytym i heard ppl bak home saying that i was having a nyc tym whyl they suffered..id say i saw a lot..at home, away..people...i learnt a lot..

i wont say he's been unfair...perhaps that was what was meant to happen..it happened for me with a stupid chemistry lesson in 10th, happened after an interview, it also happned after that horrible wheezing sound, and that jingle..nanana..among other things were our songs! me n ammu, sailesh..lol..dat meeta mam class, bhagya!!, sattys doubt sessions, kosu!!, ambigaa and that 'double salt' analysis wen me jan n ananth wr mixing up stuf..our gigs..me mrithula n gang, sanmun, dpsmun,timogi!!lol..kassey..lol again, ...our bench..dat day wen it rained, that cyclone...stuff man..kewl stuff

i love my life...jus the past baggage dsnt go...it will...:D