School's Over

For all my fellow classmates, besides all the glee and exuberance over the sudden onset of winter vacations, did you realise, that school, as we knew it, has come to an end?

Have you ever pictured a life without school? No more bunking classes in the name of events and schoolwork.

No more politics and catfights over badges and posts.

No more hanging out in the computer lab and organising events we could devote our lives to.

All those unannounced substitutions and then going out into the field to play.

Quietly snickering at the absurd behaviour of the most ridiculous of our teachers, albeit with all due respect. (Science students read: Physics period :P).

English registers.. Hey bhagvaaan! :P

Ganging up against a certain person, a new victim everyday. (My personal favourite: Maria :P).

Teasing one another over something that may or may not be true (Bharat get that? :P) or unnecessary bickering with someone over the most plebeian aspects of life (Achint my childhood buddy :P).

Remember greeting each other with the very sarcastic version of our traditional namaste? (Ayush Singh _/\_ I'll never forget :P ).

YashRaj You crazy guy. Allll those pathetic jokes you make. :P And I still find them soo funny.

That amazing photo we really liked so much Pratap.

I could never thank you enough for that amazing t-shirt Umar.

Anshika thankyouuu for always being ready to play with me. Be it rain or shine. :P

Getting the so-called boyfriend-girlfriend to sit together. Dumb.

Mitali Laughing at your laughter. Because I love the way you laugh.

Making brothers who are not your brothers. Shriman bhai I really really love you broooo :) My endless support <3

Even though this blog was specifically for my classmates, I'm in love with my "favouritist" junior Chinab. I didn't know a girl could ever be interested in listening to someone else besides herself, but honestly, I could sit and listen to you talk for hours :P.

Trisha I know I annoyed you a lot because honestly, I don't really remember how to play the guitar anymore. :P But thank you for putting up with me and my never-ending demands.

For all the budding bakaits, Anubhav, Sachin, Astha, Aashna, good luck in life. :P And better make sure our farewell turns out awesome. :P

Teasing bevda Lakshya for all justifiable reasons (Sorry Sunflower. You're awesome :P)

20 people eating from the same one packet of Lays. (Biswas: I hope you remember me every time you eat Lays in life :P)

Nishi meri favourite padhaku ladki, my personal studying-strategist, over all those momos and orange we've shared.. Need I say more? :P

Rishbha that awesome model we made together.. And thank you for the help you've always given me. Without any questions. I love you Miss President :*

Poor birthday boys mercilessly kicked for simply having being born on that day. 

Our never-wavering solidarity against surprise tests and the extensive syllabus.

All that insanity in the schoolbus. (Water fights ohh lord). Rashi Rasika love you two sooooo much :*

Padmakshi Selfie Queen, we still need a proper one together :P

Revering the most talented person in the class (Pranshu --> respect :P).

The best workaholic Vice President I've ever met, and also my favourite non-vegans (Ankur and Sana) :P

Bitching about the very person sitting next to you.

Secrets and gifts that could not be exchanged over the phone.

Know what Goli..? I'll miss my "bestest" friend, the "bestest" guy on earth the most. More, most, mostest. And also, I'm sorry.

Free car rides anytime of the day. (Or night.. Thanks Ojesh :P)

Anushka thank you for making the Tamanche Pe Disco song so special for me :P

Staring lovestruck all day at your crushes.

All those WWE sessions over Bhalla's tiffin. (Read again science people :P).

There's someone all of us forget: Kartikeya who, even though, different, never lets us get bored. The dear boy I've known since the 1st grade, its about time someone acknowledged how special you are. :) :P

Every interhouse event. And the efforts which went into it.

Farewell 2014. *sigh* So many incomparable memories.

Our Word of the Year: "BAKAIT"

The point is, while we are at home thinking about our future and the possibly messed-up present, the past slips out of our hand, and before we know it, we are left with memories which we render priceless, but let them fade. So many mistakes made, so many regrets to live with.

I'll miss school. I miss my school already. I couldn't even name all of the remaining thousand people who were the reason I got out of bed everyday to come to school. So many people I've missed out on mentioning. So many memories I cannot even recollect more. The stupid dingy corridors. I've had many embarassing moments in there. The always crowded canteen only a braveheart can enter. But my school was half my life. All my life until now, in fact. I loved, I lived, I lost but above all that, I learnt. We grew up in here, discovered ourselves, and are pretty much on our own now, away from one another. Let not these memories fade, for they made us who we are. All of the above, isn't gonna return for us now (unless of course you're planning on flunking). School's over now. School days are over now. We're about to pass out.

I'm sorry. I'm sad. But mostly, its good riddance.

P.S. If I've missed out on someone, I'm sorry.. And it doesn't make you any less special for me. :)

Dear Boys

Dear Boys

This is to provide a brief insight into the mind of a girl, in the confines of which you often go astray, clueless creatures that you are. Strangely enough, you claim that girls can never be understood when you haven't even fully explored your ownselves.

Girls take a long time to get ready. But obvious. You would empathise were you the proud owner of a million shoes, not to speak of the zillion outfits we have to choose from. The simple dilemma of selecting a scent to complete our attire has our minds all boggled up, and to add to that, your whining. You have no right to complain, having no proper clothes to call your own. If YOUR closet consists of a blue shirt, a pair of muddy football studs and twenty million video games, WE aren't to be blamed.

We are about as interested in FIFA as a hardcore non-vegetarian would be in a lettuce salad. Do we blame you for not having read P.S. I Love You? Don't even make me start on last night's episode of Desperate Housewives.

Dear guys. We don't like waiting, even if we are 2 hours late ourselves. We only pretend to like your car and your sermons about its carburettor, because you are really really cute. Our silence isn't always anger. We need peace after 12 hrs of incessant chatter. And we only talk nonsense nonstop because we like the way you look at us and just listen. You think we don't notice, but we can tell when you're looking. Here's a tip for your annoyed girlfriend: No girl will not melt when sincerely appreciated. And no we don't care what you think, we are ALWAYS fat to our own eyes.

We are not jealous, but simply protecting whats ours. Every girl is insecure deep inside her heart, and if you can find me a girl who isn't, I promise I'll take my blog down forever. And never advise anyone either.

All of us want to be loved, and every girl loves it when a guy is crazy about her. We find it really adorable when guys get jealous, and secretly love infuriating you. Maybe not to you, but anniversaries and birthdays and Valentine's Day matter to us. And not just because of the gifts. But the sentiments behind them.

Even though it bothers you, sometimes we would rather be alone. It's really crowded inside a girl's head, and you need a highly upgraded app to sort it out. Even if we value branded shoes more than your silly gadgets, we still adore the way you are always hooked to your Playstations.

A chocolate can always smooth out the rough patches. A kiss always heals the biggest wounds. A hug can make even the most egoistic girl realise her follies. The best part is us belonging to you. And owning you the same.

We love laughing at your pathetic jokes, and sometimes we do that even if its not funny at all. Because its really sweet the way you smile. We don't need guys only to make boyfriends as our perennial sources of income. We need you guys to make us laugh and feel special when no one else can.

We love guys who understand. And listen. :)

Lovingly yours,

Apoorvi

P.S. For all the guys in my life. From friends to enemies to brothers :P

Deadline

Seated round the rounder tables

Singing songs narrating fables

Sharing secrets, laughing, crying

Teasing talking walking flying.

While in their hearts, despair grew

As imminent separation slowly brew.

The pretty, little girl, and the smarter one

The shy, big guy and the taller one

The rowdy jerk, and his quieter buddy

The boyish girl with her shoes really muddy

The guy who always had his nose in a book

The boy who'd never really cared for looks

The best striker of their school team

The girl who kept them ripped to the seams

The two love-doves who never left hands

The three hot girls who played in the band

This group of friends (which stays unnamed)

Sharing laughter, food and games.

Poking fun, selfies snapped

Made some jokes, and codes were cracked.

Teachers mocked, singers praised.

Talking how well Messi had played.

Teasing the guy who never bathed

Mocking the striker that he shouldn't have played

Pulling the book from under the guy's nose

Trying to get the lovers to not sit so close

On the face, the mirth that sits

In the heart, it lives in pits.

Happy as happy they could be,

They knew there would come a time to leave.

They shared the past and memories through

Doubted if they had any future too.

All good things must come to an end.

The road of life is beset with bends.

And though it seems to be full of fun,

Life has a limit under the sun.

People come and people go.

Some change us forever so.

A chance to be happy, we should never miss,

Nobody knows when the last goodbye is...