Three Cheers For Sweet Dorks

How many times are there that you have been humiliated in public or personally?
No. You can’t tell exactly the number of times, because they are so many. 
I may sound unfamiliar to some people. But there remain the rest of us, the people who are not so beloved, not so popular and not somebody. I’m speaking for them.
There have been times when I used to be kinda dull and preppy types. I was another ignored, not-so-special, alone and afraid kid in the crowd. Then there came some turns in the road of life that changed me. I’m not telling that I rule now, [not like that I want to]…
But I have changed and changed for the good.


Well, I’m not here to sing my surviving saga.
I just want to scribble the very commonly uncommon feelings that one has.


I wished my life were a better movie. But I can’t complain and sit back, I have to work for it.
And there are numerous kinds of people telling you that you can’t, that you are a DOLT, and that you are good for nothing.
What would happen if we just listen to those useless shit and sit back cursing our fates?
But we can’t. This is our lives and we have to make it the coolest of our types xD
Call me a dork, I don’t care.
Title me as a “Grammatically Disoriented Person” because of my grammatical errors, I won’t stop writing or write even an inch less.
And some people would also say that I can do nothing but put up every little thing in my whiney blog which is barely read by pips.
Again, I don’t care,
I write for myself, and I would keep writing even if anyone reads or not. 
Because this is sorta my journal. And oh yes, I have the guts to write everything about myself and anyone can read this. So, I’m not a coward anyway.
And today I feel not ashamed by a single thing; not my height, my broken English speaking power, my shoddy school, nothing….simply nothing!
And even if I am a dork, I don’t mind being one. 
I dance around my apartment in pajamas, I eat burgers after operating their tummies, I make weird faces in public, I laugh hysterically in the coolest of the crowds, I point at people and say things loudly in places like Shopping Malls, I like cartoonish curtains, I act like a child at home, I like making bubbles with chewing gum and soap-water, I run on the middle of a road and I lick egg before eating it.
Yes. I am a dork. I am a lazy-bum and I am good at my works.
And I’m a nice human being. 
And I hate those who like to hate.
So, if these make me a dork, then I am one.
Feel pride if you are one too.
Three Cheers For Sweet Dorks. 


Peace out.


xD 

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I made my own cartoon, oh yeah! xD

In The End

“Water…some water”
I heard a broken voice crying behind me –
Another dying soldier lying on this earth
With a bleeding leg and a bullet in his chest.
Slowly he cried for some drops of life,
I could be the savior or could I not?
At least they say we are the saviors of the country…
So I stepped ahead to bring back a life in dead desert;
And fast came the gift of war towards my heart
And rested within tearing it apart…
Nothing was felt but a soundless pain,
Flowing of blood what I could see, only,
And I fell weakly on my knees…
No more I heard the cry for water,
Not even sounds of guns and bombs…
But there were voices, again and again, 
Coming fast and fading away;
Did I hear screams of death or prayers of life?
Or was it the mixed up thoughts of mine?
Reflections of memory went one by one…
I saw the beautiful dusk melted in love,
I smelled fragrance of the fields outside my window,
I remembered the old tree beside my house,
The playing kids in the lane, the bell of recess,
I heard my guitar been played again…
And unknowingly I knew I was going to bed
For my endless sleep and peaceful rest,
I knew I would never touch her hair again,
I knew I was to leave my love, my pains…
And another bullet stroked my leg,
Down I fell on the wet earth, numb and senseless…
It was the time to go, to walk beyond this world,
Away from the morning dews and cold war nights,
In a solitary cell they would call a soldier’s grave.

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Note: random thought. :|

and yeah, Mr. Owen inspired me a bit. 

:)

A Reverie

When you stand at the end of the fight and look at all that you have lost, do you smile for the winning or cry for the loss?


Time is ticking by, your soul is getting old, give yourself one more chance, put back your lone heart’s pieces together again.
There is a spark hidden under your clothes, shred those fabrics, and let that spark shine.
And may be then you would be able to hear the hidden sonata of life.


…


When I’m alone, silent is the wind and like everything is fading away too fast to be caught, I feel like screaming with all my heart. The road that I’m running on is endless and the song at the end of the movie is going on, lingering is the peace of longing solitude within me.
I cry, slowly; I turn back, I see a beam of light within the darkness, I try to touch it, and the world spins around and goes upside down….suddenly I wake up. I see a piece of sunshine on my bed, lying beside me, I smile, and the dust fairies dancing in that sun beam wish me “Good morning”.

solace

As she always chased a fairytale

Running with bleeding feet,

Her love was wounded,

She couldn’t stand the pain…

As she always chased a fairytale

And it could never be hers,

She found her solace in

Fallen leaves and drops of rain…

My hair got fire xD

Since I saw that I have 40 followers now and actually not really stuck at 7 comments, I feel good.
laugh. that's what I want!
so, lets write something lame. [yeyy, cheers for me]
:P
...

A girl asked me, "OMG Aritry! you had nice hair, what did you do with it?"

me - "It got fire somehow, so I needed to cut it."

she was like ----> O_o

Me n' Satadipa walked passed her. Then Sat laughed out loud.

Sat: "Dude, are you crazy? what the hell you told that nerdo?"
Me: " Didn't you hear? what more can I say. I am at my wits end."
Sat: "But fire?!!"
Me: "yeah, did ya see her face? Her eyes were like eggs."
Sat: "Aren't they normally eggs?"
We both laughed our asses off.
we did.
xD

...

I went to my school's exhibition  today with friends. I made fun of some idiotic projects, I acted seriously in the Philosophy exhibition and actually harassed a girl.
I kicked a boy I know. :)

My school is a girls' school.
But anyone can come in the exhibition. So there was like a fair going on where we could see more group of boys than our own girls.
May be 0.5% of them were interested in the exhibition thingy actually! lol
But I didn't like a single lad.
I only said "Hi, how are you?" to my batch mate Hasmukhlal [not real name], I had a crush on him, or may be still do. But he is only good in looks, he is not at all smart........but so HOT! T_T

Hasmukhlal = I have a bad habbit of naming people. he always smiles, no matter what, or even if there is no matter at all!! .__. so he is the "Hasmukhlal"
In case you don't know hindi, this name means - 'a person with teeth out always, smiling'

so, at the end of the day, it was all good. Even after I slept a bit in my physics tution class, it was okay
I am feeling happy. :)
[heard Dips?]
:P