Once upon a time my sister

had left to qatar

i am very happy , as now i am free from that fighter..

i dont at all miss her

as she was a crusher of  my freedom

she thinks she is my master

why cant she be a builder of my confidence??

she shouldn’t act superior

as she was a annoyer..

i dont at all miss her….

   this particular piece of thing [ i do'nt realli mind whatever you call it] was written by li’ll ME  for an english rhyming word exercise  in school .. it sounds very naive and stupid now! my teacher laughed her lungs out then i  dont know why!

but apparently my sister was waiting in the qatar airport when i found this piece of **** …n i realized  i miss her like crazy!!!

*sister* is something the best that happened to me !!!

i love u sis!!

IM gonna leave to my med school in 10 more min
DUH!! itz gonna be wierd n happy at the same time leaving home n getting back to college n eggjams n all crap!!
i’ll miss babbling in my own space for quite sometime then!!:(
back to the ground actually not pavilion…shud start batting ,bouncing n whtnot!!!
LOoking forward to my Psychiatry postings!!! lol!!

i used to use blogger a while ago but then stopped n again felt like going bak:

flirting with randomness
so this is it

do visit it !!!
cheers!!
keep blogging !!

LIfe sure rocks in backbenches.Wanna know how?Then all ye pals inthe front row better change the seat.You are bound to make it your permanent place.To many, the last bench in a classroom might seem like the address of the good- for -nothing brigade.But ,the last bench has a lot more to it.

The shayars flow freely, n sum cranky jokes with loads of chocolates.We used to cheer together with such finesse that it reaches the first bench and the teacher has no clue!Then,as the classes get more and more boring ,sum chits come out, and so do wise cracks as we enjoy hearty laughs -muffled ofcourse-while ruminating on worldly matters.

Where elsz wud u find paper rockets,choco wrapers,word games,n those unending sms’s n paper chats and what have you!

Life sure rocks in the backbenchs.And yes,we also njoy the luxury of making a catcall,making the whole class laugh amd yet get away with it!And howdare the front benchers complain against us?If it weren’t us who wud provide comic relief in between those long winding and boring lectures ?The next time the teacher’s pet [ on the contrary we ,the bak benchers were our teachers pets then] in the front row want to critisize us,the last benchers,try stepping into our shoes and seats b4 you do so.You are bound to be hooked and make it ur permanent place.

One has to see the rainbow to know its beauty and taste the pickle to feel its pungency . May be the comparison isn’t apt but who cares , gud english is not the yardstick for measuring one’s eligibility to sit in the last bench.A heart for fun is!

One has to sit on the bakbench to experience some of the luxuries it offers,rite?

p.s: fact tht i’m moving in to a proffesional course now…but the eternal skewl memoirs are not be forgotten ever.i MISHHH mah skewl lyf badly ..