The Massacre

God's Little Playground

And i'm back. Not that anyone's concerned but, apparently, a few poor souls have dropped by demanding an update. Ironically, it's the SAME bunch of people I happen to bump into almost every single pathetic day.

They know what happens in my life but for some reason, it only gets acknowledged and appreciated when it's published on a blog.

My life is sort of like a melodramatic movie. It's moves along with feverant pace, garnished with an array of fiesty characters. The people around me enrich my life with such enthusiasm and optimism every single day, that it's magnificent when you just lay back and think of it all; gazing at the big picture. They add so much light to my life.

And it so happens that, three of these fiesty characters are celebrating their birthdays soon. 3 of the most insane, depraved and diabolical ones in fact. Vineetha, Asvin & Zahra.

Vinnetha - How long has it been? nearly ten years! For ten years, we've known each other and not once have you ever paid for lunch on your own accord. It's always shan darling, chip in for me this time or karthik, be a gentleman for once! haha. Nah, i'm exaggerating it. But still, you're superficially thrifty, pretty much like a cheapskate. I still recall when you resorted to stealing from a store down in Bugis just because the old man manning the store refused to negotiate with you. You little indian shoplifter! quite disguisting really. haha. and for Halloween, there's no need to find a costume. Going as yourself shld scare a couple of people off anyway, haha. Oh Happy Birthday sunshine, enjoy being 18.

Asvin - Where do i start with this one? You know there's a reason for quotas, limitations and boundaries of sorts. Because of gundus like Asvin. I give you 3 months to write a 2000 to 4000 word report and what do you do? While other students are struggling head over heels to complete their 2000 word reports within the deadline, you stroll back with a 12,000 word report. 12, 000? and you go, i just don't know what else to write? For god's sake Asvin, the caffeine level in your medulla oblongata is inhibiting the saneness in you. Simply put, you've lost any semblance of rationality and you're pretty much a psycho. haha. But of course a psycho that i admire and adore aplenty. Happy Birthday my punjabi friend and may your 19th year, a very important year in your life, bring you joy and harmony to your mind and soul.

Zahra - And finally, CHENA pork! She takes the cake. Tip of the iceberg. The worst of the Brady Bunch. Call her all that there is. Our dearest Zahra has walked around school barefooted before, not once but twice in fact. It's one of those days, where you get up in the morning and you start whining abt how robotic and exhaustive your life is, so what can be done to make it slightly different and spicy today? Oh ya, how about walking around school barefooted! haha. and plus Zahra has enourmosly large feet. Must have been quite a sight to have seen her walking around school like that. The poor child's balding as well, haha! I'm telling you zahra, it's the nutella. It gets you all high and as a negative side effect, triggers off this balding sensation, haha. Anyway, i'm so sorry I can't make it for Friday and plus it's Naan. That's a double whammy. You have a great time anyway and Happy Birthday gundu! And plus zahra prompted me to say stuff like, she's the greatest person in the world, blah, blah, blah. haha. Enjoy being 18 mate.

And that's it. Done. A long awaited blog post and pretty elongated one as well. Till 3 months later, cheers!

6:10 AM

End of massacre