Who said only the ‘intelligent’ can be creative? Some of the most desperate and drastic attempts of ‘bad’ students to pass in written exams bring out a spectacular side- I saw some answer scripts that can drive any examiner into a state of continuous fits. Hahaha...real funny, the answers- excessively creative, I can say :)

I think I will go to lalbagh alone this time. I want to go simply for the times that I spent there; I want to go remember the crazy things we did every week- I want to go there and smile to myself; I want to go and sit under the same tree and on the same hillock- and just feel surrounded by those who made a difference to my little life.

I am addicted to this Arabic song that a good friend of mine gifted to me. (Gift for no occasion, but I’m NOT complaining, hehe..) Both of us have NO idea what the song says- but it is immensely soothing. No, not soothing. Maybe ‘passionate’. I don’t seem to be able to give it a word...Every time I try to ‘sing’ the song, what is audible is more a complicated hum- to a stranger it might even sound as a mumble. Should be careful not to sing it in public! Hehe...

Watching a cricket match in India is not only about watching the cricket. It’s the atmosphere it creates- it’s the enjoyment of a range of emotion- right from the maddening frustration when our fielders miss a catch, right up to the one over when our batsman hits six sixes. People aren’t the same when they’re watching a India- Pakistan world cup final. The entire country has bitti advice to give. Everyone thinks they can strategize/bat/bowl/field/jump/catch better. Oh and we’re pessimistic. Extremely. It takes us only a moment to disown the team after Sachin’s dismissal. It doesn’t take us time to write off the team when they’re 35/2, chasing 307 in an ODI. We’re a cricket crazy nation. Also, we’re all mad.