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Cruising Down Memory Lane

Words fail to express how much I'm going to miss school, my friends, having fun in class, singing, sleeping, playing basketball, talking about how much our school sucks and the list goes on and on and on and on...
Since pictures speak louder than word, here's a tribute to the best (almost) decade of my life.


Boy Meets Girl

Love is a dangerous emotion. I wouldn't wanna describe it as an emotion...Love is more of a process, a state of mind, a verb, or I really don't know. You'll never know when it will creep up behind you and well, attack you. You're never gonna see it coming. While speakin' of love, can the words 'soul mate' be far behind? We all might have a perfect picture of our soul mates in our head, or the the way we're gonna meet them, contrarily some of us may not even believe in soul mates. For a person, who believes that when someone falls in love, they only end up falling, I very much believe in soul mates.

Here are a few extracts from the best love stories that I know, which will help you understand that 'This is NOT how I will meet my soul mate.'

~"Kids, there's more than one story of how I met your mother. You know the short version, the thing with your mom's yellow umbrella."
Nobody does!!~

~We were both young when I first saw you. I was standing there, on a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party , the ball gowns, see you make your way through the crowd to say 'hello!'~

~Every night in my dreams, I see you. I feel you. That is how I know you, go on...You're here, there's nothing I fear. We'll stay forever this way. You are safe in my heart and my heart will go on, and on.~

~It was like something from an old movie, where the sailor sees the girl across the crowded dance floor, turns to his buddy and says, "See that girl? I'm gonna marry her someday."~

~The perfect guy next door and the perfect girl next door. They grew up together...Well, at least in each other's presence. He has the voice of an angel. He keeps her ecstatic and entertained. She is the little rat he'd like to take home to his Momma. Together they would create a picture of perfection. If only they could see, that what they're looking for, has always been right next to them, standing by and waiting, just next door.~

~He was a jock. She was a geek. Living in their own worlds. Until, fate, disguised as a New Year's Eve Karaoke party, brought them together. Their eyes met, their melodies matched, and they knew it then that it was the start of something new.~

~One day, he found her crying, coiled up on the dirty ground. Her Prince finally came to save her and the rest she can figure out. But it was a trick and the clock struck twelve. So, make sure, to build your house, brick by boring brick or the wolf's gonna blow it down!~


~I was at Venice- the most romantic place in the world. I was roaming the streets aawaara, paagal, deewana, when I accidentally bumped into him, the love of my life, the reason for my existence...Kunal. For a moment I had forgotten the world around me. The air I breathed, the wind that blew, the river that flowed, everything was Kunal. We would be the perfect couple- Sameer and Kunal...~

~She was seven and he was nine. And she looked at him, like the stars were shining in the sky, like pretty lights. And their Daddies used to joke about the two of them, growing up and falling in love, and their Mommas smiled, and rolled their eyes and said "Oh my my my!"~

~His hands moved so fast, they blurred. One was gripping under the body of the van, and something was dragging me, swinging my legs around like a rag doll's, till they hit the tire of the tan car. A groaning metallic thud hurt my ears and the van settled, glass popping, onto the asphalt- exactly where, a second ago, my legs had been. It was absolutely silent for one long second before the screaming began. In the abrupt bedlam, I could hear more than one person shouting my name. But more clearly than the yelling, I could hear Edward Cullen's low, frantic voice in my ear. "Bella? Are you all right?"~

Virtual Moronism

Lately I've noticed that in the virtual world, everyone belongs to these silly things called 'groups'. The idea is that, one person finds an interesting/funny group and just joins, and thanks to the news feed, more people keep joining in, and before you know it, it's spreading like a freaking epidemic. It's one thing to be social and outgoing but another to do something just because it's the "in" thing.

Listed below are some of those highly annoying groups, why would never join one of them even if my life depended on it, a little piece of advice, and a big piece of my mind!

I've always wanted to Spin around in a chair and say, "I've been expecting you."
I have always wanted to get into a cab and say, "FOLLOW THAT CAR!!"
There are many different ways to admit that you're living a sad, monotonous life, and that you'd rather be a character in an ancient Mafia movie. If you choose to do it, by joining wannabe groups on facebook, here what a lazy tailor would say, "Suit yourself."

I love it when the parents are out the house!
I love the kid that makes the class fun by arguing with the teacher.
I love people who text back instantly.
Well, you have some pretty low standards my friend.

"Oh my, you've grown."...well, yes. That tends to happen.
Not with ALL of us, just the lucky ones! *throws a tantrum*

I say "Watsup" even though I know the answer is going to be "nothing much".
I'm not able to decide who is more boring. You for saying 'watsup' or your friend for replying 'nothing much'. Well, that's exactly the kinda thing that is bound to happen when you spend hours on Facebook, "Nothing much."

I don't read the Terms & Conditions but I accept them anyway.
It's a good thing you joined that group, 'cause otherwise I don't know how I would live my whole life thinking, "OMG! Somebody actually reads all of the terms and conditions before accepting them."

You're online and I want to talk to you, BUT I'm not saying hi first.
SupercaliEGOISTICexpialidocious!

I wet my toothbrush before I put paste on it.
It's freaking dental hygiene to do so! You don't see me joining groups that say, 'I wash my hands before I eat', 'I brush my teeth everyday', 'I wash my hair at least once in a week', cause I'm not in 1st grade anymore, and I'm pretty sure, neither are you!

"Finally, You're online!" *click* ....has gone offline...."What the heck!"
Oh, how does it matter? You weren't gonna say 'hi' first anyway right?

I Hate Getting Texts That Only Say "k"
I Hate when Chat says "Sending"!
I Hate "Battery Low"
I hate how my homepage keeps telling me: and 10 other mindless trend followers have joined this shitass group.

The Moment Of Glory When You Find Out Everyone Hates The Person You Hate.
Now, why would anyone wanna admit that they're exactly like everyone else in that group?

"Your homework is to read these pages." YESSS! No Homework!
"Yes mom, I'm doing my homework"(minimize facebook)
I Hate that kid who reminds the teacher about homework.
I was doing homework, then I ended up on Facebook.
Pfft. Homework?! *laughs hysterically*

"I'd rather beat my remote to make it work, then change the batteries!"
I'd rather bang my head on the nearest wall, THAN join a group which is an insult not only to the English language, but also to the existence of words.


When I talk on the phone, I walk around the room aimlessly.

When I go out looking like crap, I see just about everyone I know!
When a teacher points at you, you look behind and then say "who me?"
My notification cuts off at the top of my screen.
I regularly open my fridge and stand gazing inside for no reason at all.
I walk into a room, I forget why I went there, I walk out, I remember.
When I run down the stairs, I always skip the last step and jump.
Now that we've covered the trivial/unimportant/obvious, it's time for you to get a life.

I need to get off of facebook, and get my face in a book.
I wonder what I used to do before facebook.
If facebook was a subject, my parents would have been so proud.
I know, I know, facebook is pretty awesome, but there is life out of facebook.

And the worst ones of them all, are the those groups which are about joining groups
I read the group name, I laugh, I join, I never look at it again.
I just looked at my profile and saw how many pages I joined,...Im shocked!
I join too many groups because their names make me say.. "OMG, THATS TRUE!"
I can't stop joining groups that come up on my news feed.
Holy Crap! There's a group for everything!

Randumbness

Things you'll hear only when you're in our class(read: Things I'm gonna miss hearing, for the rest of my life.)

Scooty, TV, Chroman, FeCo, NiCu, Zinc.


Q.Why did Ganesh fail in his SAT exam?
A. Because he stood and wrote it.

You, bloody SODIUM IODIDE!
Sir, where have you kept the species?
Hey! Did you know Be-yawns is married to Jay-Zed?

Archimedes comes to NHVPS. He discovers buoyancy. He immediately runs up to the computer lab and yells: You-Rekha! :D

Oh, my Devare!
You can't add things that aren't numbers!
The impurity present in the ore is called gangu.
Have you visited the Big-Baniyan-Tree?
Whyyy meee?

Q.Why was Nischal looking hot in his passport-sized pic?

A.Because the photographer forgot to switch on the fan!

That was such an NJ-Naveen Joke!

Dude, M.F.Hussain. From his name itself you'll get to know what he is. Get it? M.F...

The Tvilight movie got many avaards!
Don't say Aashirvachan! My bowels loosen.
WE SHOULD START A BAND!

Bridgit Ma'am: Tell me honestly students. Who did the Carbylamine test? The whole school is filled with isocyanide gas.
IR: Why did you do it RJ?

Bridgit: I have full confidence in RJ, he does not know the carbylamine test.

Ganu and Vin in unison: Sir, are you a ManU fan or a Chelsea fan?
Toms Sir: *points to the nearest fan* I use only Usha fan!

Rudrappa: Surabhi is paw-gal!
Mitalla. Mitalla. Jai jai Mitalla!
Naveen, what's the value of meu not?
Saare jahaan se achcha...Bhaskar ke paet mein bachcha!

Remember the time when Veerapan had kidnapped Shiv Kumar?

Sir, are you storting a new chopter?


Things to do today:
1.Get up
2.Survive
3.Go back to bed.
 
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