Well I’m writing a book with one of my friends, actually he is the one writing I’m just making sure that the character ‘influenced’ by me isn’t sidelined and being a lucid writer myself my creative inputs can only help ~smile~, (considering I don’t know what exactly does lucid mean, maybe I may not be THAT good), so anyways this book is about the last two years at school , when we come off fresh with straight 90’s in 10 th and look at the world as our oyster, it covers how we dwell into the finer joys of life, like hanging out at Priya’s, Rajinder Da Dhaba, Hookas, Drums of Heaven, Hash, McDonalds (well I’m not exactly the Happy meal kid but hasn’t every grown up in a McDonalds), when we start looking at the rainbow as something more than just the dispersion of light and when we realize that girls are more important than the Law of Radioactive Decay. Frankly if some other 17 year old told me about his intentions to write a book I would have seen LAME written all over him, and even though I know that the book is most probably going to be shelved I really cant help but acknowledge how important these two years have been, and even though I might not be able to dedicate a book to them I have at least dedicated a post. Ohh and Sweet Olives is the tentative name for ANONYMOUS’s book, dude if u read this I hope I don’t get a notice for plagiarism.
On a related yet different topic I went to DCE today ( see last post – ‘fingers and prints’) or more like I was forced to drive to what looked liked West Bengal by my angel of a mother. The campus is just huge and looks really deserted, on reaching there I was told that I would be called to complete the errors in my form and I should not have come without being called, which was almost word to word of what I had been screaming at my mother for the past week. Its shocking as to how mom on hearing that could bring herself to say “At least we know for sure now” I just don’t get adults!! I mean how can they be so wrong and still defend themselves!! One perfectly beautiful day wasted transmuting to some remote corner of my city.
Its amazing how accurately I could put the last fortnight in 456 words, (I DID NOT COUNT, u can see them in my word processor)