I'll have to start from scrap because I've lost all my readers (even my big bro does not read my blog anymore) and some have even canceled my name from the "blogs I read" list. Well, all I can do is swallow my pride and continue to write bloggy posts.
Lately I have developed a renewed interest in high school/teenage movies and I've realised that deep inside I haven't exactly grown up. The High School Musical made by Disney has 3 parts and all three are superb. Although predictable and so disney-like it reminds me of my former days when all the trivial things used to worry me and I along with my friends used to cook up ways to get out of trouble. Sometimes our ideas and plans were so far - fetched that only the most sensible among us would realise that such plans work only in movies. Camp Rock and The Minute Men were great too and I can't help but wait for Disney to make more movies like it.
This reminds me of a conversation I and my friends had in the Chemistry lab in High School.
Fatu (an unorthodox Muslim from Pune), pouring the chemical into the burette: School life is almost over and the actual fun is just about to start...I mean, we'll all be in different places, doing different things...
Joe (a Phillipino and Pak mix), almost tearfully: I'm gonna miss all the fun I had here (to which I and Fatu grunt coz she had quite a long list of boyfriends)...and besides you guys won't be with me anymore...Man, I love you both...
Me (quiet till then because I was sucking an acid into a pipette): you'll have friends wherever you go (and not to mention boyfriends ) and besides meeting new people can be very exciting...
Joe (showing a lot of emotion and affection): Nobody's gonna be as good as you gals....
Fatu (rolling her eyeballs): Cut the crap please! What I meant to say is a few years from now I'll finally marry Mr.U-kno-who, Reni's gonna finally fall for someone (and I think to myself, "finally get the courage to admit that I've fallen for someone") and you'll be a great doctor...you see, all the things we thought were imposssible is going to happen...
Me: What makes you so sure?...
Fatu: You can't possibly be a nun, I can't love anybody else but him, and Joe, weeeeelllll.....
Joe: WHAT!!!? Ofcourse I'll be a great doc...
Fatu: Eeer, yea, ofcourse! It's all destined to be that way!
A "few" years have passed and Joe drifts off to the graphic designing field and sings in the church choir (I bet she finds the male lead singer cute), Fatu has found out that she can love somebody else after all and gets happily married off to another guy, and I'm still going around having only minor crushes...Life can be so unpredictable :-)...
6 comments:
Life is always unpredictable. rarely do things end up the way we want it to...
I chuckle @ myself wen i think of all da things i dared 2 dream of wen i was younger...most of them never really happened, but it kept me movin on...
Yippeeee... you're back.. :D hehe!!
Well, I watch animated movies. Nothing wrong. there's still a kid in everyone of us.. :)
I changed my link re, its not blogspot anymore. Its http://abstractpsyche.wordpress.com
though, i automatically sign into google when reading mails or blogs.
The old link would obviously redirect you to the new link. So, its fine for now. but if you have a limited internet connection. I'd suggest you to change the link in your Blogroll.
da "redirection" used to piss me off wenevr i visited ur blog...my cobwebbed brain cudn't let me kno dat changin da link wud help...nyways, i'll do just dat...
u know what woman....this really is the discovery...and of the millenium, this one...really nice blog...and damn honest...dont worry about losing your readers...now u've found a faithful one in me....and this post brought back so many memories from school...true, life can be really unpredictable and i guess thats the real joy of living...what say?
well, isn't dat wonderful?!!...i've got a college mate as a faithful blog reader....n tell ya wat?....u'r in too.....ayup! i'm surprised wen i take each turn in life....though, nasty @ times, tis beautiful da rest o da time....
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