My study to have a cool life is so much varied.
Reading books on Indian public administration (rather sleep) along with complicated mechatronics (I am really screwed).
Mastering the art of making perfectly circular chapattis (excluding the beginners luck I bet you won’t get that before practicing for at least 100 times) and how not to cry while cutting onions [ :( ].
Tasting the fire (fire shots) and to feel the satisfactory air (not good for lungs).
Learning how to talk to weird strangers {(some of them are nice, they gave me lift on their vehicles) (i am so mean)} and finding the 101 reasons to talk to cute girls (a need of every not so smart guy like me).
Manipulating ambitions (from less to the most enjoyable one) and inspiring friends that they can achieve anything in their life (totally sarcastically).
Cursing god for the things which i don’t possess (better to be an atheist) and wishing for the most unpractical objects (like Angelina Jolie).
Thinking stuffs for the writing (but ultimately ends up with blank mind) and if I think something by pressurising my small mind, result will be totally non sense and stupendous.
Playing with three naughty kids (who are beating me with any item they got in the hand, is that really called ‘’playing’’) and adapting the smiling face when their parents were telling crucial facts about the children’s
{e.g.: Payal aunty: Hey you know Rhea started eating vegetables but she don’t like sweet things and she started saying papa but not mama and……
Fried me: Really aunty, that’s great…ok aunty…wow aunty….ok…..aunty Rhea is crying (…phew…sigh)}.
Eating various cuisines, I just love food and so I tried a very new section, it’s called animal foods (yup I tasted pedigree, it’s so bad).
Experiment is the key to real wisdom. My biological science experiments are so interesting; it’s been watched and appreciated by many children’s. I just dissected a big green worm or say a very big caterpillar till its death (so much of green fluid came out….that’s sad….but fun).
Head banging in concerts, genre which I feeble understand (I go to metal concerts just to have pain in my neck and back).Actually in my sense metal is just like shouting with music.
And many more things which i can't say publicly.
This is my lyf.
These are the stupid stuffs I do (with intentions and sometimes it just happened), but it’s worth nothing but just happiness. I want to do more new things; I want to climb mountains, play extreme adventure sports, tour de world (for tasting everything), and turn my passions into a reality.
It seems i'm mad.Hope i don't look so.But i love the way i am.
stay mad.
