Trackless + Respect for you

I have this thing that happens to me quite often. I lose track of "what happened which day". It's weird. Something that happened today, I somehow feel that it happened 1-2 days ago. :P

And to this girl I think is the most adorable...I want to tell you that you are a strong, lovely person. Do not ever say that you are not deserving and shit like that. I believe you will do marvels in life and I want to know you better and help you out. I want to lend a shoulder. And you are NEVER weak. Just remember that. And I know it'll be hard to move on but it's possible and you'll go through this phase. You are a heck of a creative person and I respect you so much. Just be the person you are, stick to your beliefs. :) I have no clue whether you are reading this, but I love you and want you to stay along the next 2 yrs at school. :)



That's all for now...I'll go back dig into that trigonometry sum.

SAM B

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It's 6.50 in the morning. I slept over at Ujaan's last night.

I'm back now. There's a Julius Caesar test at school today and I have no idea about the chapter. NO IDEA! All because I was busy writing that poem ;) Well jokes aside, I really didn't WANT to read the thing. She makes it soo boring and uninteresting that you feel like skipping Caesar.

So, I'm guessing I'm going to whack out today at english class. :P

Oh wait, maybe I'll go through the thing once now.

Im off,

Bye
SAM B

Send me to hell.

I feel like giving myself a tight slap on both my damned cheeks. I was the world's most greediest and jealous person alive today. I am ashamed. Golu you were soo right in saying I am the most jealous prick.

As if I don't get to eat. Damned what happens to me when I lay my eyes on food. I have no control. I suck at it. I should be ashamed. I am. From today, NO STARING AT FOOD AND STOP BEHAVING LIKE YOU DON'T GET TO EAT. AND STOP BEING STUPID. GAWD, THE REPENTANCE. :|

Bloody damned me.

:(


Hate myself.

I should be drowned and burnt and then sprayed with peppermint. Curses on me.

The Last one.

He said it today. He swore he would not touch it again. He swore that this would be his last taste of nicotine. He swore he would never again light one and blow out the circles with the biggest smile of satisfaction on his face. This wasn't the first time he did swear. But this time we begged. We knew that his lungs would soon be caked with tar and this would be the end. But we were helpless. All we did was begged. And all he did was promise. Time after time. Until we somehow started letting loose the rope that tied him to us. But we loved him and still begged.

There was a reason behind every Cigarette he inhaled. As if the world was in a better mood, as if at that time there was nobody other than him, the marlboro sealed between his lips and his endless thoughts that circled through his mind. 


For him, it was the same old words from every person who knew that he was slowly slipping away. The same "Don't do it. Do this one thing for me and quit what you're doing". He would listen. And maybe feel bad about hurting the said person. For not living up to his expectations. But that was all. The next step he couldn't do. Maybe he didn't try hard enough. It was all so confusing to him. And the solution to being in a dilemma again was that cylindrical pipe that he felt would relieve him of all the miseries. That would break him away from what was going around him. He would then promise that this was his last.


It all happened again. And in the end, he sneaked out to the balcony; and hesitantly savored his promised last Cigarrete again. 


The cycle still continues....


*This was inspired by an article I was reading that day about smoking as an addiction and how hard it is to leave it behind. I would love to hear your reactions*


Thanks for stopping by,


SAM B

Because I was forced to post. :P

Golu this one is for you because you begged kid. :P

The header above is from a dance performance which had less of dancing and more of drama in it. Doing the function was a learning experience. The person with me in that picture is Sonali Mashi who is an exceptional dancer and a choreographer as well. The dance was mainly based on bits of freestyle rabindranritya and bits of manipuri. The drama is based on Rabindranath's  dance-drama Chandalika. It's a dramatic story and has a very important message of judging a person not by her race, her color but purely by the human being she is. It says things like - Every person around you has the same blood flowing through his/her body ... so how do we call someone to be a low-caste person or someone to be superior!

I am sleepy. Very very sleepy and my partially open eyes are not helping so I'll call it a day.

Thanks for stopping by,

Night. Later

SAM B

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Im a bit busy now....A new post coming sooon

till then,

Love

SAM B