cogitated thoughts

The thing with maintaining a blog is that half the time I end up writing because I'm tired of seeing the same starting line of the last entry everytime I visit MY blog (to check out what MY written material looks on screen and all that sort of a thing).I was just lying around on my bed thinking deeply about how the week had gone, thinking... about the HORRIBLE organic chemistry test that I wrote today, wondering if I could have humanly screwed it up any more(sigh!). Can't really blame me though. The whole week is spent in keeping up with school or writing records or something so...where is the time to study for a test? And the reason gains even more justification when the subject for the test is organic chemistry!

My tuition batch consists of roughly about 26 students. Young, zealous, waiting to be moulded, desperate to learn more... are some of the characteristics that you might link with a bunch of 16,17 (18??) year olds. Well, look at it optimistically(as my dad would say) . You might have been even further away from the truth. Except for the young part, the other parts are pure elephant's shit.Zealous be damned and desperate to learn? YE GODS! I've never seen a more disinterested bunch of gargoyles.For example, today for the test; only half the class turned up;and out of the half that did turn up 5 people gave up on the one and a half hour test after about ahem.. 20 minutes. And mind you this is a drastic improvement; back in April it used to be 10 minutes and believe me I'm (for once) NOT exaggerating. Not that they are dumb or anything...just plain disinterested and I hate it when I've to sit for 3 hours in the sort of environment where everyone looks like hey its Buffy the vampire slayer time and look its the return of the decaying zombies!!The chemistry teacher obviously doesnt offer big time contribution since, as a bonus, I also get to hear her drawl on forever about the preparation of RDX!!( I mean to say RDX,the explosive)what the hell were those CBSE dudes and dudettes thinking anyway? Anyone would think that they wanted India to be full of terrorists or kidnappers(yeh, we did cholroform too) .

I know what you are thinking (you= general junta)..you are thinking get a life ya moron! If you don't have anything to write about then say it straight! But alas! the numerous history papers that I've written in my previous years of err ''education'' make sure that I say anything 'if and only if' I've about a gazillion ways of beating around the bush and then slowly, gradually WHEN the need arises, make half hearted attempts to get to the point! The fact is, that my life currently revolves (or apparently revolves) around academics; so bear with moi woes, fellow earthlings is all I can say.

Anyway you can let the fresh air in now; I just caught sight of the Floyd-Relics album on my table. The music has a slight weirdness to it but then it is Floyd and whats more, its brilliant!There is this song called 'remember a day' that is currently on my hitlist.

Climb your favorite apple tree
Try to catch the sun
Hide from your little brother's gun
Dream yourself away
-Floyd.

 


There is a definite increase in the entropy of my room. The main cause might ofcourse be the ''recent'' (they finished today!) set of tests that I had . The whole week, needless to say has been about a series of equations, reactions, derivations, weird mechanisms involving a salamander's and cockroach's nutrition intake and digestive system respectively. It has ofcourse, also been about my classmates and I endlessly ranting about how 'we wished we could lay our hands on that idiot Gauss who couldnt mind his own business and had to go around making laws about electric flux; and that moron who invented integration' and blah blah but then, thats really pretty normal; I can't, technically speaking call it exam paranoia. What I infer about 12th std till now is that the major thing for you to do is to write tests.Class tests, cumulative tests, tuition tests, unit tests...you would think they would atleast run out of names or something but they just keep experiencing brilliance and when they run out of suitable prefixes for 'tests' they just replace the word tests with exams and voila my life is about 50 times more miserable!!
 
So obviously my room is in a complete state of chaos. All the people I know (for eg:relatives, friends blah) have this tendency of giving me their old books right after they are done with their academic year. They tell me that they have only ''my best interests at heart'' but I KNOW BETTER there's no room for thrash in my room, you dope; so you take it! is what they are really thinking.

I've been listening to the beatles and stuff and honestly some of their stuff's really good! I mean half the time people are just discrediting them because they are supposed to be like the jhang jhang types and not the pukka fundoo rock that is ''in'' these days. But its like real nice and acoustic; atleast some of their stuff is and hell they've about a gazillion albums! If all of them turned out right I would probably get scared and chuck listening to them!The best part is that my dads always liked them and all so I would've heard most of the tapes that I'm listening to (voluntarily) now. I love it when stuff like that happens, like you think that you are going to listen to a song for the first time but you find that you already know the words and the tune and stuff  and its even better if you end up liking the music! Currently theres this song called blackbird on. Here are some of the words:
 
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Ah how could I forget; I still havent come to the sob story part!( general message: that means that the parts till now dont categorize as sob storyish. Right ho! just making things a little clear for the uninitiated). Those cable tv maddy geese have gone on some strike or something so no cable tv and to think I had been nurturing hopes of seeing atleast the news( talking  about desperation, I wonder how my friends from school manage...they have only dd1 now that would classify as UNDILUTED TORTURE!!) on my two-week-something old tv which I haven't experienced whole heartedly yet.
The phone's dead as well. The only thing that is left is the power supply but then it had its share of (F*****) cuts all through my goddamn tests.

All this activation of unused energy has made me hungry so I'll go now...sit around listen to the beatles and go speak sweet words to my mum so she'll fix me a snack.