Sports, men and excitement!

Alright, a little break from the senti posts..

About the IPL madness : What is it that makes cricket such an exciting game? Especially for men? Well, I find absolutely nothing special in such a lazy game. Maybe well, cheerleaders are exciting but then men can always watch porn instead :P I certainly see no reason why cheerleaders with bouncing boobs and flashy cleavages are required to make the "gentleman's game" more interesting. :D

Football, and tennis, are the good games with well, very cute-looking men.. ;-) My favourite team is Arsenal but Christiano Ronaldo is cute. really cute.

And tennis.. ooooohhh! Federer is cool! awesome! And one mister nadal is also cute! :D

Btw, I must have sounded like a bimbette all of this post, but, I actually play tennis and squash. So, I am not that bad. :-)
And well, about cute men, who can resist! ;-)

Wavessss...

When feelings act like tides,

Inside you, that special emotion hides,

You cant get rid of it, nor can you embrace it,

The toughest is getting oneself to admit.

It is probably important to acknowledge,

Something, I’ve learnt after coming here to college,

Say it aloud, speak it out,

For its a sin, to keep yourself in doubt.

As is obvious, all good things are tough,

You can never coax yourself enough,

When love strikes you like a wave,

Only telling him will get you save(d).

Why I blog?

Today, in a very philosophical mood (thats so totally me! :P ) , I was wondering
why I write a blog.

I am not sure, but I feel some sort of closure. I know nobody reads it, but writing helps me clear up my head, give a better direction to my thought and in some cases, wrap up the confusion that has always been there in my life.

Anyway, I'll be off now..
More updates later..

ze Dude!

Alright, for the purpose of this blog, the dude mentioned in this post shall henceforth be known as Rohan (or Rohu, as I prefer to call him sometimes :D )

And he's an absolute sweety-pie. Compliments me all the time, clearly mad after me, but well, a bit shy at times.

Btw, he's amazingly intelligent. And somehow, he just knows what am thinking! :-)

Flashback 2

I must have been around 12 or 13 or maybe 14.. actually, doesn't matter.. this happened all the time.

And as I type this, I have no good polished way of telling. But I hope you understand that getting locked up in a room for hours, slapped, and worse humiliated aren't the easiest of things to write about.

And I can still see him in my dreams. nightmares.

Sometimes, I just hate my dad.

And I am back!

Lately, I've managed to submerge myself in trivial silly things like studies and been very ignorant towards my blog and its non-existent readership. Just finished my final year-end exams, hence was busy last few days. But I hope to be coming online everyday for next few days around this time...

I hope to be recounting my experiences with love and life.. hope you enjoy them (or I enjoy them 20 years down the line when I am married and all that :D ) ..

Ciao!

Say it!

I wonder how simpler and easier life could have been, if people could say things frankly, honestly and from the heart. Without hesitation, doubt or fear of rejection. I wish!

Dude (Ummm.. you deserve a post too, I'll write about you sometime soon :-) ), you also know what your heart is saying.
Say it!
(For the uninformed, refer to this post)

Am waiting.. and waiting.. ! :-)