Undue Cele-brat

If you've been following this blog rather closely, you'd probably notice that it rarely mentions people. Neither does it discuss events, though the rarity is only so very slightly less profound in this case. Also, whenever these taboos have been violated, the circumstances have been quite distressing, and in a certain case or two, rather exhilarating.

So when this friend of mine reminded me that the midsems were up and coming, and I ought to post something on this page as it was the ripest time to do so, I decided to give the aforementioned rules a whack-on-the-back, and try to mention a couple of people and events in my life. As you see, I already did that in the first sentence of this paragraph, and therefore I am a nice guy.

Life has been quite boring these days, with nothing but friends to keep my mind away from the sheer emptiness of this canister. Friends probably play the most important role in the life of a superbly underperforming weird geek who is living away from his family in a place where he regularly comes across people whose lives he finds interesting. These people, I think I would like to emulate, but then my subconscious suddenly becomes superconscious and reminds me of the fact that I hate being part of a mob. Being compared in any characterstic to a group of people. Being assigned a stereotype.

I have always tried to be different. Consciously or subconsciously, I don't know. But still, different. Different to the extent being called uncool. Given a shit to the limit that people actually voice their concerns. Taking a whole lot of crap from people who believe that they are probably the best critics on anything that might catch their fancy. Made fun of because I know too many things and don't fear to tell them to people around me.

Anyway, I have also learnt to give a shit to whatever people might say. Who the fuck cares has sort of become my motto in life. Not that this is great or something, but till the point of time everything is going fine, who the fuck cares...

So coming back to the point of mentioning people and places, I went out with a couple of friends to this pub tonight, while the rest of my friends are up to their necks in photocopied notes and despicable books. Not that they like them or anything. They just pretend to. Not that I care or anything... I just celebrated the fuckin midsems!!

Anyway, coming back to the pub thing, when somebody remarks that I would look totally out of place in a public place with my current getup, which includes a "feminine" hairstyle, a dirty shirt and oversize jeans torn to fit my ankles, I'd be ready to tell him that I give a fuck, and I just tend to celebrate this way. However, if you are a cute girl making this remark, I'd very well get a hair cut, and offer to take you out. Just make sure you can handle my mind, for it lives on its own rules, and that is one thing I am perfectly fine with.

Cheers!