Oh, well.

I can't believe I've been tagged again. No, make that by you, again.

Random humour
‘The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere is that they haven’t tried to contact us.’
Ironically funny. Calvin and Hobbes, I shall never tire of the two of you.

Random book
Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier. A must-read.

Random boredom
I’m never too bored in college. It’s the hols that get to me. And that boredom is just incurable. I lie around, crib and complain and wait for the hols to get over.

Random worries
Sigh. I’m too afraid. Too afraid of what I may say and what may happen as a result. Too afraid not to say it. Same reason.
I don’t study enough. HELP!
That I may never know what it is that I really want. Or worse, think of the wrong thing to be what I really want. (Is it worse? Pretty much the same, I guess.)

Random memories
A classroom. Sad. Really not the first thing that should come to my mind. Sigh. It matters little now, yes. No, that’s not bravado.
Rain. Frusto. One umbrella. And pretending to study while watching the rain.
Neets and I gobbling down pulao in our school canteen. I still remember the menu and the specials. (Yes, I will call you up sometime. I’m a self-absorbed jerk, I know.)
Colouring carrots (don’t ask me why!) with an orange crayon in LKG. And getting appreciative glances from a classmate for doing it so well.
Playing cricket with Karthik.
Asking Karthik to teach me painting in class 2. (A brilliant artist and my childhood friend. Don’t know what the adult Karthik is like at all. Strangely, I like it that way.) His instructions- Dip the brush in water. Next, wipe it on your trousers.
Turning round and round till I became giddy and then helplessly sitting down and laughing away. (Gosh, I had a fun childhood.)

Random realizations
I am cowed down and intimidated easily and will soon believe that someone else is better than I am. Must keep reminding myself that I’m not all that bad. And that I needn’t play second fiddle to anybody. Not easy; no. I can justify myself for suffering from the second fiddle syndrome, but, what the heck.
I’m cheerful. Have managed to remain optimistic despite everything. Can’t believe that I’m still a die-hard romantic at heart. Maybe you’re just born that way and it isn’t life that changes you or anything…
I shall die when college gets over. God, help me, please. I shall miss all of them, including the ones who drive me round the bend now.

I tag Trivik, Rishabh (who pointed out last time that I hadn't tagged him!) and Sudhir (who's been kind enough to comment on most of my posts despite me ignoring his blog for quite a while-Hey, I do read it. On Google Reader. Do keep commenting. I shall respond in kind, I promise!)