DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love Again

Yes, this Usher ft. Pitbull charts topping track is my topic to nail and no I haven’t purchased the copyrights to use this song (I am so brave hearted). Actually you’ll find the aroma of love under this post and Usher enhances the quality of my post.

Remember (not The Titans) Ishita? Yes, the one who gave me a life changing lesson. After analyzing what she did was wrong, she tried to make up with me. A flood of sorry SMS’es ruined my cute teddy wallpaper. I had to talk to her to stop this I-cannot-see-my-wallpaper torture. I messaged her to meet me at 7 in the evening outside the society. It was 7:40 pm and I was returning from a get together when I saw someone in my way. Green top and black jeans were heading towards me. Curiosity clinched me and I moved faster and so was the green top and black jeans. Milliseconds before the person encased within it could come into my visibility area, a name echoed in my empty head Ishita. Yes, indeed the green top and black jeans were Ishita. Girl was looking amazing like she always look but this time she was quite different, maybe the aura of night made her more pretty (yeah yeah, envy me). I totally forgot about her, damn my remembering skills. Expecting a shout pretty much fabricated with loud abuses, I prepared myself for the consequences.


Me – Hey there. How are you? Sorry to keep you waiting like this, I got caught up with some work.
Ishita – Not a problem, it’s fine. So are you free now?
Me (won’t she kill me?) – Yeah! So what’s the deal?


An apology with a puppy face came right into my face which indeed melt my heart. I retained my crush. I accepted her cutest sorry and we now were moving to our respective homes. In the middle of our ongoing conversation, she asked me “hey Mani would you like to go to Disc with her, RPM, Vasant Vihar?” Shocked me was standing in the middle of the road. She asked me for disc. Wow. What should I say? Should I go? Yes of course I should go. She tried to decipher my silence and replied in a low tone “Yes, I can understand. You’re a mumma’s boy. I’ll go by my own.” I laughed and said quickly "yes I would love to go (among several, another mistake which I still am repenting over)."

College isn't College Without Them

I dedicate this post to two people who supported me when I was in the middle of nowhere. Names are kept discreet and so are their faces.

It was my first day of college when They came up to me and asked firmly First year? I with a gently tone replied (which I shouldn't have) Yes. With a smile on their face They appreciated my modesty and said Chal ragging de, we're from second year. Considering that people might read my blog I won't mention what They made me do. PS: It still hurts. From the very first day I restrain myself, kept a very low profile when They were around, instead of taking the short way to canteen I use to travel the entire periphery of college, why? Because They were in my way to canteen. Screw Them, were the words which usually slips out of my tongue. Good morning Sir, good morning ma’am was the alloted greetings which I was asked to give them whenever They finds me. A semester passed away and still I had to show them my modesty. It was a perpetual question which I use to ask myself. My thoughts of uneven questions came to a halt soon during the End Terms examination for 2nd semester when sir and ma’am helped me with my bleak academics. My mind was perplexed after the latest helpful deed by Them. They not only provide me the notes but also cleared my concepts about the subject and marking scheme adapted by the university and freaking college. They’re good no They’re great as person. This was the first time I prejudiced someone and literally got wrong. Soon we started gelling up. We got perfectly blend into each other (I can see water in your mouth. I am not talking about samosa or bred pakoda).


My class is one heck of a place enriched with swine’s with a typical low mentality. Throwing a personal comment on me is their most enjoyable pass time. This vexes me, but someone (my Twitter Mom) once said to me “there is a limit to the number of dogs you can quiet... Let barking dogs bark at random....” Considering it as an apt philosophy for my college life I made a change into my attitude towards them, I call it—Ignorance a Bliss. Nice na!?!