The 1st April Guy..

So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her eyes so wild, so pure, I am in love, I am sure. But she cares not much, For these eyes of mine, Who sought that love divine, A word I shall not touch. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her lips that say oh ho, Why her I chose, I still don’t know, My lips, Oh, do they still exist? Who knows about this? They hide that forgotten tryst. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her hair that shine and bounce, They just kill me ounce by ounce.  My hair, They don’t feel the fingers run, I miss the way she stirred, My hair into curls. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her heart that takes full pride, In doing what seems right. Look at me, my heart, A coward I have become, Just once I was rejected, Now turned into a dusty item. So she still hurts me, While she hurts me still, Her voice so sweet, so beautiful, Symphony from the harp of an angel. And my throat that takes no rest, From the cry...

A normal day at school for me was all about friends. Go to school. Reach 15 minutes earlier. And then give every friend a GRAND WELCOME. Or it would start with my entire friends circle playing football. John’s football skills really amazed me. He could do any trick one could expect in the international soccer field. What amazed me even more was that he wouldn’t go around telling everyone that he could do them. It would just take time to unfold the secrets of his wizardry. And all of us would brag about his skills. Now like in every batch in every school around the world, our batch also had its group of “mafias” and “crooks” and “dadas”. While playing in the same ground, they seemed to have an interest to play. Showing off their so called power, they entered the field and caught the ball and demanded us to make teams according to them. Naturally, we did not want to play with them. So we told them that they can’t play since it is the middle of the match. Now that one single pe...

So she still hurts me, while she hurts me still, Her eyes so wild, so pure, I am in love, i am sure. but she cares not much, for these eyes of mine who sought that love divine, a word i shall not touch... The 1st April Guy

              Friendship isn't a big thing - its a million little things. I have always been friends with everybody in the class. I always had casual talks with people in the class and sometimes used to flirt with the girls too (yeah, I flirt too)... This was probably the reason few girls started calling me Johnny Bravo... But today, this article is about boys (and i am not talking about flirting because i am not gay)... It is an incident that dates back to the mid of class 9th (I am in class 10th right now)... This is about 6-7 months ago... Our class was the last class in the corridor, and it had high windows... This was the recipe to mayhem... The spice to this recipe was that it was break time at that moment... Some of us boys stood up on the table, to look out of that high window... Now, I don't clearly remember what and who forced me or caused me to do it, but i jumped from the table to run behind someone... Now s...