Truth’s experiment with ME

A knowledgeable person understands that, only half of what said is true. And a wise person finds out which half is true.

The above sentence has the least connection with the rest of the article

NOTE: this is not an auto biography…

Ah! The world has lot of things to teach us. We have lot of things to learn every day. Blah blah blah… all this we know. But the fact that remains hidden is, whether, what we learn is truth or false. Truth is a hidden fact. Confusing rite? That’s how truth is. I guess.

Truth is interesting and equally is false. But the combination of both these, in the same situation is awesome.

Let me put out a few AWESOME experiences from my life.

From the moment I started talking, as a kid, I was told “no lies, please!!” I believe that this is the case with everyone of us. And as I grew, the opportunity to lie grew along with me. But even now, I am told” NO LIES, PLEASE!!” This eventually proves that I still lie. But I don’t have an option, do I?

One of the most happening lie that I lie is, pick up my dad’s cell phone and say “oh hello uncle! Dad has not taken his cell phone with him today. I‘ll surely tell him that you called” in this case, the lie is, my father will definitely be around or I may not even bother to get back on the “I’ll surely tell him” part of the conversation.

The next one, this happened to me when I was in class nine, I went on a temple tour for around 10days. In one of the temples where, our group performed the flower decoration (pushpabishegam) for the idol. I got to sit very close to the idol and witness this. To my surprise I clapped. Later on When I was talking about the day to one elderly friend (Mr. Uncle), I mocked at my own action, as if it was done by a third person. And when Mr. Uncle asked me “so, what is wrong in clapping, that’s also a way of expressing devotion”. After some silence, I said “it was me, who clapped” he said “I know, I saw”.

After my visit to COPENHAGEN, a few of my friends often ask “how did u manage your language there??” Yes they mean my English. It’s because they have not heard me speak good English or I have not made them hear it. That’s when I thought

Truth is the sweetest thing that would ever taste bitter.

But the most recent experiment of truth with me is interesting, the above article;

• The first sentence may have a lot of connections with the rest of the things that follow it
• This may end up being a very important part of my autobiography
• Truth is a hidden fact. May not even be so confusing
• My dad might not even have a cell phone
• This article may not have even been written by me

Yours truly

Its ME

3.9999 YEARS

Happy days-> people make days happy and those happy days make people happier, and this true only until the day is yours.

Today was the first day in my entire 3.9999 yrs of my college life, when i wished tomorrow should nt be a holiday. I have a lot of things to do; 5minutes to finish all of them is just not enough. I am ruthlessly robbed.

My first two years at college were bad, the last two years were good (without considering the so called last day). Every phase of life comes to an end, but I am being forced to end it now.

My last day list was
• Wanted to visit all those memorable places where I spent these 3.9999 yrs
• Wanted to go and spend some time with pals of other departments
• Take a few pictures
• Have those heavy lunches
• Visit my department teachers and sub staffs
• Give a tight hug to all my pals wishing them wishes
• Go sit near the window, looking towards the class and say to myself “I never thought people will look so beautiful even when they cry”.

My last day turned out to be,
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Blank

I dint even get to say bye to my friends.

If I have one more day in that place (not that it would satisfy my thirst) going to class just to cut them, having water because the previous hour was too dull, making funny noises, fights, lunches, escapes from blockie, shavings with shampoo, etcetc..

I doubt whether in the whole world I would ever meet people like my friends again who laugh at all my non sense, make me feel happy, support when there seems to be less hope and

like me being myself, again

3.9999 years, my college life ll possibly never be complete. 4years not over,,,,,,,

I love u all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(to sjce EEE 2006 to 2010)

for EVERYTHING else

People often say “we laugh at the thought of days we cried and vice versa” it happens, very often, but do we remember the days when we were doing both at the same time. We learn during those days, not that we don’t during others, but the thought of those days gives us more thoughts and it becomes a cycle. It is obvious that we are peddling it but what to do, many obvious things are not more obvious.

For example,
Happy New Year!!!!!!!! Each time I wish my loved ones, I am reminded of THE days of my life in the year 2009. My nomination to the COP15 at Denmark. It was awesome; I learned a lot, I was celebrated. Wishes poured in from all corners, I was sponsored by my college, and gifts came in. AWESOME;

I got my nomination when my address proof was “u knock the door, I open it”, leave alone the passport, I dint even have my birth certificate, in a span of 25 days everything was ready. Again, AWESOME;

I took the flight, went down. Everything was new, completely new.

• People crossed the roads only at zebra crossings and don't spit on roads
  •I was charged Rs100 for LU, oh my god, imagine how much would food cost
  •Trains ran on time & buses had a perfectly followed timetable
  •The house where I stayed had wooden floorings, I remember seeing wooden floors only at badminton courts
  •Policemen dint have a belly
  •BENZ RUN AS TAXIS
  •Lots more… Again, AWESOME;

When I went to my room, threw my luggage down, sat on the couch, looked around, for the first time that evening, I was happy that, that is not home. Everything became different so fast, everything from the plug point to the tissue paper in the toilets to the air conditioners to the food to the room with no one except me and most of all, MANY MORE.

Basic things that made my life for all these years were missing. Like, my mom shouting “DINNER READY”, my dad’s “GO, GO AND STUDY”, my brother’s” I AM HAVING THE FIRST DOSAI” my friends’ WASSUP text message, which meant” hey its almost lunch time and I haven’t got a single message from u”. These actions would have irritated me at some point of time, but when I missed them I was irritated more.

During the trip I learned a lot. More than learning about tackling climate change I learned about tackling my emotions.

It was after all this, I realized FOR EVERYTHING ELSE THERE IS MASTER CARD.