I made this for you.
Happens to me often
(Source: ccal, via violetview)
As much as I agree that yes, there are problems in our world that should be getting worked on and fixed I think it’s equally important for us to remember that the people running our world are still just that. People. And it is just as vital for them to take the time to live their lives and enjoy such experiences as frolicking around the yard with their dog. If the people running our world were to not experience such fleeting moments of compassion for other beings in their lives, then how would you expect them to ever feel any for us in any instance?I can’t believe this is what our president and vice president spend their time on. We’re in 15 trillion dollars of debt, and millions of people are homeless, and abortion is still legal, and instead of signing bills to fix these things our president is doing this. Well I’m glad you’re having fun, you fucking bitch. Fuck the United States. /rant
The UPA government needs a dog in their yard.
(Source: theobamajog)
Does anyone feel like Skyping right now?
I’ve been up since 2 am. This is my first tryst with insomnia in months. As the first rays of light peer through the windows, I think to myself:
The day has come.
I never thought I’d be this nervous. To be honest, after I’d given them I felt my exams had gone really well. Alas such is time’s affect on human thinking. Time can find lost pieces of the puzzles of long ago, and yet erode the freshest of memories.
I can’t remember how I fared.
All this while, my body has been buzzing with energy. Perhaps it’s the adrenaline coursing through my pains. Or may be its the fear that’s keeping me from sleeping. Whatever the reason, my eyes are wide and dry.
It’s 6:35 now. About four and a half hours to go. I remember the last time I got to know about my board result. I was in the gym, making the effort to lose all the fat that had accumulated around my torso during exam season; I was doing my crunches when my father walked in, pulled me up from the bench, and hugged me.
A 9.8 CGPA. Even I couldn’t believe my eyes as I gazed at the text my mother sent him.
I hope it’s the same this time around. Even to the point that I want to be in the gym at 11, doing crunches and receive a text message from my mother telling me my score. Is it because I’m superstitious, or because I’m too scared and apprehensive to do it myself?
Its 9:47 now. I get a call from my aunt, asking me my score. Score? Wasn’t it supposed to come out at 11? She asks me to check it. I rush and grab my laptop, open it, and pray long and hard as the shitty Windows 7 opens up slowly. Its funny how God is closest to us when we want something from him, right?
www.cbse.nic.in fails to open the first time. I refresh the page and wait with bated breath.
An incredible, absolutely ridiculous, completely unimaginable 95.25%.
And my weakest subject, Math? That was my highest score. 98.
98.
98.
I’m sorry if I’m being a bit narcissistic. But I have never got a 98 in math. Heck I never got an 89.
In comparison, I got a 17 in the mid terms, and 55 in the exam before this one.
This calls for a little celebration.
Mind you, I have no idea who these people are. But I think they’re celebrating my existence.
I’m over Uranus right now, because the moon was too low.
That is all.
Saamir Askari
Keeps wanting more since 1994
