A serial killer with a sense of humour.

I sleepily opened my car’s trunk and bent over and picked up a black plastic bag and slowly walked toward the river, digging my nose furiously, with my free hand.

I enjoy moments of solitude. No one around to stare at you digging your nose or scratch your ass, as you contemplate if he’s the next one to experience your beloved knife’s cold metal.

Yes, I’m a psychopath. I have extreme tendencies to kill, and fortunately I was smart and lucky enough to avoid run- ins with the law.

I looked around squinting sleepy eyed, to check if anyone was there. I undressed the cover to reveal six smaller bags. I looked around another time, and undressed one another cover, and picked the pair of arms and run them across my nose. Aaah, the mingled smell of a dead body and it’s perfume.

I threw the arms into the river as I stepped back and heard the convincing splash.

Next, I emptied the legs onto the array of water as I heard the water make way for its gifts from me. As I emptied the covers, there was eerie silence. It felt like the world had silenced so I could hear the river splashing as it accepted my gifts.

Lastly, I undressed the last cover; the most unacceptable of them all: the head of my last victim. I slowly picked the head and took a deep breath, and let the head roll into the water when I heard the sound that I dreaded.

I heard two splashes, and if I was not mistaken, I had only one victim today, that meant only one head, unless my victim was a greek character that had sprouted another in the meantime.

I quickly turned on my flashlight, quickly and shone it around to see who was the one who had thrown in something into the river. I had to catch hold of this guy, who could possibly have seen what I’d just fed to the river. I felt my handcuffs in my back pocket and reached out to them, as I moved in quietly, swearing under my breath.

I shone it around and found a woman dumping a pair of arms. I swore I saw it. I mean what are the odds you meet a fellow serial killer while dumping a body? I stuffed the torchlight into my pocket and fled, because being a serial killer I knew what would be your fate if you spotted a serial killer dumping a body.

I quickly made my way into my car, and tried to quickly switch them on and flee when I felt my hand stuck. I couldn’t move it.

I was wrestled to the ground, and my face was facing a torchlight, and an exceptionally strong woman.

“I promise this mouth can keep secrets” were my last words.

Well, you wish. I wasn’t dead. the next morning I woke up in this really airy and bright barn. I was handcuffed and gagged, of course. I tried my best wriggling, and squirming but handcuffs are truly difficult to come from. I can tell that from my own choices for my victims, and now, from experience, but nothing is ‘not worth a try’.

I heard some footsteps and stopped squirming. “I’m gonna have to kill you.” I protested as much as possible with non verbal actions, but she didn’t seem to get it and drew her sharp blade across my cheek.

I’m thinking you dramatically expected me to wriggle away from my handcuffs, and punch that woman in the face and save my life and this story for good, but I can assure you, none of that happened.

She stood up and picked up a few drops of my blood and walked across the room and added it to her box of laurels.

She then returned to finish her job when I did the thing that seemed most sensible at that point. I kicked her in the face.

She stumbled and cursed out loud and then there was frantic banging on the door. She grit her teeth and quickly unlocked my handcuffs, and dragged me along outside the window.

She carefully tiptoed to her car and clicked my handcuffs along with the car and sped away as fast as she could.

“So long to get you killed!” she sighed. “What were you doing at that time near the river smartie?” she asked me.

I groaned in response to tell her I couldn’t exactly speak, and she sarcastically nodded and just drove on.

After hours of driving, I realised she’d driven us back to the river. She ripped my gag off and whispered rudely into my ear, “Who are you?”

“Adam Jones, of course.”

“Haha. Why did you dump a head into the river?”

“Why did you dump a pair of arms into the river?”

“So you did see it. I should have known there was another one in the town. This is all my fault.” she sighed.

She came closer to my face; closer to the point where I could smell her breath. I’m pretty sure it smelt of Oreos.

“I give you two options, I dump you into that river, handcuffs and all, or you do what you’re told.”

“I have a death wish.”

“PFFT.” she said and slapped my blood stained cheek.

“I’m betting that changed your decision.”

“Nope.” I spat. “I want you to take these handcuffs off before I make any decision.”

“So you can take off without completing the deal, darling?” she smiled.

“The longer you stay here the more unsafe it is for both of us, and you know that.” I reminded her, feeling smug.

Sometimes, I must admit that despite my impeccable sense of bad humour, I am extremely smart at this stuff.

She sighed and gave in and unlocked my handcuffs. She whipped out her gun and waved it threateningly, conveying, ‘You run, I shoot you in the fucking head.’

“Here’s the deal. I do what you tell me but,.”

“But..?”

“..you first do what I tell you.” I said tackling her gun out of her hands and pointing it at her.

“Wow.” she said and smiled, as she accelerated the car straight into a tree.

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The Seven Accomplices.

The seven accomplices

Meet the seven accomplices of life, sins you may or may not evade. Each paragraph signifies one deadly sin, that I have not named. Try finding them.

The seven deadly sins are: Greed, Sloth, Envy, Lust, Wrath, Gluttony and Pride.

It rages in you,

I reside in you,

Every part of you.

You discover yourself,

in someone else,

and then, I shall feast on you.

 

 

I am what defines man,

desire and fulfilment,

content and tastefulness,

but is it what you deserve?

Are your needs defined

to the proportions of the sea?

 

I am what you live out of.

Shapes of your external abode,

are what I bloat.

Is the stomach an unimaginable

escape to the mental stress you are put in?

I am what you consume and what consumes you.

 

Your limbs and mind

have ceased to work,

and you shall forget

what your task is.

I shall reign your reins,

for you are a mere beast asleep.

 

Oh, you know me too well,

for I am what makes you feel the pain,

for I am the substance that burns

in you, and what makes you yearn,

plead and act. I shall help you gulp

what you feel, and most of all deserve.

 

I am what follows my closest brother,

who just stands above me.

I am what makes you act

to what injustice shall occur,

or what you yearn,

or what you pleaded of.

 

I am what follows after happiness,

or the end of a yearning.

I am who shall demean every

one that once surrounded me,

that clapped hands to a falling individual.

I am one who shall blind you of gratefulness.

 

The deadly sins (in order of the paragraphs are)

  • Lust
  • Greed
  • Glutton
  • Sloth
  • Envy
  • Wrath
  • Pride

Surviving finals week.

Allow me to quote Katy Perry,

I won’t just survive, oh you will see me thrive.

So, it’s finals week, and here I am procrastinating before math exam and writing a blog for y’all. I did my first final pretty well, and here I am, lost of motivation, and writing a blog to see if I can regain it.

There you go, tips from a nerd to survive finals week.

Finals week is pretty tough. Seriously, you got all these crazy people droning on about grades and stuff, but hey, grades don’t matter in the end, but finals sure do, and you know that. So here is a guide to acin’ it:

Time Management.

Manage your time. Seriously, this is more than enough to ace not just your final, but anything in life. I suck big time at time management, and end up staying up overnight. So, just know what you’re going to do, at exactly what time. Block your time for specific tasks, then take a break, at the required time.

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Workspace.

Clean your desk out. Make it the ‘aesthetic’ desk you’ve always wanted. A cluttered workspace make you less motivated and unwilling to do anything. Just clean it out, and it will be so much better. Also try changing studying spots, instead of studying in the same place for hours together. I’ve noticed that this helps greatly. Try studying out in the open, try your living room, and make sure you’re comfortable, but not comfy enough to doze off.

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 Distraction- free environment.

Oh, the number of times I’ve been tempted to listen to music while studying. Remove all possible distractions off your place. This will save your life. Avoid studying on your laptop, but if you have to log out off everything. Keep your phone away.  Tell your annoying brother to get out, and start studying. Hustle that ass of yours.

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Sleep.

You need your sleep and you deserve it. Go to bed as early as possible and avoid an all- nighter. It’s extremely ironic you’re getting this from me, but just let your brain rest. Sometimes, you could go to bed early, and wake up earlier than usual in the morning to study/revise.

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Bullet Journal 101

You’re probably wondering what this is. Or you already know about this, and you’re checking out my version of it.

So, I’ll get to it directly. Stating the obvious, the Bullet journal, is a Journal, but better than “a journal”. Typically, a Journal is defined as  “a daily record of news and events of a personal nature or a diary.”, but a bullet journal, is a journal that does more than that. It helps you organise your events, tasks, and appointments, very well with your own personal touch.

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a weekly spread(left) and a monthly log (right)

A bullet journal is something that you can personalise to your will, but there are some ground rules to it, though, it’s your wish to break them, again, ’cause rule breaking is fun, isn’t it?

Typically, a ‘BuJo’ consists of:

  • An Index
  • A Future Log
  • A Monthly Log
  • A Weekly Log
  • A Daily Log.
  • Trackers
  • Quotes

I’ve been Bullet Journaling for about a year. Looking, at the idea, I immediately fell in love with its concept. I’m a typical teenager with mood swings, so I can get super organised, or super disorganised in the blink of an eye. BuJoing has certainly helped me be organised, and seeing other people’s ideas and sharing, everything about it was fun.

You’re probably super confused about all the ‘logs’. Allow me to break it down.

Firstly, you have to pick a notebook. Any notebook would do. Literally, any notebook would do. Some preferences you might want to look at are:

  • At least about 200 pages
  • A Dotted/ squared notebook. (I really wouldn’t recommend a ruled one, but again it’s your notebook, so your say.)
  • Typically, people would use the Leuchtturm1917, or the RhodiaWebNotebook of A5 paper, but seriously, just any notebook that you’re comfortable with would do.
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2018’s Bullet journal.

For 2017’s I used an unruled notebook of about 300 pages. For one thing, do not use a diary. Like, I’ve seen people use it, and see then get frustrated and stop midway, so it’s not a great idea.

Moving on, open your notebook and smell that ish. Aah, the smell of a new book. Now grab a pen and write your name on the first page. and some extra details of your own. For example, I wrote a poem of Noor Unnahar’s that tells me how much potential I contain. Then, you will need to write your ‘Key’. This will be a set of symbols, which you will be using for your journal.

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Now, skip about two pages (this’ll be your index) and gear up for some real art work. Grab some markers and welcome 2018. ‘Hello 2018’ or your ‘Goals’ or some inspiring stuff like ‘The year of Shash’ (get the ‘The Middle’ reference ;)).

 

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2018’s welcoming.;)

After this is done, you do the future log. The future log, is for making a note of your future events and appointments. Sketch out the calendar for the year, and mark  birthdays, and other upcoming events, as they come by.

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Now, for the index. Start marking page numbers , at the right bottom corner. Start page one from the future log. and go on. You will need to mark it with your hand or get a book that already has page numbers.

After the future log, get started with your monthly log. your monthly log consists of, a spread of the month, where you can note down events, for the following month.

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monthly log

Next, comes your weekly log. Your weekly log is an overview of the week. Here, you can merge your daily and weekly log, allowing you note down your tasks as well as events, for the day, and also review your week.

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a weekly spread(left) and a monthly log (right)
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a daily log I tried, it went quite well, and helped in better organisation

I only use the merged version of weekly/ daily log, because I generally don’t have a very elaborate day, but if you’re a busy person, you might wanna consider using the daily log to plan better .

Then, come the trackers, Your trackers can be to track literally anything. Habit tracker, Water Consumption tracker, Spend tracker, Books you’ve read, Movies you’ve watched/ wanna watch.  You can draw out these trackers next to your weekly log, or monthly log or track on a daily basis too.

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a study tracker I made.

Trackers are a great way to become more organised. You can add inspirational quotes, poems, or even some thoughts and feelings of your own. I sometimes write my own poems in my BuJo, like this one below.

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So, that’s all I got. Remember, this is your journal and feel free to doodle, paint, brush letter or do it the neat scheduled way, just give it your personalised touch. Also, if you did try out the BuJo, you can share how it went with me 🙂

Pro Tip: If you wanna share how your BuJo went, to all, you might wanna consider sharing it on you social media, especially Instagram, where you get to see other people’s works too. You can also find mine!

 

Five Hobbies That You Can Develop As A Teenager.

Being a teenager is fun, you know there’s friends to hang out with, fun things to do, and then, there’s school too. Whilst all this there are so many skills you can develop that’d be fun.

So here, I’ve made a list of stuff that’d be fun to do as a teenager!

1.Photography

Photography is fun and I think clicking pictures that’d last, would be very fun. Being a kid, I hated being pictured, but now I enjoy both picturing others and being photographed myself. It’s just fun, being able to discover your aesthetic, artistic, and creative sense! You can peep my Instagram for some photography.

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Are you hungry yet?

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That’s me being creative, and trying to picture some biscuits like macaroons. Also, Fingernail game on point. *note the sarcasm*

2. Calligraphy

Learner and Doer of Calligraphy, personally Calligraphy is my stress bust for the day. I just like moving all those delicate brushes through the paper to bring out some beautiful piece of handwriting. It’s just something that one can never stop to develop.

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That’s a blending fail.

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This is a good one though. Again, fingernails are ugly.

3. Mandala drawing, Zentagle, Doodling

All these three are something that’ll make you creative beyond limit. At least that’s what I believe in. They’re super fun to do and something that you weave on the spot. I’ve started off with these quite recently, and find it extremely enjoyable.

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My first ever Mandala. Dear Mandala experts, I’m in for some criticising. There’s millions of ways I could improve.

4.Origami

I know you’re all like, “No! That’s for kids!”, but as far as it’s concerned, even adults can try it. It’s just fun, and a great way to play with paper.

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Here’s this cute origami bookmark that I made!

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And this one, by my brother! You can find the tutorial here.

5. Music/ Poetry/ Writing

I know they’re all different things, but honing just one of these skills is going to fun enough, and enjoyable, and turns out I’m into all of these.

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That’s some poetry by me.

Also, I’m writing something on Wattpad!

The poet.

 “Our hearts are caged, 

and are banging on cell doors​, 

to be let out free, 

to live fulfillment,

and freedom,

to live of love,

to live of rage,

Of colors,

Of fire,

Of magic.”

 To find out more about the poem scroll on to my story: “The Poet.” http://my.w.tt/UiNb/PEj3K5nlVF

Poetic rants.

Rants are a part of life. There’s nothing you can do about it. There’s actually something extremely intriguing about it. It’s how you do it that matters. Not why you’re doing it. Or even if there are opinions that conflict these.

So I found ways to doing this. And one way that really relieved me is either making poetry or reading. You can also find this on my Instagram.https://www.instagram.com/p/BXz7iuAFf69/

“Broken”

“Broken”- We’re all a little broken,

Broken in our own way,

But the last time I checked,

Broken crayons still color.
We’re all a little alone,

Aloned by people,

But you still have yourself,

To bring some cheer into your way.
We’re all a little hated,

Hated for our real,

But the last person I spoke to,

Told me I am loved.
We’re all a little jealous,

Jealous cause why not me?

But your time will come when you take chances.
We’re all a little joyful,

Joyful cause it’s life,

Live it and experience every emotion.

-Shashvathi S Hariharan

And then, she gave in;

Gave in her strength and stopped holding herself back.

She let those tears roll down her cheeks, those cheeks that had never been wet by tears.

As the water hit her face, she moaned. They collided and hit the floor

Invaluable and precious tears that could’ve shed for something better,

rather than this. – Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Strange”

Her soul was a strange one.

A mixture of the strangest, yet beautiful things.

Strange? What is strange? Strange  is falling in love with the unique things. Unique things that people don’t notice, notice the beauty in them.

She loved the gloom of the rain.

She loved the aftermath of rain- everything about it..

She loved books, the smell, the feel, the way she could escape reality.

She loved the eyes of people, the way each one could convey what it’s been through.

She was special, unique and strange yet beautiful.

She knew that beauty wasn’t on the outside,

It was on the inside, and the inside is what matters.

She was strange, yet beautiful on the inside.- Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Cared”

She just cared so much.

So much, for everything.

It was just part of her,

And that was why she got hurt.

People knew she cared, and they took her for granted.

She would bend down to give a hand and people would tread on her hand.

She knew she’d  have to change, but it’s easier said than done.

And then the day dawned, she’d had enough.

Sh told herself “Enough”.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

“Colors”

Our life is a surge of colors.

We are in ourself, a beautiful rainbow.

Have you seen a rainbow?

It’s beautiful! And, it’s made of a lot of colors.

Colors that depict beauhy of itself.

Sometimes, you’re a bright yellow, to light up someone’s day.

And then, sometimes you’re a pretty pink, just too beautiful to handle.

I’ma red too, too spicy and rude to be human.

But then there’s blue when you feel deep in the dumps.

And the worst feared- black.

I feel black, dark and lonely.

I feel alone.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

Extremes” and another one I didn’t name. Meh.

Have you ever noticed, sometimes in life you’re either gasping for breath either because you’re laughing way too hard or you’re crying way too hard. The extremes always leave you breathless.

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Sometimes I wished life was a lot simpler,

But I have come to understand that,

If life decided to collapse, it would collapse gracefully,

And rebuild itself with utmost strength.

Strength, that will uphold it next time. -Shashvathi S Hariharan

Sometimes life has come to a point, where crying, talking or poetry don’t mean anything more.

She took a deep breath.

It would be the last adventure of her life.

She let her feet slip,

And she soared.

She felt pumped once and for last.- Shashvathi S Hariharan.

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And then silence prevailed.

They got closer and closer. And almost everything had come to order.

She felt complete.-Shashvathi S Hariharan

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That’s not all. I’ve written lots of other which I’ve misplaced and will take 84 years to find. So the next blog I’d probably get more.

A tip for over thinkers.

Are you SiCk anD TiReD oF OVerThiNking? Well, here’sthe solution for you…

Just kidding.

Well, yeah I do have a solution, but not for stopping it. For reducing it and being more reasonable about what you think. Or rather, OVerThiNk.

*Drumroll*

Music is the key. 

Put on headphones and start studying, and you will procrastinate. And as you procrastinate, start thinking about how shitty your day has been. Whatever music it may be, it’s gonna make you feel better.

If it’s Happy, it will give you good vibes and you know, get you to the positive things that happened today.

If it’s Sad, well, just cry it out. Make sure you have some tissues and some ice cream and the Air Conditioner switched on for extra effect. And if you’re a writer, take your journal and write poetry, or just write about the day with maximum profanity.

It it’s peppy, turn up the volume to the highest and jump around your room like a lunatic, well, at least till the neighbors complain what a noisy vermin you are. Or, just start laughing as though your crush just told you a joke. Yeah. I mean, just fake it. Laugh till your stomach aches, or until your younger brother comes to check on you if you’re okay.

Or if you want extra extra effect, complete all your work and go to bed like super early. And then, put on headphones and think. Or you could do the following things:

  • Cry silently
  • Scream into the pillow
  • Cry loudly, and wait for everyone to burst into your room, and then when they ask why, tell them “Nothing.” with a dramatic sniff.
  • Orrrrr, best of all. Take your phone and text your friend/ mom aaand …Rant your butt off. 

The last one has a lot of bonus points, especially if it’s your friend. Cause now they know what a cry baby you are.😂😂

Disclaimer: This blog has been written with a lot of humor. But that doesn’t mean it’s a joke. It’s just humor- ised so my readers can have a good time. And also, follow these without any shame.

 Also, to make you feel better, I do all of these. Be rest assured.

26 puns that are kissable.

You know you’ve failed life when you realize that you have failed to write a pun blog. And be rest assured, puns aren’t simple jokes that you just laugh at and move on. They’re beautiful jokes that are modified to make sure, they have two or more sides to them. 

If you know me well, you’d know that I have a spiritual connection with them. And I can relate to them on the highest spirituality level as possible. So, you have the authoritative stamp by the queen of puns. (Yes, that’s me.)

I know that’s a bad pun. I hope you can bear that.😉

“I know ju lying. It ain’t here yet.”


Gloomy days argon. Chemistrical puns are here​.

I energy. Positive energy. OMG. I PROTON.

What happens when you fart in an art gallery? It becomes a fart gallery.😫😂


Ran ran go away. Come again another day.

Can you change your mind, before getting a brain transplant?”

Are you stoned?

Then the dentist advised him to go to Mt. Brushmore.

Sure. Ring ’em up

And I love you a latte.

But they’re also down to earth.

And he’s getting roast.

Justin Bieber be like “What Do You Mean?”

Ice cube be like, I was water before, I just got cooler.

Don’t be shelfish.

Her voice was horse.

The pen said “You have a point.”

DAY- UUUUM.

Eggsactly.

And then the noodle shouted “You IMPASTA, get outta here before you get roasted.”

Dab some soap into your hands and clean ’em up!

“I feel- HIC!- woozy and- HIC!- cheezhy.” said the cheese.

Dumble.

Dumble Door

“Sho(u)cks!”

AANNNND….*drumroll* I love you guys a latte. Have a good daytrogen.

The antics of 7D: probably the most lively people you’d ever meet!

Let’s be honest, if it wasn’t for the seventh grade with these beautiful, talented and fun classmates, I wouldn’t have actually learnt many exciting stuff.

Our class, 7D is probably the most exciting, intelligent, and noisiest class you’d ever come by, and frankly, I love it the way it is.

To all those teachers who think our class is ‘The worst’, useless, noisy and all other qualities you’d put in the list of ‘Worst Qualities’, we’re sorry you feel that way, but now it’s our turn to sing our praise, as it’s high time, we have a say.

This class has two prefects. Shreya Das: One of my Best Friends, who has a very bad sense of humor 😋, but still is the funnest person to hang out with. Shreya Das, I’m happy your vocal cords have widened by trying to hush up this class, but anyways, great job.

Saketh: Dude, you seriously got to open up a little more, but anyways great job at shutting the dirty jokes, and nasty puns, and also leaving out a few to giggle at.
⏪Let’s Rewind a bit, to the day the prefects were chosen and how I missed by a whisker. Bright morning, hopeful day. So, the day kicks off with our “April Class- Teacher” coming in and handing out timetables. Then, he tells people with the all-A grade- report- cards to stand up for prefect nomination. I stand up (okay, I’m NOT showing- off) and we have a small election.

This day, was a very hurtful one as people whom I thought were friends, ditched me. So we have the votes rolling in. 

I’d never forget this day. I remember everything that happened and what people said in quotes. So, to those people who ditched me, don’t think I’d forget. I remember everything you did and said, like it was yesterday. Readers, I’m sorry I’m making this sound like a tape on 13RW, but this day was when I was seriously hurt.

So we have the votes rolling in. First, we have a girl called Annika who gets seven votes. Then, it’s Shruti (my BFF) whom, I know was again seriously hurt by those people who ditched her too. I’m sorry Shruti. Then, we have me. Frankly, I was surprised. When my name was announced, I found many hands going up as votes. I had 15 votes. But, one more surprising thing I found was many of my friends hadn’t raised their hands. 

To those people who voted for me and thought I deserved a chance to be prefect. Thank you. And I really owe you guys a lot.

Next, Shreya Das. I’m sorry Shreya, but this was the moment when I felt a surge of hate, anger and jealousy, because when your name was announced, all of MY friends raised hands and I’d missed my chance of being prefect. You’d gotten 17 votes. So there you go, that’s how I got to know the true colors of many people, and also threw my wish of being prefect in the dumps. That day, I’d learnt that to be a leader, you’d have to know who’s your friend and who’s your foe.

Okay, back to present. I’m going to give you some names of people who have made my year very exciting and worth it. 

  • Shruti: I have a whole(Aarghh..another pun)blog about how we met and about how we both are inseparable souls now. My partner- in- crime and hobby- partner, thanks for making the year worth it.
  • Shreya Das: My Best Friend and the one who solved disputes between me and Shruti. And as said before,she has a horrible sense of humor, but still some are worth giggling at.
  • Asvika: Yeah, don’t worry. You’re in too. You are simply badass and thanks for roping me in those fun music- sharing sessions and helping me with other stuff.❤❤❤
  • Shreya Sanoj: Thanks for being sensible and giving us some good advice on how handle a few morons, and you know what? Thanks for teaching me how to eat a little faster.( I haven’t told you that before.😋😋)
  • Uthra: Thanks for helping me revive when I’ve been a complete cry baby, and being a beautiful friend.

Some more fun people to hang out with were people like Varshita, Chandana, Padmasree, Revaa who could weave out a spontaneous joke out of almost anything.

I didn’t forget the boys. They’re next.

  • Aadhithyaa: Thanks for teasing me all the time and also, thanks for letting me tease you too. By the way, (Psst Psst) thanks for making horrible jokes​ about people whom I was completely pissed at. You certainly, were an idiot, who kinda made the year funny for me.
  • Hemanth: Dude, your sense of humor is simply heavenly. Yeah, it doesn’t exist. Just kidding. I enjoy your jokes. Again, thanks for making the whole year a big laugh.
  • Aakash: Credit for the jokes and puns and the teasing. The one who manages to make a whole lot of pun with a simple thing. Thanks for making me understand a few of those😋😋.
  • Rohit: The sensible one. Thanks for bringing some sense into some idiots.

Well, let’s not forget Bharadhwaaj, who’s tagline is “Aiyooo Poi”, that literally means “Aye, LIES!!”, and the best part is it’s always in the right context, so there’s more to giggle at.😂.

Shout out to Vignesh for having good comebacks with people who teased him. Well, let’s just say I liked the humor in it. That certainly is a talent: Sass+ Humor.

7D hail!! As I conclude, this blog, all I want is to stay with these talented idiots to bring a little cheer into my life, ’cause sometimes you need to let loose right?

Also, to those people who think I left your name out, I did not. I remember you, but I think if I mentioned all of you guys this blog would take quite a lot of time to publish. So, big shout out to the whole of 7D!! Also, here’s something, all of you guys matter, whatever people say, the whole of 7D sure made a big difference in my life. Thanks for teaching me how to have fun.