We’re not all super clever, mum

In India if you want to be an engineering student, you give the JEE(Main) and then JEE(Advanced). They’re super difficult and they’re out of 360 marks, and if anyone in India decides to undertake this extremely stressful task of taking the Mains and the rest, you have my full respect.

One of my best friends gave these last year(when I gave my law entrance). But not being satisfied with his result, he decided to take a year off and studying again. Let me just tell you how much I respect that, because even though I was unhappy with my results, I could never in my life have the strength to give that same exam again after studying for a whole year. I just couldn’t.

So it was time for his exam again. And he was so stressed, and I get that. The results for the Mains came two days back and he scored a 170 out of a possible 360. The cutoff for giving the Advanced was 105. So he cleared it by a huge margin. And I was so so proud. He had given up a year to do something I never in my life could, and for that I was so very proud. Another boy living in my building gave the same exam and scored pretty well. So at dinner, we were sitting and discussing all this:

Me:Yeah, my friend’s done so well. A 170.
Mom:But that’s after a gap year, right?
Me:Yeah. He worked hard.
Mom:Yeah but he had a whole year, he should’ve scored like a 300.
Me:It’s tough.
Mom:(scoffs) That’s no excuse.
Me:More than half the people at my college are people who’ve taken a gap year and yet they did rubbish.
Mom:(shrugs) They must’ve not studied. (glares) Why are you taking his side anyway?

Okay mum, let’s get one thing clear. Everyone isn’t as clever as you. Everyone wasn’t the school captain, and the debate champion, and everything else. Why am I taking his side? Because he’s my friend. And I’ll say again, I’m so proud. When I told him how upset I was with my score and my college options, he told me to re-take the exam. I said no, I can’t. I cant’t do it again because I know if I couldn’t do it once, I can’t do it again.
The amount of anger I felt at her during that conversation was not fathomable. She’s always judging people based on her intelligence capacity, which is a lot just to put it out there.

I told the parents that my last trimester exam was going to be a tough one and my only hopes were to pass:

Dad:Why? Why won’t it go good?
Me:Cause it’s tough.
Mom:Yeah, but why?
Me:The theories are not understandable. Its complete nonsense.
Dad:You should’ve asked the professor.
Me:He knows nothing.
Dad:(angry) Never say that.
Me:It’s not my fault he doesn’t know shit.
Mom:Just go study.

What do they think I do the whole day? When I say I can’t understand a normal reaction would be, ‘Okay, you’ll do fine next time. Just get through this.’ But no,we all need to be super clever, don’t we parents everywhere?

Open your eyes and realise your kids can be a lot more than some intelligent student.

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You’re Hella Gay!

I have no words to describe this extremely, extremely lovable friendship!
I would love to sit here and describe this but the internet’s already done such a brilliant job, so here you go!

Meet Las Vegas high school student Jacob Lescenski, who just asked his best friend Anthony Martinez to prom. The best part of the extravagant proposal is that Jacob is straight, and Anthony is gay.

Jacob popped the big question by unfurling a large banner that read “You’re hella gay, I’m hella str8, but you’re like my brother so be my d8!”

“He’s a real man,” Anthony said of Jacob in a post, “given that he has the guts to fulfill my gay student council dream of always helping out planning dances, and never getting asked. I couldn’t ask for a better person in my life.”

“I decided on going to prom alone because my original date idea didn’t work out so well,” Jacob told NewNowNext. “Then one night I saw Anthony, who is my best friend, Tweeting about wanting a date. I then thought about how amazing of a guy he is and that he deserved a date. So, I came up with the poster idea, asked my friend Mia to make it and asked him that next day. No one knew about it except for me, my friend Jamie, and Mia (who made the poster). Therefore it was a giant surprise to everyone, especially Anthony!”

“I just always wanted a date,” says Anthony, “but I knew being gay, and knowing I’m too busy for guys, no gay guy would ask me to a dance, let alone prom. So like any teen I complained about it on Twitter. On April 21 I was down at lunch selling prom tickets and I went upstairs to go to class and saw this giant poster and assumed it was for another person… until I read ‘You’re hella gay.’”

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PS-If you’re against homosexual people, please get off my blog

Love is a polaroid

What is love really? Having a girlfriend/boyfriend? Being married? ‘Staying with someone for the rest of your life?’
Nah

Love is whatever you want it to be.
Love is singing even if its just in the shower,
Love is cooking even if you’re burning half the things in the kitchen,

Or blogging, or playing video games all day, or bunking college(yes it is!)

Love is pictures, and photos and videos of loved ones. Posters, and books and shirts of your favourite TV show.
And when this is love,
Love is all you need;

The Boy In the Elevator.

She stood yawning in the corner of the elevator. She despised early morning class. It was completely against the laws of nature. As the elevator conductor waited for the tiny box to fill up, she looked around to see who else was riding with her.

It was then she saw him. He had a broken hand tied up in a plaster covered with get well soon messages. She looked up to see one of the cutest faces she had seen in a very long time. He had beautiful brown eyes, beautiful to the extent that she couldn’t stop staring. He laughed as his friend riding with him shared some joke with him. She found herself grinning at his beautiful smile.

She sighed. She was never going to see this beautiful stranger again. As they reached the 6th floor, she expected he was going to get off(all the cute boys came from the management course of the university). And suddenly, the elevator halted with a loud thud and the whole box went black.

“Woah!”, she heard someone bang their head hard into hers as the elevator halted. For a moment, all she felt was dizziness and the feeling of her world blacking out. Then light hit her eyes and she struggled to stand up straight. “I’m so sorry! I did not see you there!”, she placed a hand on her head and slowly opened her eyes to see the brown-eyed, broken-handed stranger flashing his phone’s torch in her face. “Are you okay? My hand hit your head pretty hard.”, he looked at her with concern. “I’m fine. It’s no problem.”, she smiled weakly at him.

The elevator conductor announced that it would be half an hour before a technician reached them. She sighed and looked over at the watch on her wrist. “Dammit!”, she muttered. “What’s wrong?”, brown-eyed, broken-handed stranger asked her. “My exam starts in half an hour.”, she shook her head. He looked at her with empathy. “Missed few myself.”, he replied pointing to his broken hand. “How did that happen?”, and with that they were talking.

She found herself talking extremely comfortably with him. He would smile that wonderful smile and she could feel her insides melting. And then the half an hour was over. They were back in the open and he wished her a best of luck for her exam and headed off. For two whole minutes she just stood there. Taking in the beautiful stranger’s presence and his everything. That’s when it hit her. She had to know his name! She turned around the corner he had just gone, and felt her excitement levels rise when she saw him standing, looking so beautiful outside the conference room. She was that close to walking over to him when she saw a tall, pretty girl walk over to him and kiss him.

She held back tears and she didn’t even know why. She didn’t know this stranger! But as she turned around to walk away, she looked up one last time and could’ve sworn she saw him look right at her with tears and sadness.

Five

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Five.
Just a number.
The number of days I approve of college(because I hate going on Saturdays).
My favourite season of Supernatural.
The number of years I’ve been a Barcelona fan.
The time I usually Skype my best friend.

Also, the number of years since I’ve had this really insignificant blog.
So I started it when I was 13(the name, obviously), and my main gigantic reason for this was because my best friend had a blog.
And believe me when I say, that girl is beyond genius.

So she had this brilliant blog, and I wanted one to. So I had one.
If you read anything here, you’d see the older posts are really, really old. They’re also written by a kid, so not some of my best work.

So here’s hoping my writing become’s better, and that it’ll keep becoming better, because what am I if I can’t write?

P.S-My best friend has always been my inspiration, so if you even a tiny miny bit like what I write, you’ve got to follow her blog. She isn’t the most regular blogger, but those stories are mind-freaking-blowing.

Here’s the link! https://anvita14.wordpress.com