School Life Nostalgia

Disclaimer: The teacher in the picture may be looking like a lady, but actually she is not. I didn’t get that kind of picture that had a male teacher. Feminists who would show intolerance and would claim that I am disrespecting the whole”female” race, please take a note.😁😁

On a usual day , it was raining outside and a question was raised in our Social Studies lecture by Devasya sir who was nicknamed as ‘cartoon’ with #respect that why the death rate in India in the early 20th  century was much more than that during the later period of the same. Honestly, no one was interested in answering that question, in fact, none were interested in listening to what “Cartoon” was saying, but it wasn’t our fault.

The beauty of the atmosphere attracted every person, especially, the chirping of birds, greenery in its full charisma, water droplets diving from the tree leaves in a chronic manner and not to forget or ignore the frequency of electricity cutoffs. It sounded like the atmosphere was lavishly spreading her beauty, as if she were a girl in her teens, showing off her pretty perky pink top upto her knees in vanity, her round silver earings, her sapphire pyjamas, her lips and most importantly the smile she wore that would make anyone bite on her cheeks. They say, that to know the present better, you need to know the history . But in our case these all sayings turned fake and the miraculous nature proved to be real.

And in this majestic atmosphere, Devasya sir, our S.S teacher, making us learn so soporific history, wearing his pants up to his chest which ended barely to his ankle, sleeves not starting from his shoulders which gave him adverse fitting , giving absolute justice to his nickname ‘Cartoon’, starred at the students as if he knew that he was being ignored, and started to look annoyed, when I ,not uncommon from my classmates or my friends, but was a bit different as I was enthufooliastic(enthusiastic fool),looked at one of my best friends and bench mate Nisang, giving him expressions that I probably knew the answer. He being too mischievous, encouraged me to answer.

My classmates never discouraged me to answer as it mostly became a factor of humour among them and I too appreciated that quality in me. So I raised my finger to answer sir’s question. Sir noticed me and found my answer that the death rate was more because of the freedom movements taking place in the early 20th century in India. It could have been better if I would have ignored that encouragement and knew its reason. As I was done answering, sir looked shocked and annoyed at me and the whole class and shouted “ Is this the way I teach you all in class, you morons , look at you all ,look at this guy ,he has been sleeping through this whole lecture on the first bench. You all get out. Get out of my class!!” and that was all that my friends wanted. All jumped out of their benches as if any snake had come up under. All thanked me and when I saw Nisang’s face, he winked and then I knew that it was his plan for encouraging me and I too appreciated him by winking him back. And then from nowhere came KT, our own Kishan Thakar who slapped our asses to make us do something stupid.


Funny News : Blast At Istanbul : New Xbox One : 29/06/16

Indternational News

Blast At Istanbul : Really Turkey is on fire

Who left the gas on? Who..who..who.. John, now how’re we going to celebrate Christmas. This is our first Christmas together. I’ve only given you 1 responsibility and sobs) [behind every women’s failure in cooking there’s a man]

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Romeo And Juliet….Relationships Redifined


Thanks to blogger Antara Nandi, I’ve reached to this beautiful but thoughtful but senti-ful but plentiful and written by a fool quote.

Romeo and Juliet weren’t lucky they were born between 15-17th century..when there were no internet and they died because. of love(so heart breaking…like heart made up of chains). If they were born internet period they would’ve met on facebook, start chat on insta, committed because of whatsapp and downloaded stickers of their Chunnu and Munnu (their child names) on Hike and broke up to each other because of found cheating on each other on snapchat. After 10 days..found new Romeo or new Juliet and #eat #chat #relationship #breakUp #repeat

Humorous Day 28/06/16




Month of June is officially declared as black month in history of Europe. (The Offcial is founder member of revolutionary blog Kishan Thakar, so true(That must be your comment idiots)) First as we all know Britain has left EU and saved 350 Million Pound to Eu (Our Unofficial Reporter Officially proclaim  that that money is going to aid BBC for shut down his lazy mouth and save world from lazy and boring British News anchors (so true)). So day of BREXIT’ll known as independence day. (This news is officialese by descendant of  Sir Newton. They also hate and don’t follow Einstein’s theory of relativity. First and main reason he is not British and second of all he has a funny hairstyle and British people don’t believe to do or follow any kind of fun – Racist Quote 0000001)

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Celebration Of International YOGA Day

Conversation Between Bros

Tip: Eat Patanjali Noodles before yoga, it’ll free your body just like boiled noodles. You’ll feel no muscles in your body. Side Effect: Winking Eyes.



My Favorite Yoga Of All Time:


How I killed him

I,been constantly running from my issues
Tears were coming and I needed some tissues
It wasn’t handcuffs and restriction
It was a mere case of introspection

He was born and built inside me
When envy and fear stood beside me
He was nothing but the Inferiority complex
And he never dampened but became convex

About success and failure which are the things which matter
I had achieved many, but were only the latter
To be back with a bang was my decision
Filling my mind with madness and ambition

People always underestimated me and so did I
Didn’t grab the opportunity with a hopeless sigh
Mind sometimes rebelled, but intact was my self
I knew,an ethical penny is better than much unctuous pelf

Rather than being sorry for myself
Finding tenacity and chutzpah inside, after a delf
I uppishly clinched to go for a chase
Coz slow and steady wins the race

Here I am , living with no regrets
Killing all my elapsed debts
Not money, it was the inferiority complex
A debt which was metamorphosing convex

Conclusion: Having turned down everywhere in life, I was feeling kinda inferior. But one                             day I made a little girl smile by giving her a piece. That day a realized that we                             all matter and this world is a puzzle and we all are a part of it and are                                           equal.Guys, I don’t feel inferior now, and now I am going to propose                                             Priyanka Chopra….wish me luck!!!