VAMUSHKA.... Yamma Yamma...

It was bad enough when it was a fact Shah Rukh Khan can't act worth a damn.

Now it seems the fucker can't speak straight either. Have you seen this shit filled ad with Preity Zinta where he poses as a Russian, an Arab and an asshole with sunflowers?
Here's how it starts:

SRK: (driving up to her in Xing car, pokes stupid-ass head out window) "OI VAMUSHKA! Sinyomah gushka mushka?!..."(motions for a drive)
Preity : (declines, no real surprises)
SRK: "BLOODYVOSTOK!!!!" *dumbass*

Cut to next scene.
SRK: (driving in same car as Arab with stupid ass headband)
"AAYYEEYAMMMA yamma yammmaa hariyamm??? "
Preity: "Fuck off"

Cut to next scene, it's a field
(drives up as an asshole....this time gets OUT like an asshole, holds up sunflowers like an asshole, trying his best to put a sexy face but failing and instead looking like he just lost his front teeth. But this time he's smarter. Says nothing, just offers flowers)
Preity: "Fuck off, I got a field full here."
(Dejectedly, heads back, almost gets in)
Preity: Oh, fuck it all. Let's go already. Maybe I'll geta chance to drop your ass off a cliff. For the sake of women everywhere"
(I think that's the most logical reason she'd want to ride with him. For the life of me I can't think of any other.)

When v bid Adios....!!!

I was just talking to a friend of mine today, someone who graduates from high school this year. And the conversation turned to parting. We've all been there, done that. Stood there, on that last day of school...on a day like that, it doesn't matter whether you hated school or loved it, whether you just passed your exams or came out top of your class. All that matters is the sudden nostalgia that hits you, even when you're still standing there with all the people you went to school with. All that matters is those memories, which flood your brain, memories of studying for exams, panicking over unfinished homework, working side by side on the big, year ending, annual school musical, chilling during lunch break, losing races and having a hearty laugh about it on Sports Day, sitting in the back row and spending the entire class talking nonsense, getting caught for it, getting yelled at for it...all that.

And so much more.

And in the blink of an eye, somehow, all those memories flood your brain. And you look around at the people you've spent the last 10 odd years of your life with, the people you've literally GROWN UP with, in every sense of the word. And there's real beauty in that moment. That moment holds, for each of us, an epiphany. We have it right there and then, even if we don't realize it instantly. There will never be another place quite like school, we realize. We'll never love or hate or FEEL so PASSIONATELY about anything else like we feel about school. About how we hated our dorky uniforms but at the same time loved the almost ceremonial act of putting on our school blazer...-------admit it-----, you thought it was cool and all grown up to put on a jacket! It's a beautiful little epiphany, it's a rite of passage. As clichéd as it sounds, its the closing of a chapter, the start of a new one. There has never been as much possibility anywhere else as there is in that single moment. But where there is brand new possibility, there is also uncertainty. There is also fear.

All our lives, in school, we were protected. Things were done for us...everything was ordered, everything was so settled, so...ARRANGED. There was no uncertainty. We bitched about homework, but we never went to bed worried about an uncertain tomorrow or a shaky future. The luxuries of childhood, something we can never quite enjoy ever again.

But the possibility and promise of a great new adventure always overcomes fear...thank God for that. But in that moment, along with nostalgia, along with the possibility, along with the epiphany, along with the fear (it's a complex moment, yes)...there is also, ultimately sadness. All these people we've grown up with, all these people we've stood shoulder to shoulder with... we make promises to stay in touch, we hug each other, we shake hands, we're never going to forget each other we say.

And yet, somehow, we do.

A lot of them, we haven't seen since then. Some of them, we don't even know what they're doing. Some of them are still our best friends. Some of them, let's face it, we'll probably never seen again. Thinking about it even now, all these years (seven and a half) after leaving school, it still makes me want to cry sometimes. But yet, the sadness is kinda beautiful too. Because everytime you remember, you smile. Everytime you remember, you realize one thing.

You belonged, and will always belong to something special. Something beautiful.

So, as school ends for you Anirudh, i'm going to toss you a few clichés. I guess the only reason a cliché is a cliché is because nothing fits a particular situation quite like it does. So Anirudh.

Never forget

At the same time, don't judge whatever you do next in terms of..."school was so awesome, this'll suck"

Live

Do what you love...love what you do, or you're in trouble. I learned this the hard way.

And most importantly, remember one thing. No matter what, your school friends (aside from your family) are the people who knew you first, in fact they might know you better than your family, because they see your devious side too. Your school friends...they're your first friends. There will be friends as awesome as them. But they'll never be the same as them.
So...cherish.

C'est la vie....

We're lazy, that's what we are. Everytime something a little out of the usual happens, something that's either ironic or funny or sad or just plain blip-on-the-radar-dish, we're so lazy, we couldn't be bothered to judge it or figure it out... All we do is smile and say "Thats life"

"C'est la vie"

So life, apparently, is waking up at 7 a.m. Monday morning and turning the tap on a bit too hard, so water drenches your shorts...

Life is someone walking in with chocolate cake just when you feel like eating some.

Life is falling for someone and finding out they're already seeing someone else.

Life is a traffic jam when you're already late (it's like raaaeeeeyainnn, on your wedding day and all that).

Life is a baby shitting on your brand new shirt while it grins at you...

"C'est la vie"

Can't categorize or figure something out? Couldn't be bothered?
Just toss it into the box labelled "Life"

Damn we're lazy.