Riqqa Carnival Randomness

Heyloo all u ppl out der...Merry Christmas (Belated:P) Damn once agn its been so long since i blogged....get so bizi wid coll dese days...assignments,presentations, tests - u name it and u hav it...but newaz read diz one its funn...:)

Once upon a time.....naha i m totally kidding...:P
But still me and aakanksha had gone to diz kewl carnival kinda thing in riqqa arnd two weeks back (Supposedly on 11th dec - day of history test) which was a totally kewlness xperience...well da plan came outta random boredom...we got down at riqqa both of us n went to eat at diz totally kewl place 'breakfast breakfast' (i no weird name but the cheese manakish is not weird) isa seski food....n den we were jus walkin wen we reached diz carnival place wich was deserted since it waz arnd 2 in da afteroon or after...so we thot of takin a small tour around :) lolz...i dun really remember da order of our random crapiness we did arnd but we had diz funny wrestling match in diz small area where i think shud hav been da jumping thingi ( i dunno wht do u call it) which was deflated at dat time:P we got diz free fulin arnd to do in diz place which had trampoline kinda nets....we took permission frm da single dude over der who was sittin in a booth...ohh we even went on da giant wheel....n were swingin da lowermost carrier...:P nd da best part was wen we went to xplore da not workin at dat time ghost house....*teehee*...i can still remember we ruined quite a few things der like...

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We drew a bindhi fer one of da ghost....:P we even cut of 2 small pieces as souvenirs from da cloth dat was tied arnd it..

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Another random ghost of dat house:p

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Der was diz other skeleton dude who waz wearing a mask of which we tore of 2 teeth again as souvenirs...:P

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The place waz greasy, darkkk, dirty and stuffy but it was fun foolin arnd inside...

I was jus thinkin imagine if sumone absent mindedly saw us movin arnd der...wht wud dey think who it wud b??? da thot cracks me up....lolzz....

However we had like assload of fun and den we finally went home after all our craziness....i wish i had time to post bout diz earlier but damn coll restricts me frm doin a lot of thinz dese days....

I m out fer now....hav fun peepz
Muah....

Frustration Gets The Better of Me

So like most of u guys no i started coll arnd 3 months back....yea it seemed so gud da fact dat i m now in coll yayzzz!!! :S
not really... i remember postin about my 1st day of coll bein completely enthusiactic bout it...but alas...dat does not xsist nemore....COLLEGE totally annoys me...!!!

I am a little more than 'totally frustrated' rite now....
Damn i was suppose to post bout diz totally kewl time me n aakanksha had at dat small carnival kind of thingi in riqqa but i dun hav time to rite....(i will post it soon though...it waz one heck of a kewl day..) but yea rite then how am i ritin diz post...? well bcoz i want to whineee....i cant help it....like a word vomit dats all i do...keep pukin whines n cribs on all da ppl whom i usually talk wid a lot...well its all bout dealin wid little issues here n der everyone keeps sayin...nd i no i aint da only one goin thru dese but stilll i dunno why i cant seem to deal wid dem....orr why i cant seem to keep my mouth shut n be normal n think life aint so tuf..yea so i wana whine bout it...yeaaa soo whtt....?!!?

Well i no wht xactly has ticked me offf soooo bloody much..its jus one thing....but all da other small random things r jus add-ons to make an already helpless situation worse...yeah more dan hating dat one thing i actually hate da fact dat i can not really do much to change it....whyyy? damnit...!!

Its like i m suddenly bein pushed to nowhere as soon as possible fer sum damn reason wich i fail to realise...nd xactly y my mind fails to cooperate wid me to move dat quickly...i m slow...i m waiitin...(for wht...? search me!) which i no is not goin to do nethin but land me into shit....nd yet i m slow! i only seem to b gettin really disappointed wid everythin...anger is like rite der..even if u mite try sayin hie fer sum ppl it pisses me off. its like i wana fite....seems like i m lukin fer reasons to yell at sumone. Its like i need a huge whack! on da head like wake up woman whts rong wid uuu??? y are u sucha typical emotional fool...why do u have to think so much and worry bout every stupid business arnd u....y not like jus breathe rite? but no....cuckud has lost it!!!

Da only options i wish i cud practice now...(none of which r possible really.)
1) hibernate totally n not wake up fer i guess eternity....
2) run away from da entire world and jus be alone...
3) ok if i cant really run away den atleast be in solitude fer somthin at sum place like a beach...(diz is weird...i hav suddenly started approvin of beaches...i dunno if ppl remember but i alwayz used to say how beaches gimme da weird vibes...)
4) beat da shit outta sumthin or jus go wild wid nethin....nethin dat wud help...

And surely....i totally seem to be cryin fer no reason...like y? prolly coz i hate bein a cry babie n da fact dat i m so sensitive makes me shed tears...or is it my anger which is like so bad nd so intense dat da fumes condense back into da water form n jus pour? or is it jus dat i m plain frustrated n hav lost it....?

nevermind....let me give u people a break n yet agn try another unsuccessful attempts of gettin a life....!!!
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Shay - The Hero

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children,the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.

After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.?
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query. The father continued. "I believe,that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child."Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,"Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone ! like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning." Shay struggled over to the team's bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits ! came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible 'cause Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly >towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher. The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game. Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home. All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay" Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third Shay, run to third" As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, "Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world. Shay didn't make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
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I hav a question...i dunno fer sum reason i dun like da fact dat ppl had to let Shay win da game on purpose...isnt dat like pity? i mean shudnt it b all bout acceptin da fact? i dunno if i asked da same way i wanted to ask but yea lemme no newaz..

End fellaz..muahh...