Finally A Man Now.......

First of all, I am sorry for not posting for such a long time. Apparently, playing football, hanging out with friends etcetera were more interesting to me. However, now I am back to doing what I love, WRITE. Secondly, I am not going to continue the previous post simply because of the fact that I am not in a mood to. So here I am, my life transforming into one of hardships, stress and many more things.

My classes have started and I have to travel a long distance to get there. Well, in actuality its not that long, considering how much people travel, but it is long for a tenth standard pass student (Yes I will surely pass in the boards) Whenever, my dad used to come home, he would always be tired and I would wonder what he was tired about. I mean, air conditioned office, sitting before a computer for 8 hours. Sounded fun to me. However, now I realize why he was tired. It was the TRAVELLING. My dad travels a bit more than what I do now. And I can assure you, travelling is not that fun. I mean, I was under the impression that travelling by trains or buses was fun. That was because, whenever I traveled with my mom, it was either a Sunday or it was afternoon. Basically, there was no rush at that time.

However, my classes timings are such that they leave students by 9 which isn't a very good time to board a train and that too from Andheri!!! The first day, while returning, I tried to board a train. I could barely get inside and was hanging by the pole. To ensure that my first outing wouldn't be my last, I got down and waited for another one. Then came a Virar train. Boarding it was out of question. I finally got onto the next train, which came 15 minutes late, which helped actually as there wasn't much rush. The second day was worse. I managed to get into the train that came, but did not even have an inch to move my legs.

Well the experience was an enriching one, and I will have to keep doing it for 2 years at least. I am proud of myself that I can do all this on my own. I know it isn't much, but I feel really feel proud about it. Its like I am Finally A Man Now.......

GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS.....

Yes, my obsession with the opposite sex continues. Yes, people may call me 'desperate' or whatever but I am not going to talk about their 'hair' or 'eyes' or 'smile' or 'dimples' etc. I am just going to talk about the quality or rather power that is given to every girl that we boys, of our clan detest, the power to REJECT!

I know this post of mine is not going to bring me any female fans. Rather I am at risk of losing some of them. ( if there are any) I personally, haven't come across any rejections from girls in my life, but it feels like I know everything about it from my friends.

I know that there are very few 'good' boys left in this world, but the problem is that girls just fail to know who are the good ones and the bad ones. At least girls of my age do not understand. This age is very bad for relationships. You get into a relationship with a girl, purely on the basis of looks, not even caring what her nature is like. And friends of mine fail to understand when a girl is serious or is just using him. Yes, times have changed. Girls have become equally bad as boys. It is so hard to find a good girl in this universe. If you are lucky enough, you will find a good girl.

However, I am not going to talk about how bad girls can get after relationships, it will be continued in part II of this post. I am going to talk about how bad girls can be before relationships.

I comply with the power that the universe has provided to females, the power of rejection. To be fair to the girls, they deserve that power as they cannot accept any tom. dick and harry that proposes to them. They are entitled to that power, but what troubles me is the pride that girls take in rejecting someone. I am not talking about all girls, but girls in general. And if the girls want to stick to that argument that, only few are like that, then even we can say that. I mean, I know girls who take pride in the number of boys that they have rejected. I understand that they can reject whoever they want, but who the hell gives them the right to have pride on that? They just do the easier part in pre-relationship part, accept or reject. However, the tough part is done by the boys. Why can't they have some respect for the guts of a boy and not make fun of him, by increasing their count of rejections and boasting about it? Who gave them the right to do that?

P.S- The post-relationship part will be continued.......