The wall..

Michael Mortetti,
*An idle mind is a devil's workshop*

It was scorchin in Chennai and it was one of the hottest days of my life.I had nothing to do and was scratching my head like never before.The constraints involved in going out were way too many.....
1.lack of Cash
2.Due to the immense heat,there might be a decrease in my fairness
3.To end up getting retarded due to Heat,is the last thing i want.

I took my favourite position in my house...A rocking chair,opposite a blank wall.That wall there reflects what my mind wants next.To put it more simpler,it was a space where my thoughts would flow....

I sat on the chair....and started the contemplation process....The joy of day-dreaming is something which we all love...It takes u to great heights..One instant ur SRK,dancing with babes and holding arms with Malaika Arora Khan & in another instant ur like the Dude,the Stud taking on some 150 rowdys and giving whacky one-liners..(he-he!!!)..
But this day was absolutely different...It was not a mere day-dreaming process..it was more like an introspection...

My policy in anything is.Keep it simple...Keep it straight..Dont' complicate things.have fun... If u don't expect too much too soon..The end is Yours..and will be ok...if its' not ok..its not the end afterall...
Over the last few months,the F factor has been missing..Where has it gone...Will it return..And as always an almost mega-serial like thought came crashin on me.But truth does taste bitter..doesnt it???The fact of the matter was,again simple...the girl matter was getting to my head & my time is being slowly eaten away...

I was expecting a retaliation from my inners expecting them to shoot a defence for her..But nothing of such sort happened..The truth was dawning upon me.It wasnt shocking actually..
But love ,scientically speaking is just an imbalance of hormones of a teenager..Without second thoughts about her situation i decided to close the stage play...I picked up the phone dialled her number........The bell rang....

The clock ticks on.....The Introspection...

Michael Mortetti,
XII th grade


As seconds turned into minutes,minutes into hours ,hours into days and so on...i reached the end of my 11th grade..It wasnt' a miserable performance as I managed to copy from my friend(Venkat..Mind u he is a genius)...If it hadn't been for him,i would have been sitting in the same class room for another year or so...

The beginning of my 12th grade brought about a drastic change in me.Being the senior most batch in class in school,we were expected to set examples for the others to follow...It never struck me that all those years in my school will come to an end at the end of this year...But this was it...This is one last year to prove yourself...One last chance to reach one's zenith..One decisive call for the future...
All i wanted from this year was satisfaction...The mere satisfaction that i have done something,something constructive....something that fetches a pat on my back...something that gives you that little tinge of relief and pleasure that you have reached that place that you were always destined for.........

After an extreme amount of contemplation and thought into the pros and cons,I decided that this is going to be my year afterall....or..I am making it MY year.....