Stupidly Yours...

Being at the same place at the same time isnt such a big co-incidence, specially if you are living in Nainital.The thing about Nainital is that it has a lake surrounded by hills from all sides. And the area around the lake is where all the action is.
It was straight after our class 12th boards exams, a normal evening after exams. I was strolling with my friend Pran and here I saw her, with her friend Rimi. I looked towards Pran, "Do you remember Shruti" , He said .Off-course I remembered her but this time I was seeing her after a gap of two years,and looking so pretty, so feminine, so graceful.
I had been knowing Shruti since the time we were in class 10.Two of my friends(who didnt get along with each other) had a crush on her. So with them I had chased her, followed her,stalked her and passed all kind of messeges during school fates. I remember being threatened by 3 self proclaimed 'DADAs' of my class ".
But this time it was different,this time I wasnt following her, not with any of my crazy friend's at least.Was I smitten........? I guess I was. I crossed her once, then again, The 3rd time I saw her she was inside a retaurant, I wanted to see her for as long as possible so we also went in the same restaurant even though we were stuffed after having two plates of momos.We chose to sit on the opposite table, I was directly facing her still not confident enough to look into her eyes directly(frankly i cudnt , as she rarely looked in my direction).
The next few days were full of crazy infatuation, one where you start beleiving in the power of love. Before sleeping every night I used to think about her and wiah that i would see her again tomorrow. I was following this almost religiously and it worked each and every time I thought hard about her I actually saw her the next day. Was it telepathy, thats what I thought it was.And my beleif in telepathy grew stronger with every passing day, as it worked for me .
Then I didnt see her for a few days, I thought about her harder. But the telepathy wasnt working.I still had faith but it wasnt working, then I gave up. I learnt from some sources that she was out of station. One day when I least expected i saw her, crossing the mall with her sister. "I love her .." I said to myself and and was mesmerised by her innocent face, How I wished her to look at me, but probably she wasnt even aware about my existance(or maybe just aware in a very insignificant way)i wanted to see her again but she had gone, I turned back she had walked a good 15-20 metres in that time. I wanted to see her again, but i didnt want to go back( that would look too cheap), So for some reason in that moment of madness I decided to run(not directly back) , but to take the entire lake round, I ran, really hard, I wish that was a marathon entire lake round in 12 minutes flat, before sho coult take the diversion to her house.
I saw her again, I slowed down coz I wanted to see her as long as possible I slowed down. She also saw me, but probably didnt notice that she had seen me just 12 minutes back. "I love her I said to myself , and continued running until I reached my house.

Yeah I'm Uncool.........

Yeah Im UNCOOL..........Im sick and tired of being told the same thing over and over again.
Not that I dont want to be cool ,or Ive never tried to be cool, its just that i lose enthusiasm after some time. Mainly because i dont understand what cool is , and the wierd criteria people have for being cool or otherwise.
Wearing a striped shirt is uncool.....................who cares.
Its uncool not to fag and booze..................I tried , but im better off sober.
Its Uncool to tuck ur shirt in......................I care a damn.
Its uncool not to have a girlfriend............wat can i say?
Its uncool not to have ur own Blog..................That makes sense, I can afford to have my own blog , though not entirely for being cool.

But what do I blog upon, Im not a technical wizard to make a tech oriented blog, sports , hobbies.....................there are too many of them.
So what do I blog on......................The answer is as simple as I like it to be.
Myself.....................my own stupid or whatever You may like to call that.