“Get out of my house”-Dad….”Sure thing….first find me another 3 bedroom flat…fully furnished”-Me

sds_rebels_450 I’m home….its 1 30 in the night…..our family of 4 jus visited my aunt’s place…my fav aunt that is….and umm….a few stuff happened which i cant get outta my head…so im literally forced to blog in…coz i got no diary 😦 … look guys im gonna take this out on u…and this one is soooo damn long….so be very patient while readin it ….. jus bear with it or drag ur mouse over and click the cross button on your lefthand top corner(ada cha…one yr aa we mugged STAR OFFICE….and the language stuck with me 😦 ….ena da life idhu….i wasted one yr learnin how to left and right click with a mouse…ironically this is wat every 12std comp group learns…height of hopelessness….no wonder guys “ogle”(one girl told me tht word…ogle….sight nu simple a solama periya iva nu nenapu :p ….okay okay no tension ri…jus kidding) at girls….we know how to left and right click!!! and coz u make us “learn” that for a year we got nothin to do….hence we guys face “dangerous” consequences by ogling….shabba ena ma justification…hopeless again)

Now to the main matter….Thursday evening was at anu’s place…Friday football with PJ cr7 and GV and their bus seniors…sama game…our team lost 6-8….in my debut match(for this team :p ) i scored 4 goals….so overall happy…sama like our team played…jus a bit unlucky to miss a few easy ones…..we guys decide to go to juiceshop nearby….i drink 2 sprites 3 lemon juices and 1 chocolate milk(okay okay….kannu vekadhinga)…come back home after dropping PJ….patha mom shoves oru plate full of rice and COMMANDS …”EAT”….to top it all i drink lots of water….seri i go get the box where chips is “hidden” at home…patha mum shouts “ivlo veggies irukum podhu y chips”…and she grabs the box and hides it….i feel like crying ( :p )…eat half the food and apdiyae stomach says podhum…look at mom….look at plate….eat without another look….now the reason is ….mom and dad HATE football….we got sum history for tht…tho initially dad was like”how was d game?” he got a look from mom and like all dads was forced to shut up…ilana sapadu kadaikadhu la :p ….anyways they totally dont like me playing….and mum’s like “we work so haaaard for u…to ensure that ur future is bright”…and dad says same thing differently….i defend saying”i havent played in 2 months dad….ive given it up for u”….Next morning i wake at 8 and sound comes “look at me and ur mother….look at how hard we work”(tape recorder madri)….now for all those who have had cramps in ur thighs and have fallen down while playing and got ur knee hurt…u ll kno how hard it is to get up next day….to top it all mom teams up with dad and they gang up on me….and it definitely hurts if u got a younger sibling who is waay too studious than wats good….okay so she got a 100 in math science social and ll probably(no…she surely will) kick my arse in the boards(so wat? doesnt bother me….dunno y it bothers them so much) it hurts much more when u constantly get that “ur the elder one….ur the guy…u ve got to take up the responsibility”(screw responsibility πŸ˜› ….its not as tho im not responsible okay….i jus wanna have my share of fun too….afterall u get to work na aprom game over…period)it hurts when they make me look like a loose canon…..ahhhh Eminem-“These ideas are nightmares to white parents….whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings….like watever they say has no bearing…its so scary in a house tht allows no swearing…to see him walking around with his headphones blaring…alone in his own cold zone and he dont caring”…..now this did happen….linkin park in my stereo system with its blasting noise and chester goes “Given uuuuuuuuuuuup”….mom gives me this look tht says”MY SON Has gone MAD….plz help”….since then i ve taken to headphones….even when im not listening….so i get to i pretend i dont hear them :P…. all this over emphasis on “elder one””responsibility””commitment””sincerity””hardwork” can actually screw u up….def does screw me up….u shouldve seen mom’s look at my gpa…. 8.6(she goes pale)…..wait till she finds out this sem’s gpa(ha!!)

hell ppl…every turn i get this reminder…and so do u….”we re paying 1 lakh a yr for ur education”….okay so i dint get into anna university….it was my dream….i worked real hard for it…cudve taken IT der….din want to…and yea i jus missed it coz of pure dumb badluck….and “its like the weight of the world…i feel like my neck is breaking…should i give up or try to live up to these expectations”(more of eminem πŸ™‚ )….yeah….watever said and done it was jus bad timing yar….and they rub it off every chance they get….they stick it up to the point tht it hurts….real bad…..anyways…wat i telling them is “cant u understand me?”

okay okay….new insight onto this one….i ve known ppl breaking up with each other coz one person does ” understand” the other….yea u gotto give it to them…personal choice…..but the question here is….”can i break up with my parents??” πŸ˜› …is understanding the most imp thing???….probably yes and probably no….lemme elaborate…like we planned a sleepover today at Apoorv’s place…Apu me bin roga and pandey….like i really wanna go but we re held up at aunt’s place…we ll prob be back home at 11…then mom says” u cant go for sleepover” and we have this gethu arguement abt whether i gotto live my life or she s “planning” it all for me…apo dad intervenes and says” Get out of my house then….Madaya…ivan la epo thirundha poran”……”I wanna runaway and never say goodbye”(-Linkin Park πŸ™‚ ) level ku the arguement rose….so i called roga nd told him” ila machan veetla gand etharanga”…im sure u ve had these” friends arent important in ur life…avana sor podunvaan” dialogue….im like ” cant they see i ve stopped playing football for them…cant they bloody understand that im trying too…tht i do try to give my best”…and while im typing this i truly recognize tht mom has security reasons for not lettin me drive at night….and basically she doesnt want me mixing with the “wrong sort”….and i kno she s doin this coz she likes me like hell(and i luv u too πŸ™‚ )….bt we still dont “understand” each other much…ana we love each other….mmm interesting

and yea back to the point….i ve had enough of my dad going ” ivan enga thirundha poran…..seri ila….nee lam ena pannapora”….coming to the 1 lakh….i felt like saying” i ll pay u back a hundred times over”(ana my stupid brain told me”100 times return over investment is waaaay too much…don promise” :p)

Mum and dad probably “planned” my life like this:…..but something horribly went wrong with their expt πŸ™‚

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AND this is the main part…toldΒ  u abt the aunt right…she s a social teacher….like for the past 2 board exams ive written i ve gone to her place in the study hols to “train” myself….and i respect her a lot…and parents go tell her im suthifying waay too much…and aunt tells me to isolate myself from friends….worst ena na she gives me 10000 bucks….to “stay away” from my friends….ever heard of this tactic?? 10000 bucks….to make me stay away……apparently all i got to do is stay at home and not visit friends and i ll get cash….wat a way to get rich!!!!…bloody hell….good job elders…good job….now as i touch my pocket…my mind goes “machan nalaki satyam with bus gang….and treeeeeaaaat” πŸ™‚

now this again gets me thinking….im a born rebel(shocking really….feel like “rebel”ling that :p )…”You are taught you must perform, keep up, and “make the grade,” or you aren’t worth much. If you do work hard at
making the grades, some authority figure(no no…not that figure….) is bound to ask, “Why are you studying all the time?Why aren’t you out playing with the other children? What’s wrong with you? Don’t you have any
friends?”Catch-22 never had it so good….as a rebel(self confessed)….we(im sayin we….coz “we” have waaay too many ppl like me) like to think of ourselves as”independent.”…. we have, in fact have adopted a reaction to whatever “law” is set before us…”Authority, you tell us that we’re no good. Well, authority, you’re no good.”….and me….im reckless…totally…”it isnt the rebels who cause the troubles in the world…its the troubles that cause the rebels”(it jus feels soooo good to justify wat ur doin na…. πŸ™‚ )

TC ppl….“Not all those who wander are lost”. -J.R.R. Tolkien in LOTR(omg i jus realized imΒ  a showoff as well 😦 ….im think y im adding tht quote summa….seri free vidu….ur all as crazy as i am….and i BELIEVE in it :p )

Saran a.k.a Konvict

PS: Check this out….look at wat the french president’s doin at the G-8 summit…and obama…well he s jus looking at her heels πŸ˜› …u kno when girls climb stairs with big heels its a politeness thing to look at them…so that in case they fall(which they dont….to everyone’s dismay) u can apdiyae catch them and…..omg imagination enga lam podhu paru…. okay im a rebel coz of a reason:I hate water…esp “wet” water πŸ˜› (okay ur gonna stone me…im leavin po)…and Sania Mirza got married(sigh)

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