I can't write about.....

hi guys,
I came here to write and this time I m not drunk. So if I suck ,I am to be blamed unlike the last post where the advising lady stole all the limelight.

I thought a lot about wat topic to write on. I can't write like those people who have been tagged and then they write the whole post about two things they hate most or five things they can't live without or their latest crush. I m sure you won't read that even if I try to.
I can't even write any fiction about how a guy danced around the trees and went on to woo his girl. I am no writer and you know that.
I can't even write about why Kashmir should not be an independent country or why Sensex would reach 25,000 in Mar 2011 or why Rafael Nadal is better than Roger Federer. I have opinions on each and everything u discuss but I can't convince how my opinion is better than yours.

Instead, I will write about people I encounter and how random they can get. How they leave you amazed,dazzled,dumbstruck etc. There was this guy in my college who saw this recharge coupon 16 digit number and memorized it in a glance. Then this guy who played awsome guitar with all our college girls surrounded to him(though jealous feeling was more than of enamoured one).

But people who amaze me the most are writers.For example I read some blogs and feel quite dumbstruck. There are many I connect and say it loud that I feel the same but I can't write the same. There are many I donot connect but feel drowned into wat they write.

But I am a strong votary of this opinion that-each guy in this earth is special and unique.
-------------------------thanx------------------------------------------------

PS: I put both my blogs for ratings and the result came as follows
1.vc's-6/10
2.I...-8.5/10

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Of forks,knives and spoons

on public demand I write this...
If I suck then curse this lady who said "we write our best wen we r drunk"

Anyways my mind has loads of things running in it..like a perfect cocktail..U know i don't like cocktails.why do they mix up things. its like those remixes songs I can't bear.

You know my life has been full of culture shocks. And nostalgia peeping in me is pushing me to write abt that.

When I entered boarding school and begun to learn the culture of forks,knives and spoons.The story ahead is about my lyf then. The year 1993.

->The first word I heard in the school was "Pin-drop-Silence". A teacher shouted it at all of us and then there was sudden whole lot of lull.Think of a guy who came from a hindi medium school and has to connect first three words like pin, drop and silence in a hard core english medium school.

->mathematical tables were so hard to learn.specially the eighteen and the seventeen. And the recitation is even more stupid. eighteen-eight-zaa-one-hundred-forty-four and it goes on. Standing out of the maths class in Class 3 was a common phenomenon then.

->We wrote letters to our home. We had a period dedicated to letter writing.Every letter was same except in the last where we had to send regards to our elders and in the youngsters part we filled in the name of our sisters,brothers and cousins.But all parents thought it as a truly customized letter instead of a mass-production one!

->Last the concept of how a child is born was so puzzling to us. We had all ideas borrowed from movies. It began that when the actor kisses the actress the child is born. Then it went on to mere sleeping. Then further on and on. Then the seniors tell u the truth. Lastly the biology teacher puts a seal on the puzzle.

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