My Deary,
The very famous proverb,"All's well that ends well",I can't relate to this all the time.Like when my exams get over and my marks are too poor,I get so dissapointed.I stop eating,stay alone,stop watching television and I start with my studies as if I am the most ardent devotee of my books which are even impossible to carry with one arm.But as time passes by,the "I'll do very well this time" feeling dissipates and finally fades away.Only if the proverb was "All's well that begins well",my life would have been the perfect one because most of the things I do,dont end well.Today was one of such days which remind me of my very own version of the proverb which sometimes makes sense and sometimes doesn't.
Radhika didn't stay for a sleep-over last night(I knew she wanted to meet her mum but denied it) so as expected,I forgot to put the alarm on(she loves my family and tries to spend maximum time with them).My books were all over my bed.Radhika was supposed to pack them!!!I rushed for school but I was late.I was going to get a big scolding from princy but my saviour,The Great Arjun Khanna,my fatty,saved me.
Soon after the break we had our literature class but I didn't want to attend.Anjali needed to talk to me.Arjun,unlike other classes was attending this one.He didn't like to miss Botoxy's classes.I don't know what's wrong with this woman.It looks like she eats botox,drinks botox,bathes,sleeps and dresses up in botox.One should see the way she smiles,PATHETIC!!! and today she was indeed smiling..yes yes some 'interestingly' stupid assignment.And to add to the stupidity,she started with another weird(but less weird than her) game where half of the class had to pick up a name from the other half written in chits.I hoped that Radhika picked my name but instead she got some Varun Chawla's name.But at least Arjun picked up my name.I was more than happy.Arjun will do everything.I'll just go to his house and watch daily soap with aunty and maybe gossip(his mother got a funny accent,well its punjabi but she speaks bengali in that accent :P)
But whoever said happy times don't last long was so correct.Botox aunty finally spoke up in her fake American accent,"Debby-kha..you will be doing with Vikram,he needs your help and Cheryl will be with Arjun".I was flabbergasted but I knew protesting will be useless.Vikram,a rich brat,goodfornothing loser who was stalking me since class 8.He must have bribed Botoxy.and yea about Cheryl,she was mini botoxy.She had a fake latin accent!!All the clowns are in our school or what!!Arjun knew that I was angry.I said,"You could have protested.Don't you understand she is trying to get her daughter married to you?!!"."no problem,she's hot",he joked but I gave a sarcastic look."Okay listen Dolly didi is getting married so if you want to attend it you have to pardon me",he warned me.He knows very well that coming from a bengali family where in the name of sophistication,the weddings are full of boredom,how much I love Punjabi weddings.Loud music,dance and food(though in this criterion,bengali cuisine is better for me),so much like me.I finally smiled."sometimes I wonder we are best friends just because you get to attend the big fat weddings",he said and we burst out laughing.But still I am in a bad mood....
The very famous proverb,"All's well that ends well",I can't relate to this all the time.Like when my exams get over and my marks are too poor,I get so dissapointed.I stop eating,stay alone,stop watching television and I start with my studies as if I am the most ardent devotee of my books which are even impossible to carry with one arm.But as time passes by,the "I'll do very well this time" feeling dissipates and finally fades away.Only if the proverb was "All's well that begins well",my life would have been the perfect one because most of the things I do,dont end well.Today was one of such days which remind me of my very own version of the proverb which sometimes makes sense and sometimes doesn't.
Radhika didn't stay for a sleep-over last night(I knew she wanted to meet her mum but denied it) so as expected,I forgot to put the alarm on(she loves my family and tries to spend maximum time with them).My books were all over my bed.Radhika was supposed to pack them!!!I rushed for school but I was late.I was going to get a big scolding from princy but my saviour,The Great Arjun Khanna,my fatty,saved me.
Soon after the break we had our literature class but I didn't want to attend.Anjali needed to talk to me.Arjun,unlike other classes was attending this one.He didn't like to miss Botoxy's classes.I don't know what's wrong with this woman.It looks like she eats botox,drinks botox,bathes,sleeps and dresses up in botox.One should see the way she smiles,PATHETIC!!! and today she was indeed smiling..yes yes some 'interestingly' stupid assignment.And to add to the stupidity,she started with another weird(but less weird than her) game where half of the class had to pick up a name from the other half written in chits.I hoped that Radhika picked my name but instead she got some Varun Chawla's name.But at least Arjun picked up my name.I was more than happy.Arjun will do everything.I'll just go to his house and watch daily soap with aunty and maybe gossip(his mother got a funny accent,well its punjabi but she speaks bengali in that accent :P)
But whoever said happy times don't last long was so correct.Botox aunty finally spoke up in her fake American accent,"Debby-kha..you will be doing with Vikram,he needs your help and Cheryl will be with Arjun".I was flabbergasted but I knew protesting will be useless.Vikram,a rich brat,goodfornothing loser who was stalking me since class 8.He must have bribed Botoxy.and yea about Cheryl,she was mini botoxy.She had a fake latin accent!!All the clowns are in our school or what!!Arjun knew that I was angry.I said,"You could have protested.Don't you understand she is trying to get her daughter married to you?!!"."no problem,she's hot",he joked but I gave a sarcastic look."Okay listen Dolly didi is getting married so if you want to attend it you have to pardon me",he warned me.He knows very well that coming from a bengali family where in the name of sophistication,the weddings are full of boredom,how much I love Punjabi weddings.Loud music,dance and food(though in this criterion,bengali cuisine is better for me),so much like me.I finally smiled."sometimes I wonder we are best friends just because you get to attend the big fat weddings",he said and we burst out laughing.But still I am in a bad mood....
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