Welcome to the museum- “The Kinder garten”

The honourable, greatness personified, the legendary Siddharth Panigrahi- My certificates state I was born in 1989. My parents however till date argue between each other in which year I was born. My birth was a matter of happiness to the whole of India and Australia, FYI i like Australia so it shares a joint venture with India for its happiness. Both the nations distributed sweets on the fruitful timing and date of my birth, therefore I call myself honorable.

I had a frequent habit of falling in love. My history of crushes goes long back when I had just entered school. There was a girl named "Roo" in kindergarten and her nose used to flood with a frequency of 0.6Hz, and I had a crush on her.

On one fine day she came upto me with her nose hidden behind her handkerchief and said, “Siddharth, I am leaving. Bye…”

The scene was extremely melodramatic. I did not go to school that day, and the day next to that. I decided to miss a day’s food in her honour. However, as soon as evening came by Chandrama entered my life. She was not as sweet as “Roo” however her chubbiness and cuteness gave competition to “Kavita”. Kavita was the bombshell of my Kindergarten school, and the fisrt girl of my life I shall call ‘Sexy’! The whole school fought to have lunch with her. She used to bring buttered bread in her lunch box, and the boys sitting around her used to bring chocolates for her everyday. She used to exchange her tiffin boxes with the admirers of her. As I always used to take half burnt rotis to school, I never dared to exchange my tiffin box with her, so I settled for Chandrama. She had no problems with my half burnt rotis. She never touched it though is a different matter altogether.

Time moved on, Chandrama and I came closer. We started sitting on the same seats in the school bus.

On another fine day on which Chandrama was absent on account of typhoid, Surabhi came and took the seat beside me. My heart started beating faster. I was too happy that day. She was the best friend of ‘Kavita’. My small mind played the first politics of my life. Our conversation went as such-

HH(His highness) Siddharth Panigrahi- “who all are your friends? Will you introduce me to them?”

Surabhi- “My friends are Purbita, Shruti, Shristi and Meher. I had fight with Kavita yesterday. I won’t talk to her ever. Yeah I will---”

By the time she completed the list I got up from my seat and took to my heels. I ran from the seat and went beside Kishore. The boy I believed to have come from Nigeria, taking into consideration that black colour was fairer then him, no offence wat so ever. I did not talk to Surabhi for upcoming three years.

Ultimately I was successful in dating (lunching) with Kavita. I had somehow convinced my mother to give me bread and chocolate that day. I wore washed and ironed dress, polished my shoes myself and TOOK A BATH on a rainy day. The palpitating beats of my heart were at an all time high. It was raining heavily that day, and most of the boys were absent. Chandrama was absent too. Probably her mother thought it better not to disturb her sleep. So on the fortunate day of 19th august, 1994 I dated my first sweet heart ‘Kavita’.

However, our relationship did not last long. On the next day I saw her eating with Kishore. I went up to him and broke his nose. His nose is still crooked.

With every blow I delivered I said, “How dare you eat with my girlfriend? Kutte, I will finish you off.”

It was good the Kavita chapter came to an end. After a few months she looked like-

Solicitude Repentance !!!

Its been a long day, surprising for me, even with a sitcom left to finish off. I had to get through the fruit of boredom. Anyways feeling lonely doesnt mean you are all alone in your room, not to mention i find some peace appreciated once in a while. But finding yourself totally alone in a group of people signifies your lonliness.

Its not that i dont miss my babies as in, not to mention i miss them even when they are with me, funny to say. But nontheless now that i find myself left alone with the hauntingly cherished memories for a few days. This epiphany of astray absence seems overwhelming to consume. I find myself lying down staring the ceiling fan for hours in the end. Some how the revolving blades seems astoundingly engrossing. Chocolate wrappers and dilapidated flowers collected over a period of 3 years with morale sentiments soothes this twisted heart beyond delineation.

Gargantuan physical egony seems immensely sweetened then this fuckingly demented heart ripping emotion. Ironically speaking if emotion be given a human form, could surpass the very existance of god. Missing someone feels so meticulously courteous at times, strengthens the love you have for the person. But then there are this different times, it debauche the heart in one swift moment. Making it breath takingly impossible to live.

This raconteur describes the past few days of my puny life. Amazing how human heart works, when in pain this son of a bitch seems to amplify even a diminutive incident, making it even worse to exist. I tried a lot to control myself yesterday, knowing it hurts my babies a lot to watch this side of my face. Knowing for the fact it disorganize them to watch me acting this way. I tried a lot to call back, call back and tell them how much i love them. Dialing and disconnecting the phone a million times seemed too overpowering. I tried, i tried a lot to talk with them habitually, just so that they wouldnt go to bed upset. In the end i gave away, completely broken down, drained out completely out of my life force.

I feel awfully abysmal, terribly abhorrent of myself to have left my babies alone. Ghastly remorseful, i owe an apology big time. Am so sorry honey, am so sorry. I love you, I love you more then anyone can ever love you !!!

Oration Of A Dream

After months of delay, the plethora of it was overwhelming to have delayed any further. Giving words to a dream is a tough job to do. Taking into consideration that dreams are very hard to remember, but nonetheess this particular one was a special consideration to have been ignored. Here is the deal.

There i was in a deserted village i have no recollection of ever to have been. Bui was with me, but there wasnt a soul in vicinity. I have no idea why out of all the places in the entire world. And since this being a dream and has no limit watsoever, the whole universe, anyways i have no idea why we were there. Then out of nowhere Bui recollects about us being there for a spiritual reason. Uncanny to think about it, what kind of spiritual awakening made us go there in the 1st place. Moving on, the fun part of this is that i know for sure there was a spiritual reason, but for that matter doesnt remember what it is. The fun part being that the spiritual reason was the base of the entire dream. So after having done the mysterious deed, out of no where people swoop in on us commenting on things again i doesnt have any recollection of.

Bui totally flabergasted on the comment part starts crying, ( man i was already having a hard time remembering stuff, but now even she had to cry for a silly reason), anyways its been a minute she starts cryin, out of thin air like an apparition Nini appariates in. Both of us sandwiching Bui, comforting her all along get back home.

After i drop them off, i come back home and text her not to be sad,and that people take it to be there job to criticise for every other reason, and that it was for a good reason we were there. Now here is the comic relief, having been texted her in my dreams, i have no idea how i actually texted her in my sleep the exact same message i did back there. Consider my dismayed astoundness when Bui calls me up in the morning asking me about my dream. Man, my dream was powerful, it was conveyed to her via bluetooth huh !!!.

These was a delusional speculation that couldnt have been more appealing to have been ignored. Well the avail ascendancy of having an own blog is that you can blabber around literally anything you want without been penalised for it. After all its a free world out there !!!