Dream turning to nightmare
End of the Bangalore dreams was probably what I wanted months before but got it at the month of January 2011. Sad to leave the party early but it proved such a good job to me later. Once a nice dream which can be cherished for a long time was turning into a nightmare, haunting me day and night. Getting back to the drawing board, redesigning myself to change for the people around me would pretty much summaries 2011 but I regret that It could have been a little bit soon.
I never believed in forcing someone to do things. Its kind of not my theory but those around me made a impression that am forcing myself on them. I still remember the day 30 march India was playing against Pakistan for a spot in final of world cup 2011, the day unforgettable for lot more than that reason. I never know the result of the match until two days later when India played the final, such was my status. Oh well I had lot of time to think about this and understand how this world runs. Thanks one and all for the lesson, though it was harsh I deserved it for believing every one and giving a spot in my heart.
In a relationship
I always longed to have a Beast with some fire power to kill everyone on the road but she is a beauty killing the road with her charm than the fire power. This year saw me getting into a relationship with her. Her name is Ria a tall black girl with two wheels from Honda. Whenever we go out together I could see most of the guys were staring at us, getting envied upon us which is irresistible. Occasional how is this girl questions were also on air.
Rest of the things
Being awake for a whole night in office, Getting myself blocked in messenger by some of the friends whom I thought I will never miss in my life. Ending ideas of buying a new house, a small trip to yelagiri with college friends, India winning world cup and lord Shani travelling from virgin to my house to inflict more pain are all part of the my past 2011.
To summaries 2011 made me take a step closer to being adult from the teenager little late but better late than never.
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