it is simply one of the most beautiful..human stories i have ever witnessed... and it revolves around the priceless yet the most taken for granted relation in our life- friendship. For once, friendship wasn't idealized...it wasn't perfect..it was simply real. it showed that friends don't always give lives for each other..they are human enough to be selfish...to be weak..to be afraid..to repent...yet that loving feeling never dies...it stays..and a good deed done comes back to you...in some form or the other. it gave me a whole new meaning of courage...and i'd like to quote a favorite line of mine from a movie- "courage is not the absence of fear..but the realization that something is much more important than fear." It is not easy to look at your weakness in the face..and find the courage to do the right thing..and the protagonist learns to do just that. He learns it from his best friend..whom he had always taken for granted...and who sacrificed himself for him in unmatched ways. It taught me, there is much more to life than cozying up in your world and shutting out what you are too coward to face....at the end of the day, it's your conscience which needs to be at peace.

I have this theory proven right by multiple real life encounters. Bad things never come alone. They are always accompanied by something worse..just so they can bug you to the fullest. In school, maths was one of those rotten things which made me physically sick; yet i had to keep on tolerating it. And with it came one of the weirdest creations on Earth...my 9th grade maths teacher. Till date i have no idea as to what she used to say in that class! First, she had this habit of carrying her books over her one shoulder as if they were some kind of trash bags [ though figuratively they were indeed so]. Second, she had this funny accent which made it seem that words are desperately trying to escape from her mouth and she was persistently trying to grab them thereby creating a slurry lecture. Third, in the middle of her explaining a geometry sum..she'll get confused as to what she was saying...scratch her chin for an eternity...and then dictate the solution from the answer book! Fourth, you cannot even dare to go to her with doubts for two precise reasons: you will still not understand what she just explained to you and she used stink like............. UGH..NEVER MIND. I ended up drawing a substantial amount of floras and faunas in my maths copy in those classes. As for my math grades...ahem, we'll leave it to that. :-D

Oh, and i have to mention this other teacher..or this entry will be incomplete. It was our "dance teacher"..who always made me want to smack him right around his lecherous face. His atrocious dance moves and speeches haunt me till date! He was without doubt one of the the most despised figures i have ever come across. For my part, I never really considered him completely male..you know stuck somewhere in the middle..not sure which way to go. LOL. And i'm pretty sure most of my school time peers will agree with that. :-D