ah those days!

watching those american chick flicks is good for the body(no exercise) and the brain(no exercise, again!). the guys are down right gorgeous, the leading woman is identifiably smart, not-so-sexy and gives a damn about it, the people are almost like what u've known through ur school life from the dick-head football captain to bimbette sluts, bespectacled nerds to good doing nobodies! how can generation after generation spread over continents, school still be so identifiably similiar?
what i write today is not about my school life and exactly how i'd classify my presence, or lack of it, but something that is absolutely hilarious, now that i look back at it. believe it or not, i was a cheerleader! and a downright good one at that. looking at me now or even these past few years it's hard to imagine me ever being so svelte and supple to be a cheerleader, but yes i was. the only reason i was one was that back in class 4/5 i was about the average height of a class 9 chick...who were the cheerleaders in fact. i was picked because:
1. i was as tall as them(lord they must have been short!)
2. my built sorta compensated for my obvious lack 'curves' and a bust at the age of 10!
3. since i played basketball(people assumed i must be good since i was tall), the coach knew me and the 'didis' adored me(that, i later figured, was all thanks to my brother who studied in the school rt across mine and obviously had attracted some female attention).
4. our convent was running short(haha...pun unintended!) of suitable ladies for this job

so there i was...daily being escorted from the junior school to the senior school wing for my practice. truthfully the part i loved best was getting to play with my pom-poms!! i had red and silver ones and it was soooooooooo good! much better infact than those trots and jumps and twists and loops. LC was to host the basketball tournament n this was the opening ceremony...n i the youngest participant!
i haven't thought of this li'l event for so long that details skip me. i remember faces, not names; my dress, not the day. no one outside school knew i did something that can be classified as cheerleading in a black bodysuit with a red skirt over it, no one asked, i told no one. no one asked me how it looked, how i felt and no one came to see. at least no one i knew!
but i did...n that's the best part! i've been a cheerleader :D

tales of love

Some quotes I've read n heard:

• A man may plant his seed anywhere he wishes to, it's a woman's job to restrict it to one- Everybody Loves Raymond
• I don't love you enough to hate you-Kamasutra
• The opposite of love is not hate. it's indifference. if you hate someone, means u still care-Desperate Housewives

• Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love- Neil Gaiman

• You know when i hate you, it's because i love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul- Julie de Lespinasse
• Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was choice, but falling in love with you i had no control over
• No woman hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her- Alexander pope
• oh, I've loved him too much to feel no hate for him- J Baptiste Racine

• I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries- Theodore Isaac Rubin