DAMN IT!

The short succinct almost agitated sounding in itself word "DAMN IT" is the only relief I look upon during test times these days. Even the thought of ripping apart the crystal clinging on to the narrow hooks of my window or the nib of the pen yearning to be scratched on the blank white sheet to finally summon it to death by fracturing the ball point comes as no relief at this very circumstance. All that I wish to do is say "DAMNIT!"

I have given up screaming. It reveals agitation to people you do not wish to disclose to, arouses curiosity and annoyance of neighbours, barking of my pet dog which is followed shortly by the street dogs in unison. Hence the cause of noise pollution.

I have given up (partly)(thou shall not lie) the temptation to resort to obnoxious slangs for half the people gaze at me with confused brows. This is followed by a die hard protest to make the not-so-knowledgeable comprehend what I actually intended to express. I drop this idea on grounds of the arousal of a rather disapproving situation - expression of agitation with patience assuming it to be a lesson of English being taught in class.(My English teacher apparently seems to display immense patience with our not-so-genuine class) :D

I have also given up (recently) the making of the dissent faces, the portrayal of a disgraceful look contributed by the quick-to-detect-my-thought cheek muscle and the highly deviled expression of the eye. My recent knowledge-gain proves that it just makes people, who earlier were perplexed about my existence and current status, believe of my being the copy of "Dunston" (of Dunston Checks-in) mistakenly placed amidst the human race!!

I have completely blackened the idea of ripping my hair apart, thumping the ground with legs and the disapproving groan. The first reason is contributed by the thought that pulling my hair adds to the hair fall which I am already groaning of day in and out. Thumping the ground makes my maid get a broomstick.(Affirmative belief in the existence of lizards/cockroaches/spiders on presence of which I show similar instantaneous reactions). And the last option struck to me as an entirely hopeless one when my mother confirmed she had genuine problems detecting whether I was crying or laughing. Thus no fruitful outcome than another groan/laugh was my reaction.

And hence I have hereby resolved to resort to this- Blogging.

By the time the writing process of the blog ends, I actually forget what instigated me to write.

So after all this, desperately trying to recollect the reason, aimlessly and just-for-the-sake-of-it, all I wish to say to end this all would be

DAMN IT!