Our Library

Our library is the most popular place for the 'love birds' of our university. If we do a survey of how many people come with their lovers and how many come just to study there would be a considerabel percentage voting for the former one. An example would my friends and I went to the periodical section to write our assignments when and we found out a very brilliant arranged place. soem guy had found out the calmness of sitting near the Library Science journals that he innovatively rearranged the shelves in a waynobody could see him. Imagine the fact that, how much time he would have taken to put those shelves and create a cave like enclosure with too chairs. When we saw it we were confounded. One of us enacted the way he would have .............. Any way we rearranged it so you won't find it that way.

Todays Class

Today I was in a bad mood. You see the teacher was teaching and it felt very boring. It looked like the teacher taught for about 45min. But when I looked at my watch it was only ten minutes.

Bridal Delimma

Today I talked to one of my friends. A groom prospect had come in search of a bride and she was supposed to be the bride. My friend, who is rather very fat (her name I will not mention) Told me that the man who was coming was bald. After all the traditional (hudugi noduvudu) She told me that the man had commented that 'hudugi thumba Dappa' to which she commented '... as if he is not bald"!!!

Man of words and not of Deeds

A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds
And the weeds begin to grow
Its like a garden full of snow
And when the snow begins to fall
Its like a bird upon the wall
And when the bird begins to fly
Its like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
Its like a lion at your door
And when the door begins to smart
Its like a penknife in your heart
And when your heart bleed
Your are dead and dead and dead indeed.

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Dear Diary

Its easy to write about something that you thought of earlier. But then it is difficult to sit down and write something for real. After all we give least impotance to writing than to talking. I am really running out of ideas to write something.

Yours
Alvin

Diwali

Dear Diary

Deepavali was as bad as I had imagined. You see if you close your eyes during Deepavali and listern, you will find out that it will fell as if a city is bieng bombed. Near our house the most favourite is the rockets , and they are notorious about it. They just lay it on the ground and light it up.....( the objective is that it might go into somebody's house). So one of my friends put the rocket in the bottle and lit it up. the problem was that it tilted toward his side and went straight to the kitchen of his house. The result???? "Bang Bang Bang....." inside the Kitchen. Then came the worst part. His mother came out with a big serving spoon and chased him all over the road. It was fun.

Yours
Alvin

Happy Diwali

Dear Diary

I would like to wish all the readers of my diary (I dont think anybody will) a Happy Diwali. Frankly to say I have never enjoyed Diwali. People call it the festival of lights. Though it sounds very fascinating in India its a festival of sounds. People derive a lot of joy with all those ear numbing crackers produces light only for a fraction of a second and that too when there are crackers that are ten times better than the ones used. I think the people of India should celebrate diwali more wisely taking into account the yearly accidents happening at the time of diwali.

Yours
Alvin John