For Christ's sake!!!!!

Yeah. Ok. Time for some proper post. Up until now, I’ve been way too lazy to take care of my blog. I mean I had some pretty interesting stuff to tell but found copy pasting easier. But now I am so totally vetti that I simply gotta do something. I am actually writing something for my blog. Aye me!!!

And now to the point of my post. A few days back it was decided in my class to play a game called "Chris mom, Chris dad" (I think that's the name of the game anyways). For the ppl who don't know this game, it's simple (that's what they told us in the beginning). You pick a chit with the name of a classmate written on it and she/he becomes your Chris-kid. You dare them, give them treats (all done anonymously so your kid has no clue who loves them so much.) and then, on Christmas, you reveal yourself to your kid and give them a big Christmas present (a big aye!!!) until then, you gotta keep your kid guessing....

And then, I suggested that guys pick strictly from the girls names and the vice versa. God. What a fuss these ppl make. No way some girls were going to write anonymous notes to guys asking them to recite the alphabets in the reverse order in front of the whole class and generally make a fool of themselves. A strict uh-uh. What a damper.

Chucks. Anyways then it was decided that everyone would pick from mixed lots (greeted by cheers and relief from ppl who don't know to live life). Anyways we picked our chits and got down to wondering whose "kid" we were and somehow we all got excited (couldn't help it. the inner child was rejoicing) except for a few who kept their heads (their inner adults were more interested in getting this crap over with so the class could get back to be excited about them bunking classes AND getting away with it AND maintaining their attendance above 90%- seriously my class needs Dr.Phil)

As it was, the stupid dampers not withstanding, we made progress with the game and it was fun...for a couple of days. Coz after that we got sick of it (we are blaming the inner child unanimously). The game unraveled faster than a ball of wool dropped from the Eiffel tower. As to how, I’ll make that my next post. As to why, I am just too damned lazy right now to type it out. Ciao.