A-Tree.

Dear Reader,

Owing to the disappointing response to my idea of a thread comment on a random statement I make, I have hereby decided to scrape that idea. I shall stick to writing the way I earlier did except for there being other things which shall be talked about besides what’s happening in my life. ‘Other things’, here means, the pitiful state my dear country is in, my musical tastes and a few people who I can safely call my idols. The manner of writing shall piss you off to such an extent that you will happily resort to self abuse. Self abuse like listening to Taylor Swift for an hour continuously with the full backing of your brain and neurons. I, on the other hand shall spend that time watching ‘Fight Club’ and praise Edward Norton’s extraordinary acting skills in front of you to rub salt on your ‘Taylor’ made wounds. Haha! Enough of my feeble attempts at being funny. Oh, by the way this time I vaguely have an idea for the material of this post. A pathetically boring read is promised to you reader.

At the end of my last post I mentioned having a girlfriend (Poor girl, I know.) This young, pitiable lady has a slight obsession with nature, so I shall name her A-TREE! This name remarkably sounds a lot like her real name.
She is the very definition of a normal 16 year old school going girl. “My mum doesn’t let me go for parties. Waa! I WANT TO GO!”, “I love you, don’t ever leave me.”, “Those guys are so lucky, their parents are so cool.” and immature nonsense of that sort.
But, she’s sweet, can write a tiny bit, loves me (Or so she thinks), is faithful and is a little kid. Therefore, I love her (I’m capable of love).

I met her in the coaching classes I attend for the Pre-Medical Examinations I shall be giving in a year and a half’s time. I went there with a hope of being left alone and strong belief that the girl’s there wouldn’t be worth a second glance. So, when I went there, as planned, I looked stoned, wearing black with messy hair and sat down extremely sleepy. I sat on the second last bench with the wall for casual support. To my surprise and to that of the three girls sitting in the first bench peeking looks and giggling, there were decent people in a class whose majority was of Jats. Only one of those girls caught my eye and she ended up as the A-Tree on this blog and the person I love.

She’s unlike anything I’ve had before. I’ve thought that I was in love earlier with a variety of girls. Some who connected with me at a paranormal level, some who were snobs, and some who were just shameless bitches. Her father is in the Merchant Navy like my father and her mother is as pressing as mine, so we can say that we have the same kind of upbringing. We don’t share the same musical taste or the liking of authors or the cynicism I posses. But, nonetheless we gel quite well. I’m patient and she’s submissive.
No matter if I end up sounding like a stupid starry eyed kid, I really do hope I end up with her for a long long time.

Thank you for having read something that is of no help and is just useless information. The next post shall be about either Billie Joe Armstrong or Gerard Way, or it might be about Frank Iero. You'll get to read it if I make up my mind.

With all due respect,
Esh Dec In