Hippity Bippity Bop

To start off this post, a small rhyme, if I dare call it, that I wrote:

Hippity bippity bop!
The mouse ran off the clock
The cat did a hop
and hit on a block
Hippity bippity bop
the cat became a clock!

Moving on to more unimportant yet inevitable things, being a person who has just now completed High School and awaiting the exciting new college life, I would like to represent us all out-of-High-School-waiting-for-college teenagers in asking the general public to avoid in conversation with us, if so requested by the cruel wands of Fate, the following questions:
1) How much did you get in 12th?
2) What is your [enter name of entrance exam] rank?
3a) (If you failed to obtain a rank)What other colleges have you applied?
3b) (If you have obtained a rank) What college and course will you get for this rank?
4) Why didn't you apply for [enter name of college you did not apply for]?
5) When is your counselling? (Especially painful if you're not aware of the date of counselling)
6) What are you going to do till your college starts? (Especially painful, again, if you're completely clueless about the answer to this question)

So, in conclusion, what I'd like to say is, and my colleagues would agree, that elders of the world, please stop asking us any of these questions. Also, please note that more such questions may (and will, most likely) appear on the list when you are least expecting them to do so.

Among other things, I've always wondered why I'd sign my leave letter by saying 'Yours Sincerely' because I've never gotten the hang of it's usage, especially when I'm least sincere in the letter about my reason of absence or in the general feelings towards the Addressed. Food for thought, I'd think.

I'd like to proclaim to the part of the world that is interested that I have been reading a lot of story books, watching a lot of movies and viewing a lot of TV during this Summer as I do not have a Greater Agenda to keep up with.

If I could have my way with a magic lamp with a Genie trapped inside waiting for me to rub the outside of the lamp to free him/her (33% reservation for women in India, you see) so that he/she could kindly and gratefully grant me three wishes, I'd ask for a) a million dollars b) lots of real estate in the up-and-coming localities of all major cities of the world and c) to spend many a joyful (and eventful, if so Fate wishes) Summers at a generous residence of an English Earl in a picturesque English Countryside complete with seemingly unemotional butlers, beautiful young men and women wanting to marry trying to fight the hurdles, quick witted relatives of dim witted Earls, formidable aunts, miscellaneous flora and fauna and so on and so forth.

In conclusion of this post, I'd like to say this much: Thank you and goodbye, well at least until the next post.

Arthi