There is never a place like home.

To be honest, I was kind of excited to get out of Chennai. It felt that it would make a difference in my life. It might've been also to learn a new language. I felt that "I know so many languages that I could speak one for every day of the week, including French (inside joke :P )" might have been a cheesy pick-up line. Cheesy but it might work, probably. On the other hand, it was nice to be reunited with my mother.

Dubai is a good place to stay. Hot, but good. The roads are cleaner, the people much more friendly. Adults and teenagers give up their space for senior citizens. The atmosphere isn't polluted with smoke (sometimes sand) . Although a litre of water is costlier than petrol, life is satisfactory here.

People respect other people the same line they respect themselves. Disposable bags are thrown in the bins as supposed to. Traffic rules are regulated and followed. Almost every Indian has stories on how many times they have failed the driving test. From what I've heard, one of my mom's friend failed in the 17th attempt.

Dubai is (mostly) everything which Chennai is not - and yet I miss Chennai. Chennai throbs with an entirely different culture and means of living. Every morning I used to wake up to the shouts of the vendor lady screaming at the top her voice, 'keerai!'.

I miss the people. Even though they will scream at me if I try to do some stupid things in front of them saying I don't have any 'arivu'. Seems that if you are intact with the madness, you long to get away from it. Once you are away from you, you miss the very exact madness.

PSBB Millennium. More than just a school*

PSBB Millennium. The name might itself bring about some sort of memory you would want to relive again and again. I have several in mind. It might not excel academically, but you can be damn sure you'll have fun in other methods.

When I transited to India from China, I came with a mind completely filled with bogus - such as my friends will be lame; the teachers will be strict; I will get punishment from time to time, etc. But it was not always like that. I made new buddies, better friends. And then I had my time. I felt like it was the awesomest time of my life. I never wanted it to end. It was like a never ending roller-coaster ride. I had my thrills and turns, but I would be going in the same loop again and again.

And then my mom came and told me that I would have to emigrate to Dubai. I felt like someone had stopped the roller-coaster. I felt really bad. And then out of the blue, it dawned on me. I had been so engrossed with PSBB that I feared leaving it would leave me lonely and incomplete. I was like a frog born in a well. I would have no shot of escaping unless someone throws down a bucket for me to climb on board. And throw a bucket they did.

First I was looking at the Cons of going to an another place. And then my mom gave me a huge lecture on how my education plays a huge factor and how I could be two step closer of being an Ivy League graduate (yes, she thinks I'm extremely smart and I have a chance of going there. :P ). I listened to her drone on about other stuff as in the culture and the environment ( {on a semi-unrelated note} ironic thing is, she had a talk with me yesterday about the male Sheikhs here. Seems that they don't have exposure to women at a young age, so most of them turn out gay. So she advised me to not get to attached to strange Arab people as they could molest me o.O ).

And then after self-convincing and self-motivation, I finally brought myself back onto the same level as others and started behaving like nothing is going to change. I could now say "I was living life to its fullest!" I knew the power to not give a blueberry pie when a problem arises, and experienced how it feels like to not complete a task when given and nothing devastating would happen to you. It felt LEGENDARY! You should experience that feeling once.

I got back to reality and tried to enjoy it to its fullest! Although these loony FAs and SAs acted like a speed-breaker. But in the end, I had enough fun and memories to remember for a long time, unless I get hit in the heard really hard and I forget everything or a large alien army recruit me and brainwash me to work for them. A man can dream, can't he?

And all those imbeciles out there who are darn sure that I will forget them and will lose touch with them after a while. Well, I would like to ask you the same thing.If you're soo sure I wont remember you, how can I be sure you will? Right back at ya'! well, if you still have even a shadow of a doubt, well think again you paranoid sleazeball. You're just as wrong as that frog which thought the well was the world.

Overall, PSBBM was an amazing school, and some people there are good. You get the right set of friends there and you ready to go on a ride which you'll never experience again (or maybe will)!

Thank you TPSBBMians and the school for making this small awesome person an even awesome-r guy (if you're offended in any way, well I'm sorry but its true. Its time for you to face the truth you fat old geezer.)

Note 1: I was being sarcastic on that one.

Note 2: Actually I wasn't.
*Conditions Apply. Only for happy and satisfied people.